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xomakara · 7 days ago

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Body to Body

SUMMARY | Your boyfriend, Mingi, brings his new friend, Mark, home and catches you in a unexpected situation.

PAIRINGS | Mingi (Ateez) x Reader x Mark (NCT)

RATING | Mature, NSFW, EXPLICIT, MDNI, 18+, Any Minors and Ageless Blogs will be blocked

GENRE | smut, just pure unadulterated smut

CONTENT/WARNINGS | profanity, threesome, voyeurism, cuckolding, f.masturbation, unprotective sex, oral sex (both male/female receiving and giving), anal sex, double penetration, fingering, hair grabbing, creampies, daddy kink, pet names, lots of filthy dirty talk

LENGTH | 5,433 words

TAGLIST | @lovetaroandtaemin @pars-ley @heechwe @aerangi

NETWORKS | @illusionnet @cromernet @k-vanity @ksmutsociety @othersideoutlawsnetwork @dove-net @keopihaus

AUTHOR’S NOTE | I blame both Mingi and Mark for this. I blame both of them for this IMOT and this WIWY dance challenges. They have no right to look this good and dance this good. Thank you @hobeemin and @lovetaroandtaemin for beta-reading this! I'm so glad you both liked this! And thank you @aaagustd for the sexy banner~ 💚

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The apartment was quiet, save for the faint hum of the air conditioner and the occasional creak of the couch as you shifted your weight. You were alone—again. Mingi had been gone for weeks, swallowed up by his busy schedule: recording sessions, dance practices, late-night meetings with producers. You understood, of course. Being an idol wasn’t just a job; it was a lifestyle. But that didn’t make the loneliness any easier to bear.

You sighed, scrolling aimlessly through your phone before tossing it onto the coffee table. Your mind wandered, and soon enough, your hand did too. You slipped it between your thighs, feeling the heat already building there. Frustration simmered beneath your skin, and you decided to do something about it. Reaching into the drawer beside the couch, you pulled out your trusty dildo, the one Mingi had bought for you on a whim after a particularly raunchy night. The memory of his smirk as he handed it to you sent a shiver down your spine.

He’s not here, you thought, your fingers tracing the firm silicone. So this will have to do.

You leaned back, letting your head rest against the cushions as you spread your legs wider. The cool air kissed your exposed skin, but it did little to quell the fire growing inside you. You pressed the tip of the dildo against your entrance, teasing yourself as your breath hitched. Slowly, you pushed it in, your body welcoming the familiar stretch. A soft moan escaped your lips as you began to move it in and out, your hips lifting slightly to meet each thrust.

Your eyes fluttered shut, and you let yourself imagine it was Mingi instead of the toy. You pictured his hands gripping your hips, his mouth trailing hot kisses along your neck. You could almost hear his voice whispering in your ear, low and rough with desire. The fantasy was so vivid, so real, that you didn’t even notice the sound of the front door opening.

"Hey, babe, I’m home!" Mingi's voice rang out, followed by the soft thud of his bag hitting the floor.

Your eyes snapped open, and you froze, the dildo still buried deep inside you. Shit. You hadn’t expected him back so soon. Panic surged through you, but before you could react, another voice joined his—tone a little lighter than Mingi’s, more melodic, and entirely familiar.

"Wow, nice place," the stranger said. "I can see why you like coming home."

Your heart raced as footsteps approached the living room. There was no time to hide or cover yourself. All you could do was stare wide-eyed as Mingi rounded the corner, followed closely by another man that you seem to recognize. Both of them stopped short when they saw you sprawled on the couch, the dildo still protruding from between your thighs.

For a moment, no one spoke. The air seemed to crackle with tension as Mingi's gaze flickered from your face to the toy and back again. His expression was unreadable, but you could see the way his jaw tightened, the way his fingers clenched at his sides. Beside him, Mark—, his new friend from NCT—looked equally stunned, his dark eyes widening as he took in the scene.

You wanted to die. Or disappear. Or both. But then, Mingi surprised you by breaking the silence with a low, throaty laugh.

"Well," he said, stepping closer, "this is… unexpected."

His tone was light, teasing even, but there was an edge to it that made your stomach flutter. He knelt beside the couch, his eyes never leaving yours as he reached out to brush a strand of hair from your face. His touch was gentle, but the heat in his gaze was anything but.

"Miss me?" he murmured, his voice dropping to a husky whisper.

You swallowed thickly, trying to form a response, but the words caught in your throat. All you could manage was a shaky nod. Mingi smiled, his hand moving down to cup your cheek. Then, in one swift motion, he leaned in and captured your lips in a searing kiss. You whimpered against his mouth as his tongue slid between your parted lips. Your body arched into him, craving more of his touch, of his taste. You forgot about Mark, forgot about the toy, forgot about everything but Mingi.

"Should I just leave?" Mark said finally, sounding awkward.

"Shit," Mingi muttered, shaking his head, "Forgot you were there."

"Yeah," the other rapper chuckled. "I could see that."

Mingi straightened his back, his gaze shifting from you to his friend. He stared at the other man thoughtfully, the gears in his head clearly turning. Then, to your surprise, he turned back to you, his hand resting lightly on your bare thigh.

"Actually... I have an idea," he said, grinning wickedly. "What do you say, babe? You up for a little... extra attention?"

You blinked, uncertain whether you'd heard him correctly. His suggestion sounded an awful lot like an invitation to a threesome, but that couldn't be right. Your confusion must've been evident, because he laughed softly and brushed his knuckles over your flushed cheeks.

"Only if you and Mark want to," he amended, gesturing toward his friend who still hovered at the edge of the room. "We don't have to, obviously."

Your gaze followed his hand, and you sucked in a sharp breath when you saw the tenting fabric between Mark's legs. Shit. The situation was turning kinkier by the second, and the rush of desire that coursed through you left little doubt about your response.

"You want to share me?" you asked your boyfriend, your voice barely a whisper.

"Would you like that?" he replied. "You always said Mark was your favorite in NCT."

"I'm not opposed to it, but..." you looked at Mark, your cheeks burning, "is that okay with you? Would you... would you want that too?"

The question hung in the air, unanswered. Mark's eyes widened as he realized you were speaking to him now.

"Uh..." he stammered.

"If it makes you feel better," Mingi said, flashing his signature grin, "she sucks cock really, really well."

"Mingi!" you exclaimed, hitting him playfully on the chest.

He caught your arm, pulling you close to steal another kiss, and your objections died away instantly. All thoughts vanished from your mind as his teeth grazed your lower lip. Mingi certainly knew how to distract you, and god, did it work.

Meanwhile, Mark cleared his throat, still trying to process Mingi's proposal. "Are you serious?" he asked, watching the pair of you with obvious fascination. "You'd really be okay with that? Having sex with your girlfriend?"

"Of course," the taller rapper replied, his hand gliding from your thigh to your hip. "If you can make her feel good... why not?"

You flushed even deeper at the shameless admission, but secretly you felt a flutter of excitement. Mingi's eyes met yours again as his fingers continued to stroke your skin.

"So, what do you think, babe?" he prompted. "Want to take a ride on a different model?"

The suggestion sent a jolt through you, and your inner walls clenched involuntarily around the toy.

"Mingi," you moaned.

He laughed, kissing the tip of your nose. "Come on, baby girl," he purred. "Say yes, and we'll give you everything you need."

You were already dripping for him. Hell, maybe for both of them. This was the hottest, most exhilarating offer ever laid before you, and there wasn't a trace of doubt in your heart.

"Yes," you breathed. "Please, Mingi..."

With another wordless moan, you parted your legs as your boyfriend eased the toy from your cunt. It slipped out with an audible pop, and you squirmed at the loss of sensation, craving its return. Mingi chuckled at your eagerness and tossed the dildo onto the floor with a lewd smile. You had only a few seconds to wonder where your boyfriend wanted to start before Mark stood in front you. Your head was still resting on the pillows while his crotch was just in front of your face. You peered at his growing erection with lustful interest.

You looked over, and Mingi was smiling coyly, a smirk plastered on his lips.

"Go ahead, babe," your boyfriend coaxed. "We both know you're a slut for cock. Suck him."

Heat seared through you at his commanding tone. Fuck, you didn't need him telling you. Before you could think twice, you undid the button of Mark's jeans and swiftly tugged his zipper down, exposing the hard length of his member.

Your mouth watered at the sight, and you couldn't help yourself. You needed a taste. Sitting up straighter, you gripped the base and gave his thick cock a testing lick, like you would an ice cream cone.

"Fuck," Mark gasped above you as he tossed back his head.

You felt Mingi's large hands easing your knees further apart from his position at the other end of the couch. Instinctively, you bent your head forward, closing your lips around the tip of Mark's cock. You were aware of your boyfriend moving around, settling between your legs and hooking one over his shoulder. You shivered in anticipation, knowing what was to come.

As if on cue, the warm wetness of Mingi's mouth descended on your pussy. You moaned at the sensations, a rush of heat flooding through you as he swirled his tongue against your throbbing clit. In turn, you swallowed more of Mark's dick, working your tongue over the thick shaft as you struggled to relax your throat.

"God, your mouth feels amazing," the man who wasn’t your boyfriend said above you. His slender fingers stroked your cheek fondly as his gaze dropped to the steady rise and fall of your head.

In response, you hollowed your cheeks and sucked hard, earning a loud groan from him. Mingi hummed against you, lapping at your swollen cunt. You twitched beneath him and squirmed on the cushions.

You weren't sure which one was driving you crazier—the velvety feel of Mark's cock against the sensitive walls of your throat or the slick drag of your boyfriend's tongue against your equally sensitive folds. Both made you want to scream and writhe, to lose yourself in pleasure. Your fingers dug into Mark's thigh, holding him steady. You took his rigid length deeper, eager to please both men. Mingi slipped a finger inside you, curling and pressing until you moaned around Mark's dick and shifted restlessly.

Your skin was blazing from the inside, and your muscles tensed, longing for release. You whimpered around the idol's cock as you ground down onto your boyfriend's mouth. Mingi responded, applying more pressure to your pulsing clit with each flick of his tongue. Mark tangled a hand in your hair, encouraging you as you worked him with increasing fervor, savoring the sounds he was making. They were doing wonders to rev up the desire already pooled within you.

Your boyfriend added another thick digit into the mix, pushing past the limits of your slippery cunt, and you nearly choked. The sharp sensation jolted up your spine.

"Fuck!" you moaned loudly around Mark's cock, your vision almost spotting. You didn't care, not in the slightest. If anything, your enjoyment of this debauchery was only growing by the second.

"That's right. That's my girl," Mingi crooned. His fingers pumped in and out of your greedy hole, spreading you wider. Your stomach quivered at the intensity of the sensation, and you arched into his touch. Your orgasm was already beginning to build, coiling like a spring deep in your core.

"Just a little more," Mark urged as you picked up the pace again, bobbing your head faster.

"You gonna cum all over her face?" you heard your boyfriend tease in a silken purr from the bottom half of your body.

"Better if she swallowed it all down," the other man retorted. His grip tightened in your hair, and you felt him tug lightly, urging you to look up. When you did, you felt him pause and tense, his dick twitching. His eyes met your heavy ones. "Fuck, you're hot. If I knew Mingi's woman looked this pretty, I might've wanted you for my own."

You whined in response, an enthusiastic sound.

"Like the idea of that, huh? My baby girl being Mark's fuck toy..." Mingi mouthed against your thigh before giving it a teasing bite. "Let him fuck you when I'm on tour. When I'm away for too long, and you just need to get your hole pounded good. Don't worry. He'd make it nice and satisfying for you."

Mark laughed breathlessly as he watched your face closely. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" he asked, sounding a bit ragged, though a smug glimmer of a smile came over him. You realized you'd stopped bobbing your head entirely, hypnotized by Mingi's filth and Mark's pretty face. "Mingi did say that I'm your favorite."

You groaned in assent. He was. Right up next to your own boyfriend, of course.

Mark gave a small grunt and a "Fuck," pushing back deeper, hitting the back of your throat. You moaned appreciatively, trying to focus on the task at hand.

"Yeah... Fuck it, I bet you would," Mark growled before turning to face the man currently eating you out, "Maybe it's not such a terrible idea, Mingi... if it means I can tap her any time you're busy."

Mingi looked up at you, a twinkle of mischief dancing in his dark gaze, "What do you think babe? Mark and I can be friends, and you can get all the cock you want. Any time, anywhere..."

His words ignited something deep within you, the fire spreading to the very tips of your fingers and toes. You wanted nothing more than to see Mingi with a friend sharing you. Letting someone else pound into the tight sheath of your sopping cunt or squeeze into the round mounds of your perky tits while your boyfriend watched. Fuck, you could hardly stand it. A soft mewl escaped your lips around Mark's dick as you pressed yourself harder into your boyfriend's mouth, desperate to reach your peak.

"Yes, honey," he said firmly, clearly catching your mood. "Show Mark here how bad you want him to fuck you. How bad you want him in your pussy and how much you'll beg for him. Use your mouth, beautiful. Let him know he's welcome."

Mark cursed again as you worked him more intensely, sliding your tongue along his length. Mingi had returned to your pussy, fucking into you with his skilled fingers while devouring you like a gourmet dessert. His tongue flicked and prodded expertly, applying just the right amount of pressure at the right angles. Combined with the images swirling through your head, his skilled touches had you moaning wildly as your body tensed and quivered in warning.

"Just... Just a little more," Mark pleaded, his hips jerking forward as you swallowed around him, urging his cock to sink into your throat. You loved the sound and the feeling of him begging for release. His free hand roved over your bare breasts as he stroked your nipples with feather-light circles and pinched hard as they stiffened beneath his fingertips. "Yes. Shit... Fuck."

All at once, Mark was spilling down your throat, his essence spattering the back of it. You took him greedily, swallowing as you kept him firmly pinned with your mouth, never allowing a single drop to slip past your lips. When his hold finally slackened, you released him from your mouth with an audible pop. Mingi also backed off at the same moment. As the idol stepped aside, you couldn't help but admire his flushed face, panting chest, and loose body. You glanced at your boyfriend, wanting to bask in the fruits of their collaboration. He gave you a wink, then moved a stray lock of hair away from your forehead.

"Told you she was amazing," Mingi beamed at his idol friend.

Mark huffed a soft, amazed laugh, still catching his breath, "Sure didn't lie..." Then, his gaze dipped to your dripping sex, and you could practically sense how badly he wanted to be inside you. Maybe even just as badly as Mingi sometimes. "Mind if I..."

"Don't ask me," Mingi smirked. "Ask her."

Both men were looking at you, waiting for an answer. You wanted them both. You wanted Mark buried in you with Mingi whispering sweet filth into your ears, praising you, guiding you. The very thought was enough to have a pulse of heat coursing through you, and you couldn't stop yourself from moaning. You bit your lip and gazed at the idol, eager to have him. "Show me how good you are. Come fill me with your cock and show me how you'll fuck me good, Mark."

"See what I told you?" Mingi drawled with satisfaction. "Fucking eager."

A part of you was worried that he might feel left out, but your boyfriend had never been selfish, not once. In fact, he looked nothing but happy and turned on as he moved back to let Mark get closer to you. The rapper kicked off his jeans the rest of the way before shoving down his boxers, too impatient and excited. You felt a thrill run through you, and your breathing quickened.

It wasn't Mingi, but it was a fucking NCT member about to rail you.

You straddled Mark's lap and leaned forward, reaching between your bodies to grip the base of his dick. Mark exhaled sharply as you sank down, a whimper leaving your own lips when he filled you, the head nudging at the furthest part of your velvety walls. He paused, leaning his head back on the armrest, giving himself a second to get used to how your wet cunt wrapped so tightly around him.

"Move for me, beautiful," Mingi's low whisper encouraged, close to your ear. "Show Mark how well you can take cock."

You whined softly in agreement and rocked yourself forward. Mark's eyes fell shut, his brows furrowing, but his lips parted as a faint gasp tumbled out. He looked so damn beautiful like that, laid beneath you, enjoying himself as you rode him slowly.

"Oh fuck... shit, shit, shit," Mark panted, his hips rolling upward. "Damn, this pussy is unreal..."

"Isn't it?" You heard your boyfriend speak from your left. You blinked open your eyes that had closed without your notice and saw him sitting there next to Mark, gripping his own hard, flushed length. Just the sight of Mingi's dick, so close yet out of reach, was driving you insane with need, despite the cock in you already doing a good job of making you moan. "Make our guest feel welcome, baby, okay? Give him a reason to come back for more."

"Do you want me to come back for more?" Mark whispered up at you as his slender fingers gripped at your soft hips.

Your cunt throbbed at the sound of his voice, rough yet tender as it rang in your ears.

"Do you want him to?" Mingi asked, knowing well enough what the answer would be.

Mark's hands were sliding up to grope your breasts, and he moaned in time with you as he rocked up hard. "Fuck, answer," he groaned out, pleading. "Tell me what you want me to do."

"Yes," you hissed as the idol drove deep inside you and one of Mingi's hands reached around you to tease at your swollen clit. "I want it, I want your cock. Please... please come back for more of this pussy."

The rapper growled with satisfaction at your shameless begging. "Good girl," he murmured, drawing a shudder out of you. "As long as you keep being a good girl. Now go ahead... fucking ride me."

His eyes darted sideways and found your boyfriend's dark orbs, and an unreadable, silent agreement passed between the men. You couldn't guess what it was, too focused on riding Mark's cock to its fullest extent, wanting him to spill within you. His grip tightened on your soft curves, urging you forward onto him again, and you picked up the pace eagerly. Your fingers tangled in the NCT rapper's hair, yanking him towards you, and his hands cupped your breasts. His hot mouth latched onto your nipples, flicking and sucking greedily.

This was different from the Mark you knew from watching stage performances, MVs, or interviews. This Mark, the one currently railing you, was a carnal beast in his lust. One whose desire was purely focused on pleasure, whether he was receiving or giving.

"Does his cock fill you good, baby?" Mingi murmured, his hand pumping up and down his own throbbing cock. "You like the way Mark feels inside you? Stretching out your pretty cunt?"

"Yes," you hissed through gritted teeth. "Fuck, yes... it feels so good."

"I can tell, baby. I can see from over here how fucking happy he's making you. Fucking you real good, making you feel special. My baby girl looks so good fucking herself silly like this." He leaned over the armrest to speak directly into your ear, "Make him cum, baby. Cum all over his cock, and I'll give you my dick after. We both will, okay? You can take both of us at the same time. Wouldn't that be fun? Double the cocks?"

Your eyelids slammed shut, the mental picture of both cocks filling you up at the same time taking up your thoughts. With your boyfriend at your ass and Mark in your front hole... Shit, you could hardly stand the idea of such pleasure. It was sure to send you over the edge.

"Y-Yes," you begged. "Please, I want it. Please let me have both cocks."

"Mmm, baby... Don't worry," your boyfriend hummed as his lips trailed up your ear and sucked briefly. He leaned back, but his mouth lingered inches away. You could feel his heavy breaths mingling with yours as he moved to stand behind you, looming there with the tip of his cock against your ass. "You'll have both, promise."

With that, Mingi nudged your asscheeks apart and prodded lightly, demanding entry. You almost choked. Almost screamed. Fuck, your asshole was throbbing and gaping, needing him inside. In an instant, you realized that was probably part of his plan all along—working you and teasing you until he got what he wanted: both holes fucked at once by the two hottest guys on the planet. Not a bad outcome at all.

"You ready to get fucked hard, baby girl?" Your boyfriend murmured, and you nodded wildly, practically drooling with the mere idea. His thumb slipped past the tight ring, the digit diving deep and stroking over the warm muscles, making you shudder. "That's right," Mingi crooned at the needy moan that slipped past your lips. "Let the whole city know how badly you need both dicks."

It's not like you’d never had anal sex with Mingi before, but you’d never had it with anyone else involved, and certainly not in this fashion. Your legs clenched tighter around Mark's lean body, and you clung to his shoulders as Mingi lined up his cock, sinking the head inside slowly. You let out a broken sound, pleasure flooding through you with every inch your boyfriend pressed forward. Mark made an approving noise, pulling you closer, the shift pushing him further within you, and your eyes rolled into the back of your head as the thickness of their cocks stretched you apart.

"Fuck...!" You groaned out, thighs shaking around Mark. There was an exquisite pressure in your core. Just the tipping point you needed to fall over.

Mingi waited only a short moment once he was balls-deep. "Goddamn baby," he groaned against the shell of your ear, nipping gently, sending a small shiver down your spine, "look how well you're taking us, you feel so fucking tight. Is that good, baby girl? Can you handle all this dick? Does it feel like you imagined it would?"

He pulled out slow, rocking back, the ridges of his cock bumping pleasantly, and he rolled his hips with it. The resulting tremor that rippled across your skin was immediate, a frisson of electricity lighting a fuse deep in your belly.

"Uh, huh," you whimpered, words becoming difficult, as you adjusted to having both of them at once. Mark ground upwards into your tight, dripping cunt, and you heard his soft, surprised gasp, "S-so good."

"Shit..." Mingi let a hand skate lightly across the bottom swell of your ass cheeks as his hips pistoned his dick deep within you. "Feels fucking amazing for me too, gorgeous. Taking us so well, so good..."

The sensations you felt were beyond bliss, both of their dicks slipping in and out of you with delicious friction. You cried out, relishing the feeling of getting fucked from both ends at once, stretched around these gorgeous men. It was unlike anything you'd ever imagined or experienced, and the best part was you'd never forget this moment. Mingi and Mark seemed to work in perfect harmony, one thrusting forward as the other drew back, the pulsing sensations pushing you toward the brink of oblivion. You could no longer speak as each stroke pushed air from your lungs and arousal seared through your veins.

Mark leaned his forehead against yours. Your nose grazed his in the process, and you saw how his lips twisted. His jaw dropped in a guttural, quiet moan that made your cunt throb, and your muscles clenched tighter around the idol. "So... good," he gasped as your cunt squeezed.

"Tell him how much you like this," Mingi purred into your ear as his cock pulled free. A thrill rushed through you at the dirty talk your boyfriend loved to indulge in so often. It always drove you crazy. "Tell Mark how much you like him fucking your cunt raw."

You took a slow breath, letting your lids lift lazily to meet the idol's gaze. You tried to push the word from your lips but all that escaped were needy moans. "F-feels... ah..." you could barely even speak; you were losing your damn mind from the mind-boggling sensation of these cocks.

Mark laughed darkly, and a slight grin tugged at the corner of his lip, a knowing one. It was obvious enough you didn't have to explain it, even with the way your thighs twitched or how you shivered violently as their thick dicks slammed into you again. Mingi groaned from the other end, and you felt his lips pepper your bare shoulders. "Should we let her cum? Hm, Mark?"

"I don't know," Mark said smugly as he pulled out again. His hips lunged forward, and the impact reverberated through you, ripping a keening moan out of your throat. "That's a hard question."

"Please, please let me..." you begged, writhing uncontrollably. "I'll be a good girl. I p-promise."

The men groaned almost in unison, the sound tinged with pleasure and arousal. "Keep talking like that," Mark coaxed you. "I'm this fucking close to bursting already."

