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heâs a good time, cowboy casanova!
pair: cowboy!logan howlett x fem!reader
wc: 9.4k
contains: 18+ SMUT MDNI, alternate universe/no powers, swearing, drinking, smoking, probably some inaccuracies about ranch life idk i haven't been around a horse in like two years, logan working a lasso yes god, age gap (Logan is mid-40s, reader is early-20s), THE COWBOY HAT RULE RAAAHHH, nasty dirty talk, i was so horny for kissing when i was writing this jesus, p in v, unprotected sex (do as sex ed tells you, not as i write), semi-public sex, riding, creampie, some emotional constipation cause itâs me, porn with a little too much plot, no use of y/n.
natâs note: another purely self indulgent work...i just fucking love cowboys what can i say. it's practically ingrained in me by this point. logan would never dance but like who cares he's my barbie i can make him do whatever i want! kisses <3
dividers by angel @saradika-graphics!
a cowboy and the governorâs daughter walk into a barn...
The ranch is alive like you've never seen before, almost every acre lit up in celebration of your father's recent inauguration.
Twinkling lights strung around the barn's ceiling cast a warm orange glow all around you, flickering like fireflies on a summer night.
People are everywhereâlaughing, mingling, drinking. Their faces both familiar and new, dressed in everything from head-to-toe denim to their Sunday best.
The lively music from the band floats through the space, couples on the makeshift dance floor twirling to the familiar twang of an acoustic guitar.
You take it all in from your spot against the wall, drink in hand as your eyes scan the room.
You did your share of mingling earlier in the evening, greeting the higher-upâs in your city with hugs and thanks.
You posed for pictures thatâll be splashed across the front pages of Mondayâs paper, listened to your fatherâs speech as you stood by his side with a smile.
This is the first moment you've gotten to yourself since the ball started, one you've spent in content silence while enjoying the perks of an open bar.
"What's a pretty thing like you doing all by your lonesome?"
The honeyed rasp of a voice filtering in from your left paired with the jingling sound of spurs against the soft ground grabs your attention.
At first, you turn ready to greet a stray boutique or feedstore owner you may have missed earlier. Youâre pleasantly surprised to see Marie sauntering towards you instead, a bright grin on her face that makes you smile right back.
Marie was one of the first people you met after moving to Texas at the beginning of your father's campaign, and you've only gotten closer since she started as a ranch hand down at Blackbird.
Her unruly red curls spill out from under her Stetson, the bouncy strands swinging in time with the white fringe of her show-shirt as she opens her arms.
"Thought you might have gotten lost in all the fancy folk," she teases, nearly crushing you with the strength of her hug.
You laugh as you hug her back, the warmth of her embrace a welcome interruption to your moment of peace and quiet. Her scent wraps around you, the familiar dust and lavender that's seeped into her clothes.
"Definitely not lost," you say, stepping back to meet her gaze. "Just taking it all in."
Marie smirks, leaning a shoulder against the wall beside you, crossing her arms as she watches the crowd.
"Sure is a good night for it," she says, glancing over at you with a glint of mischief in her eyes. "Lookin' for anyone in particular? A nice night cap?"
You snort, taking another sip of your drink. Marie has always been more invested in your love life than you, hand picking guys from around town she deems worthy enough of your attention.
You know she means well, and it's almost as endearing as it is pesky, so you let her play matchmaker from time to time.
âI donât need a night cap,â you laugh, shaking your head sluggishly. "Iâm perfectly fine spending tonight alone."
Before Marie can respond, a stir from outside filters in. Loud cheers and hollers, hooves beating against dirt, the distinct whistle of a lasso slicing through the air.
Marie practically squeals, excitedly bouncing on the balls of her feet as she peers through the barn doors. âItâs starting!â
You donât have time to ask what âitâ is before sheâs snatching up your wrist and turning to haul you outside.
"Marie! Where the hell are we going?" You practically trip over your own feet trying to keep up with her, your drink splashing up against the rim of your glass precariously.
Marie laughs as she pulls you out into the cool evening air, her boots crunching on the gravel as she drags you toward the commotion. âYouâll see!â
You weave through the crowd forming around the training ring, Marieâs grip still tight around your wrist as she pushes toward the front until youâre right up against the railing.Â
You peer over it, eyes adjusting to the floodlights surrounding the ring, illuminating the clouds of dust kicked up by the different ranch hands perched on horses.
A few riders take turns showing off their skills, each of them in the same show-shirt as Marie, expertly swinging lassos and wrangling cattle with practiced ease.
The energy is contagious, and you find yourself smiling, soaking in the excitement pulsing through the crowd.
Marie leans closer, her voice low and laced with something knowing. âJust wait for it, honey. Itâs about to get good.â
You give her a puzzled look, but sheâs already grinning ear to ear, her attention fully focused on a new rider that chargers into the ring.
You follow her gaze, and your breath catches in your throat.
He rides in like he owns the place, his coal black horse cutting through the fog of dirt like a shadow, sleek and powerful beneath him.
A black Stetson sits low over his face, casting shadows that only add to the rugged allure of his jawline, a jawline that could cut glass.Â
As he leans forward to grab the rope tossed at him by one of the other riders, his muscles flex, a kind of strength that isnât there for show, but for real work.
His show-shirt is stretched over the width of his chest, over broad shoulders that look like they were carved from stone, made for lifting hay bales and hundred pound feed bags.
The sleeves rolled up to expose forearms dusted with dark hair and more than a few scars. His gloved hands rest on the reins with an ease that tells you heâs more than familiar on a saddle.
Heâs not the flashiest rider, but thereâs something commanding in his presence as he races his horse towards the steer, lasso circling high above his head.
He doesnât even look like heâs trying to put on a showâhe is the show.
Marieâs grip on your wrist tightens, and she leans in again, her voice loud enough to be heard over the crowd.
âThatâs Logan,â she says, practically glowing with pride. âHeâs the foreman down at Blackbird, might just be the best damn cowboy in the whole state.â
You blink, hardly able to tear your gaze away from Logan, whoâs riding like heâs part of the horse, one seamless, commanding figure cutting through the chaos in the ring.Â
His focus is sharp, and as his lasso snaps through the air, catching the steers back leg in a clean loop, the crowd erupts in applause.
A satisfied smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, a glimmer of amusement flashing beneath the shadow of his hat.
Marie nudges you, her grin widening as she catches the look on your face. âTold you he was worth watching,â she teases, winking. âAnd heâs got a bit of a reputation for beinâ hard to impressâone of those strong, silent types, yâknow?â
You roll your eyes, but your heart beats a little faster as Logan turns his horse, his gaze sweeping over the crowd before it lands on you.
Your cheeks warm under his stare, trying to subtly make out the different features of his face from this far. His head tilts just slightly, as if heâs sizing you up from across the ring.
For a second, it feels like the two of you are the only ones there. The cheers from the audience dulling into white noise all around you, everything in your peripheral blurring togetherâeverything but him.
âHeâs goodâŚâ Your voice has gone light, airy as you watch Logan turn his horse back to lead the steer into the ring's stall with all the others.Â
Marie's grin only widens as she leans against the post, clever eyes trained on the side of your face. "You still 'perfectly find spendin' the night alone'?"
You don't respond, too busy watching the strong muscle of Logan's back ripple under his shirt as he rides out of the ringâto your complete dismayâalmost as fast as he rode in.
You're only snapped out of your trance when you can't make out his silhouette any longer. The crowd around you dissipates, filtering back into the barn while you're stuck to the fence straining your eyes for broad shoulders and a black cowboy hat.
âShowâs over, sugar.â Marie says with a snort, gently tugging you away from the post. âCome on, letâs get you another drink.â
You lost your company ten minutes ago, but you knew you didnât stand a chance when Remy found the two of you huddled at the bar.
Sheepishly coming up to Marie with his hat in his hand, pressing it to his chest as he asked her for a dance.
You waved them off with a smile, assuring Marie you'd be fine on your own for a couple songs.
It gave you a chance to step out for some fresh air, to lean against the side of the barn and sneak a cigarette while your father was busy dancing with the town's best real estate agent money can buy.
You take a slow drag, eyes peering up at the stars so you can trace the constellations. You think that this might just be your favorite part of the move.Â
Nevada has never been known for its clear skies, you can count the times youâd been able to see the stars on one hand.
You still remember the first night after you settled into your new house, the stress of the move and your fathers inauguration weighed on you enough that sleep was hard to come by.Â
You finally crept out of bed around three, climbing over your balcony to perch yourself on the roof, carton of cigarettes and a lighter shoved in the waistband of your shorts.
The first time you looked out over the horizon was like stepping into a whole new world.
The stars had never felt so close, hung through the air like diamonds. So bright against the vast nothingness that stretched out beyond the too-big ranch house on the too-many acres the state appointed you and your father.Â
It was like you could almost reach out and touch them, pluck them from the sky like fruit off a tree.
Youâd been used to the city lights, the constant hum of noise that swallowed up the stars, but here? It was different.Â
The air smelled of dust and rainwater, and the silence was louder than anything youâd ever known.
You remember the deep, quiet hum of the night, almost like it was waiting for you to catch up, to adjust to the new rhythm of the world you were suddenly a part of.
It was a moment of peace, a brief stillness from the mess crowding your head, and you found comfort in that isolation.
You take another long drag, letting the smoke curl around your fingers, the orange embers glowing bright against the darkness.
As the faint scent of tobacco mixes with the cool air, you find that same sense of peace returning, the same stillness settling over your chest.
You tilt your head back to rest on the barn, eyes fluttering shut as you let the crisp breeze lull you into its serenity.
"Those'll kill you, y'know."
A voice comes from just over your shoulder, warm and low. A smooth drawl ringing out from the shadows.
You slip your eyes open, expecting to see one of the older ranch hands or maybe even a city official looking to lecture the governor's kid.Â
It takes you a second, but the black Stetson and squared shoulders register quickly enoughâLogan.Â
You nearly swallow your tongue, eyes widening as you take in the way he leans against the barn a few feet away from you. You donât know how long heâs been standing there, watching you.Â
The moonlight dances across his face, highlighting the rough line of his jaw and the confident tilt of his smirk.
âI didnât think cowboys were oneâs for giving lectures.â Youâre shocked at the stillness of your voice, the beat of your heart picking up the tiniest bit.
Loganâs smirk only widens as he pushes off the wall, gravel crunching under his boots as he makes his way over to you, slow and deliberate. Heâs still dressed in the same outfit from before, a lasso still coiled in one hand.
He comes to a stop next to you, leaning his shoulder just inches from yours. "Not usually. But when I see a pretty girl puffin' away on somethin' that's bound to ruin her, I make an exception."
You smirk, lifting the cigarette to your lips again just to make a point, even as your pulse jumps a little under his gaze. "Guess we all have our vices.â You say, blowing out the smoke slowly, watching the way his gaze tracks its lazy drift.
Loganâs eyes trail back to yours, and you can see the color of them now that heâs closer. A mix of different greens and browns fading together, like a forest in the thick of summer.
The lightest dusting of freckles decorate the bridge of his nose, trailing along his cheeks until they disappear under his beard, a product of being out in the sun so often.
Youâre struck by how pretty he is, all long lashes and red lips.
Well, pretty for a cowboy anyway.