"Yeah, don't fucking stop," Mingi groaned his assent. "It's like music to my fucking ears, sweetie."

You nodded helplessly, opening your mouth as you begged shamelessly, not holding back. "I'll take your fucking cocks as many times as you want," you whined. "Over and over, forever."

"Goddamn, she's perfect," you heard Mark grit out through gritted teeth.

The groan your boyfriend let out was all heat. His fingers dug into the flesh of your hips as he ploughed his cock into you, using the strength of his hands to slam you down just as he pushed forward, each thrust almost unbearably overwhelming. "Then cum," he said, his voice almost a growl. "Be a good girl and fucking cum for us."

"Dirty little thing," Mark breathed against your parted mouth, his tongue darting out to tease your own. "Letting me and Mingi have our way with you like this... You're enjoying every minute of this, aren't you, beautiful?"

"Please... please I want to cum..." your body was writhing from the force of them. Mingi's fingertips were digging hard into your ass as he pummeled you with his massive cock while Mark was playing with your nipples. It all drove you insane, and the knot in your stomach was tighter than a fucking ball.

"Go ahead, baby," Mingi rasped in a voice thick with pleasure. You looked over your shoulder and met his fiery gaze as he said, "Cum nice and loud. I wanna hear all your pretty sounds."

Mark dropped one hand from your nipple, and his palm connected with your throbbing clit and began to massage with firm, quick circles. Your lashes fluttered, a quiet sigh escaping as your lids threatened to shut altogether. The pressure built in the base of your abdomen. In seconds, you were cumming.

The wave of ecstasy came in one sudden, powerful pulse after another. You wailed out, loud enough that they surely heard the echo throughout the apartment. Your body writhed and quaked, shuddering with the force of an intense, prolonged orgasm. Your cunt throbbed spasmodically, muscles squeezing tightly around Mark's length.

"God, look how that fucking pussy's squeezing him," Mingi drawled as he rubbed your clit, adding to the intensity of the stimulation. "She's loving this cock..."

Mark cursed sharply, his breathing picking up speed as he worked your clit mercilessly. He continued to pump upwards into your cunt, trying desperately to match his thrusts with Mingi's. "She’s going to squeeze all the cum right out of me, fuck." He groaned.

"Fuck..." you let out a filthy whine, your walls clenching tightly as the waves of pleasure overwhelmed you and had your brain completely blank, your mouth hanging open, trying to keep your breath steady as they were working you apart. "Fuck... I'm still cumming."

"Keep cumming, baby girl," your boyfriend said breathlessly, and you knew it wouldn't take him long to finish, since he loved watching your climax. His cock drove harder and faster than before, "Fuck, I'm about to cum in your fucking tight ass."

Mark shuddered out a groan beneath you, and his brows tensed. "Fuck," the idol hissed, and his pace began to pick up. "Fuck, I'm close too, where can I..." he stammered. "Where should I... god, shit..."

"Cum in me, Mark. Fucking cum in my pussy," you begged between hisses and panting breaths, looking between him and your boyfriend.

"Mmm, listen to my girl..." Mingi mumbled out against the back of your neck and bit lightly, earning another tremble, and his voice picked up and he started going faster, hitting deeper, "You heard her, cum in that fucking cunt."

Mark moaned, loud and long, his cock pulsing before he shot his seed deep, filling your spasming walls. Mingi groaned, grinding himself into you and spurting as well, his thrusts erratic and uneven as he filled your ass with a shudder. Mark's hand slid over the front of your cunt, holding his throbbing dick in place while his digits coated in cum smeared over your tender pussy lips.

"So perfect, sweetheart," Mingi murmured. Mark pulled himself free as your boyfriend slid back, groaning softly as his cock left your heat. His semen slipped from inside and dripped onto the couch beneath you.

"Holy shit," you heard Mark mumble dazedly as you sank weakly into his chest.

"Told you she was the fucking best," Mingi praised you as he moved to sit on the couch and chuckled softly, a grin lighting up his lips. "You're welcome."

"I believe it," Mark breathed, the words leaving him in one rush. He reached around you and patted you softly. "Holy shit," he repeated. "This was just... it's something else. Thank you."

"If you want something more..." your boyfriend started to offer, and the words were clear to Mark, his eyes meeting Mingi's gaze with a smirk.

Mark's answer was a faint grin. "For real, man? I mean, I won't say no... I mean I am working on an album soon... could use some inspiration."

"What do you think, baby?" Mingi smiled at you, one hand gripping your shoulder as the other caressed your side soothingly. "You want Mark to be a regular thing? So he can make albums inspired by you? Take his creativity to the next level?"

You didn't even hesitate to give an eager nod, and Mingi kissed your temple.

"Great," your boyfriend smirked at the idol, "It's settled then. And now, sweetie..." his expression softened, "Let's take this to the bedroom... you, me, and Mark are just getting started."

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stevesjockstrap · 1 year ago

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Alone on Thanksgiving? Mad at your dad?

Based on this post

Or, Steve invites Craigslist!Eddie to Thanksgiving as his fake boyfriend for entertainment and drama purposes

Rated: T? Always with the swearing idk | read on ao3

ETA a/n: shout out to @rocknrollsalad for a direct quote in here and putting up with me and @machtaholic for encouraging this 🖤

“Are you serious?”

Steve sighed. “Yes, Robbie. You know how much my parents have been on me since they’re losing what little power they have left. This is going to be awesome.”

She was pacing around their living room, making him anxious. “But why are you going to take this stranger from Craigslist? Why can’t you find someone you know? Argyle would do it. What if this guy doesn’t show, or he comes and steals something?”

“If he doesn’t show I’m in the same boat anyhow, but hey, there’s a thought. You think I can pay him more to steal something from my parents? I’d love to see that.”

“Steve!” She rounded on him, eyes wide. “You’re paying him? You didn’t tell me that!”

“For fuck’s sake, Rob. He didn’t ask for money, the post actually said he would do it just for food. But the guy’s driving half an hour and I’m willing to bet my family is worse than he’s expecting. Sit down, you’re making me dizzy. Read this and tell me this isn’t exactly what I need.” He scrolled on his phone and handed it to her.

Her shoulders relaxed as she read on, laughing finally, “You’re not going to make him propose or fight your dad on the front lawn, right?”

“Maybe for Christmas,” he smirked.

His parent’s house was always so cold and empty. It was his childhood home but he had never really felt any attachment to it. His apartment with Robin was small and cluttered but cozy, and full of memories of them and their friends. They had done a Friendsgiving the previous weekend that had been a dangerously good time. (The smoke detector had only gone off three times, a new record.)

Running his hand through his hair again, he looked at the clock. Would Eddie show? He checked his phone again, knowing there were no missed texts because he had just looked thirty seconds ago. Why was he more nervous about meeting him than introducing him to his family? They’d had one phone call and some texts, mostly arranging the time and place and Steve already apologizing for his family.

Eddie had laughed, “It’s okay, Steve. Trust me, I’ve dealt with worse.”

He went to the bathroom, just to kill time.

And of course the doorbell rang.

He quickly washed and dried his hands, sparing a second to pull his hair into a less raked-through mess.

Quickening his pace when he saw his mom still holding the door open, not allowing whoever was on the stoop in, he craned his neck to see out the door.

Oh fuck.

“If you’d just go get him, ma’am, we could clear this all up,” Eddie was saying. The words were polite but there was an edge to them, just the tinge of a sneer on his lips. It was perfect.

“He’s mine,” he heard himself say. His mom whipped around, eyes crazed and mouth open. “Uh- I mean,” his eyes returned to Eddie standing on his doorstep. Taking in the long thick wavy hair, big brown eyes, his lips pulled into a toothy grin now. He’d clearly attempted to dress up, grey slacks and a black button down, paired with heavy combat boots. The sleeves were rolled up to reveal tattoos up his forearms and the backs of his hands. There were more tattoos on his neck, and Steve’s eyes glued themselves to the ring through his lip. Guh. “He’s, uh, here for me.”

“Hi Steve,” he watched the lips form. “Was just meeting your lovely mother.” Again there was nothing wrong with the words themselves, nothing anyone could pinpoint or take offense to. But that slithery way he said it with a razor sharp sting, Steve was impressed. He was clearly an expert at this.

Steve tried to school his own expression and voice. “My apologies. Mom, this is Eddie, my boyfriend.”

There was a long silence where he thought his mom was going to combust. She opened and closed her mouth several times, her eyebrows furrowed. He’d never seen her speechless before.

Eddie sent him a smirk and he almost matched it but his mom looked at him finally and stammered, “Y-your, ah, I’m sorry.” She closed her eyes and pulled in a steadying breath. When she opened them she asked, “He’s your boyfriend?”

“Yes ma’am,” Eddie answered from almost behind her now as she turned to question Steve.

“And why is it you didn’t tell us he was coming? Why is he ringing the doorbell like a stranger?”

“I, um, well I did think he’d text when he got here or something…” Steve started, meeting Eddie’s eyes over her shoulder.

“What, and miss out on this warm welcome?” Eddie winked at him but quickly settled his face when his mom turned to him. Doing the exact thing he’d hoped for, Mrs. Harrington remembering she’s leaving a guest out on her doorstep.

Steve delighted in the fact that this was going to be a chess match and his mother was already several moves behind.

Her eyes narrowed and she held a hand out to welcome Eddie in, walking them all into the foyer. “Well, don’t let me stop you, go ahead and greet your boyfriend, Steven.”

It was a challenge, he knew, but they hadn’t discussed this. Eddie was on the ball, however. He continued his momentum to slide a hand under Steve’s suit jacket to settle on his ribs and the other he brought up to cup his face, leaning in and angling their heads together. Steve tried to relax and closed his eyes. Eddie pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, but from where his mom was standing she wouldn’t be able to tell.

“Hey, baby. Missed you,” he breathed when he pulled away. Steve was halfway to believing this himself.

“Yeah,” he sighed stupidly.

Eddie pulled his hands away and he almost reached back for them before stopping himself with a shake. He found he’d only gone a foot away when he opened his eyes though. Oh he was in trouble.

His mother cleared her throat from behind Eddie like she hadn’t put them up to this. Steve reached out for his hand and held onto it.

“Okay so I’m going to go introduce him to everyone else,” he said quickly and walked further into the house. Holding his hand.

They made their way through the dining room, Steve taking more and more pleasure with each stilted interaction Eddie weaved through with his family members.

His dad was propped in the living room with his uncle and Steve could feel his eyes on him as they made their way around. He knew his mother had ran to tell him all about it but he wouldn’t take being ignored well. It was making his skin crawl but he knew it would further piss off his dad so he kept it up.

After everyone else had been formally introduced to Eddie and Steve had gulped half a glass of wine, he felt almost ready to go deal with him. He took Eddie’s hand again and turned, but navigated them to the sliding glass door and outside instead.

It was chilly, late November in Indiana, but it felt amazing after the stuffiness of the house.

Steve remembered he still had Eddie’s hand in his and he quickly dropped it. “Uh, you smoke?”

Eddie grinned, all teeth and tongue as he held a battered pack of Newports out to him. “Not usually, really, but it makes for a good prop. Sorry they’re shit.”

“Holy shit. You’re amazing. I mean- perfect, I mean- fuck.” Steve laughed and shook his head. “The on-the-spot fact checking of my aunt’s political shit was next level. You could do this year round and make a killing, man.” He did pull a cigarette out of the pack and Eddie leaned into him, clicking the lighter for him, meeting his eyes as Steve sucked in.

“I don’t-“

The door slid open behind them and Mr. Harrington walked out.

“Looks like you and your date are avoiding me, Steven,” he said. Steve watched as he gave Eddie a very slow up and down look.

“No, dad. Just needed a break. It’s warm in there.” He made his face remain neutral. It’s not like anyone was cooking anything, his mom always got their big family meals catered.

His dad narrowed his eyes at him as he held eye contact, taking a drag from his bummed cigarette.

“Where is Robin today?”

He sighed. “With her family, dad. And for the last time, I’m not dating Robin. She’s a lesbian. This is Eddie, by the way. My date? He’s my boyfriend.”

When Steve had tried to come out as bisexual to his parents, his dad especially had made it clear that he did not accept that about his only child. As the years went on and he hadn’t spoken much about this part of his life, it seemed his dad had hoped it just went away.

Mr. Harrington scoffed, “I don’t understand why you want to throw your life away, Steven. I thought we’d raised you better-“ Eddie made a noise next to him and Steve knew he couldn’t look at him or he’d burst out laughing.

“Save it, dad. Believe it or not I love my life. Which is something I’d never thought I would be able to say. Can you even say that?”

His dad shook his head disappointedly and walked back inside.

“Excellent job. I don’t think you need me here after all,” Eddie joked.

Steve propped himself against the wall of the house, deeply tired from having to defend his choices to his dad for the umpteenth time.

“Maybe not need. But it’s been really fun having you here. Usually dinner conversation is about how big of a disappointment I am. Oh, I guess I didn’t give you that backstory. I’m graduating with my masters in psychology in the spring, and I’ve been early accepted into a PhD program. And there’s no money in helping people,” he chuckled. “So.” He scuffed out the butt with his heel and left it on his dad’s pristine patio.

“Steve. That’s amazing! Congratulations.” Eddie seemed genuinely excited for him and it brought a small smile to his face. “You look like you could really use a hug, man. Can I hug you?”

“Of course.” If he let himself hold on for a few seconds longer than strictly necessary, Eddie allowed it.

Dinner was quiet. His uncle asked Eddie what he did for work and he enthusiastically explained he was a line cook and worked nights at a bar. Steve surreptitiously looked around to take in everyone’s expressions and quickly covered his mouth with his napkin. He actually enjoyed himself during a holiday dinner for the first time he could remember.

Eddie at one point threw an arm around the back of his chair and he leaned in a bit into him, catching the disapproving stares they got from the corner of his eye.

Pie was passed around and by then Steve had had another glass of wine or two. He reached over to thumb the whipped cream from the side of Eddie’s lip without thinking, before popping the thumb into his own mouth. Eddie’s eyes widened and it was on the tip of his tongue to apologize but he caught himself.

“Thanks, babe,” Eddie said with a chuckle.

After saying their awkward goodbyes to everyone, Steve walked Eddie to his van. He looked down at his feet, fiddling with his keys.

“Hey, um, this may be out of left field and let me know if it’s too much, okay?” Eddie waited for Steve to nod. “Do you want to come to my uncle’s with me tomorrow night? It’s just the two of us and he always volunteers to work the holiday. But we do a thing, you know. A-and he’s always bugging me to bring someone.”

Steve blinked. “Would it have to be a fake date? I’m not as skilled at that as you are.”

“No, I mean, it wouldn’t- god I suck. I’m actually asking, like for real. If that’s okay? Just be you. And I’ll just be me.”

“That’s very okay. I’d really like that.” He couldn’t hold back his smile. Taking the chance, he leaned in, Eddie meeting him in the middle to finally press their lips together.

#mine #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #pre Steddie #stranger things #stranger things fic #Steve x Eddie #Steve/eddie

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Legacy (of snow)

- Summary: Tywin was the man who saved you from Robert's wrath. He was also the man who doomed you.

- Pairing: targ!reader/Tywin Lannister

- Rating: Mature 16+

- Previous part: the pyre

- Next part: homesick

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @oxymakestheworldgoround @luniaxi @alkadri-layal @butterflygxril

The chill of Winterfell's courtyard lingered in your memory like the sharp bite of frost. It was a day long past, but the echoes of it returned to you now with a clarity that pierced your heart. You had been a young woman, yet already burdened with secrets and responsibilities far beyond your age. Hidden in the North under the protection of House Stark, you had learned to navigate a world of whispered truths and silent threats. But that day, the quiet peace of Winterfell had been shattered by the sound of boys fighting.

“Give it back!” Jon’s voice rang out, high-pitched and angry. He stood in the snow, fists clenched, his dark curls tumbling over his pale face. Opposite him was Robb Stark, his half-brother, taller and broader but no less stubborn.

“It’s mine!” Robb shouted, holding a wooden practice sword high above his head. “You can’t just take it because you want it!”

“You weren’t even using it!” Jon retorted, his grey eyes flashing with indignation.

You had been passing by the armory, bundled in a heavy fur cloak, when their raised voices caught your attention. You paused, watching for a moment, unsure whether to intervene. But then, Robb gave Jon a hard shove, sending him sprawling into the snow.

That was enough.

“Robb!” you snapped, your voice sharp as the winter wind. Both boys froze, turning to look at you with wide eyes. “What are you doing?”

“He started it!” Robb said defensively, lowering the practice sword but still clutching it tightly.

“I didn’t!” Jon shot back, scrambling to his feet. His face was red, more from embarrassment than the cold. “He said I couldn’t use it because I’m not a Stark!”

The words hit you like a blow to the chest. You glanced between them, your gaze softening as it landed on Jon. “That’s enough, both of you,” you said firmly, stepping between them. “Robb, give Jon the sword.”

“But—”

“Now,” you said, your tone brooking no argument.

With a huff, Robb thrust the wooden sword into Jon’s hands before stomping off toward the great hall, muttering under his breath. Jon watched him go, his small hands gripping the sword tightly, his shoulders hunched as though bracing for another blow.

“Are you all right?” you asked, crouching down so you were at his level. You reached out to brush the snow from his cloak, your fingers lingering for a moment on his arm.

Jon nodded, though his jaw was set, his pride clearly wounded. “I don’t care what he says,” he muttered. “I’m just as good as him. Better, even.”

You smiled faintly, tilting his chin up so he’d look at you. “You are good, Jon. And you don’t need to prove it to anyone. Least of all Robb.”

He studied you for a moment, his eyes searching yours. “You really think so?” he asked softly, his voice tinged with doubt.

“I know so,” you said firmly. “You’re strong, Jon. Stronger than you realize.”

Before he could reply, a stern voice cut through the air. “What’s going on here?”

You turned to see Catelyn Stark approaching, her skirts sweeping across the snow. Her blue eyes narrowed as they landed on you, then flicked to Jon, her expression cooling further. “Another argument?” she asked, her tone laced with disapproval.

“It was nothing,” you said quickly, rising to your feet. “Just boys being boys.”

Catelyn’s lips thinned as she looked at Jon. “He seems to have a habit of causing trouble.”

Jon bristled, clutching the wooden sword tighter, but you stepped closer to him, shielding him from her gaze. “It wasn’t his fault,” you said firmly. “Robb started it.”

Catelyn’s eyes snapped to you, her disapproval shifting into something sharper. “And of course, you would take his side,” she said coldly. “You always do.”

“Because he’s treated unfairly,” you shot back, your voice rising despite yourself. “He’s just a boy, Catelyn. He doesn’t deserve to be punished for things beyond his control.”

Her eyes narrowed further, her voice dropping to a hiss. “And why do you care so much? He’s not your son. He’s not even your blood.”

You stiffened, her words cutting deeper than you cared to admit. “Because someone has to,” you said quietly. “Someone has to care about him. He was given to me to be raised, not having the same blood doesn't make him less mine.”

Catelyn’s face hardened, her hands clenching at her sides. “I’ve often wondered why Eddard insists on keeping you here,” she said, her voice cold and measured. “You’re a Targaryen—a daughter of the man who tried to burn this kingdom to ash. The man who killed his father and brother. What purpose do you serve here, beyond stirring up trouble?”

You felt Jon’s small hand grip yours tightly, grounding you as your anger flared. “Eddard keeps me here because he’s a man of honor,” you said, your voice steady despite the storm raging within you. “And because he knows that holding me here ensures peace. I’ve done nothing to deserve your scorn, Lady Stark. But Jon has done even less.”

Catelyn opened her mouth to reply, but before she could, Eddard’s voice rang out from the steps of the great hall. “What’s going on here?”

All three of you turned to see Eddard descending the steps, his expression stern but curious. Catelyn hesitated, her lips pressing into a thin line again, before she turned away without a word, retreating into the hall.

You let out a soft breath, your shoulders relaxing slightly as Eddard approached. He looked between you and Jon, his brow furrowing. “Are you all right?” he asked, his voice gentle.

Jon nodded quickly, but you could see the tension still lingering in his small frame. “We’re fine,” you said, offering Eddard a faint smile. “Just a disagreement.”

Eddard studied you for a moment, then nodded. “Come inside. It’s too cold to be out here.”

You placed a reassuring hand on Jon’s shoulder, guiding him toward the hall. As you walked, you glanced down at him, your voice soft. “Remember what I said, Jon. You’re stronger than you realize.”

He looked up at you, his expression thoughtful, and nodded. “I’ll remember.”

And even now, all these years later, you hoped he still did.

The chill of the night air clung to Castle Black, the walls of the ancient fortress illuminated by the flickering light of torches. The sounds of uneasy murmurs and the occasional clatter of equipment drifted through the courtyard, where Viserion rested, her massive form coiled in a serpentine curve. Smoke curled lazily from her nostrils as her golden eyes scanned the surroundings, her presence a constant reminder of the fire that now loomed over the Wall.

You sat inside the Lord Commander’s chambers, the small space lit by a single lantern hanging from the ceiling. The atmosphere was heavy with unspoken questions. Jon Snow sat beside you, his posture slouched, his hands resting heavily on his knees. His grey eyes, so familiar and yet so changed, stared into the fire crackling in the hearth.

He was alive. That truth still felt unreal, even as you looked at him, your hand resting on his arm as though to reassure yourself that he wouldn’t vanish. But there was no denying the difference in him. His face was pale, his expression haunted, and his gaze carried the weight of what lay beyond death.

Outside, the voices of his brothers and the Wildlings rose and fell. Edd Tollett and Tormund Giantsbane had been among the first to approach Viserion in the courtyard, their reactions a mixture of awe and wariness. The Wildlings had grown used to stories of dragons, but seeing one in the flesh had shaken even the bravest among them.

Tormund’s voice echoed faintly through the walls, his disbelief evident even from here. “A bloody dragon. Right here. Just sitting there like it owns the place.”

“Maybe it does,” Edd had replied earlier, his tone dry but tinged with unease. “Would you argue with it?”

You couldn’t help but smile faintly at the memory, but the humor quickly faded as your gaze returned to Jon. The firelight danced across his face, but he remained silent, his breathing steady yet shallow.

“Jon,” you said softly, breaking the silence. Your voice was tentative, as though afraid to disturb him. “How are you feeling?”

He didn’t respond immediately, his eyes still fixed on the flames. Finally, he spoke, his voice low and rough. “I don’t know.”

You squeezed his arm gently, your heart aching for him. “It’s all right not to know,” you said. “You’ve been through… more than anyone should ever have to endure.”

He glanced at you then, his gaze searching yours. “I shouldn’t be here,” he said quietly, the words heavy with guilt and confusion. “I died. I should’ve stayed dead.”

The admission made your chest tighten, but you refused to let the sorrow overwhelm you. “You’re here because you’re needed,” you said firmly. “Because your fight isn’t over. The Wall still stands because of you, Jon. The Wildlings, your brothers, the North… they still need you.”

He looked away again, his jaw tightening. “Do they? Most of my brothers wanted me dead. And now… I don’t even know what I am anymore.”

You leaned closer, your hand moving to his shoulder as you forced him to meet your gaze. “You’re still you,” you said, your voice steady. “You’re Jon Snow. You’re the boy I raised, the man who became Lord Commander, the one who’s always fought for what’s right. That hasn’t changed.”

Jon’s lips pressed into a thin line, but his eyes softened, and for a moment, you saw a flicker of the boy you had once known.

A loud rumble from the courtyard broke the quiet, followed by startled shouts. You both turned toward the sound, and Jon let out a faint, humorless chuckle. “Your dragon’s scaring everyone.”

You managed a small smile. “They’ll get used to her. Eventually.”

Jon shook his head, a faint smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I doubt Tormund will. He keeps calling her ‘the winged lizard.’”

The levity was short-lived, but it eased the anxiety in the room for a moment. You watched as Jon’s expression grew serious again, his gaze returning to the fire.

“Do you believe it?” he asked suddenly, his voice quiet but filled with an edge of vulnerability. “What she said? About the Lord of Light?”

You knew he was referring to Melisandre, her ominous words and cryptic explanations lingering like a shadow over everything that had happened. You hesitated, choosing your words carefully.

“I don’t know what I believe,” you admitted. “But I believe in you, Jon. Whatever brought you back—whether it was her god or something else—it doesn’t change who you are. You’re here, and that’s what matters.”

He nodded slowly, though his uncertainty remained. “I just… I don’t know if I can do this again. Leading them. Fighting. Dying. It’s too much.”

You leaned closer, your voice soft but firm. “You’re not alone, Jon. You never were. And you never will be, as long as I’m here.”

He looked at you then, his eyes shining with unshed tears. “You’ve always been there,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Even when I didn’t deserve it.”

Tears pricked at your own eyes, but you smiled faintly, brushing a strand of hair from his face. “You’ve always deserved it, Jon. You’re my son, in every way that matters. And I’ll always fight for you.”

The weight of your words settled between you, and for the first time since his return, Jon’s shoulders seemed to relax. The burden he carried was still immense, but he was no longer carrying it alone.

Outside, Viserion let out another low rumble, her eyes scanning the walls of Castle Black. The men below continued to adjust to her presence, their fear mingling with awe as the reality of her existence settled in.

But inside, in the quiet warmth of the Lord Commander’s chambers, a different kind of miracle had occurred. Jon Snow, back from the dead, was not just alive—he was beginning to live again.

The air within Dragonstone’s Great Hall was charged, the massive stone table shaped like Westeros sitting between Tywin Lannister and his gathered advisors. The week’s failures hung heavily over the room, souring even Tywin’s formidable patience. Reports and theories had been debated endlessly, but the outcome remained the same: the young dragon residing in Dragonmont refused to be subdued or captured. Every attempt had ended in injury, chaos, or retreat, and the creature showed no signs of leaving its lair.

Tywin’s stren gaze swept over his assembled men, each one avoiding his piercing green eyes. The weight of his presence alone was enough to stifle any rash suggestions.

“The dragon has claimed Dragonmont as its territory,” Tywin said, his voice cold and precise. “It has shown no intent to leave, nor has it ventured beyond its lair in the past days. We cannot afford further losses to subdue a creature that has no interest in threatening us.”

A low murmur rippled through the room, the men exchanging uneasy glances. Varys, standing at Tywin’s right, nodded thoughtfully. “A wise decision, my lord. The beast is young and untrained, but it remains a dragon. To provoke it further may result in consequences we are ill-prepared to handle.”

Tywin’s jaw tightened, his frustration kept carefully hidden behind his impassive expression. “We will leave it be—for now. When my wife returns, she will decide what is to be done with it.”

One of the soldiers, his face pale with nervousness, hesitated before speaking. “And if it attacks again, my lord? What then?”

Tywin’s gaze snapped to him, silencing any further objections. “If it attacks, we will deal with it. Until then, no one is to approach the lair without my direct command. Is that understood?”

A chorus of murmured agreement filled the hall, and Tywin dismissed the men with a curt wave of his hand. Chairs scraped against the stone floor, boots echoing as the advisors and soldiers filed out, leaving the room to its usual silence.

Varys lingered for a moment, his hands folded neatly in front of him. “A prudent choice, Lord Tywin,” he said, his tone calm but calculating. “Dragons are… particular creatures. Best not to tempt their ire without necessity.”

Tywin inclined his head slightly but said nothing more. Satisfied, Varys offered a small bow and followed the others out of the hall, leaving only Tywin and Jaime Lannister behind.

Jaime leaned casually against one of the high-backed chairs. He watched his father in silence for a moment, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

“Well,” Jaime said finally, breaking the quiet. “That’s a first.”

Tywin didn’t look up, his attention focused on the parchments spread across the table. “What are you referring to, Jaime?”

“You,” Jaime replied, his tone light and teasing. “Giving up on something. I don’t think I’ve ever seen it happen before.”

Tywin’s gaze snapped to him, sharp as a blade. “I am not ‘giving up.’ I am delaying action until the appropriate time.”

Jaime raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “Of course. And it has nothing to do with the fact that you’re waiting for her to come back.”

Tywin’s expression remained impassive, but Jaime caught the faintest flicker of something in his eyes. “Your stepmother’s presence would not change the situation.”

Jaime straightened, his smirk turning into a grin. “You mean her comfort, Father. Don’t pretend you don’t miss her.”

Tywin’s jaw tightened, though he refused to rise to the bait. “You’re wasting my time, Jaime.”

“I don’t think so,” Jaime said, clearly enjoying himself. “I’ve been watching you these past days, and I have to say, it’s quite entertaining. You’ve barely scolded anyone, you spend half your time staring at letters you don’t even read, and now you’re letting a dragon live in your mountain because—what? You think she’d be upset if you killed it?”

Tywin’s gaze turned icy, though he still didn’t respond. Jaime took a step closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially. “Admit it, Father. You miss her. You’re human, after all.”

Tywin’s lips thinned, and for a moment, Jaime thought he might have pushed too far. But then his father straightened, fixing him with a look that was both annoyed and resigned.

“She is my wife,” Tywin said, his voice calm but firm. “Her presence is valuable—for more reasons than you can comprehend.”

Jaime chuckled, unbothered by the veiled insult. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Tywin’s gaze darkened, and Jaime wisely held up his hand in mock surrender. “All right, all right. I’ll leave you to brood in peace. But for what it’s worth, I hope she comes back soon. You’re far more tolerable when she’s around.”

With that, Jaime turned and strode out of the hall, leaving Tywin alone. For a moment, the room was silent once more, the only sound the faint crackle of the fire in the hearth.

Tywin exhaled slowly, his gaze drifting to the empty chair beside him—the one where his wife always sat during their discussions. He didn’t miss you, he told himself. He simply recognized the void your absence had left. That was the truth. Or so he told himself as he returned to the endless tasks at hand.

Jaime Lannister left the Great Hall, Tywin’s stony expression still fresh in his mind. His boots echoed against the cold stone floors of Dragonstone as he made his way through the winding halls. The castle had a peculiar stillness to it, even with the distant hum of waves crashing against the volcanic cliffs. Jaime knew it wasn’t just the castle—Tywin’s brooding presence seemed to weigh on everyone.

As he rounded the corner toward the living quarters, he heard the soft sound of a child’s laughter mixed with the hum of a woman’s voice. Intrigued, Jaime pushed open the door to a cozy chamber where he found Damon, his three-year-old half-brother, surrounded by a handful of servants. Damon was seated on a plush rug, a collection of carved wooden animals scattered before him. His silver-gold hair shone in the dim light, and his eyes sparkled with delight as he directed a servant pretending to be a fearsome dragon.

Nearby, another servant held little Maelor, who was barely six moons old. The wetnurse rocked him gently, cooing as the baby squirmed in her arms, his tiny fists batting at the air. The room was warm and inviting, a stark contrast to the cold tension elsewhere in the castle.

Jaime leaned against the doorframe, his golden hand resting casually on his hip as he watched the scene unfold. Damon caught sight of him first, his laughter fading as his gaze shifted to the imposing figure in the doorway.

“Ser Jaime!” Damon exclaimed, his voice high and bright with excitement. He clambered to his feet, stumbling slightly in his haste to reach him. The servants immediately stiffened, bowing their heads slightly at Jaime’s presence.

Jaime knelt to meet Damon at his level, offering the boy a rare smile. “What are you up to, little lord? Conquering the Seven Kingdoms already?”

Damon giggled, holding up a wooden lion and dragon. “I’m the dragon,” he declared proudly, his tiny fingers waving the carved creature in Jaime’s face. “And the lion is scared!”

Jaime chuckled, plucking the lion from Damon’s hand and holding it up. “Scared, is he? Well, I think this lion has a few tricks up his sleeve.” He playfully swooped the lion toward the dragon, making exaggerated roaring noises that sent Damon into another fit of laughter.

“Be careful, Ser Jaime,” one of the servants murmured nervously. “He’s rather fond of winning.”

Jaime smirked, handing the wooden lion back to Damon. “Well, we can’t have that, can we?”

Damon beamed, clutching both figures tightly as he scampered back to his spot on the rug. Jaime straightened, his gaze drifting to Maelor. The baby let out a soft coo, his bright violet eyes—so like his mother’s—blinking curiously at the new arrival.

“He’s grown,” Jaime said, his tone lighter as he approached the wetnurse. “Already looks ready to take on the world.”

The wetnurse smiled faintly, adjusting Maelor in her arms. “He’s a strong one, my lord. Just like his brother.”

Jaime glanced back at Damon, who was now engrossed in directing a servant to stage an elaborate battle between the lion and dragon. “They’ll need to be,” he murmured, more to himself than anyone else.

The wetnurse nodded, her expression softening. “Their mother will see to that.”

Jaime looked back at Maelor, his golden hand resting on the back of a nearby chair. “And their father,” he added, though there was a faint edge of amusement in his tone. “Tywin Lannister isn’t exactly one to raise weaklings.”

The wetnurse hesitated before replying, her voice cautious. “Lord Tywin has been… attentive. He ensures the boys want for nothing.”

Jaime raised an eyebrow, smirking slightly. “Attentive? That’s one way to put it. I’d wager my golden hand he’s already planning their futures down to the last detail.”

Before the wetnurse could respond, Damon bounded back over, clutching his wooden dragon. “Ser Jaime, do you have a sword?” he asked eagerly, his eyes wide with curiosity.

Jaime knelt again, ruffling the boy’s hair with his healthy hand. “I do,” he said, gesturing to the sword at his hip. “But it’s not a toy, Damon. You’ll have to wait a few more years before you’re ready to wield one.”

Damon pouted, his bottom lip jutting out. “But I want to fight dragons! Like you!”

Jaime laughed, the sound warm and genuine. “Dragons, huh? I think you’ve got that backward, little lord. Dragons don’t fight dragons—they fly together.”

Damon considered this, his pout fading as his imagination took over. “Can I fly with Mother when she comes back?” he asked, his voice filled with hope.

Jaime hesitated, glancing toward Maelor and then back to Damon. “Maybe one day,” he said softly. “When you’re big enough.”

Damon’s face lit up, and he ran back to his toys, the idea of flying with his mother clearly occupying his thoughts. Jaime watched him for a moment, his smirk fading into something softer.

“They’ll have their own battles to fight,” he said quietly, addressing no one in particular. “But they’ll be strong enough.”

As the servants murmured their agreement and returned to their tasks, Jaime’s gaze lingered on his half-brothers. For all his teasing, for all the chaos surrounding their family, he couldn’t help but feel a flicker of protectiveness for the two boys who bore the blood of a lion and the fire of a dragon. They would need it.

The biting wind of the Wall whipped through Castle Black’s courtyard, ruffling cloaks and sending loose snow swirling through the air. The gathered men of the Night’s Watch stood somber and uncertain as Jon Snow addressed them. His dark cloak billowed behind him, and his pale face was illuminated by the flickering torches. Beside him stood Edd Tollett, Tormund Giantsbane, Davos Seaworth, and you. Ghost stood by Jon’s side, his red eyes focused at something ahead. Melisandre lingered in the shadows, her crimson robes blending into the background as her unyielding gaze remained fixed on Jon.

Jon’s voice carried over the gathered crowd, strong and steady despite the storm of emotions behind it. “You all know what has happened,” he began, his gaze sweeping over the men who had once called him their Lord Commander. “I was killed by the very men I swore to lead. Betrayed by those I trusted.”

The men shifted uncomfortably, a murmur rippling through the crowd. Some looked ashamed, others defiant, but none dared speak.

“My watch is ended,” Jon continued, his tone firm. “I gave my life for the Night’s Watch, but now my duty lies elsewhere. The Wall still stands, and the Wildlings are safe here. But winter is coming, and so is something far worse than we’ve ever faced.”

He paused, his jaw tightening before he added, “I’m going home. I’m going to Winterfell.”

The words sent a wave of shock through the gathered men. Even Edd looked surprised, though he quickly masked it with a determined expression.

“You’re leaving?” one of the brothers asked hesitantly, his voice tinged with disbelief.

“I have to,” Jon replied, his voice unwavering. “My family needs me. Sansa… she’s in danger, and I won’t sit idly by while she suffers.”

Davos stepped forward, his gruff voice breaking the silence. “If you’re going to Winterfell, you won’t be going alone, lad. You’ll need help, and I’ll be right there with you.”

Tormund grinned, his teeth flashing in the torchlight. “Aye, me too. I owe you that much, crow. And besides, I like a good fight.”

Jon offered them both a faint smile, gratitude flickering in his eyes. “Thank you. I’ll need all the help I can get.”

Davos cleared his throat, breaking the silence. “Well then, we’d best get moving. Winterfell won’t take itself back.”

Tormund laughed, clapping Jon on the shoulder. “Let’s hope the Boltons don’t run too fast. I’d hate to miss the fun.”

Jon turned back to the gathered men of the Watch. “Edd, you’re in charge here now. Keep the Wall standing and keep everyone safe.”

Edd nodded solemnly. “I’ll do my best. Try not to get yourself killed again.”

Jon managed a faint smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. Nearby, Viserion loomed like a mythical specter, her massive form coiled as she rested, the occasional puff of smoke escaping her nostrils.

You stood beside Jon, the both of you slightly apart from the others. His dark cloak was wrapped tightly around him, and his eyes held a mix of resolve and sadness. Despite the strength he exuded, you could see the boy you had raised, the boy who had looked to you for comfort and guidance, now burdened with a man’s responsibilities.

Jon broke the silence first. “I wish you could come with me,” he said softly, his voice barely audible above the hum of the courtyard.

You smiled faintly, reaching out to adjust the edge of his cloak, just as you had done countless times when he was younger. “And I wish I could, Jon. But you know I can’t.”

He nodded, his expression tightening. “I know. Damon and Maelor need you. And Tywin would probably march an army north if you stayed too long.”

A small laugh escaped you, though it was tinged with melancholy. “He probably would. And you’re right, my boys need me. But so does the North—and Sansa. She’s been through so much, Jon. More than she ever should have.”

Jon’s jaw clenched, and he looked away briefly, his eyes flickering toward the distant gate. “I failed her,” he said quietly. “I wasn’t there when she needed me.”

You placed a hand on his arm, grounding him. “You didn’t fail her. None of us could have predicted what would happen. But now you’re here, and you’re going to bring her home.”

His gaze softened as he looked at you, the weight of your words settling in. “I’ll try. For her. For all of us.”

“And you’ll succeed,” you said firmly, your voice filled with the kind of certainty only a mother could muster. “Because you’re Jon Snow. You’ve always been stronger than you think.”

Jon let out a soft breath, the corners of his mouth twitching upward. “You’ve always said that.”

“Because it’s true,” you replied with a small smile. “And because you’ve always needed reminding.”

He shook his head slightly, a faint chuckle escaping him. “You sound like I’m still that boy in Winterfell, trying to keep up with Robb.”

“To me, you’ll always be that boy,” you teased lightly, though your voice carried a deep warmth. “Even if you are now a man leading men into battle.”

Jon rolled his eyes, his pale cheeks flushing slightly. “You don’t have to embarrass me in front of everyone.”

You laughed, patting his shoulder. “It’s my right as your mother, Jon.”

The affectionate term lingered between you, and for a moment, Jon’s usual stoicism faltered. His eyes shimmered with unspoken emotion, and he reached out to briefly clasp your hand. “Thank you,” he said, his voice rough. “For everything. I wouldn’t be here without you.”

Tears pricked at your eyes, but you blinked them away, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “And I wouldn’t be here without you. You’ve always been my strength, Jon. Remember that.”

A sharp growl from Ghost and the distant calls of Tormund interrupted the moment, reminding you both of the duties that awaited. You stepped back, composing yourself as you turned toward Viserion. The great dragon stirred, her head lifting as her golden eyes locked onto you. Smoke curled from her nostrils as she rose, her massive wings stretching out before folding neatly against her sides.

You approached her saddle, glancing back at Jon one last time. “Take care of yourself,” you said, your voice firm but gentle. “And take care of Sansa. She’s going to need you more than ever.”

“I will,” Jon promised, his gaze steady. “And you take care of yourself, too. And Damon. And Maelor.”

You smiled, your heart swelling with pride and sorrow all at once. “Always.”

With practiced ease, you mounted Viserion’s saddle, the leather creaking as you settled into place. The dragon shifted beneath you, her powerful body vibrating with energy as she prepared to take flight.

Jon stepped back, his dark cloak billowing around him. “Safe travels,” he called, his voice carrying over the wind.

You nodded, gripping the reins. “And safe battles.”

Viserion let out a deafening roar, her wings unfurling as she launched herself into the air. The force of her takeoff sent snow swirling through the courtyard, and the men below shielded their faces as the dragon ascended into the sky. You glanced down, catching a final glimpse of Jon standing tall, Ghost at his side, as he watched you go.

As Viserion soared toward the horizon, her massive wings slicing through the cold northern air, you couldn’t help but glance back at Castle Black one last time. Below, Jon and his companions were preparing to leave, their path leading them toward Winterfell and the unknown battles ahead.

Your heart ached, but you held your head high. You had raised him for this moment. And now, he would make you proud.

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Through Ash and Iron

Jinx x Reader x Caitlyn

Arcane had me in such a chokehold I couldn't pick- so just hear me out... through out all of it. LET. ME. COOK.

Summary: Through Ash and Iron plunges you into the heart of Piltover’s gritty streets, where you’ve always felt the weight of your family’s failures. Rejected from the Junior Enforcer Program, your anger burns brighter than ever—until one fateful punch changes everything. The eyes of Piltover’s elite may look down on you, but it’s the wild eyes of Jinx that truly see you. She’s chaos personified, and you’re drawn to the destruction she promises. But that’s not all. Caitlyn Kiramman, a poised enforcer with a soft spot for rebels like you, offers you a chance to rewrite your future—if you can control the rage you can’t seem to escape. Torn between the order Caitlyn represents and the dangerous freedom Jinx offers, you stand at the crossroads of two worlds. As your power grows, so does the tension between these two women. One promises a chance at belonging, while the other ignites a fire you didn’t know you had. But the choices you make will change everything—not just for you, but for both cities teetering on the edge of war. Who will you choose? And how much of yourself will you lose along the way?

Warnings: Violence duh, gay panic(lol), cursing, all that jazz (whatever you seen in Arcane is what you gon see here) This is also a slight AU.

Word Count: 4.8k

A/n: Reader is masc cause this was typically just for me to read but i decided to share it with you all so. Enjoy. It has she/her but just let your imagination soar cause i wrote this like two weeks ago and been invested since to go back and change it-

The Piltover sun was unrelenting, casting its harsh light across the cobblestone streets as you strode briskly, hands shoved deep into your pockets. Your family name weighed heavy, like chains wrapped around your shoulders. Born to a small family of tinkerers, You had spent your entire life feeling the gap between their modest contributions to Piltover's progress and the grand inventions that propelled others into fame. The Junior Enforcer Program had been your one shot at proving yourself, but rejection came swiftly, accompanied by sneering remarks about your family’s "lackluster pedigree."

Today was no different. The square was buzzing with the usual afternoon crowd when a familiar voice rang out, dripping with derision.

"Hey! Heard you got booted outta the program. Guess they only take people with real talent, huh?"

It was Garett, the golden boy of the Junior Enforcers. He and his cronies flanked him, their uniforms spotless, badges polished to a mirror sheen. You froze mid-step, your jaw tightening.

"Ignore them," You muttered to yourself, but your feet betrayed you, stopping as Garett took a few steps closer.

"What’s wrong? Family tinkering business not enough to get you a recommendation? Or maybe they saw through that temper of yours." His grin was razor-sharp. "Guess being a second-rate scrapper runs in the family."

The taunts weren’t new, but something about his tone—mocking, pitying—made your blood boil. The crowd had begun to gather, eyes darting between you and Garett like spectators at a boxing match.

"Watch your mouth," you growled, fists curling.

"Oh, what? Gonna cry about it? Or maybe punch your way into the program?" Garett took a deliberate step closer, his voice dripping with mock concern.

You snapped. The punch came faster than anyone could react, your knuckles connecting with his jaw in a sickening crack. Garett staggered back, his smirk replaced by wide-eyed shock.

"You don’t talk about my family," You hissed, your voice trembling with rage.

But You weren’t done. Your training—unrefined but raw with potential—kicked in. You swept his legs, sending him crashing to the ground, then landed a sharp blow to his ribs. The crowd gasped, the whispers turning to murmurs of disbelief.

When Garett’s friends tried to intervene, your stance shifted, your body low and coiled like a spring. One step closer, your glare seemed to say, ‘and you'll regret it’. They hesitated.

By the time the enforcers arrived to pull you off, Garett was barely conscious, clutching his side and groaning in pain. You, meanwhile, were hauled to your feet, breathing heavily, a black eye forming from a well-placed blow Garett had managed to land. The crowd was silent now, staring at you like you were some kind of wild animal.

Above the commotion, on a rooftop cloaked in shadow, a pair of bright, manic eyes gleamed. Jinx crouched, her lips curling into a delighted grin as she watched the scene unfold.

“That one,” she muttered, pointing at you.

Beside her, one of her goons—an imposing Zaunite named Clagg—shifted uneasily. "Her? She’s a Piltie. What d’you want with her?"

Jinx turned her gaze on him, her smile widening. "She doesn’t even know what she’s capable of," she said, her voice a sing-song melody laced with chaos. "That strength, that rage... It’s wasted here, wasted on them."

Clagg scratched the back of his neck, clearly unconvinced. "You sure she’s not just another uptight Piltie brat?"

Jinx snorted, hopping to her feet and pacing along the edge of the roof with feline grace. "Oh, Claggie. Don’t you get it? She’s perfect. She just doesn’t know it yet."

"Perfect for what?"

Jinx twirled her finger beside her temple, her grin widening into something almost predatory. "For making the Undercity known, silly. For showing Piltover we’re more than scraps and fumes. She’s strong, she’s angry, and she wants to make a name for herself."