âYou plan on sharinâ?â
You canât stop the laugh that bubbles from your chest, brow raising skeptically. âThatâs a little hypocritical, donât you think?â
Logan just shrugs, a lazy half-smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. âI reckonâ itâs rude to let a lady smoke alone.â
You huff lightly, reaching into the pocket of your dress. You flick the top of your Marlboros open, slipping a cigarette out and offering it to Logan silently.Â
He takes it, his fingers brushing against yours enough to send a spark through you. It travels up your arm and all around your shoulders to seep down through your entire body, resting in your stomach to swirl through the heat simmering there.
âGot a light?â He asks, words muffled around the filter.
You roll your eyes, but reach back into your pocket regardless. Logan leans closer as you flip your zippo open, taking his hat off to cover the side of his face, blocking the flame from the lazy breeze.
Your heart stutters in your chest as he nears closer. You didnât expect heâd want you to light it for him. You will your hand to steady as you raise the flame to the tip, holding it close enough that the small light illuminates his face.
The intoxicating mix of leather and musk invades your senses. You fight the urge to lean into it entirely, to close the gap.
When the flame flickers and catches the end of his cigarette, Logan pulls back, taking a languid drag, the embers glowing between his lips.
His eyes don't leave yours as he exhales deeply, the smoke curling from his lips in slow tendrils. You canât tell if itâs the nicotine or the way heâs looking at you thatâs making your head spin.
You break eye contact, feeling the flush creeping up your neck, and lean back against the barn to cool yourself off. Logan leans beside you, a comfortable silence settling over the two of you, just the soft crackling of cigarettes and distant music filling the space between.
Logan puts his hat back on, his voice breaking through the quiet as he does. âYouâre Governor Wrightâs daughter, ain't you?â
You nod slowly, exhaling another long plume of smoke. Itâs still weird hearing it out loud. âI am.â
Logan hums, turning his head to face you again. The silver moonlight catching the glint in his eye.
âSaw your picture in the paper.â His gaze rakes from the top of your head, all the way down to the tips of your boots. âLooked real nice.â
The air feels heavier as Loganâs eyes travel over you, lingering just long enough to make your skin tingle, before meeting your gaze again. His eyes hold a hint of amusement, the green of them darker than before. The heat swims through you faster, stronger.
âCongratulations.â He adds, almost like an afterthought. A quick pivot to take some attention away from how his eyes swept over your body so shamelessly.
You snort before you can stop yourself. If you had a dollar for every time youâve heard that over the past few weeks. âYeah,â you say, kicking at some rocks near your feet. âThank you.â
You can see the way Loganâs brow raises out of the corner of your eye, his gaze burning a hole along your profile.
âDonât sound too excited,â he comments, exhaling lazily. âThat why youâre hidinâ out here?â
You shrug, leaning back against the barn and tapping your cigarette to shake off some ash. âMaybe I just like the quiet,â you say. âOr maybe Iâm avoiding another round of âhow proud are you of your daddyâ small talk.â
Logan stays quiet, and you feel the overwhelming need to explain yourself. A need to fill the silence, like heâs some kind of magnet that soothes the truth from people.
You sigh, turning your eyes to the dark sky again. âIâm happy for my dad, of course I am butâŚâ You trail off, searching for the right words. âItâs just a lot.â
He chuckles lightly, a low rumble that feels more real than the sounds of laughter from inside the barn. âHell, I donât blame you,â he says, his eyes flicking up to the stars too. âNothinâ wrong with takin' a breather now and then.â
You both stand there in comfortable silence, the night stretching out around you, as vast and open as the sky above. You let yourself study Logan out of the corner of your eye, noticing the way he seems at ease, like heâs as much a part of this land as the grass and stars.
Finally, he looks over, and you feel that sharp gaze settle on you again. âYou keep starinâ like that,â he says, a teasing note creeping into his voice, âIâm gonna start thinkinâ youâre more interested in somethin' other than the stars.â
Your mouth drops open slightly, heat rushing to your ears as you search for something to say.
Loganâs smirk widens as he catches the way your breath stutters, and for a moment, the silence is thick, the air between you charged.Â
You force a laugh, trying to play it off, but itâs weak, and you can feel the heat creeping up your neck again. "Iâ"
Back inside the barn, the band switches songs, saving you from your embarrassment. A softer melody floats through the air, slow and sweet as molasses. Itâs muffled enough that it sounds almost hazy, like a soundtrack to the most wonderful dreams.
Logan turns to watch the shadows move in the light spilling through the open doors. Couples pairing off, taking to the dancefloor. All warm embraces and slow moving circles, swaying to the gentle beat.
He turns back to you, running his thumb over the coarse lasso in his hand. âCare for a dance?â
You raise your brow, skepticism written all over your face. âI donât really do that.â
Logan doesnât back down, tilting his head with an easy grin. âSeems like a waste not dancinâ in a dress like that.â
You canât fight the smile that tugs your lips up, shaking your head with a quiet laugh as you peer down at the nice floral fabric of your sundress. The wind makes it swish along your sides, the flowy fabric swaying over the knee of your boots.
âMaybe another time, Logan.â You try to ignore how good his name feels rolling off your tongue.
He takes one last drag off his cigarette before heâs stubbing it out on the worn leather of his belt and slipping the butt in his jean pocket. Itâs both the strangest and most endearing thing youâve ever seenâa cowboy that refuses to litter.
âWell Iâm gonna have to insist.â He crosses his arms over his chest, straining the fabric around his biceps. Thereâs a challenge in his eyes now, a dare.
âOh, youâre insisting, are you?â You repeat doubtfully, lolling your head to the side languidly, your hair flowing with it. âAnd how are you gonna do that?â
Logan doesnât answer with words, just raises his arm to start twirling his lasso through the air with a smug grin. He circles once, twice, three times before a deft flick of his wrist sends the rope across the way to you.Â
It slips over your shoulders, sliding down to catch on the curve of your hips.
You raise a brow, reluctant smile still playing on your lips. âDo you carry this thing with you everywhere you go?â
Logan cocks a brow, tugging on his end of the rope so it tightens around you, forcing you a step closer.
You stumble forward with a soft laugh, eyes darting up to meet Logan's. The lasso feels snug, but not tight enough to hurt, just enough to let you know heâs in control, and the thought sends a spark straight down to your core.
âYou sure you donât dance?â He tugs you a few steps closer, his smirk only deepening as he effortlessly reels you in.
You bite your lip to stifle a smile, shaking your head. âYou sure are persistent, Iâll give you that.â
Logan doesnât wait for you to say anything else, instead taking that final step forward. His grip tightens slightly on the lasso, pulling you closer until thereâs barely any space between you.Â
You can feel the warmth of his body through the thin fabric of your dress, his chest rising and falling with each slow, deliberate breath.
âSome would say itâs my best quality,â he teases quietly, voice dropping to something lower, like gravel and velvet. âNow, you gonna fight me the whole way through, or are we gonna dance?â
You glance up at him, your chest fluttering in spite of yourself. A thousand lame excuses run through your mind, but all you can manage is a breathless laugh, the sound caught somewhere between amusement and nerves.
âI guess I donât have much of a choice,â you murmur, hands tentatively coming to rest on his shoulders. âBut donât say I didnât warn you.â
Loganâs smile softens, his hand slinking around your hips to loosen the lasso, letting it slip down your legs so you can step out of it.
Big hands settle on your waist, brushing the soft fabric of your dress, sending a fresh wave of warmth through you. His touch is firm and gentle all at once, guiding you effortlessly into an easy sway.
The moment you fall into the rhythm of the music, your body moves naturally against Loganâs, and you can feel the charge between you intensify with each step.
His boots scrape against the dirt as he leads you in a slow, almost languid circle. Your feet match his without thinking, the sound of your boots in sync with the soft country tune playing from the barn.
âSee? Not so bad, huh?â His voice is low, a soft whisper against the backdrop of the music.
You nod slowly, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, the warmth of his body seeping into your skin. The rough scrape of his jeans against your bare legs sends a delicious shiver skittering up your spine.
âNot so bad,â you agree, your voice quieter now, the playful edge slipping away as something deeper stirs between you.
You tilt your head up, breath catching in your chest when you find him already looking down at you. His lips quirk up slightly, but thereâs a new intensity there now, something sharper than the teasing glimmer from before.
"Logan," you murmur, but your voice is barely a whisper, lost to the night air.
His free hand slides up the length of your spine, trailing along your neck until heâs cupping the side of your face. His thumb grazes your cheekbone with a gentleness you never thought men like him to be capable of.
The space between you shrinks even more as Logan dips his head, his nose brushing against yours in a featherlight touch that sends a shiver down your spine
âYou gonna tell me to stop?â He murmurs, his lips so close now you can feel the warmth of his breath ghosting over your skin.
Your throat works to form words, but theyâre gone, stolen by the way his hands slide a fraction lower on your waist, pulling you flush against him.Â
Your breath hitches again, and without thinking, you close the space, lips pressing against his, soft at first, unsure. Logan deepens it almost immediately, tugging you impossibly closer.
Itâs tenderâachingly so. Loganâs lips are surprisingly soft, he tastes like top-shelf whiskey and your Marlboro Golds. They mold to yours with a gentle pressure, warm and inviting. His hand on your face tilts your head slightly, angling you just right as his thumb continues to trace soft circles over your cheek.
The warmth of it spreads through you, settling low in your stomach, and you think you could stay like this the whole night, wrapped in the quiet safety of him.
All too soon, Loganâs pulling away. You whine pathetically, lips chasing his own. Youâd be embarrassed if it wasn't for the pure need coursing through you.
âYou were right,â he mutters lowly, running his thumb along the slick expanse of your bottom lip. âThis is a hell of a lot better than dancinâ.â
âShut up.â You drag him back down by the fistfuls of his shirt, your own lips hungrily seeking out his again.
This kiss is different, something filthier, something messier. Itâs like a dam breaking to let a rush of water break free, all the tension unraveling itself as you meet again.
The gentle tilt of Loganâs head changes, and when his teeth catch your bottom lip with just enough pressure, your knees feel dangerously close to buckling.
His hand slides down from your cheek, skimming your jawline before tangling into the hair at the nape of your neck. His tongue sweeps past your lips, and the taste of whiskey and smoke is heady, stronger, dizzying.
Loganâs mouth moves against yours with a confidence that makes your head spin, like he knows exactly what heâs doing to you.
You let out a soft, involuntary sound, and that only spurs him on, the hand in your hair tightening as he presses you back against the rough wood of the barn.
It digs into your body harshly, scratching at the bare skin of your shoulders and backs of your thighs. You hardly care.
Your hands come up to tangle in his hair, knocking his hat off so you can tug him closer as your tongues slide together lewdly. Logan groans into your mouth at the sting of his scalp, you can feel the rumble of it in your bones.Â
His beard scratches against your chin and cheeks so deliciously that you canât help but imagine where else it might rub your skin red and raw. The thought alone has a shudder running through you, your hips arching off the barn unconsciously.
The subtle grind when your hips slot together is enough to have Loganâs grip tightening around your hips. His fingers flexing where theyâre still tangled in your hair. You moan softly at the hard length tenting his jeans, pressing insistently against your lower stomach, big even trapped in the rough denim.
Your body reacts to the thick plane of heat almost viscerally, your pussy aching with the need to be filled.
When you finally break apart, itâs only because neither of you can breathe.