"And you think she’ll just... switch sides?"

Jinx leaned closer to Clagg, her tone suddenly deadly serious. "They’re gonna throw her away, like they always do. All we gotta do is pick her up and show her who she can really be."

Clagg frowned, glancing back down at you, who was now being dragged off by two enforcers. The crowd had parted, murmuring about the ferocity you’d shown.

"You sure she won’t turn on us?" he asked.

Jinx tilted her head, her grin returning. "If she does, it’ll be fun. If she doesn’t... well, imagine the chaos we can cause with someone like her on our side."

She turned away, her voice drifting like a song on the wind. "Bring her to me. I want her."

Down below, as you were led away, you caught a glimpse of something on the rooftops—a flash of blue hair and a pair of wild, glinting eyes. Your heart skipped a beat, but you shook it off.

You didn’t know that your life was about to change forever.

The holding station wasn’t much—just a cobbled courtyard with heavy iron cells stacked against the walls, open to the unforgiving Piltover sun. You sat slumped against the bars, your arms draped over your knees, still nursing your bruised eye. The static buzz of the enforcer station echoed in the air, but you barely noticed. Your knuckles throbbed, but it was a good kind of pain—the kind that reminded you, you weren’t powerless.

"Well, well. Look who’s behind bars."

Your gaze snapped upward. Garett stood on the other side of the bars, his jaw tightly wrapped in bandages, one arm cradling his ribs. His smirk was weaker now, but his words carried the same venom. "Guess that temper finally landed you where you belong, huh?"

You leaned back, letting out a low chuckle. "Still standing, aren’t I? You’re the one who looks like they got hit by a train."

His smirk faltered. Your grin grew. "What do you want, Garett? A rematch?"

"You’re lucky I didn’t press for worse charges," he sneered, stepping closer to the bars. "Your kind doesn’t belong in Piltover. Should’ve left you to rot with the Zaun rats."

The word hit you like a slap, but you hid it behind a sly grin. "Bold words for someone on the wrong side of these bars," you said sweetly. "But hey, come a little closer. Say that again."

Garett narrowed his eyes, but pride—and maybe stupidity—drove him forward. You shifted subtly, the muscles in your arms tensing like coiled springs.

When Garett was close enough, you struck, grabbing his collar and yanking him hard into the bars. His head slammed against the iron with a sickening thud, and he yelped in pain.

"You little—"

Before he could finish, a sharp jolt of electricity coursed through your body. Gasping, you collapsed to your knees as the enforcers stepped in, tasers crackling. Garett stumbled back, holding his head, his curses drowned out by the ringing in your ears.

When the shock subsided, you dragged yourself upright, your vision blurry. You caught movement in your peripheral vision—a figure stepping out from the shade of a nearby fountain.

Caitlyn Kiramman.

Her uniform was immaculate, her posture poised, but her curious gaze lingered on you like she was trying to solve a puzzle. She approached slowly, stopping just outside the cell.

"You don’t hold back, do you?" Caitlyn said, her voice even but laced with faint amusement.

You shot her a glare. "What do you want? Here to lecture me about ‘proper conduct’ too?"

"Not exactly." Caitlyn crossed her arms, tilting her head. "You’re... different. Strong, capable, but reckless. That’s why you weren’t accepted into the program, isn’t it?"

Your fists tightened, but you didn’t respond.

Caitlyn continued, her voice softening. "You don’t have to waste your potential. I’ve seen people like you—people who think strength alone is enough. But without control, you’re a danger to yourself and everyone around you."

"And what? You think you can fix me?" You snapped, your voice edged with bitterness.

Caitlyn raised an eyebrow. "That depends. Do you want to be fixed?"

The question hung in the air, heavier than you expected. For the first time, you were at a loss for words. Caitlyn stepped closer, lowering her voice. "I can get you another chance. The program needs people with your skill. But you need to show me you can handle it."

Your jaw tightened, your pride clashing with the flicker of something you didn’t want to admit—hope.

"I don’t need your help," you muttered, though your voice lacked conviction.

Caitlyn studied her for a moment, then stepped back, a faint smile tugging at her lips. "Think about it. I’ll be around." She turned and walked away, taking a seat by the fountain, her gaze flicking back to you occasionally.

From the shadowed alley across the square, Clagg watched, his massive frame blending into the darkness. His brows furrowed as he observed Caitlyn’s interaction with you, the faint tension between them. When the conversation ended, he slipped away, heading back toward the Undercity.

Jinx was perched on a rickety table in her lair, tinkering with a new gadget, when Clagg arrived. He cleared his throat, and she looked up, her blue hair a wild, tangled halo around her face.

"Well?" she asked, her voice sing-song but sharp. "Is she ready to join the fun?"

Clagg hesitated. "Not exactly. They’re holding her until morning. But... there’s a complication."

Jinx’s eyes narrowed, her hands stilling. "What kind of complication?"

Clagg scratched his neck, looking uncomfortable. "The Piltie—Kiramman. She talked to them. Seemed like she was trying to... recruit her."

Jinx’s expression darkened, her grin disappearing. "Recruit her?"

"Yeah. Something about the Junior Program. She said she needed to ‘control her anger.’"

For a moment, Jinx was silent. Then she laughed, a sharp, grating sound. "Control her anger? Control it? That’s what makes her amazing!" She hopped off the table, pacing erratically. "That’s what makes her... Why would she want to be some boring, uptight enforcer when she could be so much more?"

Clagg shifted uncomfortably. "Maybe she doesn’t see it that way. Not yet, anyway."

Jinx stopped pacing, her eyes narrowing. "She will. Because I’m not letting her waste herself on those Piltover snobs." She spun on her heel, her grin returning, but it didn’t reach her eyes.

Clagg watched her carefully. "You jealous or somethin’, Jinx?" he asked, half-joking.

Jinx froze, then shot him a glare that could’ve melted steel. "Jealous? Please. I just don’t want her to turn into another boring Piltie pawn." She turned away, her voice quieter but filled with determination. "She belongs with us. She just doesn’t know it yet."

Clagg nodded slowly, stepping back as Jinx returned to her tinkering, her hands moving with restless energy. But the look in her eyes—sharp, calculating—told him she wasn’t done with you yet.

Not by a long shot.

The morning came with a harsh jangle of keys and the scrape of boots on stone. You stirred at the sound, every muscle in your body stiff and aching. The cold floor beneath you offered little comfort.

“Breakfast, rat,” an enforcer barked, tossing a dented metal bowl through the bars of your cell. It clattered to the ground, its contents sloshing dangerously close to the filthy floor.

You dragged yourself up, peering into the bowl. The so-called “meal” looked more like paste than food—a gray, lumpy porridge that smelled faintly sour. Your stomach churned, both from hunger and disgust. You hadn’t eaten in days, too consumed by work before your arrest to even think about food. Now, the gnawing hunger clawed at your insides, but even desperation had its limits.

The enforcer sneered. “What? Too good for Piltover’s finest cuisine?”

You glared at him, your lip curling, but before you could respond, another voice cut through the tension.

“That’s enough.”

Caitlyn Kiramman stepped into view, her commanding presence making the enforcer stiffen. She gave him a pointed look, her voice firm. “Dismissed.”

The enforcer muttered something under his breath but left without further protest. Caitlyn waited until he was gone before turning back to you.

“That doesn’t look particularly appetizing,” she remarked, her eyes flicking to the bowl.

You snorted, pushing the porridge aside with your boot. “You could say that.”

Without a word, Caitlyn stepped away, returning moments later with a small bundle. She crouched by the bars and slid it through—a cloth-wrapped package that smelled… amazing. Your stomach growled audibly as you unwrapped it to reveal fresh bread, cured meat, and cheese.

You didn’t bother with gratitude or manners, tearing into the food like it might disappear if you didn’t finish it quickly. Caitlyn watched you, her expression unreadable, though there was a faint flicker of something in her eyes. Amusement? Concern?

“You’ve been pushing yourself too hard,” she said after a moment, her tone softer now. “It’s not just hunger I see in you. You’re worn down—physically and… otherwise.”

You didn’t respond, focused on the food. It wasn’t until the last bite was gone that you leaned back against the bars, letting out a slow breath. Caitlyn still stood there, studying you.

Her gaze lingered on your arms, and you realized too late that your sleeves had slipped up, revealing the ink etched into your skin. The tattoos were simple, clean lines that twisted and turned across your arms, forming an intricate pattern that, to the untrained eye, might have looked random.

But Caitlyn’s sharp eyes picked up on the subtle symmetry. “Those tattoos…” she began, her voice laced with curiosity. “They’re a map, aren’t they?”

You tugged your sleeves down, your eyes narrowing. “It’s personal.”

For a moment, she looked like she might press further, but instead, she nodded, stepping back. “Fair enough,” she said simply, though her curiosity didn’t wane.

Above the holding station, hidden among the rooftops, Jinx crouched in the shadows of her hooded cloak, her bright blue hair tucked away. Her manic eyes tracked every movement, every word exchanged between you and Caitlyn.

“She’s just sitting there, acting all… proper,” Jinx muttered to herself, her voice dripping with disdain. “Thinking she can just swoop in with her fancy bread and—”

Her head snapped to the side, as if addressing someone who wasn’t there. “Oh, I know what she’s doing. Acting all high and mighty, trying to make her into a little Piltie puppet.”

Clagg shifted uncomfortably behind her, glancing between her and the interaction below. “You sure this is worth it, Jinx? If Kirraman’s sniffing around, it’s gonna be a lot harder to grab her.”

Jinx didn’t seem to hear him, her hands twitching as she began pacing along the rooftop. “Why does she even care? She doesn’t see it—doesn’t see what I see. The fire, the chaos, the… the art.” She giggled, then stopped abruptly, her expression twisting.

“But she will. Oh, she will. When I show her.”

Clagg hesitated, his voice low. “Maybe we should back off. Let her cool down first.”

Jinx spun around, grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him close, her manic grin returning. “Back off? Claggie, darling, that’s not how we do things. I said I want her, and I always get what I want.”

Her grip tightened, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Now, bring me Sevika. If Caitlyn wants to play games, we’ll give her something to think about.”

Clagg nodded quickly, retreating as Jinx released him. She turned back to the scene below, her grin fading into something darker.

“She doesn’t need fixing,” Jinx murmured to herself, her voice soft but tinged with something almost… vulnerable. “She’s perfect just the way she is.”

The afternoon light bled through the iron bars, a dim and indifferent reminder of time passing. You sat curled in the corner of your cell, your knees drawn to your chest, arms wrapped around them. The stone was cold against your skin, but the tension in your body made you oblivious to it. The hum of enforcers’ chatter in the distance felt like white noise, and you closed your eyes, trying to block it all out.

The metallic rattle of keys pulled you back to reality.

You glanced up sharply as Caitlyn appeared, a brown satchel slung over one shoulder. Her polished boots echoed against the stone as she approached, stopping just outside your cell.

“Still sulking, I see,” she said, her tone light but with an edge of observation that made your jaw clench.

You shrugged, lowering your gaze. “What do you want, Kiramman? Here to throw me another pity sandwich?”

She ignored the jab and reached into her bag, pulling out a folded bundle of clothes. “Actually, I thought you might want something clean to wear. You’ve been in those for days.”

The gesture caught you off guard. Your eyes flicked between her and the clothes, suspicion prickling in your chest. “What’s your angle?”

Caitlyn smirked, leaning casually against the bars. “You’re really determined to make this difficult, aren’t you?”

You scoffed, your sarcasm kicking in as a defense. “Wow, you figured me out. Guess those fancy detective skills weren’t wasted after all.”

She didn’t rise to the bait, her calm demeanor frustratingly unshakable. “I pulled a few strings,” she said simply. “Instead of transferring you to the main detention center, I convinced them to let you out under my supervision.”

Your head snapped up, and for a moment, you couldn’t find the words. The shock must’ve shown on your face because Caitlyn’s expression softened, almost imperceptibly.

“You… what?” you managed, your voice quieter than you intended.

“Don’t look so surprised,” she replied. “I figured you deserved a second chance. It’s not every day I meet someone who can take down an enforcer and still have enough fight left to make sarcastic remarks from a jail cell.”

Her comment wasn’t just a tease; it was understanding. You felt an unfamiliar heat rise to your face, and for the first time in what felt like forever, you felt… seen.

You blinked, looking down at the floor before mumbling, “Thanks.”

Caitlyn raised an eyebrow. “Did I just hear you say something nice?”

You rolled your eyes, but a small smile tugged at the corner of your lips. It was fleeting, but Caitlyn caught it, and something flickered in her expression. It wasn’t obvious—just the faintest spark of warmth—but it disappeared before you could question it.

“Don’t make me regret this,” she said lightly, sliding the bundle of clothes through the bars. “Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up. You can shower at my quarters.”

You hesitated, but the thought of a hot shower and clean clothes was too tempting to resist. Rising to your feet, you grabbed the clothes, your curiosity about Caitlyn growing with each interaction.

The walk to her place was surprisingly quiet at first, the buzz of Piltover’s streets filling the silence. Caitlyn walked beside you, her steps measured and her presence steady. Eventually, she broke the silence.

“So,” she began, glancing at you. “Recklessness seems to be a theme with you. Always been like that?”

You shrugged, adjusting the bundle of clothes under your arm. “Guess you could say that. I’ve always been… protective. Didn’t like seeing people get pushed around, so I did something about it. Got me into trouble more times than I can count.”

Caitlyn nodded, her expression thoughtful. “You don’t strike me as the ‘follower’ type.”

A dry laugh escaped you. “Not really my style. I don’t do well with rules. Never have.”

Her curiosity deepened. “Where did you grow up? Before Piltover, I mean.”

You hesitated, the question stirring something uncomfortable in your chest. “I don’t really remember,” you admitted. “Had an accident when I was a kid—eight or nine, maybe. Lost a lot of memories. My parents said we had to move here, and… well, that’s about it.”

Caitlyn’s brow furrowed, but she didn’t press further. “That must’ve been hard.”

“Yeah,” you said simply, your gaze fixed ahead.

The conversation quieted, but the air between you felt less tense now, a tentative connection forming.

The sun dipped low, casting Piltover in hues of amber and gold as the streets grew busier. The walk to Caitlyn’s quarters was quiet for the most part, the city’s hum filling the space between you. You clutched the fresh clothes she’d given you, your mind racing with questions about why she’d gone out of her way for you. The warmth of gratitude mingled awkwardly with the stubborn edge of your independence, and you kept your thoughts to yourself.

Caitlyn finally broke the silence, her voice steady but probing. “So, do you plan to keep punching enforcers, or was that a one-time thing?”

You smirked despite yourself. “Depends on how annoying they are.”

Her laughter, soft but genuine, caught you off guard. You glanced at her, unsure if she was mocking you, but her expression was amused rather than judgmental.

The conversation lulled again, and you turned your attention back to the crowd ahead. That’s when you felt it—a strange pull, like a string tightening in your chest.

Your eyes scanned the bustling square, and there she was.

A figure cloaked in shadows, her hood low but not enough to hide the faint glow of blue strands peeking out. Her posture was loose, almost lazy, but her eyes… her eyes burned with a wild, electric intensity. They locked onto you, and for a moment, everything else faded.

Your heart twisted in a way you couldn’t explain. Something about her felt dangerous, chaotic, and yet… you couldn’t look away. You were trapped, rooted to the spot by the sheer force of her gaze.

“Are you alright?”

Caitlyn’s voice broke the spell. You blinked, tearing your eyes away to look at her. She’d stopped walking and was now watching you with a raised brow.

“What?” you asked, your voice slightly hoarse.

“I asked if you were planning to clean up your act,” Caitlyn said, tilting her head. “Or should I prepare for another arrest in the near future?”

You huffed a laugh, trying to shake the lingering unease from your chest. “Not really my style to plan ahead.”

Caitlyn rolled her eyes, but her lips quirked into a small smile. “Somehow, I’m not surprised.”

As the conversation ended, you instinctively glanced back toward the spot where the hooded figure had been. But she was gone.

The space she’d occupied now seemed impossibly empty, as if she’d been a mirage. The strange tightness in your chest lingered, though, a reminder that what you’d seen was very real.

Caitlyn resumed walking, unaware of the moment you’d just experienced. You followed her, your thoughts muddled. Whoever she was, that look… it wasn’t something you’d soon forget.

Caitlyn’s quarters were surprisingly modest for someone with her family name. The space was neat, furnished with clean lines and muted tones, though it lacked the lived-in warmth of a true home. You stepped inside cautiously, taking in the surroundings as Caitlyn moved toward a small desk, gathering some scattered papers.

“You don’t get a lot of company, do you?” you teased, running your fingers along the edge of a shelf lined with books and trinkets.

She glanced over her shoulder with an arched brow. “What makes you say that?”

You smirked, gesturing vaguely to the room. “It’s… a little too perfect. Like you’ve been trying to convince yourself you’re comfortable living alone.”

Caitlyn’s lips twitched into a faint smile as she continued tidying up. “Some of us prefer a bit of order in our lives. Not everyone thrives in chaos.”

You chuckled softly, continuing to wander. “Order’s overrated.”

Eventually, she stopped and turned to you. “Shower’s this way,” she said, leading you down a short hallway. She opened a door, revealing a clean bathroom stocked with neatly arranged towels and toiletries.

She gestured toward the counter. “Towels are here, soap’s in the shower. Let me know if you need anything else.”

You stood awkwardly for a moment, unsure how to phrase what you wanted to say. “Hey, uh…” You rubbed the back of your neck. “Thanks. For everything. You didn’t have to go out of your way for me.”

Caitlyn leaned casually against the doorframe, crossing her arms. “I’m starting to think gratitude doesn’t come naturally to you.”

You huffed a small laugh. “Yeah, well… I mean it. But about this whole program thing…” You hesitated, searching for the right words. “I don’t think it’s for me. I don’t… fit into neat little boxes. I never have. And I don’t want to disappoint you. Or your name. You’ve got a reputation to uphold, and I’d just ruin it.”

Caitlyn’s expression softened, and for a moment, you saw the same person who had defended you earlier. “You’re selling yourself short,” she said. “You don’t have to be perfect to make a difference. Everything you’ve done… maybe it wasn’t by the book, but that doesn’t make it wrong.”

Her words caught you off guard, a flicker of doubt stirring in your chest. You shrugged, trying to play it off. “I’ll think about it.”

As she spoke, you reached for the hem of your shirt and pulled it off without thinking. Caitlyn froze mid-sentence.

Her eyes widened, fixating on the tattoos that adorned your skin—a network of minimalist lines and shapes that seemed to map your body. You glanced over your shoulder, catching her staring.

“See something you like, Kiramman?” you teased, a sly grin tugging at your lips.

She stammered, her usual poise momentarily shattered. “I-I wasn’t— I just—”

You chuckled softly, shaking your head as you stepped into the bathroom. “Relax, Commander. I’ll be out in a bit.”

The shower was a welcome relief, washing away days of grime and tension. You lingered longer than you probably should have, letting the heat soothe your aching muscles. When you finally emerged, dressed in the fresh clothes Caitlyn had given you, the scent of something… burning hit your nose.

You walked into the kitchen to find Caitlyn in a state of controlled chaos. She was at the stove, fumbling with a pan that was clearly getting the better of her. Smoke curled lazily toward the ceiling as she muttered under her breath, poking at something that might have once been food.

“Need a hand?” you asked, leaning casually against the doorway.

She jumped slightly, spinning to face you. “I was trying to make something for you. But it’s… not going as planned.”

You smirked, stepping forward to take the pan from her. “Let me handle this before you burn the place down.”

With practiced ease, you salvaged what you could and whipped up a simple but hearty meal. Caitlyn watched from the side, her arms crossed but her expression amused.

“Didn’t expect you to be good at cooking,” she remarked as you set two plates on the small dining table.

“People like me have to learn how to take care of ourselves,” you replied, sitting down across from her.

The meal was quiet at first, but Caitlyn eventually broke the silence. “You’ve been in a lot of fights, haven’t you?”

“More than I can count,” you admitted.

“Do you ever think about how you could’ve avoided them?” she asked, her tone curious rather than judgmental.

You shook your head, leaning back in your chair. “That’s just who I am. I see someone getting pushed around, I step in. It doesn’t matter if it’s smart or not.”

Caitlyn studied you for a moment, her eyes thoughtful. Then you decided to turn the tables.

“What about you?” you asked, smirking. “What’s your love life like? Got a boyfriend waiting somewhere?”

She stammered, clearly caught off guard. “I—no, I don’t—”

You raised an eyebrow. “No boyfriend, huh? Girlfriend, then?”

Her face turned slightly pink, and she fumbled for a response. Before she could come up with one, you grinned. “Relax, I’m just messing with you.”

The tension broke, and both of you ended up laughing harder than you had in a long time.

Later, as you stood at the door ready to leave, there was a strange tension in the air. Caitlyn handed you your belongings, her expression unreadable.

“Thanks for… everything,” you said, your voice quieter than usual.

She nodded, watching you closely. “Take care of yourself, alright?”

You stepped out into the cool night air, the streets of Piltover feeling oddly oppressive now that you were alone. Something gnawed at the edge of your awareness, a sense of being watched.

A voice called your name from the shadows, low and gravelly. You spun around, your posture instinctively defensive.

A tall woman emerged from the darkness, her metallic arm glinting faintly under the streetlights. “You’ve caught someone’s eye,” she said, her voice laced with menace.

Your heart raced as you tried to place her, but before you could respond, another voice echoed through the alley—high-pitched, teasing, and almost sing-song.

“Aw, Sevika, don’t scare her too much.”

Your head snapped to the source of the voice, but all you saw was the faint outline of a figure perched above, her laughter bouncing off the walls.

“Who are you?” you demanded, your voice sharp.

Sevika didn’t answer. She lunged forward, her cybernetic arm moving faster than you anticipated. You tried to dodge, but the impact was overwhelming, the world spinning into darkness as you hit the ground.

The last thing you heard before everything faded was the faint sound of laughter echoing in your ears.

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well… i personally like the next part (like i said i wrote this a little while ago like 2 weeks ago- it’s everywhere and 80k words-)

Apologies if there is any mistakes😔

#jinx x reader #jinx arcane #wlw #jinx x ekko #sevika #arcane #netflix #arcane netflix #caitlyn kiramman #caitlyn arcane #caitlyn x reader #lgbtq #fanfiction #book #love

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takusan-no-ai · 2 months ago

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A New Ladder to Climb with You

PAIRING: Miyabi x Male Reader (Romantic) (Fluff)

SUMMARY: (Y/N) and Miyabi’s scheduled meetup gets interrupted by her adoring fans.

His head swung back and forth as he made his merry way down the road. Finally stopping to look at his phone, the young man checked his knock knock message. That very same young man quickly duck down behind an alleyway trashcan after seeing trouble from his peripheral.

Who was the young man? (Y/N). And why was he hiding? Because he just wants to not be tailed everywhere he goes! Ever since the abduction incident, (Y/N)’s father has had him on a tight leash. And everywhere he goes a black limo follows.

After being sure of his pursuers leaving, (Y/N) dusted himself off, continuing down the road with a kick in his step and an off beat whistle. Finally he made it to sixth street’s coffee shop. There he sat down, still looking at his knock knock text.

(Y/N) huffed. “I finally have time to entertain big ears and she’s not even reading. At this rate we’ll be too busy to ever see each other again!” He sighed dramatically. A shadow towered over him and greeted him with a wide eyed grin.

“You rang?” Miyabi asked. (Y/N) started laughing.

“You really had me worried there for a second. I tooootaly thought you were gonna ghost me!” He stood to pull out a seat for Miyabi, which she kindly accepted.

“Enough talk. Let’s fight.” She demanded. (Y/N) looked at her amusedly. He jokingly held his hands up in surrender.

“No, no, no, Miss Hoshimi! We’re supposed to be having a friendly get together. Let’s take our time!” He smiled at her “innocently”. Miyabi frowned in response. She’d been intentionally avoiding him ever since their last meeting and wanted to speed this one up.

For reasons she couldn’t and didn’t want to explain, (Y/N) was stuck in her mind like an annoying song. Eating? She wonders what he’s eating. Training? She wonders if he’s training. Sleeping? She wonders if he’s dreaming of her. It kept her distracted day and night and it was starting to affect her work performance.

…

Hours before meeting up with (Y/N), Miyabi had been pulled aside by Yanagi. “We need to talk.” She said. Miyabi looked down in shame.

“I know I skipped last weeks meeting, but it was for training—”

“Calm down, Miyabi. That’s not what I wanted to discuss; what I’ve been meaning to ask is: are you okay?” Yanagi placed the back of her hand on Miyabi’s forehead, checking her temperature. The thiren looked at her in disbelief.

“Actually…I’ve been feeling off lately. Like…something is missing but I also don’t want to find it.” Yanagi stared at Miyabi. She tapped her glasses, deep in thought. Miyabi watched her friend in anticipation for her advice.

“Well…I’m not quite sure what it is you’re avoiding, but,” she smiled at Miyabi, “Running away has never been your forte; it doesn’t fit Section 6. If something is bothering you, then you face the battle head on. That’s the Miyabi Hoshimi I know.”

…

Back to the present situation, it had only been thirty minutes and Miyabi was already at her limit. It was a challenge to keep her eyes where it was most appropriate. And with how fast (Y/N) was yapping she had to restrain herself from asking “What?”

“Huh? You didn’t catch that? Aww, gotta keep up shortcake!” He teased. Miyabi blushed at her apparent slip up. She’d never been like this before. She was always in control, but now everything felt so vulnerable. Like she could let her guard down around him without worry. Without having to be ready to sacrifice anything.

Miyabi felt a pang in her heart and rose up immediately from her chair. (Y/N) stopped talking, frozen in shock at her sudden jerking movement. “We should end this now. I have places to be.”

“Eh?! But I still haven’t made you smile! Can we meet up again some other time?” He looked at her with the most pitiful expression. Eyes wide and a drooping smile. Miyabi took a deep breath.

“…sure.”

(Y/N) immediately beamed like a ray of sunshine, hopping out his seat with phone in hand. Miyabi couldn’t believe she didn’t see it coming. He held her shoulder and took a picture with her; him smiling, her in shock and slightly blurry from the whiplash.

Right as the camera flashed a stream of gasps filled the street. (Y/N) and Miyabi looked quizzically behind them, only to be greeted by a swarm of townsfolk. All of them wearing Miyabi Hoshimi merchandise.

“OH MY GOD! MISS MIYABI, STEP ON ME!”

“Please look here, Miss Hoshimi! I’ll give you my bank account!”

“Who is that guy next to her though?”

“Yeah he’s not from Section 6.”

“Think I’ve seen him before…,” the fans kept spewing sentences left and right. Miyabi breathed a sigh of relief, finding her way of escape from these confusing feelings.

Just as she was ready to flee, a black limousine pulled up right in front of the coffee shop. Two men dressed in black exited the vehicle and grabbed (Y/N) by his arms, leaving him no way to escape.

“Master (Y/N)! You mustn’t run off on your own. Your father is waiting for you at EC Pharmacy.”

The young master looked at the two men with a face screaming for help. “Wait! Wait! I still have unfinished business here! Wait! Wait—” and quickly he was forcible stuffed into the limo, left to bang and scream on the window for rescue. As it drove off Miyabi’s fans watched in shock.

“Is Miyabi dating the (Y/N) from EC Pharmacy?!”

- Fin

#male reader #zenless zone zero x reader #miyabi hoshimi x reader #miyabi hoshimi #oneshot

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pandagyaru · 6 months ago

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What we use to be..

Pairing: Jasper x Implied Nonbinary/Male reader (Not really specified but like its a major plot point here that the reader isn't a woman)

Rating: None

Type: Angst to fluff

"Get away from me. I never wanna see you again" The words. His tone. The hatred in his eyes. It still haunts you to your core, even tho it was centuries ago. You'll never forget the way he made you feel that night. You pleaded with him, asked him to give you a reason to his sudden coldness; but he didn't answer. All he did was slam the door in your face and cast you aside, like some poor rabbit you drained the blood of. Now centuries later, you move to a new area. Pretending to be a high school student. You just needed to leave your last home, throwing away everything that you kept to remember him by; all but one thing. A locket he gifted you with a picture of him in it. The picture is old and faded now, yellowed and on the verge of withering away but you keep it dearly, can't bring yourself to part with it. It clings to your neck like a lifeline, you sometimes fidget with it out of habit.

You sit in your classroom alone, the bell hasn't even rang yet but you stare out the window; watching as rain drops race each other to the window sill. Students start pouring into the class, taking their seats. You look over to see a girl with long brown hair sits next to you. She smiles at you and waves awkwardly.

"I'm bella" She says, laying her notebooks down on the desk. You smile at her and raise your hand to her. She takes it.

"Im (Y/N), I just moved here" You state. She chuckles a little and gives you a jokingly weird look.

"out of all places to move, you pick forks? this place is like the last place I'd wanna move" She says, tucking her hair behind her ear. You look away from her and sigh.

"I needed a fresh start, and I quite like the doom and gloom of this place" You half joke, turning to her and smiling wide. You don't know what it is about this girl, but you like her. The bell rings just as the teacher steps in the room, ending yours and Bella's playful chatter.

By the time Lunch rolls around, you're hanging by Bella and her friends. They seem to take a liking to you immediately. You like them also, they bring a nice aura around that you need. That is until, you feel eyes on you. You look around to see gold eyes staring at you. Bella looks over with you.

"Don't mind him, that's my boyfriend Edward" She explains, slowly waving at him. He waves back. but you're not really paying attention him. If you had a heart, it would've stopped again. There sitting next to Edward, was Jasper. He has a pretty brunette attached to his arm, he looks happy. You feel a pang in your chest at the thought, he's over there happy and you can't get over him. You grab a hold of the locket on your chest, rubbing the metal on it to calm yourself. You look away from him, missing the way that Edward gets his attention.

"Do you know them?" Edward asks him, pointing to you. Jasper looks over and thinks. You lift your head a bit to look at Jessica as she compliments your locket. Jasper's eyes snap to it, it looks so familiar to him; yet he can't place it. Then he sees it, the big J carved into it messily. His mouth falls open slightly and he stands up. His chair scrapes the floor slightly and it catches the attention of your whole table. You and Jasper make eye contact, he has no doubt that it's you. You still look the same as the day he lost you, to his own thoughts and insecurities. He walks over to you and grabs your arm, lifting you up and dragging you to an empty room. You try to break free, yelling at him to let go. He pins you to a desk and just stares at you. You push at his chest, God you're lucky you can't cry or you'd be sobbing right now. He grabs your chin and makes you look at him.

"What are you doing here?" He whispers to you. You blink at him and don't answer. He looks so pretty in this light, even when he's practically holding you hostage. He shakes you slightly "ANSWER ME" You flinch and look him in the eyes.

"Why'd you leave me?" You mutter. He breaks eye contact with you and lets go of your wrists. He paces the space in front of you.

"it was 1861, people weren't exactly open to what we were back then" He mutters, but you catch it. Of course you do.

"We could've worked it out! Clearly were both here now! We could've lasted Jasper!" You yell at him. He looks over at you, slamming you into the desk again.

"Did you suspect we'd both be here now? 142 years later?!" He shouts in your face. You look down.

"No, I never thought i'd see you again. I thought you'd only live on as a memory or a photo I kept" You whisper. He looks down at the locket, he grips it and opens it. There it is, a picture of a 17 year old him. He stares at it and then looks at you. He grabs your face, kissing you. You freeze and stare at him. Slowly your eyes close and wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer. That is until you remember the girl that was attached to him, you push him away; wiping your mouth.

"What about the girl that was hanging onto your arm?!" You say, staring him down. He looks at you, thinking and then he starts laughing at you.

"That girl is one of my sisters, I swear nothing like that is going on. I haven't been able to stop thinking of you. ever since that day I lost you, due to my own selfishness" He says, grabbing you and just embracing you. You lean into him and hug him back.

"We'll be okay?" You ask. He looks at you.

"We'll be okay"

So uhm, how was that? I've got bad Twilight brain rn and I think its cause its fall. Yes, they are implied to be a fated pair, even before they were turned. also I'm sorry if its bad, I haven't written in forever.

LOVE YA

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is-the-thing-actually-jewish · 1 year ago

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are Hanukkah sweaters a Jewish thing? i've seen them before but 90% of the time, they're people trying to make christmas displays more "inclusive." so are they legit Jewish or no?

Rating: Capitalism.

Hanukkah sweaters are a prime example of what I previously characterized as "capitalism's tendency to tepidly repackage any Christmas symbols in literally or metaphorically blue-and-silver wrapping paper to appeal to a Jewish market." As the "ugly sweater" phenomenon has grown more popular, retailers saw an excellent opportunity to widen their market by having "Hanukkah" versions.

That said, there's a wide range of Hanukkah sweaters out there, some of which are more problematic than others. Ones that are literally just recolored Christmas designs with a couple Jewish-y things tacked on, like this "Shalom Gnome" design or this "Oy to the World" design are more problematic than enthusiastically tacky designed-from-the-beginning-to-be-Jewish ones. The former says "Hanukkah! It's Christmas for Jews! Jews! They're just Christians without Santa or Jesus!" while the latter says, "Oh, you're going to walk around with an eyesore sweater full of tinsel and actual little jingle bells as though anyone could possibly forget that it's Christmas season in this country? I see you, I see you, and I'm just going to casually wear this sweater with a menorah and candles that actually light up because Judaism rocks, that's why."

Then there's a whole genre of Hanukkah sweaters with, let's say, more adult content, and people's mileage may greatly vary on how they feel about them. Personally, I find the ones riffing off more secular aspects of the holiday to be largely harmless, such as this "You Spin Me Right Round, Baby" design with dreidels. On the other hand, while some may find it amusingly subversive, I find ones making fun of the religious part of the holiday (i.e., the actual hanukkiah/menorah) to be in poor taste at best. There are a plethora of "let's get lit" Hanukkah sweaters like this one that genuinely annoy me. (For one thing, Hanukkah isn't even a drinking holiday! If you want a drinking holiday, we actually have those but Hanukkah isn't it!) Ones like this that make it into a creepy pick-up line actively disgust me. And this "gelt digger" one is genuinely antisemetic, given the stereotypes about Jews and money.

I would be remiss not to mention what I personally think is the best of the Hanukkah sweater subgenres: animal puns. My fiance owns this Meowzel Tov sweater with a truly garish design. What does "mazel tov" have to do with Hanukkah, you may ask? Absolutely nothing, but hey, cats! Can't be upset about Jewish cats! Similarly, llamas? Not Jewish at all! But Happy Llamakka? Okay, cute pun, cute graphic, I'm reluctantly charmed. Your Menorasaurus would not be kosher for actual use as the candles are all different heights, but you know what, that actually makes me smile.

So, basically: If you get joy out of being loudly Jewish during a season where everything is yelling about Christianity all the time, go ahead and wear your ridiculous ugly sweater to the company party. Just take a close look at the design to make sure it's not actually full of Christmas trees, not pretending something extremely Christmas is Jewish because it's a pun now, doesn't use Charedi men as a cartoon stand-in for anyone Jewish, and doesn't makes being Jewish primarily about not being Christian.

In sum: RIP my browser history, I'm going to be getting such terrible ads for the next several weeks. Click the links at your own risk.

~Mod Leora

#rating: capitalism #hanukkah #hanukkah sweaters #christian hegemony #jumblr #animal puns

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blackseafoam · 10 months ago

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Marked Part 1

PART 2

A Bad Batch x Red Dead Redemption crossover AU (with illustrations :)

This is my first time writing fanfiction!

“Omega” felt like too sci-fi of a name for this universe so I changed it to “Meggy”. Everyone else is the same.

If you haven’t played RDR2 don’t worry, I’m not counting on every reader having done so. All you need to know is it’s about a gang of outlaws in 1899 running from trouble, chaos everywhere. The world is set in a kind of “fantasy” United States, where the places and cultures are heavily based on real life, but have different names for the most part. There are also some sci-fi elements to the world that I may or may not implement :) This takes place around the first chapter of RDR2 when the Van Der Linde gang is camped out at Horseshoe Overlook.

Word count: 2045

Rating T

The foothills above Valentine were peaceful, densely forested, and rarely traversed. Above the treetops the snowy peak of Mount Hagen shone like a beacon. Below the hillside the earth plunged into the deep and narrow Dakota River canyon. It was a perfect place to lie low for a while. Plan the next move.

Meggy sat on the back of her brothers’ wagon, the horses had been unhitched and were grazing on the small clearing where they had set up camp. The contentedness of the beasts calmed her. The two massive horses simply snacking away and existing, nothing else on their mind. She wished she could escape worry so easily as the breeze blew her short blonde hair and ruffled her skirt.

Swimming in her own thoughts, she didn’t hear her brother's voice calling to her until he was beside her. “There you are!” Hunter sighed with relief as he approached. “Are you… alright?” His tone dropped quieter.

“Yeah, just thinking I guess.” Meggy swung her boots ponderously. She held something in her hands, resting on her lap.

“What’s this?” Hunter came closer, looking at her hands.

Meggy froze. Frozen like she had rehearsed time and time again at the school. Bracing herself physically and mentally to be in trouble, again. She looked down with shame.

Hunter parted her hands, revealing a tiny rabbit kit, its unweaned eyes still closed. “Where’d you find this?”

Meggy looked up and was confused to see her brother smiling. This was wrong. She should be in trouble for touching dirty animals.

“Under the wagon.” She muttered, still not convinced she wasn’t about to be reprimanded, especially now that she had just confessed to a second crime: crawling around under a vehicle.

“We should find its nest, it needs its mother.” Hunter took a step back. Meggy stared at him, her mind was still not catching up to the fact of what was going on. “Pick him up, let’s go look.” Hunter helped her off the wagon so she could safely cup the tiny creature in both of her equally tiny hands.

“Look for a hole capped with fur, there might be tracks of bare earth in front of it, and cropped grass.” Hunters eyes scanned the forest floor for rabbitsign, Meggy watched him and then mimicked his movements.

Hunter noticed that Meggy was uncharacteristically quiet as they searched. Did I do something wrong? Having a kid around had been an ongoing adjustment. In the short time she had been with them Meggy had shown a wide range of emotions, profoundly sensitive and resilient at the same time.. But this was the first time he had seen her freeze up like this.

The kit began to squeak incessantly. Hunter saw a flit of movement near a Boulder. Meggy followed his gaze. A rabbit doe near her burrow.

As they neared she scurried back underground, Meggy deposited the kit near the hole and they watched it crawl inside.

“Nice work, kid!” He held his hand out for a high five, Meggy flinched, almost imperceptibly, but Hunter noticed.

In a moment the worry melted off her face and she grinned, slapping his hand with her new energy. “That was fun! Do you think I can learn to track like you someday?”

“I think you just had your first lesson.”

The next few days were a much needed break from action, for the most part. The gang lived on small game, wild edibles, and what was left of their canned goods. Wrecker showed Meggy how to pick the best firewood. Echo lent her a couple of his books, glad to have a third person around who knew how to read. Crosshair kept his distance, but patiently entertained some of her questions as he cleaned his rifle. Then sent her away after warning her to stay away from their munitions crate.

Tech finally caved to Meggy’s insistence on riding one of their draft horses. He picked Marauder, the slightly less excitable of the two. The chestnut gelding was certainly not a kid’s horse, but as a retired warhorse, he was desensitized at least. Meggy was surprised at how much thinking went into riding, or maybe that was just because Tech was her teacher. He had a lot to say about riding technique. As he lunged Maurauder with Meggy astride, barely able to straddle the barrel chested beast, he rattled on about gaits, position, neck-reining, posting, side-passing, halting, and so on.

Meggy woke on the fourth morning. A wave of bliss washed over her as she sat up in her bedroll. The last few days had truly been the best ever, living off the land with her brothers who she didn’t even know she had until a couple weeks ago. They chose to risk everything to save her.

She was still coming to terms with what they had sacrificed for her. Couldn’t help but feel a twitch of guilt every time she could sense them censoring their usual crass demeanor in front of her (even though Wrecker had already willingly taught her a few of his favorite curse words). She didn’t want them to change for her, but also didn’t want to be anywhere else in the whole world. Crosshair seemed especially snide about her presence, always keeping his distance and almost never speaking to her.

She scanned the camp, the fire was still smoldering, the bedrolls still lined around it like a flower. Two of which were empty, one was neatly made, the other looking like a wild animal had escaped from it.

She got dressed and walked around the wagon, surprised to see Hunter and Echo tacking up the horses.

“You’re leaving?”

Hunter looked up first “You’re up early!” He adjusted Havoc’s bridle. “Just getting some supplies in town, we’ll be right back.”

“Can I come? Please?!”

Echo glanced up at her,, and then looked to Hunter “I don’t think it’s a good idea.” He said before going back to picking Marauder’s hoof, holding it on his thigh between his torso and what was left of his right arm.

There was a long silence. Echo could practically smell Hunter’s guilty look, even with the ass end of a horse between them.

“Of course you can come.”Hunter gave in. Echo rolled his eyes.

Meggy tried to contain her excited squeal.

“Hunter, there are people looking for her, we can't bring her to town.” Echo spat as he stood up.

“Don’t worry, I have an idea.” Hunter smirked.

The world was so much bigger than she ever could have imagined. The trees flew by as the trio cantered down the wagon trail toward Valentine. Meggy rode with Hunter on Havoc, his black mane nearly whipping her in the face. The speed was terrifying at first, but Meggy’s fear was quickly replaced by excitement as they got closer to town.

Her skirt had been replaced by a pair of extra trousers lying around, they didn’t have a belt small enough so a length of rope held them up. Finding a hat that didn’t look ridiculous on her was more challenging but a wool cap ended up being the best fit.

Now hopefully anyone looking for a “girl kidnapped from the Saint Denis Orphanage” wouldn’t think twice if they saw a boy.

Echo still didn’t think it would work.

The streets were still a sloppy, muddy mess from rain several days ago. Echo frowned as he dismounted and his boots sunk into the filth. They hitched the horses and went about their business, Echo to the gunsmith and Hunter and Meggy to the general store.

The streets were fairly quiet, an early start to the day meant less eyes around.

Meggy marveled at the abundance of items in the general store as Hunter bartered with the shop owner. She had so many questions, so many items she couldn’t identify, but tried to keep quiet so her boyish illusion would remain uncompromised. Once Hunter had packed the new supplies into his saddlebag they exited the store.

”G’morning, mister. Got a light?” A tall burly man leaned against the wall just outside the store. Meggy startled a bit, Hunter did not, he heard the lumbering figure approach while they were still inside.

“Sure.” Hunter fumbled in his pocket for his lighter and handed it to the man. The flame illuminated his face, his eyes rimmed with the cracked tan skin of someone who spent a lot of time outdoors. His battered brown hat and dirty blue jacket bore similar weathering. He took a long drag and handed the lighter back. “Thank you mister.” He blew out the smoke “and little miss.”

Hunter nodded and began to walk away, then realized what the man had just said… “little miss”. It could be nothing… just a slip of the tongue… there’s no way someone this far out could know who she was. He quickened his pace as they rounded away toward the gunsmith.

The man took one more drag from his cigarette before putting it out on the ashtray on the windowsill, as he did so he scanned across the street toward another figure sitting in front of the saloon. A shorter, thinner man with black greasy hair and a black hat, two long scars clawed from under his eye to the corners of his jaw. The blue-jacketed man gave a nod just big enough to be seen from the distance between them.

Inside the gunsmith, Hunter spoke in a low voice from behind Echo “we should go.”

“I’m not finished yet.” Echo was inspecting the quality of the bullets he was about to purchase.

“Just get them and let's go.” Hunter murmured.

Echo gave an annoyed look, but reluctantly agreed and they paid the gunsmith.

As they exited the store Hunter’s paranoia climbed several levels when he saw the stranger was gone, his presence replaced by his still smoldering cigarette.

The trio hurried to the horses, mounted up, and headed back up the hill into the forest.

“What the hell was that about?” Echo scolded once they were farther away from town.

“I just got a bad feeling.” Hunter checked over his shoulder for the fifth time in a minute, instinctually resting his hand on his thigh holster.

“But we just got here!” Wrecker complained loudly, the only way he knew how to complain. The gang deliberated around their late morning campfire.

“I agree, moving camp would be unwise.” Tech fiddled with some type of hardware from the wagon on his lap. “Moving around would only draw more attention from more people.”

Crosshair remained silent, dragging on his first cig of the day. “If you really think they were after Meggy, don’t you think that guy would’ve just taken us then and there while we were in town? Instead of now when we’re back with our full party?”Echo wondered.

“If he’s such a good bounty hunter that he found us all the way across three states, surely he could take on one guy, a gimp, and a child.” Crosshair smirked.

Echo ignored his antagonistic younger brother.

Hunter sighed.

“I’m sorry. This is all my fault, isn’t it?” Omega sulked in the grass, hugging her knees at her chin. Flowers she had picked drooping in her hands.

“Her situational comprehension is quite high for someone her age.” Tech observed.

“We’ll be fine. We’re far off the trail, hidden by the trees. I did my best to cover our tracks. Let’s just keep the fire small tonight, we’ll be fine.” Hunter reassured them.

“Four men, two of them are the ones we saw in town earlier.” Arthur focused his binoculars across the canyon. “No wait, five.”

“What’s the plan?” John shifted.

“Bounty is for all of them, but the kid is the biggest reward.”

“And we gotta bring them all back to Saint Denis?”

“Nah, I talked to the sheriff in town, said he can hold them until we can wire someone to collect. For a price.”

“No way we can take all five of those guys.”

“For once, we agree, Marston.” Arthur noticed one of the taller fellows cleaning his rifle. “Poster said they’re ex-military.”

“What are they doing kidnapping an orphan?”

“I don’t know, but it can't be good." Arthur lowered the binoculars.