Logan pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, his forehead resting against yours, his chest rising and falling in heavy breaths that match your own. His pupils are blown wide, dark and intense. You dazedly think back to the sleek coat of his horse, black as ink and shining under the rings lights.Â
His lips are an angry red and slightly swollen, glistening in the pale moonlight, and the sight of himâdisheveled and wantingâsends another wave of heat blooming through your core to leak wet and sticky in your panties.
âYour daddy would shoot me between the eyes if he caught us like this, darlinâ.â
You hide your pleased smile in the crook of his neck, trailing soft kisses from his jaw to his ear. âThen we should find somewhere a little more private, shouldnât we?â
Logan groans, hands bunching the fabric of your dress in tight fists as your lips brush against the lobe of his ear with every word, teasing. âI reckonâ we should.â
You step back, fingers trailing down to toy with the shiny belt buckle sitting pretty on his waist. âLead the way.â
Logan smirks, tongue swiping along his bottom lip. âYes maâam.â
He bends to grab his hat from where it lays at his feet, pushing his hair away from his eyes before dropping it back on his head. His hand finds the small of your back, turning to lead you away from the barn.
You try not to notice how well it fits.Â
Turns out, âsomewhere a little more privateâ is just another barn. This one filled with stray mountains of hay and empty horse stalls instead of the watchful eyes of partygoers.
You canât bring yourself to care, not when Loganâs got you pressed to the closed door, his hands roaming down your body like heâs memorizing every curve, every dip.Â
âChrist, youâre somethinâ else,â Logan mutters, his voice thick with want as his lips ghost along the side of your neck, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses that make your knees shake.
His breath is hot against your ear when he adds, âBet youâre soaked for me already, arenât you, darlinâ?â
The rough pads of his fingers drag along your bare thighs as he hikes your dress higher, the fabric bunching at your waist. The cool air kisses your skin, but itâs nothing compared to the heat between your legs as his palms knead the soft flesh.Â
You bite your lip to stifle the embarrassing moan that threatens to escape, but he catches the sound anyway, pressing a cocky grin to the side of your cheek.
âCâmon, donât get shy on me now.â His hand slides between your thighs, calloused fingers brushing against the damp fabric of your panties.Â
The low groan that escapes him when he feels how wet you are is pure sin, vibrating against your neck as his fingers trace over the damp cotton. âFuck, barely touched you and youâre already drippinâ for me.â
âLoganââ You start, but your words dissolve into a sharp gasp as he hooks a finger beneath the fabric, pulling it to the side.
The first drag of his finger through your slick folds has your head falling back against the wall with a dull thud. A high moan falls from your parted lips, embarrassing and needy as your thighs clench around his wrist.
Logan just hums, pressing a kiss to the corner of your slack mouth. âIs she hurtinâ real bad, baby?â he asks softly, his thumb pressed over your pulsing clit. âJust gotta give you some sweet kisses and she gets all worked up, huh?â
Your only response is a breathless whimper, your fingers clutching at his shoulders for stability as he teases you with slow, torturous circles around your clit.
His thick pointer finger slides through the slick seam of your pussy, catching on your dripping entrance before itâs sinking to the knuckle in one slow thrust.Â
You arch into him, your hips rocking instinctively to take him deeper, desperate for more. His other hand comes up to cradle your face, his thumb brushing along your cheek as his gaze locks onto yours.Â
The intensity in his eyes makes your stomach flip, your breath hitching as he watches every little expression cross your face.
âThatâs it, darlinâ,â he coaxes, sliding his finger in and out at a maddeningly slow pace. âLook at you, so fuckinâ beautiful. Takinâ my fingers so good, baby.â
âPlease,â you gasp, the need in your voice making his smirk widen.
âPlease what?â he teases, curling his finger inside you and grinning when you nearly sob at the sensation. âGotta tell me what you want, sweetheart.â
You whimper, thighs trembling as you manage to stutter out, âKissâŚkiss me.â
Logan groans, brows twitching up like that wasnât what he was expecting to fall from your slick, kiss bitten lips. He doesnât waste a second, leaning in to capture your mouth with his in a kiss thatâs equal parts desperate and bruising.Â
His lips part against yours, tongue sliding in to meet yours, hot and eager, as he sinks a second finger inside your clenching hole.Â
The kiss deepens, becoming a rhythm of its own, each stroke of his tongue matching the languid thrust of his fingers.
Logan's lips move hungrily against yours, his pace never faltering even as his fingers curl inside you, searching, teasing, untilâthere.
The moment he brushes against that spot, your back arches off the barn wall, a sharp gasp tearing from your throat. He grins against your lips, breaking the kiss just long enough to murmur, âThere she is.â
The slick sound of his fingers pumping into you fills the quiet barn, mingling with your soft, breathy whimpers. His thumb circles your clit with devastating precision, each pass of his fingers inside you coaxing your body closer to the edge.
âYouâre squeezinâ me so tight, honey,â he groans, his voice rough and dripping with praise. âCan feel how close you are. Bet youâre gonna fall apart for me so pretty, arenât ya?â
You shake your head, your breath coming in soft pants. âNo.â Your hand snakes down to his wrist, halting his movements. âWanna finish with you inside me.â
Logan stills, his breath catching as your words hang heavy in the air. His fingers stay buried inside you, the slight curl of them making your thighs quake as his eyes search yours.
The fire there burns hotter now, feral and barely restrained.Â
âYeah?â The raw hunger in his voice makes your pulse spike. âYou want me inside you, huh? Wanna feel me stretch you open, baby?â
You nod eagerly, your chest heaving as his words fan the flames of your desire.Â
âAlright,â he mutters darkly, voice gone low and smoky. âIâll give you what you want.â
Logan slips his fingers from the warm grip of your pussy, the sudden emptiness stealing all the air from your lungs. You miss the stretch almost immediately, clenching around nothing with a soft moan.
He lifts his hand between you, his fingers glistening with your wetness in the dim light. âLook at that,â he says softly, almost in awe, before slipping his fingers into his mouth and groaning at the taste.
âFuck,â you whisper, your cheeks burning at the sight.Â
Logan catches your gaze, a wicked smirk spreading across his face as he leans in close. âCâmon,â he whispers softly against the skin of your neck, hands slipping around the backs of your thighs and squeezing gently. âUp.â
You hitch your legs up around his waist, a soft breath escaping you at the way he lifts you with ease, like you weigh nothing.
You canât help but run your hands over the thick muscle of his biceps as he walks you further into the barn, lips trailing wet kisses along where his shirtâs top button popped open, exposing more of his tan skin to your greedy eyes.
Logan falls back against a knocked over bale of hay, you feel the hot length of his hard cock grinding over the slick fabric of your panties as he positions you over his lap.
You waste no time, stray pieces of hay digging into your knees as your trembling hands reach for his buckle. Your fingers brush over the cool metal as you fumble sliding the worn leather through his belt loops.
Logan just watches you, leaning back on his forearms with a smirkâcool as ever.
Once his belt is undone and his zipper dragged down, you shove at his jeans, watching with a mix of anticipation and desire as his cock springs free, thick and heavy and already leaking for you.Â
Youâve heard the expression âhung like a horseâ countless times. You always thought it was a gross exaggeration, until now.
Loganâs hand glides down his stomach to start stroking himself lazily, his eyes never leaving yours. âBeen hard since the second I laid eyes on you tonight. Could barely keep my hands to myself, watchinâ you all dolled up like that. Drove me fuckinâ crazy.â
Your mouth waters with the need to taste, eyes tracking the thick line of pre-come leaking from his flushed tip.Â
The phantom ache in your jaw almost has you dropping to your stomach right there, but you know that your time here is limited, and you need Logan inside of you more than anything.
You lean back, lifting your legs so you can shimmy your soaked panties down and off, tossing them behind you haphazardly the same way you tossed his belt.
His eyes are locked onto yours as you crawl back towards him, situating yourself over his lap all over again. You take a steadying breath as you reach for his cock, nearly moaning at the heft of it in your hand, at the near scalding touch of his silky skin against your palm.
âHang on, baby.â Loganâs hands fall to your hips, stopping you just as the tip of his cock brushes against your dripping pussy. âYou wanna ride, you gotta look the part.â
He drags his hands lower, calloused palms rough against the soft skin of your thighs. Itâs enough to make you shiver, hips twitching down with the desperate need to be filled.
âGot the boots,â he murmurs idly, thumbs sliding along the back of your thighs. âJust need the hat.â
Logan reaches up to grab his hat by the crown, pulling it off his head to drop it on yours.
You left out a soft breath, feeling the worn felt settle on the top of your head, still warm from his own.
Itâs too big, slipping down to shadow your eyes. Loganâs gaze darkens as he adjusts it, tipping it back just enough to frame your face.
âMuch better,â he says, flicking the brim once before his hands fall back to your hips. âAlright cowgirl, give it to me good.â
The words shoot straight to your core, igniting something wild and reckless inside you.
You bite your lip, spurred on by the way his hands knead the meat of your hips. Not forcing or pushing, just two steady weights as you slowly start to sink down.
It's nearly torturous, but in the best way possible. The stretch of each inch a pleasant burn as your hips slot against his after what feels like an eternity.
âFuck.â Logan grits out, his hands tightening on your hips as you settle, giving yourself a moment to adjust to the overwhelming fullness.Â
Your body trembles, a soft whimper escaping your lips as you slowly begin to move, rolling your hips in slow, deliberate circles.
Loganâs eyes track every movement, darkened with need, a quiet groan slipping from him as his hands slide lower, gripping your ass, urging you to pick up the pace.
âThatâs it, darlinâ,â he murmurs, his voice husky. âTakinâ it all so good.â
His praise only encourages you, and you lift yourself up before sinking back down, your hands gripping the scratchy fabric of his shirt for leverage.
The feeling of him filling you up, stretching you with every downward movement, makes your head swim, the pressure building in your core.
The barn is filled with the sounds of skin slapping together lewdly, with the wet gush of your pussy leaking around the base of his cock messily. It has your ears burning, shame and arousal a heady mix in your lower belly.
Loganâs hips start to rise from the barn floor, snapping up to meet yours with every bounce. You can feel him deeper like this, brushing against places that make your legs shake with pleasure.Â
Youâre dangerously close to the edge already, a mess from all the teasing earlier. But from the way Loganâs muscles flex and tense beneath you, you can tell he is too.
âGoddamn,â he growls, his hands moving to grip your thighs, helping you bounce on top of him impossibly faster. âYou feel so fuckinâ good, baby, so fucking perfect. Donât stop.â
His words make your head spin, the filthy praise sending a fresh wave of heat pooling in your belly. You canât hold back the moans spilling from your lips, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge.
Your hands scramble for the front of his shirt, tugging and pulling until itâs loose enough to show off the toned muscle of his chest.
You rake your nails through the dark hair decorating his skin, hardly paying any attention to the brand burned into the skin across his left pec.
"Tell me how it feels," he groans, his voice dark and commanding. "Tell me how good Iâm makinâ you feel."
"So good," you manage to gasp, your voice breaking as he grinds against that perfect spot inside you. "Logan, Iâ"
âYouâre close,â he rasps, his grip on your hip tightening as he drives into you harder. âI can feel you, baby. So fuckinâ close. Gonna come for me, arenât ya? Gonna milk my cock like a good girl?â
Youâre too far gone to answer, your body trembling as the coil in your stomach clenches, tighter and tighter. Your head lolls back to the ceiling, eyes fluttering shut as you near the edge.