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elliesappetite · 3 months ago

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The Name That Broke Us (Realisation)

FREE PALESTINE

"Somebody Else" - The 1975

Rating: 17+

Tags: Angst, angst with no comfort, Vi is still in love with Caitlyn.

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The flickering light of the single lamp in your apartment cast long shadows across the small room. You and Vi had just returned from a particularly grueling day in the Undercity, one filled with tension and the weight of a dozen little battles that never seemed to end. But now, here you were, trying to create a moment of peace amidst the chaos.

Her hands were on you, rough and calloused from a life of survival, yet tender in their movements. Vi’s fiery intensity had always been what drew you to her. There was a passion in her touch, an unspoken promise that she’d fight the world for you. And for a while, it felt like you were her world.

But tonight, something was off. There was a hesitance in her touch, a faraway look in her eyes even as she pulled you closer. You tried to ignore it, chalking it up to exhaustion. After all, Vi had a lot on her shoulders, and so did you.

Then it happened.

“Caitlyn,” she breathed, the name slipping past her lips like a dagger aimed straight at your heart.

Everything stopped.

Your hands froze where they had been tangled in her hair, your breath catching in your throat. At first, you thought you misheard her, but the look on her face confirmed it. Her eyes went wide as she realized what she’d just said, horror replacing whatever fog had clouded her mind.

“Y/N, I—” she began, but you pulled away before she could finish.

“No,” you said sharply, your voice trembling with a mix of anger and hurt. “No, you don’t get to say her name. Not here. Not like this.”

Vi reached for you, but you stepped back, needing space to process the sting of betrayal that was blooming in your chest.

“I didn’t mean it,” she said, her voice low, almost pleading. “It’s just…”

“Just what?” you snapped, your voice louder now. “You don’t accidentally say someone else’s name in the middle of this, Vi. That doesn’t just happen.”

Her face twisted in frustration, but it wasn’t aimed at you. “I’m sorry, alright? I—I wasn’t thinking.”

“Clearly,” you shot back. “Because if you were thinking about me, then Caitlyn wouldn’t even be on your mind right now. But she is, isn’t she? She’s always there.”

The room fell silent except for the sound of your uneven breathing. Vi looked at you, her expression torn between guilt and defensiveness.

“She’s not… it’s not like that,” she said finally, but her words rang hollow.

“Then what is it like?” you demanded. “Because from where I’m standing, it feels like you’re still in love with her.”

Vi’s jaw clenched, and for a moment, she didn’t say anything. That silence spoke louder than any words could.

“That’s what I thought,” you said, your voice breaking despite your best efforts to keep it steady. “You know, I’ve tried to ignore it. The way you talk about her, the way your eyes light up when someone mentions her name. I told myself it didn’t matter because you chose me. But now… now I’m not so sure.”

Vi took a step closer, but you held up a hand to stop her. “Y/N, please. You have to believe me when I say I care about you.”

“Care about me?” you repeated bitterly. “That’s not enough, Vi. I need more than that. I deserve more than that.”

“You do,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “You deserve someone who can give you their whole heart. I want to be that for you, I really do. But…”

“But Caitlyn,” you finished for her, the weight of her unspoken words crashing down on you.

Vi’s silence confirmed what you already knew. Tears stung at your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. You wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of seeing you break.

“I can’t do this,” you said finally, your voice steady despite the storm raging inside you. “I can’t be with someone who’s still hung up on someone else. You need to figure out what you want, Vi. And until you do, I’m done.”

You turned and walked toward the door, grabbing your jacket on the way out. Vi called after you, her voice desperate, but you didn’t look back.

As you stepped out into the cold night air, you felt a mix of anger, heartbreak, and strangely, relief. For the first time, you were putting yourself first. And while it hurt to leave, you knew it was the right thing to do.

Vi had to face her feelings for Caitlyn, and you couldn’t be the collateral damage in her emotional tug-of-war. You deserved to be someone’s first choice, not their second.

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Authors Notes: I've had this in my drafts for a while and I finally decided to post this. If you want to be in my tag list, let me know.

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jokeringcutio · 1 year ago

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Severus Snape x Reader - Halloween (Contains Smut)

AN: Follow me for more Halloween Reader Inserts. More stories will follow this month.

Fandom: Harry Potter Pairing: Professor Snape x Reader Rating: Explicit Summary: A grown-up dressed as a Hogwarts student on Halloween… Snape has his own thoughts about it.

Warnings: Explicit Sexual content, spanking, blowjob.

Not a Real Hogwarts Student

Halloween evening draped its eerie shadows around you, the crisp autumn air nipping at your cheeks as you and your friend Melissa guided a gaggle of excited children from house to house. Their laughter pierced the night as they scampered from door to door. To match the group, Melissa and you had decided to dress up as well. Moonlight shimmered on the velvet fabric of your Hogwarts uniform, a tribute to the fantasy world you loved so much. Your favorite house, of course. It had been an easy decision.

"Let's try this place!" one of the kids exclaimed, pointing at an old, imposing residence. It fit Halloween perfectly, although you could tell it wasn’t decorated for the occasion. This house looked just creepy on itself.

Little did you know, it was the home of none other than Severus Snape himself.

The tallest of the kids rang the doorbell, an ominous creak echoing through the darkened hallway within. Your heart thudded in your chest, anticipation lacing your veins.

The door swung open to reveal the tall figure of Professor Snape, his black hair framing his pale face. The children gasped, staring wide-eyed at the man they knew to be the famous strict, no-nonsense professor.

"Trick-or-treat," they mumbled hesitantly, their previous enthusiasm dampened by the sight of him.

"Ah, my little ghouls and witches," Snape purred, his voice dripping with mystery. "I have something for each of you."

Reaching into a crystal bowl, he pulled out handfuls of candy, distributing them among the children with uncharacteristic gentleness. The kids were hesitant, but when they saw the copious amount of candy they were given, they started to smile again.

Melissa threw you a look that showed she was as confused as you. “Nice outfit, sir,” she said, betraying that she hadn’t recognized him. But you knew who he was, and you trembled slightly at the crooked smile he flashed your friend.

He wasn’t wearing a Halloween costume, you thought. Snape was in his ordinary black clothes. His usual.

"Thank you, Professor," the kids said, smiling brightly and clutching their treats tightly.

“You’re welcome,” Snape said, his voice had that unmistakable low buzz to it that made it uniquely his; words drawn and stretched like a hum.

“Come on,” one of the kids said, signaling the others to head to the next home. They started to run, their laughter filling the air once more. You and Melissa turned around to follow when you heard a familiar voice behind you.

"Girl in the Hogwarts outfit," Snape called after you as the children scampered off. "A word."

Your eyes widened and you looked at Melissa. She was dressed as a pirate, her dress showing off her bare knees and shapely thighs. She looked stunning and alluring. She wasn’t dressed as a Hogwarts student.

You were.

“What do I do?” you mouthed the words silently at Melissa, aware that Snape couldn’t see them as you stood turned away. Provided he wouldn’t read your mind. But no. You should not think of that, because if he did, he would read that too. And this. And this. And the fact that you’d gotten hot for him for ages. Bummer. If he could read your mind he probably saw all the flashes of erotic daydreams involving him and you that instantly surfaced to the front of your mind. You tried to push your dirty thoughts far away while you tried to focus on Melissa as she stepped closer to you.

“Go to him?” she whispered. Melissa clutched your arm, her eyes wide with confusion.

"Is that a good idea?" you whispered, your voice trembling.

"Why not?" She asked, then frowned. “Look, the kids are already at the next house, someone has to stay with them. Just talk to the man, they seem to know him. Plus we know where he lives. If he tries anything funny….”

She left the words dangling in the air and you nodded, knowing what she was trying to say. You could feel the weight of Snape's dark gaze upon you, beckoning you to him.

“All right,” you said, “I’ll talk to him.” Somehow you were more than a little intrigued that Snape had asked you to stay behind. Not sexy and pretty Melissa. But you. You needed to know what it was that he wanted.

“But if anything happens to me,” you threatened.

Melissa rolled her eyes. “God's sake, girl,” she said, grumbling. "I’ll make you a deal. If you're not back in half an hour, I'll come looking for you."

You stared at your friend, glowering until she cracked a smile. “And you have your phone. You’ll be good.”

"Deal," you said, taking a deep breath before you turned around. Behind you, you could hear Melissa’s hurried footsteps as she ran over to the kids. While your fate awaited you at the door of a dark and gloomy-looking house. There were actual black bricks and wood incorporated into the house’s exterior. How fitting.

Slowly, you walked back to the porch. He stood there, an enigmatic figure framed by the doorway, waiting patiently for you to return.

“You asked for me, sir?” you politely started, but he cut you off by turning briskly and retreating into his house, not even waiting to see if you followed. You only heard his low voice drift towards you.

"Come inside," The words were a low hum, vibrating in your soul. A command. You hesitated, your heart pounding in your chest, before finally stepping into his home.

The moment you crossed the threshold, the whole atmosphere seemed to change. The cold and morbid exterior seemed to be replaced with a pleasant and warm interior. A small hallway with flowery wallpaper led you to a cozy living room that was filled with strange knick-knacks – a bubbling cauldron, rows of vials containing mysterious liquids, and countless books lining the walls. You could feel the power emanating from every corner, but at the same time, it felt oddly inviting.

"Sit," he ordered, gesturing to a spot on the floor in front of a comfortable chair by the fireplace.

You blinked up at him, not quite sure if you understood him. Did he want you to sit on the floor?

“A grown-up woman dressed as a student,” Snape’s low voice sounded, sending shivers of pleasure down your spine. You hoped he didn’t notice, that he didn’t see how much his voice affected you. “Deplorable.”

Now wait a minute. You hadn’t come here to be insulted. But as you opened your mouth to say your bit, Snape raised a hand and spoke again. “I won’t ask you again. If you want to dress up as a student, you better listen to your professor. Sit.”

The floor again. You’d seen it correctly then. Reluctantly, you obeyed, sinking to your knees as he lowered himself into the chair in front of you, staring intently at you. Just his gaze alone sent shivers down your spine, and you couldn't help but feel the heat rising between you, an unspoken tension leaving you breathless.

For a while, that was all there was to it. Just him staring at you, and you trying not to let your thoughts get in the way. Moistness gathered between your legs and you prayed he wouldn’t see. But then again, his eyes… they were so intently upon you, darker than the blackest coal you’d ever seen. What was he looking for? What was he hoping for?

You shifted, uncomfortable, and placed your hands between your knees, sitting up meekly.

"Are you aware of the effect your costume has on me?" he asked, his voice barely more than a whisper. "Dressed as a student from my school... At your age… What do you have to say for yourself.”

“Sorry, Professor. I didn’t know you were-” real? Here? What was it you could say that wouldn’t raise his anger? “It’s my favorite house and it was just a bit of harmless fun.”

“Harmless, right?” The words were drawn, his dark eyes roving over you. “Seeing you like this… it awakens something within me."

You swallowed hard, suddenly aware of your own vulnerability. "I... I didn't mean to, Professor," you stammered, feeling the intensity of his gaze burning into you.

"Didn't you?" he pressed, leaning forward ever so slightly. "You must have known how it would affect me. How it would make me feel."

Your heart raced and your breath hitched in your throat. No, you hadn’t, you thought. But if you had, you would have put the costume on all the same. You desired him, and now he would see you.

Snape's dark eyes held yours captive, almost as if he knew he had you caught, and you knew there was no escaping the dangerous attraction that crackled between you.

"Your apology is inadequate," Snape declared, his voice low and dangerous. "You must make amends for your indiscretion."

A shudder raced through you as you struggled to comprehend his intentions. "What do you want me to do, Professor?" you whispered, your voice trembling.

"Come here," he commanded, patting his lap.

Obediently, you approached, uncertain what exactly it was that he wanted from you. Although you were starting to have an inkling. You wanted to ask him ‘Really, Professor?’ or tease him. But he grasped your arm, as quick as a snake, and tugged you toward him. The jerking motion made you tumble over. You felt a strong palm against your back, pushing you as he laid you across his knees, and you gasped.

He had tricked you, just like that. You tried to look up but then froze at the feeling of his hand brushing past the skin of your leg. Gently at first, then more demanding, until it slipped underneath your skirt and pulled it down.

“Professor!” You called out in surprise. But he hissed at you as a sign to remain quiet, while his hands toyed with the naked flesh of your ass. A gentle rub of his palms, kneading and fondling your soft skin.

An experimental pat. Then, another one. You bit your lip in pleasure.

"Count them," he ordered, and you instantly knew what he was going to do next. You braced yourself for the first slap. It landed with a resounding smack, stinging your flesh. "One," you gasped, trying to maintain your composure.

"Again," he murmured, his voice thick with anticipation. The second slap struck, harder than the first, forcing a whimper from your lips. "Two," you breathed, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

"Perhaps this will teach you a lesson," he mused, landing another sharp blow to your tender skin. "Three," you choked out, unable to hold back the sob that threatened to escape. God, this felt good.

"Enough," Snape decided, his fingers tracing the red marks he'd left on your behind. "But you're not truly sorry yet, are you?"

You shook your head, frightened by the dark desire that flickered in his eyes. "No, Professor," you admitted, your voice barely audible.

"Then prove it," he growled, guiding you off his lap and back onto your knees before him. As you hesitated, he placed his hands on yours, moving them between his legs. Your fingertips were brushed against his fly. When you looked up at him you saw how the professor had cocked his head, how his eyebrows raised in anticipation. He wanted you to do this.

Slowly, you unbuttoned his pants, releasing his throbbing cock into view. It was large. Not as pale as the rest of him. Riddled with purple veins and pulsing.

“Now then,” a low murmur from his lips. "Show me how sorry you are."

Tentatively, you reached out to touch him, your fingers trembling as they wrapped around his length. Experimentally, you brushed your thumb past the head, noticing how a droplet of pre-cum stuck to your finger as you brushed past the slit. Did a shiver just run down his spine? Did he tremble underneath your touch?

Feeling empowered, you started to move your hand up and down. With each stroke, your confidence grew, and soon you leaned forward, brushing your lips past the wet tip.

“Yes,” the pleasure was audible in his voice. “Use those pretty lips.”

Encouraged, you gripped the base of his cock with both hands while taking the tip of him into your mouth. It tasted funny, but good. Eager for more, you tried to take him in deeper in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks while you pushed your tongue against him. Slowly, you started to move your head up and down, taking him a little bit deeper with each thrust.

"Good girl," he praised, his hand tangling in your hair as he guided you to take him deeper. "That's it, just like that."

You tried to focus on pleasing him, suppressing your gag reflex as he filled your throat. His grip tightened in your hair, urging you on as your lips and tongue worked their magic on him.

"Almost there," he groaned, his breath hitching as you continued your diligent efforts. The taste of him was intoxicating, making you crave more.

As he neared his climax, you felt the muscles in his thighs tense beneath you. "I'm going to come," he warned, voice thick with lust.

His grip on your hair tightened further, a guttural moan escaping him as he thrust one final time into your mouth. You felt the hot, thick jets of his spunk hit the back of your throat, and you swallowed greedily, not wanting to waste a single drop.

When he was spent, Snape released his hold on your head, allowing you to gasp for air. You were feeling a little dizzy, the salty taste of his cock and his cum lingered on your tongue. Something cold and wet was on your cheek and you wiped it away with the back of your hand. It seemed a few droplets of cum had managed to get away.

Snape’s dark eyes bore into yours, searching for something within their depths. "I enjoyed myself," he admitted, his voice low and intense.

Your cheeks flushed with both arousal and embarrassment, but you met his gaze boldly. "So did I, Professor," you confessed, feeling a strange thrill at admitting your desires to this powerful man. "I would like to do this again."

He regarded you thoughtfully for a moment before nodding. "Yes," he agreed, his tone almost gentle. "We will have to continue your… education soon."

A flurry of excitement stirred in your abdomen, as if a thousand butterflies took flight. He wanted to meet with you again. To do this again. Just the thought that you would get to see and pleasure him again got you all flustered.

You stood, smoothing your skirt and attempting to regain some semblance of composure.

“Let me know when,” you said, leaning forward to scribble your telephone number on a piece of paper that conveniently lay upon his side table. You felt him as he watched, but when you spun around, he was decent again. Still seated in his chair, he watched you.

“Well, I probably need to go,” you started, hesitantly. You didn’t want to leave but…

“Or your friend will come with the police in tow,” Snape added. “Get moving, girl.”

Here, the two of you locked gazes and flashed each other a smile.

“I’ll see you around, Professor,” you said, more cheekily now. You flashed him a smile and, with an elegant twirl, turned around and made your way to the door.

Just as you were about to step outside you heard him call out your name. Confused, you turned back to face him. He gestured toward the bowl of candy on a table near the door.

"Don't forget your reward for being such a little goody two shoes," he told you, the corners of his lips twitching ever so slightly.

"Thank you, Professor," you murmured, quickly grabbing a handful of candy before slipping out into the cool night air, your heart pounding in anticipation of what was to come.

~ Fin ~

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xomakara · 3 months ago

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Love Like This

SUMMARY | You recently moved into this very nice neighborhood with your dog, Goober. When Yeosang and his daughter introduce themselves to you, his daughter falls in love with Goober right away. As you spend more time with your neighbors, you realize that you have fallen in love.

PAIRINGS | Yeosang x Reader

RATING | Mature, NSFW, EXPLICIT, MDNI, 18+, Any Minors and Ageless Blogs will be blocked

GENRE | smut, fluff, Dad!Yeosang, dogmom!Reader, non-idol au

CONTENT/WARNINGS | unprotected sex (wrap it up ya’ll!), oral sex (male giving/female receiving), fingering, slight dirty talk, praise kink, vaginal penetration, lovemaking

LENGTH | 6,629 words

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NETWORKS | @illusionnet @cromernet @k-vanity @ksmutsociety @othersideoutlawsnetwork

AUTHOR’S NOTE | Back with another fic for the Dadteez series. As always, you'll see some recurring characters haha. This is much more on the sensual and lovemaking side of things but I hope you all enjoy it. Love you ❤️

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The doorbell rang, and your heart skipped a beat. Who could it be? You weren’t expecting anyone, but the sound of tiny footsteps and muffled giggles outside made you pause. You glanced toward Goober, sprawled out on the living room floor, his massive frame taking up more space than he probably should. His head perked up at the noise, ears twitching as if sensing something was about to happen.

“Stay, boy,” you whispered, grabbing his leash just in case. He whined softly, tail thumping against the floor, clearly eager to investigate.

You opened the door cautiously, and there they were—your new neighbors. A man stood tall, with a warm smile that seemed to light up the porch, and a little girl clinging to his hand, her eyes wide with curiosity. The man introduced himself first, his voice calm and friendly. “Hi, I’m Yeosang, and this is my daughter, Yeonwoo. We’re your neighbors next door. Thought we’d stop by and say hello and welcome you to the neighborhood.”

Yeonwoo peeked out from behind her dad, her round cheeks puffing slightly as she smiled. Her gaze darted past you, locking onto something inside your house. You followed her line of sight and saw Goober, who had decided now was the perfect time to lumber over, his big paws making soft thuds on the wooden floor. His tail wagged slowly at first, then picked up speed as he approached the door.

Yeosang’s expression tightened for a split second, clearly wary of the giant Doberman. But Yeonwoo? She didn’t even hesitate.

“Doggy!” she squealed, pulling free from her dad’s grip and darting forward, her little hands outstretched.

“Wait!” you called out, reaching for her instinctively. “He’s… uh, he’s friendly, but—”

But she wasn’t listening. She was already kneeling in front of Goober, her tiny fingers landing gently on his broad chest. The dog froze for a moment, his dark eyes blinking down at her curiously, then let out a soft huff as his tail starts wagging again, this time like a metronome gone wild.

“Good doggy,” Yeonwoo cooed, patting his fur with all the confidence of someone who had never met a dog they didn’t love.

Goober, ever the people-pleaser, leaned into her touch, his tongue lolling out happily. You couldn’t help but laugh, relief flooding through you. Yeosang, however, looked equal parts amazed and horrified.

“I’m so sorry,” he said quickly, stepping forward to scoop Yeonwoo up. “She doesn’t usually… well, she’s fearless around animals.”

“It’s fine,” you assured him, leaning down to scratch Goober behind the ears. “He’s a big softie at heart. Just looks intimidating.”

Yeosang hesitated, glancing between you and Goober, his brow furrowing slightly. “Yeah, well… he is intimidating. Most dogs his size wouldn’t take too kindly to someone running up to them like that.”

You straightened up, meeting his gaze. “You’re right. I should’ve been more careful.”

Your tone was apologetic, but Yeosang’s attention seemed torn between you and his daughter, who was now trying to squirm her way back to Goober. “It’s okay. No harm done.”

“Daddy, let me down!” she protested, wriggling in his arms. “I wanna play with him!”

“Yeonwoo,” Yeosang said firmly, though his voice softened when he looked down at her. “We don’t just go running up to dogs we don’t know. It’s dangerous.”

Her bottom lip pouted out, and you felt a pang of sympathy.

“Actually,” you said, reaching for Goober’s leash, “he loves kids. And since Yeonwoo’s not afraid of him, maybe we could give it a shot? Safely, of course.”

Yeosang’s eyes narrowed slightly, studying you. There was something in his expression—a mix of caution and interest like he was weighing the pros and cons of letting his guard down. Finally, he sighed, setting Yeonwoo on the ground but keeping a firm hold on her shoulder. “Fine. But if he so much as growls, we’re out of here.”

“Deal,” you nodded, giving him your best reassuring smile. Then, turning to Yeonwoo, you knelt down so you were at eye level with her. “Okay, sweetie, you can pet him, but only if your daddy says it’s okay, alright?”

She nodded eagerly, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Okay!”

You guided Goober closer, making sure he stayed calm as Yeonwoo reached out again. This time, she kept her movements slow and deliberate, earning a gentle nudge from Goober as if to say ‘Finally, some manners’. Yeosang watched the interaction closely, his body tense but his expression softening as he realized how harmless it was.

“See?” you said, looking up at him. “He’s all bark and no bite.”

“Yeah, well, I think the bark alone could scare off half the neighborhood,” Yeosang chuckled under his breath, shaking his head. “I’ve never seen a dog this big except for my friend Jongho’s malamute. He has five energetic kids and you can’t say no to them when they ask for a dog.”

There was a pause, the kind that felt charged with unspoken words. You stood up, brushing off your jeans, and realized just how close you were standing to each other. His eyes met yours, and for a moment, neither of you spoke. The air between you felt thick, almost electric as if the universe itself was nudging you both closer together.

Was he feeling it too?

Yeonwoo’s voice broke the tension. “Can we keep him, Daddy? Please?”

“Not quite how it works, kiddo,” he laughed, ruffling her hair. “Goober belongs to…” He trailed off, glancing at you.

“Me,” you finished for him, offering your hand. “I’m Y/N.”

He took your hand, his grip firm and warm. “Nice to meet you.”

As you shook hands, you couldn’t help but notice how his fingers lingered against yours, just for a fraction longer than necessary. His gaze flicked up to meet yours again, and there it was—that same spark, that same pull.

“So,” he said, his voice low enough that Yeonwoo wouldn’t hear, “care to tell me why a woman living alone with a dog this size isn’t single-handedly terrifying the entire neighborhood?”

You bit back a grin, leaning in just enough so he could hear you. “Maybe because I’m not as scary as he is?”

His lips twitched, a hint of a smirk forming. “Maybe. Or maybe you’re just good at hiding it.”

There was something in his tone—something playful, something challenging. And before you could respond, Yeonwoo tugged on his sleeve. “Daddy, can we come back later and see Goober again? Pleeease?”

Yeosang glanced down at her, then back at you, that smirk still lingering. “Depends. Do you think your dog would mind some company tomorrow?”

You felt your heartbeat quicken, the question hanging in the air like an invitation. “I think Goober would love that.”

Yeosang nodded, his eyes holding yours for a moment longer than they should have. “Then we’ll see you tomorrow.”

As they walked away, Yeonwoo waving wildly, you couldn’t help but replay the interaction in your mind. There was something about Yeosang—his protectiveness, his humor, the way he seemed to balance authority with warmth. And then there was that look, the one that had passed between you, brief but unmistakable.

Goober nudged your hand, drawing you back to the present. You scratched his ear, smiling. “Looks like we’ve got company tomorrow, buddy.”

He barked once, as if in agreement, and you felt a thrill run through you. Something was stirring between you and Yeosang, something undeniable. And you couldn’t wait to see where it led.

What a great way to start a new life in a new neighborhood.

A few weeks later, the neighborhood buzzed with excitement. Hongjoong, the grill master, had announced a spontaneous barbecue, and the scent of sizzling sausages wafted through the air, mingling with laughter and chatter. You stood at the edge of your yard, Goober by your side, watching as neighbors gathered around the makeshift grill setup in the park across the street.

Yeosang and Yeonwoo were already there, their presence drawing attention. Yeonwoo was running around with Hongjoong’s kids, Hyejin and Hongki, their laughter echoing like music. Yeosang stood nearby, chatting with Hongjoong, his voice carrying easily over the park. His eyes met yours briefly, and you felt that familiar spark, a subtle warmth pooling in your chest.

“Hi Miss Y/N!” Haru, San’s son, called out, his shy smile breaking into a grin as he approached you. “Can Goober play with us?”

You glanced down at your massive Doberman, who wagged his tail eagerly. “I think he’d love that. Just keep an eye on him, okay? He might get a little too excited.”

He nodded vigorously, and before you could say more, he was leading Goober toward the cluster of kids. The children squealed in delight as Goober bounded over, his enthusiasm infectious. Even one of Jongho’s sons, Jongsoo, usually so quiet, couldn’t resist reaching out to pet him.

As you watched them play, Yeosang joined you, his presence grounding yet electric.

“Looks like Goober’s the star of the show,” he remarked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

You smirked. “He’s got a knack for that. Kids seem to adore him.”

Yeosang’s gaze lingered on you, something unspoken passing between you. “You’re good with them,” he said quietly. “With him.”

Good with him. The words sent a shiver down your spine, knowing he wasn’t just referring to Goober. You turned to face him, your breath catching slightly at the intensity in his brown eyes.

“Someone has to be,” you replied, your tone light but your heart pounding.

Before either of you could say more, a loud crash interrupted the moment. Everyone turned to see Goober standing near the drinks cooler, which now lay on its side, ice and cans spilling everywhere.

Haru burst out laughing, pointing at the scene. “Goober did it!”

You groaned, rushing over to assess the damage. Goober looked up at you sheepishly, his tail wagging slowly as if hoping to charm his way out of trouble.

“You big goof,” you muttered, ruffling his ears. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Guess we’ll have to team up to fix this,” he said, his voice low and teasing. Yeosang knelt beside you, his hands moving efficiently as he helped pick up the scattered cans.

You glanced at him, caught off guard by the heat in his tone. “Teamwork, huh?”

“Always,” he replied, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Especially when it involves cleaning up after a charmingly clumsy dog.”

You laughed, the sound bubbling up naturally. “Fine. But if Goober knocks anything else over, you’re helping me explain it to Hongjoong’s wife.”

He chuckled, the sound warm and inviting. “Deal.”

Together, you worked quickly, gathering the scattered drinks and refilling the cooler. The sun beat down on you, and you found yourself glancing at Yeosang often, admiring the way his muscles flexed as he moved. There was something about the way he carried himself—quiet strength tempered by a surprising tenderness. It was captivating, and you felt a pull toward him that was impossible to ignore.

When the last can was in place, Yeosang straightened, wiping his hands on his jeans.

“All set,” he said, turning to you. His eyes held yours, the space between you suddenly charged with tension.

“Thanks,” you murmured, your voice softer than intended. He took a step closer, his proximity sending your pulse racing.

“Anytime,” he said, his voice dropping to a near whisper. Anytime. The word echoed in your mind, fueling the fire that had been smoldering since your first encounter.

Before you could respond, Yeonwoo came running up, tugging on Yeosang’s hand. “Daddy, can we go on the swings? Please?”

He smiled down at her, the transformation immediate and disarming. “Of course, sweetheart. Let’s go.”

As they walked away, Yeonwoo holding his hand and swinging it happily, you watched them, a smile tugging at your lips. Yeosang glanced back at you once, his expression unreadable, but the weight of his gaze lingered, heavy and undeniable.

Goober nudged your hand, drawing you back to the present. You scratched his ear, your thoughts still on Yeosang. “Looks like we’ve got our work cut out for us, buddy.”

He barked once, as if in agreement, and you felt a thrill run through you. Something was stirring between you and Yeosang, something undeniable. And you couldn’t wait to see where it led.

Later, as the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the neighborhood, you found yourself sitting by the grill, a plate of food in your hands. Yeosang sat beside you, the two of you sharing an easy conversation. The faint hum of music played in the background, and the sound of children laughing filled the air.

“You know,” Yeosang said, his voice soft, “I haven’t felt this... comfortable in a long time.”

You glanced at him, surprised by his candor. “Really?”

“It’s been just me and Yeonwoo for a while. It’s nice to feel like... part of something again. Thank you,” he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. He nodded, his gaze focused on the flickering flames of the grill. His eyes met yours, and for a moment, the world seemed to fade away. The air between you crackled with potential, with the promise of something more.

You smiled, a warmth spreading through you. “Anytime.”

As the night deepened, the atmosphere shifted subtly, growing more intimate. The other neighbors began to drift away, leaving you and Yeosang alone by the dying embers of the grill. Yeonwoo was asleep in her stroller, her tiny breaths steady and peaceful.

“This has been... nice,” he said, his voice low and rough. Yeosang leaned back, his arm brushing yours.

“Yeah,” you agreed softly. You turned to him, your heart pounding. “It has.”

A few days later, as the sun dipped below the horizon and painted the sky in hues of orange and purple, you found yourself standing at the doorway of Yeosang’s house. He had invited you over for dinner and you agreed. Your heart was pounding, a mix of anticipation and curiosity swirling within you. The last time you’d been here, it had been casual, neighborly. Tonight felt different, charged with an undercurrent of something far more intimate.

Yeosang opened the door with a smile that made your knees weak. His eyes were warm, and inviting, and there was a playful glint in them that sent a shiver down your spine.

“You came,” he said simply, stepping aside to let you in. His voice was low, almost husky, and it sent a thrill through you.

“Wouldn’t miss it,” you replied, trying to keep your tone light even as your stomach fluttered. “Where’s Yeonwoo?”

“She’s at a sleepover that Hongjoong and his wife is hosting,” Yeosang responded. “All the neighborhood kids went.”

You stepped inside, and the scent of something delicious—spices, garlic, rosemary—filled the air. It was comforting, homey, and yet there was an undeniable air of sophistication to it. Yeosang had outdone himself.

“Dinner’s almost ready,” he said, closing the door behind you. His hand brushed against yours briefly, sending a spark of electricity between you. “Just need to finish plating. Make yourself at home.”

He disappeared into the kitchen, and you took a moment to glance around. The living room was cozy, with soft lighting and a fire crackling in the fireplace. Pictures of Yeonwoo dotted the walls, capturing her in moments of pure joy—running through fields, blowing out birthday candles, clutching Goober in her tiny arms. They were snapshots of a life well-lived, filled with love and laughter. It made your chest ache in the best way.

“Here we go,” Yeosang said, emerging from the kitchen carrying two plates. He set them down on the coffee table in front of the couch, then gestured for you to sit. “I hope you like Italian. I figured it was a safe bet.”

You sat down, your gaze drawn to the plate in front of you. The pasta looked perfect, the sauce glistening, the herbs sprinkled just so.

“It looks amazing,” you said, picking up your fork. “And yeah, Italian’s always a safe bet.”

Yeosang sat beside you, his thigh brushing against yours as he reached for his fork. “Good. I wasn’t sure if I should go fancy or keep it simple. But...well, I wanted tonight to be special.”

Your breath caught at the sincerity in his voice. There was something raw, unguarded, about the way he spoke. It made you want to lean closer, to press your lips to his and see if he tasted as good as the food smelled. Instead, you settled for taking a bite of the pasta. It was rich, flavorful, and utterly delicious.

“Yeosang, this is incredible,” you said, genuinely impressed. “You’ve got skills.”

He chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that made your pulse quicken. “Thanks. Cooking is kind of my therapy. When Yeonwoo was younger, I spent a lot of nights in the kitchen, figuring things out. Got pretty good at it.”

A pang of sympathy hit you. You couldn’t imagine what it must have been like for him, raising a child alone, and navigating the challenges of parenthood without a partner. But somehow, he’d done it. And now, here he was, sitting beside you, looking completely at ease. It was both admirable and incredibly attractive.

As you ate, the conversation flowed effortlessly. He told you stories about Yeonwoo’s antics, the time she’d convinced him to dress up as a pirate for her school play, the night she’d snuck into his room and climbed into bed with him because of a thunderstorm. You laughed, your heart swelling with affection for the little girl who’d already stolen your heart.

“She’s something else,” you said when he finished recounting the story of Yeonwoo convincing him to bake cupcakes for her class. “I can’t believe you went along with all that.”

He grinned, leaning back against the couch. “What can I say? She’s got me wrapped around her little finger. Always has.”

You studied his face as he spoke, the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled, the faint stubble on his jaw catching the light. There was a vulnerability to him, a softness that he rarely let show. But tonight, he seemed more open, more willing to let his guard down. And you couldn’t help but feel like this was a turning point, a moment where everything could change.

When dinner was over, Yeosang cleared the plates and returned with two glasses of wine. He handed one to you, his fingers brushing against yours again.

“To new beginnings,” he said, raising his glass.

You clink your glass against his, your eyes meeting his over the rim.

“To new beginnings,” you echoed, your voice soft.

The atmosphere shifted subtly after that. The fire crackled in the hearth, the room bathed in golden light, and the tension between you grew thicker, and heavier. Yeosang leaned back against the couch, his arm resting casually along the backrest behind you. You could feel the heat of him, the subtle weight of his presence.

“So,” he said, his voice low, “tell me something I don’t know about you.”

“Something you don’t know?” you repeated, thinking. You shifted slightly, the movement bringing your body closer to his. “Hmm. I guess most people don’t know that I used to take fencing classes when I was a kid.”

His eyebrows shot up. “Fencing? Really?”

You nodded, smiling. “Yeah. My dad thought it would be a good way to build discipline. Turned out I liked it. Even won a few competitions before I quit.”

He studied you, his expression thoughtful. “That explains why you walk like you’ve got a sword strapped to your side.”

“Excuse me?” you said, laughing. “I do not walk like that.”

“No?” he teased, his mouth curving into a sly grin. “Because you carry yourself like someone who knows how to handle herself.”

The compliment sent a warm flush through you, mingling with the wine and the firelight. You didn’t know what to say, so you stayed silent, letting the moment stretch between you. Yeosang’s gaze dropped to your lips, and suddenly the air was thick with unspoken words, unsaid promises.

Without thinking, you turned toward him, your body angled slightly, your knee brushing against his.

“Yeosang,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he stared at you. “Yeah?”

You leaned in, your heart pounding in your chest.

“I think...” you started, then paused, unsure of how to finish the sentence. But before you could figure it out, he moved, closing the distance between you.

His lips met yours, soft at first, hesitant, as though testing the waters. But then you kissed him back, and the hesitation melted away. His hand cupped your cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of your jaw as his lips moved against yours. The kiss was slow and deliberate, each touch sending waves of desire crashing through you.

You slid your hand up his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your palm. He groaned softly, deepening the kiss, his tongue sweeping against yours in a languid, intoxicating rhythm. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of you, lost in the sensation of each other.

When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathing heavily, your chests rising and falling in sync. Yeosang pressed his forehead against yours, his eyes closed, his voice strained.

“God, you’re incredible,” he muttered, his fingers tracing the curve of your neck. You felt dazed, the kiss lingering on your lips like a memory.

“Yeosang,” you whispered, your voice trembling slightly. He pulled back, his dark eyes searching yours.

“Do you trust me?” he asked, his voice low, intense.

You hesitated, caught off guard by the question. But then you nodded, a small smile playing on your lips. “Yeah. I do.”

With that, he stood, pulling you to your feet. “Then come with me.”

Yeosang’s grip on your hand was firm, yet gentle, as he led you through the dimly lit hallway of his home. The air between you was charged with an electric tension, every step drawing you closer to the unknown. His house felt different at this hour, quieter, more intimate, as if the walls themselves were holding their breath.

The faint glow of a lamp spilled into the hallway from his bedroom, casting soft shadows that danced across the floor. Every detail seemed intentional, from the neatly folded jacket resting on the chair to the book left open on the nightstand. It was a space that spoke of him, a man who carried himself with quiet strength but also harbored a tenderness that only those closest to him would ever see.

You couldn’t help but feel a shiver of anticipation run down your spine.

“This is me,” he said softly, his deep voice resonating in the stillness. His thumb brushed against the back of your hand in a subtle, reassuring gesture. Without waiting for your response, he pushed the door open wider and stepped inside, pulling you along with him.

The room enveloped you in warmth, the scent of cedar and smoke wrapping around you like a whispered promise. The bed, large and inviting, stood at the center, its crisp linens and plush comforter seeming to beckon you both. Yeosang closed the door behind you, the click of the latch echoing faintly in the quiet room.

For a moment, there was silence. The world outside ceased to exist. It was just the two of you, standing face to face, the space between you narrowing with each passing second.

He lifted his hand, his fingers brushing a strand of hair away from your face. His touch was feather-light, yet it sent a jolt of awareness through you.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes tracing your features with an intensity that made your heartbeat quicken.

You swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his gaze.

“So are you,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. A small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

“I wasn’t sure how this would go,” he admitted, his voice low. “But being near you… it feels right.”

You nodded, unable to find the words to respond. The truth was, you felt it too. That inexplicable pull, the way he made you feel safe even as your pulse raced with excitement.

Without another word, he stepped closer, his body aligning with yours. The heat of him radiated against your skin, sending shivers cascading down your spine. His hands moved to your shoulders, sliding down your arms before gripping your wrists lightly. It was a tender hold, one that spoke of restraint and care.

“Let me take care of you,” he said, his voice husky now, laced with desire.

You nodded again, unable to resist the magnetic pull of his request.

With slow, deliberate movements, he began to undress you. First, his fingers found the button of your blouse, easing it free with practiced ease. The fabric parted, revealing the delicate lace of your bra beneath. He slid the blouse off your shoulders, letting it fall to the floor at your feet.

Next came the clasp of your jeans, his fingers fumbling slightly as the tension between you grew. Once undone, he slowly peeled them down your legs, leaving you in only your panties and bra.

You stood there, exposed and vulnerable under his intense gaze.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

Before you could respond, his hands returned to your body, this time skimming over your hips and settling on your waist. His touch was electrifying, sending waves of heat coursing through you.

“Yeosang,” you breathed, your voice trembling.

He didn’t answer, his focus entirely on the task at hand.

His hands moved to the straps of your bra, gently peeling them down your arms until they pooled at your elbows. With a deft motion, he unclasped the garment, letting it fall to the floor. Your heart pounded in your chest as he took a step back, his eyes raking over your naked form.

“You’re so beautiful,” he repeated, his voice barely audible.

Then, without warning, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. His tongue pressed against yours, igniting a fire that consumed you whole. You melted against him, your arms wrapping around his neck as his hands roamed over your back, pulling you flush against his hard, defined frame.

The world dissolved into sensation, every nerve ending alive and pulsating with need. His hands moved lower, cupping your ass and lifting you slightly as he deepened the kiss.

You moaned into his mouth, your head spinning with desire.

Suddenly, he pulled back, his breathing ragged.

“Bed,” he growled, his voice commanding yet filled with urgency.

Without hesitation, he picked you up and laid you down on the plush comforter, his body following soon after. His lips found yours again, their kisses frantic now, desperate.

You reached down, fumbling with the button of his jeans. He caught your hand, pinning it above your head.

“Not yet,” he whispered, his voice raw with need.

Instead, his mouth trailed down your neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as his hands roamed over your body. You arched into his touch, your breath hitching as he nipped softly at the curve of your shoulder.

“Yeosang,” you gasped, your thighs trembling with longing.

He shifted his position, his knee nudging between your legs.

“Tell me what you want,” he demanded, his voice hoarse.

You hesitated, your mind reeling.

Before you could answer, he surged forward, his hardness pressing against your core through the thin fabric of your underwear.

Yeosang’s fingers traced the curve of your waist, his touch lingering for just a moment longer than necessary. His gaze dropped to your panties, the thin fabric barely concealing the heat building between your thighs. His breath hitched, and you could feel the tension in his body, a coil ready to snap.

“Let me see you,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. The words were soft, but they carried weight, pulling you deeper into the moment.

You nodded, your throat dry, and lifted your hips slightly as he slid his hand beneath the waistband of your underwear. The fabric caught on your skin for a brief second before it was gone, tossed aside without a thought. Yeosang’s eyes darkened as he took in the sight of you, unfiltered and exposed. His fingers brushed against your bare skin, featherlight at first, then more deliberate as he explored the contours of your body.

His breath was hot against your thigh as he leaned closer, his lips ghosting over your flesh. He inhaled deeply as if he could taste you in the air, and his fingers trailed lower, pausing just above the apex of your thighs. You shifted beneath him, your body arching instinctively toward his touch, and he responded with a slow, steady pressure that made your breath catch in your throat.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. The words seemed to echo in the quiet room, filling the space between you with a raw, pulsating energy.

He pushed your legs apart gently, his hands firm but careful, and settled between them. His fingers toyed with the sensitive skin there, teasing and testing, until you whimpered, lost in the sensation. He looked up at you then, his brown eyes intense, almost predatory, and you felt a shiver run down your spine.

“Do you like that?” he asked, his voice dripping with intent. His fingers pressed harder, circling rhythmically, and you couldn’t stop yourself from moaning softly.

“Yes,” you breathed, your voice barely audible. The word slipped out before you could think, a surrender to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you.

Yeosang smirked, a hint of triumph softening his expression.

“Good,” he said, his tone laced with satisfaction. He bent his head lower, his lips brushing against the inside of your thigh, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. The sensation sent a jolt of electricity through you, pooling low in your stomach.

His tongue flicked out then, tasting you for the first time, and you cried out, gripping the sheets beneath you. His name tumbled from your lips in a breathless plea, but he ignored it, too focused on his task. His tongue moved with precision, tracing patterns against your most intimate flesh, and every flick, every swipe, brought you closer to the edge.

You were shaking now, your body taut with need, and Yeosang knew exactly what you needed. He teased the bundle of nerves with his fingers while his tongue worked its magic, alternating between gentle licks and firmer strokes that sent waves of pleasure crashing over you. Your hips bucked involuntarily, chasing the sensation, and he gripped your thighs to hold you still.

“Yeosang…” you moaned, your voice breaking as the tension coiled tighter and tighter within you.

He glanced up at you, his eyes gleaming with intensity.

“Almost there,” he promised, his voice rough with exertion. He returned his attention to you, his movements growing more urgent, and you felt the walls inside you tighten, preparing to give way.

The pleasure rose higher, cresting like a wave, and with a final, desperate cry, you shattered. Your body convulsed around his fingers, your muscles clenching uncontrollably as the orgasm swept through you. Yeosang didn’t stop, didn’t let up, riding the wave with you until the tremors subsided and you lay spent, gasping for air.

He pulled away slowly, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he watched you. His lips were swollen, stained with your arousal, and his dark hair fell messily across his forehead. You reached out, your fingers threading through the strands, and drew him down for a kiss. It was messy, passionate, and utterly consuming, a reflection of the explosive intimacy you had just shared.

When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours. He started to strip his clothes, throwing them haphazardly across the room.

“I want to make you feel that way again,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “But not yet. I have something else in mind.”

You blinked up at him, unsure of what he meant, but before you could ask, he rolled onto his back, tugging you with him. You straddled his hips, your legs trembling slightly as you settled into place. Yeosang’s hands glided up your sides, cupping your breasts, and his thumbs brushed your nipples, sending sparks of sensation rippling outward.

“Tell me what you want,” he repeated, his voice commanding this time. “And this time, don’t hold back.”

You looked down at him, his dark eyes locked onto yours, and felt a surge of boldness.

“I want you inside me,” you said, the words coming out stronger than you expected. “Now.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear,” he growled, flipping you onto your back once more. He positioned himself between your legs, his hardness pressing against you, and you gasped as he pushed into you with one smooth thrust.

The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect blend of fullness and heat that left you clinging to him for balance. Yeosang paused, giving you a moment to adjust, before pulling out and thrusting back in, his movements deliberate and controlled.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him on, and he obliged, picking up the pace. His thrusts grew deeper, more forceful, each one rocking your body in tandem with his. Your breaths came in short, sharp bursts, merging with his groans as the sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room.

“Yeosang,” you whispered, your voice broken and pleading. “Don’t stop. Please…”

He drove into you harder, his hands pinning your wrists above your head. “Never,” he growled, his teeth bared in a feral grin. “Not until you’ve had enough.”

Your body tightened around him, signaling the beginnings of another climax, and Yeosang sensed it, pushing you over the edge with brutal efficiency. You screamed his name as pleasure tore through you, your nails digging into his back as he followed shortly after, his release marking the end of your mutual frenzy.

For a moment, there was nothing but stillness, save for the sound of your labored breathing. Yeosang collapsed beside you, his chest heaving, and you turned to face him, your fingers tracing the curve of his jaw.

“Again?” he asked, his voice a teasing challenge.

You leaned in, capturing his lips with yours. “Only if you can keep up.”

The months that followed were a blur of passion, laughter, and quiet moments shared with Yeosang. Each night, you found yourself in his arms, the two of you tangled together in a mess of sheets and promises. But it wasn’t just about the heat between you—it was the way he looked at you, the way his touch made you feel seen and cherished. You loved him, and you wanted Yeonwoo to see that love reflected in both of your eyes.