"Câmon honey," Logan groans, his thumb finding your clit again, circling it in time with his thrusts. âCome for me, let it all fuckinâ out.â
You're helpless to deny him, the thick stretch of his cock paired with the gentle pressure of his thumb on your clit tightening your body like a bowstring threatening to snap.
 âLoganâoh GodâLogan!â Your orgasm crashes over you, leaving you trembling and gasping as your walls shake around him.
Loganâs hips stutter, his rhythm faltering as he groans low in his throat. âGoddamn,â he growls, his voice wrecked. âSo fuckinâ perfect, squeezinâ me so tightâfuckââ
With a few more rough thrusts, he buries himself as deep as he can go, his body going rigid against yours as he finds his own release, groaning your name like itâs the only word he knows.
You slump onto him gracelessly, your body spent and trembling as you bury your face in the crook of his neck. His cock jumps and pulses inside you, sending little aftershocks through your sensitive core as you feel the slick spray of his come painting your walls.
The rough fabric of his shirt feels oddly comforting on the overheated skin of your cheek as you rest your head on his chest, trying to catch your breath.
The brand catches your eye again, more pronounced now that the wiry hair dusted along his chest lays flush, slick with a thin sheen of sweat.
You raise your hand, gently tracing over the raised skin, feeling the rough texture under your fingertips. A curved âXâ scarred right over his heart.Â
The same âXâ that was embroidered on the front of Marieâs shirt, that hangs above the doors of the very barn you lay in, thatâs scattered all throughout the property.
You read once that not all cowboys choose the brand, only the most loyal to the ranch. A kind of fierce loyalty that knows no bounds, that has no limitsâit may be the only loyalty most will ever know.
You think back to your grandmother sitting you down at her weathered kitchen table a few days before your father and you made the move. The stern talking to she gave you felt silly at the time, useless information that youâd never actually need.
Now that you're here, her words ring in your ears for the first time in months, blaring and unavoidable.
âDonât go and get mixed up in any cowboy business, honey. Theyâll never love you more than the life, youâll always be in the rearview mirror.â
Logan takes your hand in his, bringing it from his chest to his lips for a quick kiss before pointedly lowering it to his jean clad thigh. You can feel the way his fingers flex around your wrist, telling.
You swallow hard, the air in the barn suddenly feeling thick and heavy.
You're pushing yourself to your feet before you even realize what you're doing, ignoring the dull ache as his spent cock slips from inside you.
Logan hisses at the sensation, but he's pushing himself to his feet all the same. You're dying to sneak a peek at the look on his face, but you refuse to turn to him.
Maybe out of shame, maybe out of fear for what you might find if you do.
You straighten the wrinkled fabric of your dress, trying in vain to make yourself look as half as presentable as you did before walking into this barn.
The distant sound of a zipper being tugged up and the whisper of denim against denim catches your attention. Your eyes flick to the doors, your brain going a million miles a minute as you consider your options.
You could always beat him to it. You could walk out right now and pretend this never happened, avoid Blackbird like the plague for the rest of your fathers political career.
You doubt you'd ever see Logan outside these fences, it would be so easy to forget.
You shift on your feet, lip caught between your teeth. The sweet ache between your legs only matches the one in growing your chest, all those good feelings sour at the thought of walking away.
Against your better judgment, you turn back to him.Â
Loganâs already looking at you, hands busy with slipping his belt back into place.
Youâve always been good at reading people, at gauging what they might be feeling, but as your eyes scan along the flushed skin of his face, you find yourself unable to describe what you see swirling in his eyes.
âWhen will I see you again?â Itâs weak, barely a whisper. You want to kick yourself for sounding so small, for getting so caught up in a man you hardly know.
Logan lets out a soft breath, hands coming to rest on his hips as he searches for something to say. âWhenever you have a reason to I reckon'.â
The words hang heavy in the air between you.
His answer is honest, unpolishedâjust like him. Something about it hits you deeper than you expect, a bittersweet sting that tightens your chest.
Itâs not a perfect answer, but itâs something.Â
You try to stomp down all the feelings of hope filling your mind, pointedly ignoring the eruption of butterflies in your stomach.
âWell if thatâs the case,â you say slowly, eyes never leaving Loganâs as you step closer. âThen I guess you better keep these.â
You reach around his waist to slip your panties in the back pocket of his jeans, patting the denim a few times for good measure before you step away again.
âGives you a reason to come see me again, cowboy.â
Logan chuckles, soft and sweet as he shakes his head bemusedly. He raises his hand, gently taking his hat from your head to drop it back on his own.
âYouâre really somethinâ else,â he mutters, brushing a strand of hair away from your face, the gesture tender in its unexpectedness.
You let out a shaky breath, heart pounding in your chest, and for a moment, everything feels raw.
Too raw. Like you're teetering on the edge of something dangerous and intoxicating, something youâre not sure youâre ready to handle.
You let your gaze drop to the floor, biting the inside of your cheek as you resist the urge to say something else, to push the moment further.
Instead, you turn, taking a slow step toward the barn doors.
Just before you reach them, you hear him again, his voice steady, but thereâs something in it that makes you pause, hands lingering on the doorframe.
"Donât be a stranger, alright?" he calls after you.
You glance over your shoulder, meeting his eyes one last time. "Wouldnât dream of it."
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mini nat's note: lowkey want to make this a series...like this was so fun to write and i have a few more ideas...let me know chickens <3
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Alright, so I just read through that language barriers post of yours and had a Blast Tm, BUT! Now I have several thoughts that need to be spoken. Firstly, what with english being this really ancient language now, ynâs basically got a free phd in hyrule, donât they?? Predestined for exploration because of their âexcellent skills with the language used in the ruins and temples of old, as well as their familiarity with the mechanismsâ or something. The ruin researchers probably beg to have them in their team.
Secondly, apparently accents are really appealing to some people? The chain already finds ynâs morning voice really hot, but how would they even react to the way they sort of mispronounce the words? Idk too much about how japanese sounds, but maybe they emphasize the consonants too much which makes them sound harsh all the time, or the opposite, too much emphasis on vowels and sounding very soft. Just⌠brainrot about rambling and not trying too hard to speak perfectly accurately being all it takes to have the boys smitten and kicking their feet.
Thirdly!! What about a yn that knows multiple languages? The chain tries their best to learn english, and then yn comes around the corner like SIKE. THATâS NOT ALL OF THEM. YOU WILL NEVER COMPREHEND IT ALL. (Thatâs what Iâd do at least.)
sorry for late reply i have a hectic life rn and i got hit by hurricane helene lol
ao3/writing blog author curse is so real u guys, this was like a 100 year not anticpated flood or smth, also we're in the mountains??
anyway gonna assume u mean masc/male reader bc of the reference to this post!! if u want context or a sorta part 1
this is just gonna be a quick reply so i can share anons ideas w/the world tho since ive been hoarding asks đ
at the very least Wild's Zelda is harassing you
at the very most, every time u guys get near a town or city, u are kidnapped by hylian researchers
just the image of a bunch of nerd hylians mobbing u and fangirling while the rest of the guys, in full armor and swords just stand awkwardly behind lmao
(they get lowkey jealous after awhile i mean what who said that-)
the way Legend, Hyrule, Four, and Twi hover a little closer when you talk
Wild and Twi are practically like excited dogs whenever you speak, perking up when they hear your deep voice, u know, bc u tried randomly talking in the evenings abt nothing and watched them pavlov respond and look to you every time
even when u just started talking about the grass or some flowers
lowkey you accidentally almost mess up their dungeon exploring bc theyre just so used to your accented voice in their heads, just around them, or smth guiding them along, that when they all split up into smaller groups in the dungeon,
each Link pair accidentally starts following a man's voice echoing in the dungeon until they all accidentally converge in a main room and the Link equivalent of the point spiderman meme happens with you in the center with Time, who had been your dungeon buddy (he's laughing at them as every Link goes a little red after realizing they just followed you unconciously)
ur favorite thing to do is leaning down to whisper in each of the pointed hylian ears randomly, just talking about mundane or random things and watching it twitch, some trying to stay still like Time/Twi/Wars/Wild, while others leap away like u burned them lmao Legend/Hyrule/Four, and Sky managing to do both, trying to maintain composure before he inevitably breaks out all red and hides in his hands lmao
(Wind dared you to do it originally, and he snickers every time he sees you doing it again lol)
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ok but the multiple languages is endless comedy gold
bc everytime a Link thinks he's got it or starts to listen then realize ur actually speaking smth completely different language
u get the most memeable faces of his confusion
like these gems
(four's blue is showing, he's offended u switched languages every other word one time)
they're actually so fed up lmao
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anyway sorry for late reply!! I hope u guys are having a good week so far, and ill try to post some more, tho cant guarantee when as the holidays close in for me
(rip my class is also getting near the end too im Stressin)
peace out anon,
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This song inspired a whole fic I don't have the time to write. But here is the blurb I threw at @backseatsoldier and @scaredyspooks
Background Johnny has low self esteem and accepts whatever affection he can from a friend bitch who takes advantage of that, shoving him in boyfriend situations emotionally for far to long. His best friend, you, has been pinning for him so long you have started to give up hope.
When the bitch moves to a city far away and you see her give Johnny a goodbye kiss that you don't realize is such. You turn on a heel and walk away, ignorning Johnny's calls and texts for the next few days.
Johnny thinks it unusual but it is about time for your period to start and you tend to be a bit wonky until the blood starts flowing. He brushes it off until a random man on base asks about his girlfriend.
"My what?"
"You're girlfriend sir, the woman on your home screen? She is your girlfriend right? I've seen her at some of the parties hanging out with you. Always has hearts in her eyes when she's around."
"Do you love me?" "Johnny I can't talk about this right now," she pushes on the door. It catches on his boot. "Please, I-I need," Johnny swallows down the fears crawling up his throat, "Do you love me?"
The dam breaks.
"I have loved you for a long time," your jaw quivers as you stare into his eyes, more familiar than your own.
"Oh thank god," he rushes forward, pulling you into a hug. One arm wraps around your ribs while the other grips into your hair, pushing your head into his shoulder. He kicks the front door shut. "I thought I would be to late," his voice breaks on the last word.
"What do you mean? You want Shannon?" Your fingers burrow into the back his shirt.
"I did. She represented everything I thought I deserved."
You try to pull back. Johnny isn't to much taller than you but the mucsle he maintains for his job robs you of the ability to flee from his words.
"What happened then? Why are you here?" You bite the words out in the space you could create between his chest and your face.
"Someone asked me today if I had broken up with my girlfriend. I was confused until they said the woman on my home screen, the one I am always gushing about. That is when I realized that he meant you."
That makes you pause in your efforts to escape. You were his home screen? Looking up at him Johnny shifts his hand from your hair to caress your face, thumb sweeping the leftover tears from your cheek.
"How long have I been your lock screen?" You whisper.
"Years," he whispers back.
The tears start up again.
"Why?" You can't force your words any louder than a whipser.
"There was a challenge a few Christmases back, to change your home screen to a photo of something that brings a smile to your face every time you see it. The last photo I had taken had been you. I've updated the photo a few times but it's been you since."
"Why did you never say anything?" The words hurt your throat as they leave.
"How could I tell one of the most important people in my life that I love her but I am a bad man who has done unspeakable things and don't deserve time or love from her? Why would I set myself up to be rightfully refused? For you to scoff at my affections?"
It's your turn to caress his face. He loosens his arms enough to allow you to touch him, but not enough to step back.
"You don't get to make that choice for me Johnny. And I don't like the version of me that lives in your head if you thought I would ever scoff at you."
He recoils, eyes slamming shut and chest caving in as if he took a bullet to the chest. Feckin' hell, she was right. It had to be him that didn't think he deserved anything resembling love though you had been peppering him with it for years.
You give him five breaths to deal with the emotional revelation before you are squishing his cheeks into his teeth, causing his lips to pop out.
"I would like to sit down and talk about this instead of being held hostage in my entryway. Would you like something to drink while we talk Johnny?"
You give him the softest smile he had ever seen, the gentlest crinkles forming around your eyes.
"Aye love, I think I need a drink." He presses a kiss to your forehead. "Can I hold your hand while we talk?"
"I would love that."
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The Pain of Solitude (Frigid Cacao x OC)
I think Iâm hyperfixating on this AU⌠I guess Iâll write a story for Midnight Lily and Celestial Cheese soon. Anyway, Beast Ancients AU and the character of Frigid Cacao belongs to @cuppajj
OC belongs to me and letâs get started (thereâs two different endings):
Frigid Cacao had never been one for words. Well, at least since he became Frigid Cacao. To Honeyflower, her former lover, Dark Cacao, was gone. As far as she was concerned, her husband was locked away somewhere she couldnât see, and maybe that was not for the best⌠Honeyflower sighed, wandering about the palace halls once again as she looked out of the window and watched the blizzard rage on outside, the very blizzard that Frigid Cacao had caused. There was also no way that she would address Frigid Cacao as her husband, since he was not the husband she loved and cared about, and he was no longer caring about her. On a regular day, Licorice Oozlings would slink up to her and bring trays of food, warm clothes, towels and very rarely, notes from Frigid Cacao to her. Honeyflower would graciously accept all of those little gifts, not knowing it was her husband who ordered the little creatures to take care of her. Honeyflower would often think about her son, Dark Choco, and wondered if he was alright and possibly safe out there, amidst the danger the other four Neobeasts posed. She tried not to bring worry, since he was a capable warrior. She avoided bringing up the topic of Dark Choco around Frigid Cacao, since the last time she did it⌠âCacao! Stop this madness please! What if Dark Choco is out there and he-â âDO NOT MENTION THAT BOY IN MY PRESENCE!â ââŚâ ââŚâ âHeâs our son, please you have to confront your-â âSILENCE! Clearly, you did not hear me the first time, Honeyflower.â âBut-â âI will forgive you just this once.â ââŚYouâve changed. Youâre not the cookie I used to love anymore.â ââŚâ *hurried footsteps sfx as Honeyflower leaves the throne room* ââŚâ Honeyflower shuddered, never having seen Frigid Cacao so expressive until that day. She was hyper aware of the Licorice Creatures, that Frigid Cacao commanded over, watching her, and she got used to the unsettling feeling. She had heard about how in the Vanilla Kingdom, the sense of being watched was even more uncomfortable, which was something she never wished to experience. Honeyflower sighed, placing her hand on the frosted glass and jolting back from the sudden cold. Outside was a usual storm of snow and permafrost reaching sub zero degrees, and it definitely was a death wish to go out there. She also knew it would be a bigger death wish to stay.
Ending 1: Honeyflower walked to her room, trying not to rush in order to avoid raising suspicion from the Licorice Creatures that watched her and prevent them from alerting Frigid Cacao. She quietly closed the door before one of the Oozelings could slip in to watch her, and hastily packed her daily essentials, clothing and rations she stocked up on. The snowstorm outside was calming, and that was good. She threw out a rope ladder and put on her hood, lined with warm furs, and opened the window to climb down. From there, she ran. All she could do was run. Honeyflower did not even stop to think about what she was doing, or even how Frigid Cacao would react to the news of her leaving. She just ran until everything hurt and she could not run anymore. She finally collapsed at the gates of Parfaedia City, one of the two last safe havens in the world and was found and taken into the City of Magic by two mages, where she would be safe. In the Dark Cacao Kingdom⌠The ever stoic and unmoving Frigid Cacao remained on his throne, when one of his Licorice servants came up to him with the news: Honeyflower had left the kingdom. Frigid Cacao was not one to show emotion, but this time, he was concerned enough to send out his Watchers to look for his wife as he temporarily stopped the blizzard from his sheer anger and concern for her. Of course, they returned unsuccessful, and Frigid Cacao began to properly worry, as now that his only source of warmth would be extinguished if she did not return, and the peace in his cold and frigid soul would disappear without her. He did not show his unease, but instead widened the search range. He would always find his love, no matter where she went.
Ending 2: Honeyflower decided to quote, âfuck around and find outâ. She stuck around in the kingdom, staying with her husband as they kept arguing more and more often each time they spoke to each other, sometimes having to be dragged out by the Second-now-First Watcher as no one was allowed to touch the king. Her mind eventually started to spiral as she started to get tired of this endless dance of pain, of arguing and the sheer sorrow she felt just by staying around. She felt lost, drunk on her emotions and it was as if she was losing her whole mind. Honeyflower by the end, had fallen into a desperate case, all the arguments escalating into screaming matches, which eventually led to her inhaling too much of the dark permafrost that emitted from Frigid Cacaoâs body, and there was nothing she could do as her lungs slowly froze over along with her blood. She knew she was destined to die soon, and Honeyflower decided to call it quits with trying to get Frigid Cacao to see reason. She was already near the end of her life, with the Licorice Creatures sensing it too, but she ordered them to never inform Frigid Cacao. The magic beings, despite their original apathetic demeanour, had already started developing emotions while caring for Honeyflower, and did not want to keep watching as her condition slowly deteriorated, eventually confining herself to the bed.
That was when one of the younger and smaller Oozelings broke their promise to her and informed Frigid Cacao, who immediately, out of worry, hurried to see Honeyflower, worried for his only source of warmth in his life, but it was already too late. Honeyflower had fallen into a coma, as her lungs slowly froze over. Care was given to her, as Frigid Cacao worried for his wife. He did not outright show it though, as he simply sent the best healers to maintain her delicate condition and one day, find a cure to at last, remove the ice from her lungs and let her see him again. If only he could apologise to her⌠then everything would be okay. The End
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Journal Entry 1, 2
Saw that my poll was tied between oc journal entries, and a mix of all three. So here's the start of Leon's Journal entries of his time in Gravity Falls. Hope y'all like it!
Transcript/clear text below
June 12th
I canât believe Iâm writing in this old thing after so long, but what the hell else am I gonna do after all the weird string of events that happened this afternoon.. Iâm not even sure how to start all this, I feel like a 10 year old writing in her diary⌠Oh well, not like Iâve got anything better to do. This old beaten up journal my therapist gave me a while ago to â Journal and process my feelings â is finally serving a purpose while Iâm stuck here.
So how did I get here? Simple, I was making my way through the back-roads in Roadkill County Oregon so I could cut down my travel time so I can get to my client Mrs.Vandersheisse quicker (Iâm going to need to call her as soon as my phone is done charging)
But as I was cruising, enjoying the scenery of huge redwoodâs expanding as far as the eye could see, I looked back to the road and crashed my car after a Gnome rode a deer into the middle of the road and startled me! Which caused me to panic and swerve out of the way and straight into a tree! Luckily my airbag deployed, only leaving me with a couple of bruises at the end. Once my head stopped spinning I dragged myself out to assess the damage only to see that the front of my car was wrapping around the trunk of the tree that didnât even budge, almost mocking me. I was grumbling to myself as I leaned against a tree, practically fuming with anger when I heard a set of footsteps approaching, a rough, gravely voice following quickly as the stranger approached. He asked me if I was alright, saying he heard the crash from his house.
I told him I was, opening my eyes slowly and I.. I was a bit.. Caught off guard when I opened my eyes to look at the guy. He was, well. Not what I would have expected to see out here. To be honest I was expecting a redneck with the smell of patriotism thickly wrapped around him but Instead I was greeted by a somewhat heavy-set, but muscular, older guy with short gray hair wearing a tight red t-shirt and white pants, a gold chain that peaked out of the collar of his shirt, taunting me.. Drawing me in..
His eyes peered at me behind square glasses that framed his face well. From his accent heâs probably originally from a big city, Iâm guessing Jersey.
He. Was. Hot. And I found myself stumbling over my words a bit, worrying if I had hit my head harder than I thought or if I was passed out. He didnât seem to notice.. I think If he did he didnât say anything, just continued to ask me if I was okay, how and why I crashed, and where I was heading. I told him a little before I felt dizzy and nearly fell over. I caught myself but this guy gently wrapped his arms around me and told me that it was probably best if I get my head checked out, so he walked me all the way to his place, keeping me steady, and finally telling me his name. Stan Pines. I told him mine and he told me how nice it was to meet me. He smelled like the ocean
I was a bit.. Surprised to see that his house was actually a tourist trap called the Mystery Shack. Which I swear I saw a bumper sticker for, though it didnât have an address so how I or anyone would find it is a mystery to me (wonder if thatâs intentional?) I awed at it, earning a good chuckle from the guy who asked me if Iâd ever been, to which I said no. He smiled wide, going into a proposition speech about how itâs one of the best tourist traps in the Pacific Northwest, that he would know since he made the place. I chuckled, finding his spiel somewhat endearing. But eventually he got me inside and called out for someone named Ford and Soos (Or was it Zeus?)
Soos, the now apparently current owner of the Mystery Shack came out asking, âWhat is it dudes?â Stan filled him in about my car and told him to go into town and get a tow truck. Soos saluted and ran out, giving me his quick condolences for my car. Then, there was Ford. I shook my head when I saw him come in, asking Stan why he called him. I thought I was seeing double! Making me worry that maybe Iâd hit my head harder than I thought. Turns out that heâs Stan twin and a big shot with 12 Phdâs so Stan wanted him to give me a check up. Stan caught him up, to which Ford gave me a concerning and serious look and quickly got to work, grabbing some stuff to give me a full check up. It was awkward as he prodded and asked me questions like my name, my birthday, who the current president was, and eventually asking what had happened, giving me a good look at him as well and noticing that he has six fingers, which caught my attention, but I didnât comment on it, didnât want him to feel like I was judging him, making me quite the hypocrite. I told him 90% of the truth, keeping out the Gnome part of it. He hummed, his mind whirling away, asking me about my last name and swearing that heâd heard it before somewhere in his research. I wonder if he knows my family?
I just chuckled and then finally met the other family members of the household. Mabel and Dipper Pines, 13 year old twins spending the summer at their âGrunklesâ place. They were very sweet and friendly, practically interviewing me about who, why, and how I was here, to which I gave them all I was comfortable telling, leaving the more.. Weird parts out. Stan let us know that it would be a little bit before Soos told him how bad the damage on the car is. I was nervous as I sat there, people-watching the Pines family, their antics and general weirdness growing on me, easing my nerves. At least until Stan got the call from Soos.