It was a sunny afternoon when the three of you sat together on the porch. Yeonwoo was sprawled on the floor, her tiny hands happily petting Goober, who lay beside her with his tongue lolling out in pure bliss. Yeosang sat next to you, his arm draped casually around your shoulders as he watched his daughter play. The moment felt perfect like it had been crafted just for you.

“Yeonwoo,” Yeosang began, his voice calm but deliberate. His deep brown eyes shifted from his daughter to you, then back again. “We need to talk to you about something important.”

Yeonwoo paused mid-pet, her wide, innocent eyes lifting to meet her father’s. She blinked, waiting, her stuffed rabbit clutched tightly against her chest.

You took a deep breath, reaching out to squeeze Yeosang’s hand.

“Sweetie,” you said gently, your voice soft but steady. “Your daddy and I… we love each other. We’ve talked about it, and we want to be a family. Together. Just the three of us.”

Yeonwoo’s eyes widened further, her tiny mouth forming an “O” of surprise. For a moment, she didn’t say anything, her gaze darting between you and her father before landing on Goober, who panted happily beside her. Then, with a sudden burst of energy, she scrambled to her feet and threw herself at Goober, hugging the dog tightly.

“That means you’ll stay with us forever, right?” she asked, her voice tinged with excitement. “You’ll be my new mommy? And Goober can be my pet?”

You glanced at Yeosang, your heart swelling at the sincerity in her question. He gave you a small, reassuring smile before nodding. “Yes, sweetheart. That’s exactly what it means.”

Yeonwoo squealed, burying her face in Goober’s fur. The dog, ever the gentle giant, let out a happy bark and wagged his tail furiously, clearly enjoying the attention. You laughed, your cheeks warm with emotion, and Yeosang pulled you closer, pressing a tender kiss to your temple.

“Thank you,” he murmured, his breath brushing against your hair. “For making this easy for her.”

You turned your head slightly, meeting his gaze.

“She’s not the only one who’s happy about this,” you replied, your voice teasing but laced with genuine affection. “I think I’ve wanted this just as much as she has.”

Yeosang’s lips curved into a smug grin, his dark eyes glinting with mischief.

“Oh, really?” he teased, his hand sliding down to rest on your thigh. “Want to prove it?”

Before you could answer, Yeonwoo chimed in, her little voice interrupting the moment. “Daddy, can we go to the park tomorrow? Please? It’s been ages since we played on the swings!”

Yeosang chuckled, ruffling her hair affectionately. “Of course, princess. As long as your new mommy agrees.”

Your cheeks flushed at the title, but you nodded quickly, unable to suppress a smile. “I’d love to. We’ll make it a family outing.”

Yeonwoo clapped her hands, her laughter ringing out like music. “Yay! Goober can come too!”

“Goober would never forgive us if we left him behind,” you agreed, laughing along with her.

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a golden glow over the yard, Yeosang stood up and offered you a hand.

“Come on,” he said, his voice low and inviting. “Let’s take these two inside. They’re going to get cold out here.”

You accepted his hand, letting him pull you to your feet. Yeonwoo grabbed her stuffed rabbit and Goober’s leash, already plotting their evening routine. The four of you walked into the house, the warmth of the day lingering in the air around you.

Once inside, Yeosang led you toward the kitchen, his fingers intertwined with yours.

“Have I told you how amazing you are?” he asked suddenly, his tone serious but his eyes sparkling with amusement.

You raised an eyebrow, leaning into him slightly. “Not recently, no. What brought this on?”

“Just thinking about how lucky I am,” he admitted, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You’ve made me a better man. A better father. I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’m never letting you go.”

Your breath hitched, your heart skipping a beat at his words.

“Yeosang…” you began, but he silenced you with a finger to your lips.

“Don’t say anything,” he instructed, his voice firm but gentle. “Just let me enjoy the moment.”

You nodded silently, your chest tight with emotion. Yeosang leaned down, capturing your lips in a slow, sweet kiss that sent a jolt of electricity through your body. When he pulled away, his gaze lingered on yours, hot and intense.

“I love you,” he says.

“I love you too,” you respond back, happy that you have a love like this.

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Photoshoot & Sex Tape

Summary: Photoshoot & Sex Tape with Taekook, Threesome

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader, Taehyung x Reader, Jungkook x Taehyung

Rating: 18+

Genre: Smut

WC: 3,751

Warning: daddy kink, kissing, swearing, y/n is on the pill, oral ( m&f receiving), nipple play, handjob, blow job, fingering, spanking, hair pulling, choking, anal sex, double penetration, grinding, threesome, doggy style, vibrator, dildo, bxb, face sitting

~ Y/n's POV ~

I am here in my house getting ready for my boyfriends Jungkook and Taehyung to come, we are in a poly relationship and let me tell you, we love it, and the sex is really great.

I am wearing a red lingerie with a matching red silk robe, once I finished getting ready, I heard the doorbell rang, walked out of my room to the front door, looked in the intercom screen that is on the wall and saw Jungkook and Taehyung. I opened the door, smiled at them and said " Hey, come in. "

I opened the door wide, they walked in, I closed the door behind them, looked at the guys, Jungkook walked in front of me, leaned in and kissed my lips. I kissed him back, he deepened the kiss, I felt Taehyung kissed the left side of my neck, he sucked on the skin, Jungkook squeezed my ass which made me moan against the kiss.

Taehyung pulled away from my neck, I pulled away from the kiss, looked at him, he leaned in, kissed my lips, I kissed him back, Jungkook cupped my boobs with his hands, and squeezed them. Leave wet kisses on my right side of my neck, I moaned against the kiss, our tongues fought for dominance, he pulled away from the kiss and said " Come on, let's take this to your room. "

Jungkook pulled away, I looked at them, noticed that they have cameras with them, and said " Why do you have cameras? "

They both smirked and Taehyung said " We want to take some pictures and make a sex tape. "

Jungkook nod his head, I blushed and he said " What do you think? We don't have to do it if you don't want to. "

" No, I want to. "

" Alright, let's go. "

We walked over to my room, Taehyung closed the door behind us, Jungkook looked at me, wrapped his arms around my waist, leaned in and kissed my lips. I kissed him back, he deepened the kiss, bring his hands down to my ass, squeezed and spanked it which made me moan against the kiss.

He pulled away from the kiss, looked at me and said " Taehyung is going to take pictures and I am going to record, okay? "

I nod my head and said " Okay. "

" If you feel uncomfortable about this, just say your safe word and we'll stop. " Taehyung said.

" Okay, before we start, can you two take off your shirts? "

Jungkook and Taehyung took off their shirts, threw them across the room, got their cameras ready, looked at me and Jungkook said " You ready? "

" Yes. "

I played with my robe belt, looked at the cameras, slowly untied the robe, threw it across the room, run my hands up and down my body, swayed my hips, cupped my boobs and squeezed them.

The guys bite their bottom lips and Taehyung said " Turn around, let's see your ass. "

I turned around, felt their hands rubbed my ass, they gave it a squeeze and a spank, they moved their hands away, and began taking pictures of me. I walked over to the nightstand, grabbed my vibrator and dildo, set them down on the bed, turned around to look at them, took off my bra and threw it across the room.

They walked over to me, cupped my boobs with their hands, squeezed it, gently pulled on my nipples, I bite my bottom lip, and they moved their hands away from my boobs. I laid down on the bed, they got on the bed with me, Jungkook on my left and Taehyung on my right, Taehyung set the camera on the nightstand, Jungkook gave me the video camera, and I flipped the screen to show the guys.

They looked at each other, leaned in, kissed, I licked and bite my bottom lip, looked at them with lust in my eyes, they run their fingers through their hair, and let out a moan against the kiss.

They pulled away from the kiss, looked at me, hovered me, kissed my neck, leave wet kisses up and down, sucked on the skin, I let out a moan and they leave wet kisses down to my chest.

Licked my nipples, flicked their tongues, sucked on my nipples, I moaned their names, they spread my legs open, Jungkook rubbed my clit, I moaned again and said " That feels so good. "

They moved their mouths away from my boobs, Jungkook moved his thumb away from my clit, he grabbed the video camera from me, Taehyung grabbed the camera, he looked at me and said " Use the vibrator. "

I grabbed the vibrator, bring it up to my mouth, licked the tip, bring it down to my clothed pussy, moved it up and down slowly, the guys looked at me with lust in their eyes and Jungkook said " Take off your thong. "

Set the vibrator to aside, took off my thong, threw it across the room, spread my legs, grabbed the dildo, bring it to my mouth, and licked the shaft to the tip. I insert the dildo in my mouth, slowly sucked on it, looked at the guys who were biting their bottom lip while rubbing my thighs, and I let out a low moan against the dildo.

I moved the dildo out of my mouth, bring it down to my pussy, slowly insert it, fucked myself, grabbed the vibrator, turned it on and set it on my clit. I leaned my head back, let out a moan, heard Taehyung said " Oh fuck. "

I looked at the guys, they palmed their hardness, I fucked myself faster, insert the dildo deeper, Jungkook put the level of the vibrator up and said " Oh fuck. "

" Yes, keep going. " The guys said.

" Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum. " I moaned and fucked myself faster.

" Yes, keep going baby. Cum for us. " Taehyung said.

I moaned their names, cummed on the dildo, turned the vibrator off, set it aside on the bed, took the vibrator out of my pussy, Taehyung put his camera on the bed, Jungkook gave me the video camera, and took the dildo.

I recorded them as they are licking my juices off the dildo, they let out a moan, their tongues touched together, and Jungkook gave him a kiss. Taehyung kissed him back, Jungkook set the dildo down on the bed, run his fingers through Taehyung's hair, they are having a heated make out session, they pulled away from the kiss and looked at me.

They got in between my legs, leave wet kisses up and down my thighs, kissed their way up to my inner thighs, spit on my clit, and took turns licking my clit. Jungkook insert two fingers inside my pussy, began to finger fuck me, Taehyung sucked on my clit, I bring my hand to the back of his head and moved his head closer to my clit.

Jungkook fingered me deeper, insert another finger, looked at me, leaned in, licked and sucked my nipple, I moved my hand away from Taehyung's hair, and grabbed the camera.

I bring my hand to the back of Jungkook's head, moved him close, moaned out loud, Taehyung flicked his tongue faster on my clit, and Jungkook fingered me faster.

" Oh fuck, keep going. That feels so good. " I moaned and grind against Jungkook's fingers.

" Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum. " I moaned out loud.

The wetness of my pussy echoed the room, Jungkook moved his mouth away from my boob, looked at me and said " Cum for us Jagiya. Come on. "

Taehyung moaned against my clit, I leaned my head back, moaned out loud, Jungkook kissed my neck, I clenched my pussy against Jungkook's fingers, Taehyung moaned again and I cummed against Jungkook's fingers.

He pulled them out, Taehyung's mouth left my clit, Jungkook bring his fingers to his mouth, licked and sucked on them. He let out a low moan, moved them out of his mouth, Taehyung leaned in, kissed his lips, Jungkook kissed him back, they pulled away, and took turns kissing me.

Taehyung pulled away from the kiss, grabbed the video camera from me, got off the bed, and put the camera in the floor tripod. Jungkook got off the bed, he and Taehyung undressed themselves, Jungkook cupped Taehyung's face, they kissed, bring their hands down and slowly stroke each other.

They moaned against the kiss, I cupped my boobs with my hands, squeezed them, gently pulled on my nipples, they pulled away from the kiss, walked over to the bed and laid down between me.

I am in the middle with Jungkook on my left and Taehyung on my right, I grabbed their dicks, jerked them off, and they took turns kissing me. They kissed my neck, leave wet kisses down on my chest, licked and sucked on my nipples, I let out a moan and jerked them off a little faster.

" Oh fuck, Y/n. " The guys moaned.

Their tongues flicked on my nipples, I let out a moan, Taehyung fingered my pussy while Jungkook rubbed my clit, I arched my back, and we all moaned each other's names.

We all cummed, Taehyung moved his fingers out of my pussy, Jungkook stopped rubbing my clit, Taehyung licked and sucked on his fingers, I scooped up their cum with my hands, bring them up and licked the cum off.

I told Jungkook to lay next to Taehyung, I moved out of the way, Jungkook laid down next to Taehyung, I go in between Jungkook's legs, grabbed his dick, licked the shaft to the tip, insert his dick in my mouth, and gave him a blow job.

Felt Jungkook's hand on the back of my head, I closed my eyes, felt him at the back of my throat, heard Taehyung moan, I opened my eyes, and saw Jungkook jerking Taehyung off.

I let out a moan against Jungkook's dick, Jungkook and Taehyung looked at each other, leaned in and kissed. They moaned against the kiss, I moved my mouth away from Jungkook's dick, jerked him off, and bite my bottom lip while looking at them kiss.

They pulled away from the kiss, Jungkook jerked off Taehyung faster, he leaned his head back, moaned and said " Oh fuck. "

Jungkook leave wet kisses up and down Taehyung's neck, I insert Jungkook's dick in my mouth, deep throat him, felt Jungkook bring his hand to the back of my head, and I let out a moan against his dick.

I heard Jungkook said to Taehyung " Does that feel good baby? "

" Yes, * Moaned * it feels so good. "

Jungkook thrust his hips, moaned and said " Fuck, Y/n. Your mouth feels so fucking good. "

Jungkook and Taehyung moaned louder and said " Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum. "

I moaned against Jungkook's dick, he cummed in my mouth, I moved my mouth away from his dick, swallowed his cum, moved out of the way, Jungkook and I laid in between Taehyung's legs.

I grabbed Taehyung's dick, Jungkook and I licked the shaft of Taehyung's dick, we took turns giving him a blow job, he moaned our names, and I felt Jungkook fingered my pussy from behind which made me moan against Taehyung's dick.

" Oh fuck! "

I moved my mouth away from Taehyung's dick, Jungkook took my place, he fingered me a little deeper and faster, he moved his fingers out of my pussy, I got up, and laid next to Jungkook.

Cupped his face, kissed his lips, he kissed me back, our tongues fought for dominance, Taehyung moaned against the kiss, I pulled away from the kiss, leave wet kisses up and down his neck.

" I want you to sit on my face baby. "

I got up, sat down on his face, he licked and kissed my inner thighs, licked and sucked on my clit, bring his hands up, cupped my boobs and gave it a squeeze.

He moaned against my clit, gently pulled on my nipples, I moaned, hold onto the headboard, he bring his hands down, squeezed and spanked my ass.

I grind against his face, we both moaned, felt Jungkook squeezed and spanked my ass, Taehyung smacked his lips on my clit, flicked his tongue, I closed my eyes and said " Oh fuck! "

We both cummed, I got off his face, laid down next to him, Jungkook hovered me, leaned in, kissed my lips, I kissed him back, our tongues fought for dominance, he pulled away, looked at me and said " Remember your safe word. "

I nod my head and said " Yes, Daddy. "

He insert his dick inside my pussy, thrust his hips, my boobs bounced up and down, Taehyung licked and sucked on my right nipple. I let out a moan, his mouth left my boob with a pop, looked at me, leaned in and kissed my lips, I kissed him back, and our tongues fought for dominance.

He pulled away from the kiss, got off the bed, walked over to my side, he looked at me, slowly stroked his dick, I looked at his dick, grabbed it, insert his dick in my mouth, and gave him a blow job.

Felt his hand go behind my head, he thrust his hips, felt him at the back of my throat, Jungkook grabbed my legs, wrapped them around his torso, fucked me deeper and faster. With my free hand I bring it down to Taehyung's balls, gave it a gentle squeeze, felt Jungkook leave wet kisses down to my chest, licked and sucked on them.

He moaned against my boob, our skins slapped against each other echoing the room along with our moans, I choked on Taehyung's dick, he leaned his head back, and said " Fuck! You feel so fucking good. "

The headboard banged on the wall, I moved my mouth away from Taehyung's dick, jerked him off, Jungkook's mouth left my boob with a pop, and he unwrapped my legs away from his torso.

Jungkook wrapped his hand around my neck, choked me, I moaned out loud, he fucked me deeper, kissed my lips, I kissed him back, he pulled away from the kiss, and choked me a little harder.

I gave Taehyung a blow job, Jungkook let go of my neck, grabbed my vibrator, turned it on, and set it on my clit. I moaned against Taehyung's dick, he thrust his hips, moaned my name, I closed my eyes and choked on his dick.

We all cummed, Jungkook and Taehyung pulled out, I swallowed Taehyung's cum, he took Jungkook's place, slowly insert his dick inside me, thrust his hips and I wrapped my arms around his neck.

Jungkook laid down next to me, he jerked himself off, Taehyung kissed my lips, I kissed him back, our tongues fought for dominance, I bring my hand up to his hair, and gently pulled on it which made him moan against the kiss.

I bring my hands down to his back, rake my nails up and down, he moved back, cupped my boobs with his hands and gently pulled on my nipples. We looked at each other with lust in our eyes, he moved his fingers away from my nipples, grabbed the vibrator, turned it on and rest it on my clit.

" Oh fuck!!! Yess. " I moaned out loud.

" You like that baby? " Taehyung said.

" Yes, Daddy. "

He put the vibrator level higher and said " I didn't hear you. "

" Yes, Daddy! "

Jungkook let out a moan as he stroke himself faster, Taehyung wrapped his hand around my neck, choking me and talked dirty to me.

" Fuck her harder baby. " Jungkook said to Taehyung.

Taehyung fucked me harder and faster, Jungkook moved his hand away from his dick, switched his position, moved the vibrator away from my clit and turned it off.

Jungkook set the vibrator aside, leaned down, licked and sucked on my clit, Taehyung leaned in, kissed my lips, I kissed him back and we both moaned against the kiss.

Taehyung pulled away from the kiss, fucked me deeper, I fisted the bed sheets, Jungkook's mouth left my clit, he grabbed the vibrator, turned it on and rest it on my clit.

" Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum. " I moaned.

" Cum for me baby, come on. "

He fucked me faster, we both cummed, he pulled out, our cum leaked out of my pussy, Jungkook licked it all up, and let out a moan. He moved his mouth away from my clit, laid down, looked at me and said " Come here. "

I straddled his lap, cupped his face with my hands, kissed his lips, he kissed me back, he insert his dick inside my pussy, and we both moaned against the kiss. I rode him up and down, pulled away from the kiss, grind against him, rest my hands on his chest, he leaned his head back and said " Oh fuck. "

I felt Taehyung leave wet kisses on my back, Jungkook thrust his hips, heard Taehyung put on a condom and said " Spread her ass for me Kook? "

Jungkook stop thrusting his hips, spread my ass cheeks, felt Taehyung put some lube in my asshole, and slowly insert his dick inside my asshole. I let out a gasp, once he's all inside me, he gave my cheek a kiss, thrust his hips slowly, I let out a moan, Jungkook cupped my boobs with his hands, squeezed it and gently pulled on my nipples.

" Oh fuck! " I moaned.

Jungkook moved his hands away from my boobs, thrust his hips to match Taehyung's pace, I turned my head to look at Taehyung, he wrapped his hand on my neck, leaned in and kissed my lips.

I kissed him back, he pulled away from the kiss, they fucked me faster, Taehyung kissed my neck, I moaned their names out loud, Taehyung wrapped his hand around my neck, and choked me.

He whispered sweet nothings in my ear, Jungkook rubbed my clit with his thumb, we room echoed with our moans, Jungkook fucked me deeper, Taehyung let go of my neck and leave wet kisses.

The guys moaned my name, I closed my eyes, Taehyung spanked my ass, I moaned out loud and said " Oh fuck!! "

" Yes, moan for us baby. Come on. " Jungkook moaned.

We cummed, Taehyung pulled out, I got off Jungkook, go in between his legs, wrapped my hand around his dick and licked the shaft to the tip. Gave him a blow job, felt Taehyung leave wet kisses down my back, kissed his way down to the bottom of my spine, he squeezed and spanked my ass.

I let out a moan against Jungkook's dick, Taehyung spanked my ass again, rest his hands on my hips, insert his dick inside my pussy, and thrust his hips.

Jungkook bring his hand to the back of my head, I deep throat him, choked on his dick, Taehyung fucked me deeper and faster. I moaned against Jungkook's dick, Taehyung spanked my ass hard which echoed the room, I closed my eyes, Taehyung spanked my ass and said " Fuck, your ass is all red. "

We all cummed, Taehyung pulled out, I moved my mouth away from Jungkook's dick, swallowed his cum, looked at him, he played with his lip piercing and said " Come here. "

I hovered him, he cupped my face with his hands, kissed my lips, I kissed him back, he pulled away from the kiss, I looked at Taehyung, he leaned in and kissed my lips, I kissed him back, he pulled away from the kiss, looked Jungkook and said " Go on all fours for me. "

Jungkook nod his head, I got off Jungkook, he go on all fours, Taehyung put on a condom, spanked Jungkook's ass, and slowly insert his dick inside which made Jungkook let out a gasp.

Taehyung rest his hands on Jungkook hips, thrust his hips, Jungkook fisted the bed sheets, bite his bottom lip and let out a moan. I grabbed my dildo, insert it inside my pussy, fucked myself, grabbed the vibrator, turned it on and set it on my clit.

I let out a moan as I'm watching Taehyung fucked Jungkook, he fucked him faster, Jungkook moaned and said " Oh fuck, that feels so fucking good. "

" You love this, don't you? "

" Yes, I fucking love it Daddy. "

" I love it when you call me Daddy. "

Jungkook looked at me and said " Fuck yourself faster for me baby. "

I fucked myself faster, Taehyung pulled on Jungkook's hair, wrapped his hand around his neck, choked him and he whispered sweet nothings in his ear, they moaned each other's names and I put the level of the vibrator higher.

Taehyung unwrapped his hand away from Jungkook's neck, the room echoed with our moans and skins slapping against each other, I arched my back and fucked myself faster.

A few minutes later, we all cummed, I turned off the vibrator, set it aside, pulled the dildo out of my pussy, Taehyung pulled out his dick out of Jungkook, took off the condom and laid down on the bed on his back.

Jungkook put on a condom, hovered Taehyung, leaned in, kissed his lips, he kissed him back, they had a heated make out session, Jungkook pulled away from the kiss, and insert his dick inside Taehyung.

He thrust his hips, Taehyung wrapped his hand around his dick, jerked himself off, I looked at them with lust in my eyes, Jungkook wrapped his hand around Taehyung's neck, and choked him.

I looked at Taehyung's dick, moved his hand away, wrapped my hand around his dick, jerked him off, he moaned, I kissed his lips, and he kissed me back. I pulled away from the kiss, leave wet kisses on his neck, jerked him off faster, and Taehyung moaned louder.

" Oh fuck! "

" Yes, yes, fuck! " Jungkook moaned.

They both cummed, I licked Taehyung's dick, swallowed his cum, Jungkook pulled out of Taehyung, took off the condom, the guys took turns kissing me, Jungkook looked at me and said " Come on, let's go take a shower. "

We got off the bed, walked over to the bathroom, took a shower, do our routine, walked out of the bathroom, changed, and cleaned up the room. We laid down in bed with Jungkook on my left and Taehyung on my right, they gave me a kiss, and we said goodnight to each other and fell asleep.

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