So, Good news, I only had a minor concussion and would be fine shortly. Bad news, my car is pretty much completely fucked and itâs estimated it will take a whole month to get it running. A MONTH!! I was.. Well I was devastated. I am devastated still, wondering what gods damned me to be stuck here in the middle of nowhere!! And in a house so damn noisy and filled to the brim with spirits!! Ghostly lumberjacks meandering about, trying to get mine and others attention. Luckily, they all are pretty weak so as long as I ignore/tune them out, Iâll be fine. But itâs.. Not just them thereâs a generally strange aura surrounding this place. I felt it in the woods, which is completely normal but for it to be this strong and consistent here? Thatâs the odd part, then again in general this whole area has felt.. Off. Not bad, just, off, different.
Anyway, I groaned, wondering what the hell Iâm going to do now! Where I was gonna stay for a whole month! I heard some small whispering before Stan sat down next to me, cleared his throat and put his warm hand on my back, telling me he was âsorry that life had given such a nasty hand.â But he said that it wasnât all bad news, that he and his brother had been talking and while they couldnât help with the whole car issue, they could clear out a room in the Shack, giving me a place to stay until I can leave. I couldnât believe it, why were they being so nice to me? I was.. Skeptical and Stan found that entertaining, letting me know that it was because there werenât any good Motels in town and they could use an extra pair of hands to help around the house and to watch the kids. So basically they were giving me a place to stay in exchange for a free babysitter. Which, as annoying as that is, isnât the worst offer Iâve had. So I agreed.
Mabel was all the happier to have another person to talk to. She gave me the ~Grand Tour~of the shack, eventually leading me to what would be my room, which was clearly a storage room that she and her brother had cleared out and tried to make look homey. Which was very sweet.
Eventually Soos returned, giving me my travel bags. Stan dragged a mattress into my âroomâ, gave me some sheets that he swore he âcleaned recentlyâ before giving me another apology about my car. But it was different than before, it was.. Softer, genuine. But I didnât pry, just thanked him, to which he gave me another confident, exaggerated smile and told me âAnytime buddy, welcome to Gravity Fallsâ (Guess thatâs the townâs name) before walking off to do Gods knows what.Â
Iâve set up my bed, cleansed my room with some sage, and placed some warding crystals in the corners of the room, hiding them so the kids or anyone donât mess with and or steal them. So now, here I am, sitting in my new room recounting the odd string of events that have led me here in a busted up journal that I donât even remember packing.
I should stop here for now, Mabel peeked in to let me know that dinner is ready so I guess Iâm off. Until next time.
Leon
#Gravity falls oc#oc#Gravity falls#oc x canon#Stan pines x oc#journaling#stan pines#ford pines#soos ramirez#dipper pines#mabel pines
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I started to write this at 3am sooo..đ
It's quite long
I imagine Tamlin as a boss of big company in expensive tailored suit
Since childhood, he wasn't meant to become boss, it wasn't something he longed for anyway. He studied music and after few years joined army to get away from his father and brothers
However when his whole family died in car incident, the board forced him to take over the family business
Despite not knowing much about company management, he is quick learner. Soon after taking over he's started to implement his own ideas
Working conditions have improved, not even a single employee would say anything bad about the new young boss
He is not only respected but also loved, especially by female staff (seriously, who wouldn't love such tall handsome man with style, so broad chest and long golden hair - the remnants of his musician era?)
Even though frowning, he makes sure to greet every person in company he meets
You, as a staff at front desk at the entrance, meet him quite often and he greets you every time he passes by
It's your first job and you are new. It's amazing to work for such person
Not even two months after you've started to work there, you are called to personnel department
Fearing the worst, you are shocked to learn that you were chosen to do a personal assistant of the young boss
First day in your new position, Tamlin comes to the office and as soon as he sees you, he greets you with small soft smile. It's even more surprising he already knows your name. Despite his reserved appearance, he is kind and welcoming
You do your best to meet the expectations by answering calls, managing his schedule and bringing him tea during the day, or coffee if he asks you for it
You are surprised that he seriously reads every document before signing it, even taking a side notes about details
During the lunch break he asks you to come to his office to eat together because when one eats with other person, the meal tastes better
Unlike other men in high positions, his jacket and tie are hanged on hanger, his shirt is slightly unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up, showing off his strong forearms
During the meal he talks with you casually. You are so nervous at first that you can't even put together a simple sentence, stuttering like idiot, but he doesn't seem to mind. Eventually you relax
The next morning, you are leaving from your apartment building when an expensive black car stops in front of you and golden head peeks out from the window
Tamlin gets off as soon as he sees you and greets you with the same smile as other day
"I happened to be nearby, so I thought I would stop by and drive you to work."
You are hesitant. He's your boss, for heaven's sake, but he doesn't want to even hear about you going by metro as usual
He holds door for you, you sit in and he follows
Car moves and you get nervous again when you notice that it's going in wrong direction
You gather courage and ask Tamlin about that. He looks up from his phone
"We still have about an hour or so, so I thought we could stop for a breakfast. Don't worry! It's on me."
Next, car stops at parking of one of the most cosy looking cafes in the city, unfortunately, the one out of your price range
Tamlin again holds doors open for you and waitress takes you to the table. Tamlin immediately orders drinks for both of you
Another shock - even without asking he knows that you like latte with extra milk
While you wait for drinks, you look at breakfast menu. The prices are so high that you feel dizzy
He puts down the menu and studies you for a while. At last he asks what you'd like to eat
You choose the cheapest meal, he calls for waitress and without word he points the choice on menu
You instantly know that he ordered something completely else and you give him a confused look to which he only chuckles
"You didn't seriously think I would believe that you want to eat sausages, right? You said you hate them. I hope you have a sweet tooth though," he winks playfully
You search your memory - you really mentioned it the other day during lunch break, but why would he remember such mundane details?
Tamlin ordered for you pancakes with strawberries, your most favourite. This must be seventh heaven
After eating, he leaves you for a moment and goes to pay, then he gently grabs your elbow. His long fingers of musician slide down your arm and entwine with yours, leading you back to the car
His actions are confusing, yet it's pleasant and you like it
During the ride, he is looking out of the window on his side, but tips of his fingers find your hand and gently touch it
Suddenly he asks driver to stop, gets off and disappears in crowd. When he returns, he almost shyly offers you a single red rose
You bashfully accept it. He's full of surprises
None of you speak for the rest of the way, but his fingers again rest on your hand with feather light touch
It's a busy day, yet Tamlin makes time and again asks you to eat lunch with him. Later he asks you to stay overtime which he will naturally pay you for. He has a meeting after the working hours and needs someone to take care of documents and refreshment
You naturally accept. After being treated with such high class, delicious breakfast there's no way you would say no to him, especially after he asked you so politely
Meeting is quite long and when it's finally over, it's already dark outside
Tamlin is only sitting there, frowning and lost in thoughts while you clean the table around him
When you are done, you ask him if he needs anything else. His gaze shots up to you as if he has completely forgotten you are still there, then he looks around the clean meeting room and smiles at you
"No, that's all for today. Thank you very much."
His emerald eyes follow your movements while you gather your stuff, readying to head home
At that moment he seems to be sad and very lonely, longing for (only) your company
"I'd like to repay you for your great help today. If you don't mind, I'd like to take you to dinner," he says suddenly
You notice the slight shift in his mood
Even though it's only suggestion, he doesn't accept no as an answer
A/N: I'm thinking of rewriting this into a story, maybe even a shorter series đ¤
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how is jk rowling closer to dickens than donna tartt?
Rowling, like Dickens, is supremely devoted to social realism, which includes comedy, satire, and commentary. So naturally she also uses his techniques (significant character names, child POV with adult sensibility, etc.) and sometimes even tropes (abused orphan boy, mean relatives, relative and abject poverty, snobbery and classism, etc.). This is most glaringly apparent in the Strike series, to the point where they are more like sociological tomes than mysteries, but Harry Potter also fits the Dickensian mode very comfortably.
The difference is that Dickens was not really a mystery writer, whereas Rowling is, at least in plot. Also, Dickens had a much more visceral experience with poverty and institutional injustice than Rowling; there is a lack of that both-sides centrism in Dickens. He was also more influenced by Shakespearean psychology and tropes than Rowling. Rowling, however, was much more aware of white supremacy than Dickens could ever beâher understanding of class struggle includes colorism (Voldemort and some of the Death Eaters especially are aristocratically coded to the extreme - all those Anglo-Norman names! Revealingly, none of them are POC).
As for Donna Tartt, from the two (very popular) books Iâve read by her, she only uses Dickensian tropes for quasi-mythic and romantic journeys; they are largely empty of their political and social commentary, almost serving as mere literary allusions. Above all, she seems mostly concerned with the power of art, literary or otherwise.
#i come anon#jk rowling#charles dickens#donna tartt#sociological writers can be a real double-edged sword#very political astute and even sophisticated but also prey to their biases#i suppose all of us are like that to a certain extent#you may also call them city writers#since they do best writing about the city#cristina is an english major#always nice to get a chance to practice my lit skills
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the thing about chronic migraines that they dont tell you is the lingering terror of the long stretches in between them. bc you know you'll have one again. its inevitable. its just a matter of time.
but then you desperately try Not to think about it because you dont want to jinx it / somehow psyche yourself into one
#its been a little over two months and im scared#its gonna be a bad one i know it....#but i will continue on doing my best to ignore it#freaking out every time its a little harder to think or i get a spot in my vision#im doubly scared one will hit while im driving.... especially when i need to take the long drive into the city#migraine + winding roads = Oh No#absolutely unprompted#migraines i hate you i Hate you#and the extra fear is it always fucks with my brain for a while afterwards#ive been able to think so clearly lately#and im terrified of losing that. its like they scramble my neurons#and it takes so long for them to untangle....#ive been dealing w this since 6th grade and ill never get used to it#its horrible....#that being said if anyone reading this is ever writing about migrained#Oh Boy Do I Have Firsthand Experience For You!!!!#*migraines. typing on phone rn
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pov youâve just reread the yi city arc⌠except that clearly wasnât ENOUGH because of course your analysis brain had to take over and search for parallels, so you have to go and reread and save the most depressing WWX scenes right afterâŚ
iâm fine :))
#catalyst was âat that momrnt wwx saw himself in xxcâ#brain: but was there a specific moment on wwxâs end too (or was it more general)? which instant?#(the description made it seem more like a specific moment but it doesnât ABSOLUTELY rule out the other option)#my moneyâs on nightless city just post jyl death but itâs not 1:1#of course seeing as itâs describing a feeling. it does NOT have to be 1:1#but you have the parallels between xxc finding out he killed the person he was closest to (sl)#and then wwx seeing iâd say the person he was closest to (jyl) die for his sake#while accusations from others are being thrown#and theyâre currently not denying#i was wondering if it could be referring to some time during the siege as well but iâm not sure wwx would be-#unable to âdo anything except silently acknowledge the critiques and accusationsâ then? since he does have sth heâs fighting for there#unlike nightless city#(though that specific wording is partly why i doubted nightless city as wellâŚ? since it doesnât seem like heâs silently acknowledging them)#(instead âhe could no longer hear any of themâ)#not sure thatâs a big enough point of contention though bc context around NC definitely fits the best#of course it could be right afterwards (when he came back to proper consciousness anyway) too and itâs thinking ABT the accusations???#but idk#i do think referring to that moment is most likely#âŚanyway pictured above is the brain that MADE ME REREAD NIGHTLESS CITY (and âwhat am i supposed to do nowâ + wn wq giving themselves in as-#(-other points of comparison)#so thank you very much for that brainâŚ.#iâll probably write sth short about it when my thoughts are less scrambled#or i may keep it to chapter by chapter analysis when i do that#but right now itâs too late#skye rereads mdzs
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Every lineart lover's dream
#wip#my art#so many little details#apologies for the repeat WIP but my shoulder is fucked atm so progress is slow#This is the armour design for an order called the Shimmer Shields in my homebrew setting#I'll write more about them later but the basics is that in a city as nurturing of magic users as Novo-Mellior is#there was a need for a way to keep those magic users in check since your average city guard wasn't the best suited to handle rogue casters#and so the Shimmer Shields were created and trained in all the intricacies of magic without being actual casters#Also I know it's a long shot but if anyone happens to have any questions about my silly little setting do feel free to send an ask#no better way to worldbuild than by having to answer questions about it#and if applicable i might do a little sketch to go with it c:
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Sanemi & Giyuu were about 16-17 when they both individually went on an undercover mission in the Kaze no Kuni capital city, they henged/disguised as fake personas Kazura (vaguely derived from kaze, wind) and Nakuu ('to lose')
Kazura is supposed to be darker skinned + two-toned eyes like that of Kazan no Kuni descendants & is sensible and confident but lazy, Nakuu has a hairstyle + facial shape from Mizu no Kuni & an outgoing enthusiastic and pretty sly personality
Giyuu put some particular effort into his disguise and really got into the character he was playing up, he also had fun with it where he could- and thats how he met Kazura. i dont have or really want specifics of why where how or such bc it ruins the imaginative bit of it ig? but while they were on the mission they were meeting up, they both knew the other was disguised but neither pried about it. they fell in love a bit, however it means, but as Nakuu's namesake they were never going to last. it was a mission and when it was done they would leave for home and never meet again.
but then they did :)
at 19 sanemi and giyuu had a political marriage arranged(forced) by Kyogo being a greedy fuck and wanting more trade from the Tomioka, in both the Happy & Broken marriage paths giyuu's the one who notices sanemi acting the same way as kazura in some ways and realizes the two are one in the same. In the Happy marriage its a thought that brings a smile to his face and a jest about how they fell in love twice, in the Broken marriage its only twice the heartbreak after the apathy sanemi regards him with and the loneliness that consumes him
#kny clan au#kny clan au: arranged sanegiyu(Fluff)#kny clan au: arranged sanegiyuu(Angst)#Kazura & Nakuu#i like hurting giyuu<3 but i also want to be nice & im indecisive so Multiverse type shit like this happens#im trying to proper Write out the story i have but my skill isnt up to par with my vision. i'll post it anyway when im done tho bc i want t#Share the story and talk & think more about it bc its Fun#the idea for this actually came earlier before i thought of the arranged marriage bit- its the sngy mission meeting thing but changed#slightly with the timeline of the marriage(19) & sanemi murking kyogo(21)#in the orig they were older & i also didnt have the idea of major civilian cities/villages for the shinobi to do stuff in#also in the angst path sanemi isnt abusive like kyogo is hes just neglectful & since giyuu was essentially completely cut off from his#normal amount of casual affection and reassurances to Literally Nothing + the looming threat of kyogo's ire + different biology#he has no support aside from Nagisa(who is trying her damn best) and it wears on him mentally ykno?#then the one person he THOUGHT loved him turns out to actually not love *him* so it turns into a fantasy he desperately clings to.#just *someone* to love and support him for being *him* and not some character.#oh almost forgot to tag#sanegiyuu#also to be specific abt the arranged marriage part kyogo forced the tomioka's hand(marry or we decimate you & still get the trade routes<3)#but giyuu volunteered in place of tsutako. he wasnt against the idea of marrying but everyone was fearful of the shinazugawa's culture#and sent Nagisa with him as like. a helper. idk if it has a name. shes a beta well versed in medicine & secondary sex stuff so giyuu's not#COMPLETELY alone to deal with that surrounded by a bunch of people who know nothing about it. theyre formal with eachother as Tomiokas#but to the Shinazugawa they seem really close. mountain pass/southern culture is Very different. more communal and close-knit to#deal with the harsh environment of the mountains/cold
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Ketchum vs. Ketchum! Showdown in Cerulean City!
Woo! Finale time! I wanted to make this final battle feel special and give it more substance than I could do with just a comic. So! I got the help of @cyberwulf to write out this ending in fanfic form! Check it out here on AO3 if you prefer! If not, the journey continues below the cut~
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James Sidestory / Meowth Sidestory
A lot has happened since our PokĂŠ Moms began their journey. After a rocky startâŚ
â*SQUAWK*â
âŚtheyâve managed to catch some new PokĂŠmonâŚ
âRun! Run! Run!â
âŚin their own way.
âWhat a cute baby! You know, I have a son, too!â
With their month on the road almost up, Delia had just one more thing she wanted to doâŚ
âI want to beat the Cerulean City Gym!â
But little did Delia know, there was a surprise waiting for her in Cerulean City!
âMOM??? JESSIE???â
âLetâs have a double battle! You and Ash versus Jessie and I!â
âYouâre on! But Iâm not going easy on you just cuz youâre family!â
ââŚWhatâs going on?â
PokĂŠ Mom Adventures
EP009
Ketchum vs Ketchum! Showdown in Cerulean City!
The water of the Cerulean gym battlefield glistened in the sunshine streaming through its crystal glass roof. Both teams gazed at each other with steely determination (and some lingering confusion, in Mistyâs case) as above them, the Drone Rotom announced the rules.
âThis will be a double battle between Gym Leader Misty and Champion Ash, and the challengers Delia and Jessie.â It projected a holographic image of both teams. âFor todayâs battle, each trainer may use two PokĂŠmon. The battle is over when all of one teamâs PokĂŠmon can no longer battle.â
âAll right!â Misty declared. âThis is an official League battle for the Cascade badge!â
âAnd bragging rights!â Jessie added with a smirk.
âWeâll see about that!â Ash retorted. Misty glanced at him, taking in his clenched fists and gritted teeth. Sheâd seen Ash determined before, but⌠there was something here that she was missing. However, with the Drone Rotom hovering expectantly overhead, finding out what that something was would have to wait.
âCome out â Corsola!â
The Coral PokĂŠmon landed on the rock in front of her, eagerly crying its name.
âThis is a water-themed gym, so Iâll go with a Water-Type,â Ash remarked. âOshawott, I choose you!â
âThatâs the spirit, Ash!â Misty exclaimed. âItâs the job of a Gym Leader to help trainers learn type advantage and weaknesses by specialising in one kind of PokĂŠmon, and around here thatâs Water-Types!â
âWater, huh?â Jessie frowned as she considered the three PokĂŠmon she had on hand. âWell, I donât want my delicate little Ziggy to get her fur wet.â With a flourish, she tossed a PokĂŠball high in the air. âGo, Venomoth!â
The Poison Moth PokĂŠmon emerged, hovering over the water.
âItâs a shame we donât have any Grass or Electric-types,â Delia mused. âI guess weâll just have to do our best with what we have.â Pushing her bangs out of her face, she called, âI choose you!â
Ash and Mistyâs jaws dropped as the light from Deliaâs PokĂŠball coalesced into a very large, very stern-looking Kangaskhan.
âI didnât know your mom had such a strong PokĂŠmon,â Misty whispered.
âNeither did I,â Ash whispered back. Movement at the corner of his eye caught his attention and he looked down at his starter PokĂŠmon. âSomething wrong, Pikachu?â
âPikaâŚâ
Pikachu gazed across the water at Kangaskhan, ears and tail up, alert to⌠something. But before anyone could figure out what had caught his attention, there was a small cry.
âKangaskhan!â
The baby squirmed, spooked by the glistening water lapping all around the rock. She buried her face in her motherâs belly and cried again. Cradling her young protectively, Kangaskhan gave Delia an apologetic look.
âOh, of course!â Delia exclaimed. âIâm so sorry. Kangaskhan, return.â Cupping her hands around her mouth, she called across the battlefield. âThat doesnât count as one of my PokĂŠmon, does it?â
âOf course not, Ms. Ketchum!â Misty shouted back. âPlease choose another PokĂŠmon!â
âIf sheâs got one,â Ash said with a confident smirk. âIâm betting sheâll send out Mimey.â
âI choose you⌠Clefairy!â
âLooks like you bet wrong, Ash,â Misty laughed as Ash stared in surprise at the Fairy PokĂŠmon.
Above them, the Drone Rotom moved into position.
âBegin!â
âAll right, Oshawott!â Ash called out. âOpen up with an Aqua Jet!â
With a determined cry, Oshawott blasted a jet of water across the field, hitting Clefairy square in the belly and knocking the Fairy PokĂŠmon off the rock and into the water.
âAsh Ketchum!â Delia exclaimed reproachfully. âThat wasnât very nice!â
Thrown off-guard, Ash gulped. âS-sorry!â (Oh man - I canât believe Iâm actually battling my mom!)
On the opposite side of the battlefield, a wet and bedraggled Clefairy clambered back up on the rock ridge, scowling at her attacker.
âShake it off, Clefairy!â Delia urged as her PokĂŠmon did just that, sending a fine shower of water droplets flying from her pink fur. âUse Disarming Voice!â
With a deep breath, Clefairy shot a vortex of pink hearts towards Oshawott, taking the Sea Otter PokĂŠmon by surprise and knocking him into the water.
âGood work, Deerling!â Jessie shouted triumphantly. âNow itâs my turn!â She pointed at Corsola. âVenomoth, use Poison Sting!â
Venomoth hovered uncertainly for a few moments, then looked back at her.
âIt doesnât look like Venomoth knows that move, honey,â Delia remarked.
âWell, Dustox knew that move!â Jessie protested. âVenomoth should know it too, arenât they both Bug-types?â
Venomoth just blinked at her.
âYou really donât know what moves your PokĂŠmon knows?â Misty asked incredulously.
âOf course I do, just â just let me think!â Jessie spluttered, clenching her fists. âAll right, Venomoth â use Gust!â
Venomoth didnât move.
âWhirlwind!â Jessie tried. âPsybeam! âŚTackle?â
Venomoth looked back and forth between Jessie and the battlefield as it fluttered about agitatedly, utterly confused by the barrage of unfamiliar orders.
âThis is just sad,â Misty muttered, getting a nod of agreement from Ash. Raising her voice, she called out, âCorsola! Use Spike Cannon!â
Corsola glowed, and a split second later a shower of glowing white spikes slammed into Venomoth, driving it backwards towards the trainer box.
âOh, no!â Delia groaned in dismay, wringing her hands. âMaybe we shouldâve practiced with our new PokĂŠmon before coming here!â
âWeâre not giving up!â Jessie snarled, clenching her fists. âVenomoth! Get back out there!â
With a trill, Venomoth shook off the spikes, and floated towards its opponents again.
âCorsola!â Misty called. âHit it with another Spike Cannon!â
Corsola began to glow.
âWell donât just hover there!â Jessie barked out. âItâs about to attack again!â Venomoth looked back at her, and Jessie gestured angrily towards the battlefield. âJust do something! Anything!â
Once more, glowing white spikes shot towards Venomoth. This time, however, Venomoth dove towards the attack, sweeping its wings in front of itself at the last minute. Blue blades of light cut through the barrage of spikes, one hitting Corsola and driving it back.
âThatâs Air Slash!â Ash exclaimed.
âAir Slash, eh?â Jessie shot her opponents a triumphant smirk. âVenomoth! Use Air Slash on that pitiful pink PokĂŠmon again!â
âHang in there, Corsola!â Misty called as her PokĂŠmon was driven back for a second time. âUse Recover!â
âDonât let it recover, Venomoth!â Jessie yelled. âAir Slash again!â
As her PokĂŠmon geared up for another attack, she noticed Delia gazing at her in rapture.
âYouâre so ferocious when you battle, Smoochum,â Delia remarked dreamily. She lowered her voice, waggling her eyebrows. âItâs kinda hot.â
Jessie blushed and giggled. âBaaabe, not in front of the twerps.â
Misty wrinkled her nose in disgust. ââŚSmoochum?â
âFreak out later, Misty!â Ash yelled. Venomoth was bearing down on Corsola, and the Coral PokĂŠmon didnât have much left. âOshawott! Use Hydro Pump on Venomoth to protect Corsola!â
Leaping high into the air, Oshawott sent a powerful jet of water directly at Jessieâs Venomoth. With a cry, the Poison Moth hit the floor between Jessie and Delia, bounced once, and fainted.
âHey, no fair!â Jessie bellowed, stamping her foot. âI was distracted!â She recalled Venomoth with a scowl. âI ought to ground you for making me look bad!â
âThis is really weird,â Misty mumbled.
âYou have no idea,â Ash sighed wearily.
âAll right, you big blue blob,â Jessie growled to her faithful Patient PokĂŠmon, âget out there and letâs win this thing!â
Saluting, Wobbuffet waddled forward, straight into the water. Jessie pinched the bridge of her nose as Wobbuffet awkwardly clambered up onto the protruding rock.
âWobbles canât attack unless heâs attacked first,â Delia murmured to herself. âOshawott is strong, and Corsola can use Recover to gain back health. That means Iâve got to make this next move count!â She looked to Clefairy, wet and winded but not out of the battle. It was risky, butâŚ
âClefairy! Use Metronome!â
âMetronome?!â Misty exclaimed as Clefairy began to move her fingers hypnotically back and forth. âNow anything can happen!â
âHold tight, everybody!â Ash called, just as the Fairy PokĂŠmonâs fingers turned white.
Razor-sharp leaves whipped through the air, striking Oshawott and Corsola. The Grass-Type move was too much for the dual Rock/Water Type, and Corsola collapsed into the water, fainted. Oshawott was driven back against the rock ridge, and Ash held his breath, but the Drone Rotom only counted Corsola out.
âOshawott! You hanging in there, buddy?â
With a grimace, the Sea Otter PokĂŠmon gave him a determined nod. âOsha!â
âHa!â Jessie cried triumphantly. âNow weâre even!â She clenched her fists, calling tauntingly across the battlefield. âWhoâs next, twerpette? Togepi? Psyduck?â
âShe sure is cocky for being down to just Wobbuffet,â Ash muttered.
âNot for long,â Misty replied with a smirk. She plucked her second PokĂŠball from her hip.
âGo â Gyarados!â
Deliaâs eyes widened and Jessie took several steps back as the gigantic PokĂŠmon appeared in the water. It glowered down at both trainers, making Delia swallow hard.
(Nowâs not the time to lose my nerve! Gyarados is just a PokĂŠmon like any other. All I have to do is-)
âHey!â Jessie exclaimed angrily. âNo fair using such a powerful PokĂŠmon! What, are Staryu and Starmie at the PokĂŠmon Centre or something?!â
Taken aback, Misty gaped at the former Team Rocket member in disbelief. âSince when do you care about playing fair?â
âSince you decided to use that monstrosity on a first-time trainer!â Jessie retorted with a shake of her fist. âThatâs cheating!â
Misty paused, almost second-guessing her choice of PokĂŠmon, when she remembered who she was dealing with. Squaring her shoulders, she shot back, âYouâre not a first-time trainer!â
âCouldâve fooled me,â Ash muttered.
âI heard that!â Jessie bawled.
âItâs okay, honey,â Delia murmured, placing her hand on Jessieâs shoulder. âWe can beat them. We just need to use strategy!â
âGyarados!â Misty called out. Jessie may not have been the best trainer, and her track record with him was hit or miss, but Wobbuffet could reflect almost any attack. It might just have been luck, but Clefairyâs Metronome had taken out Corsola and left Oshawott just barely hanging on. There was only one choice of target.
âUse Hurricane on Clefairy, now!â
Rearing back, Gyarados shot a powerful blast of air directly at the Fairy PokĂŠmon, sending her flying back to the trainer box.
âOh no!â Delia cried. She knelt by her stricken PokĂŠmonâs side, but it was obvious even without Drone Rotom saying so that Clefairy couldnât continue. âYou did a wonderful job, Clefairy.â Recalling her PokĂŠmon, she rose, pushed her bangs out of her eyes, and called her second PokĂŠmon.
âMimey, I choose you!â
Ash clenched his fists. No more surprises â he knew what Mimey was capable of. Oshawott was tough, but heâd taken a lot of damage. If the Sea Otter PokĂŠmon only had one move left, then Ash had to make it count.
âOshawott! Hit Mimey with Aqua Jet!â
âMimey, dodge it!â Delia cried out.
The Barrier PokĂŠmon leapt high in the air, leaving Ash to watch, powerless, as Aqua Jet splashed harmlessly on the ground between his mother and Jessie. But before he could call out another attack â
âNow, Mimey, Focus Punch on Oshawott!â
There was no time for Oshawott to get out of the way. Mimey dove straight down, fist outstretched, and scored a direct hit. Both PokĂŠmon vanished underwater. All four trainers held their breath. After a few seconds, Mimey burst out of the water, effortlessly leaping onto the rock. A moment later Oshawott floated to the surface, fainted.
âGood work, Oshawott,â Ash murmured as he recalled his PokĂŠmon. He turned to Pikachu. âLooks like my momâs a tougher trainer than I thought. You ready, Pikachu?â
The yellow mouse nodded, one tiny fist raised. âPika!â
âYou be nice to us now, Pikachu!â Delia cheered brightly.
Jessie was less optimistic.
âBabe, this isnât looking good,â she murmured urgently. âIâve been beaten by that Pikachu a zillion times! And that Gyarados looks strong. And mean! I donât know ifâŚâ
She trailed off as the other woman took her hands.
âNow you listen to me, Jessie Ketchum.â Delia gazed into her eyes, a look of fierce determination on her face. âA zillion battles. A zillion losses. Against that very Pikachu. And you never gave up. So youâre not gonna give up now! Okay?â
Jessie stared back at her. Time seemed to stand still. Deliaâs fingers were warm on her own as her words of encouragement hung in the air.
âJessie⌠Ketchum?â
With the briefest of nods, Delia turned to face their opponents.
âAsh honey, donât you hold back just because Iâm your mom!â she called. âWeâre going to give it our all, even if we lose!â
âSheâs a lot like you, Ash,â Misty laughed. As Ash tugged the brim of his hat down to hide his blush, she raised her voice and called to the challengers. âYouâre doing great, Ms. Ketchum! Iâm really impressed by your abilities as a trainer. Now show me youâre worthy of the Cascade badge!â
âHey!â Jessie yelled indignantly. âWhat am I, chopped liver?! My Venomoth pushed your Corsola to the brink!â
Misty grimaced. This was all still too strange â Jessie was a good guy? Jessie and Ashâs mom were⌠partners? She struggled for something positive to say about Jessieâs performance so far.
âUh â yeah!â she managed. âIt was, uh, really great how you figured out that one move.â
Jessie put her hands on her hips. âUgh, could you sound any more insincere?!â
With a growl of impatience, Ash cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled across the battlefield. âHey! Are we gonna battle or what?â
âOh, weâre battling, twerp,â Jessie shot back. âAnd weâre gonna win!â
Ash grinned. âYou ready, Pikachu?â The yellow PokĂŠmon turned to look at his trainer. Ash pointed. âQuick attack!â
âHa!â Jessie scoffed as Pikachu zigzagged along the rock ridge. âWobbuffet, use Counter!â
Pikachu leaped forwardâŚ
âOn Mimey!â
Delia and Jessie gasped as Pikachu pivoted and went straight for the Barrier PokĂŠmon. Taken by surprise, he took the full brunt of the attack, losing his balance and hitting the water.
âA fake out!â Delia exclaimed. She beamed at her son with pride. âThat was so smart of you, honey! You had us completely fooled!â
âBaaabe!â Jessie hissed. âI get that you care about him â I do too â but right now heâs the enemy!â
Delia tapped her fist against her head, grinning nervously. âOh, right!â
âThis is hurting my brain,â Misty groaned.
âHow do you think I feel?â Ash grumbled.
Delia took a moment to centre herself and assess the situation. Pikachu didnât have a Type advantage, but his Electric attacks were powerful â not to mention that Mimey was still wet. Of course, using them ran the risk of electrifying the entire battlefield, including Gyarados, but only one PokĂŠmon needed to be left standing in order for that PokĂŠmonâs team to win.
âMimey!â she commanded. âUse Psychic on Pikachu!â
âMr Mime!â
Mimey fixed Pikachu with an intense stare, his eyes and hands glowing blue. Blue light enveloped the yellow mouse as he was lifted into the air. Pikachu strained and struggled, but couldnât break free.
Ash groaned in exasperation.
âMisty, go for Mimey!â he called. âIf you weaken him, maybe Pikachu can break free. Plus, heâs a lot stronger than Wobbuffet!â
Misty nodded. âRight!â
âHey!â Jessie objected. âJust because itâs true doesnât mean you have to say it!â She shook her fist at them. âI raised you better than that, Ash Ketchum!â
âWha â â Ash took a step back, flabbergasted. âYou didnât raise me at all!â
âThe heck I didnât!â Jessie retorted. âWho kept an eye on you while you twerped your way through eight regions, huh?!â
Misty rubbed her temples. The whole situation was giving her a headache.
âGyarados!â
The Atrocious PokĂŠmon stirred itself and looked her way.
âUse Crunch on Mr. Mime, now!â
âOh no, not Crunch!â Delia fretted, as Gyarados reared back, a sinister purple aura swirling around its fangs. âThatâs a Dark-Type move!â
âWobbuffet!â Jessie barked. âGet between Mimey and Gyarados and use Counter!â
Saluting, Wobbuffet leaped in front of Mimey, his body outlined in orange light. Crunch hit, hard, and bounced back twice as hard. Both Gyarados and Wobbuffet recoiled from the damage.
âWobbles!â Delia cried out, as Mimey caught Wobbuffet in his arms.
âDonât you quit on me now, Wobbuffet!â Jessie shouted.
Wobbuffet saluted weakly as Mimey pushed him back onto his paws. The distraction worked, and Pikachu dropped back to the rock, freed from Psychic.
âKeep the pressure on, Pikachu!â Ash yelled. âUse Iron Tail on Mimey, now!â
âQuick, Mimey!â Delia shouted as Pikachu somersaulted through the air, tail glowing white. âUse Reflect!â
Pikachu hit the invisible barrier and flew backwards, landing in the water.
âGyarados!â Misty commanded. âUse Crunch again!â
âMimey, keep using Reflect!â Delia shouted. âDonât let them in!â She had to think. Poor Wobbles, he didnât have much left â one more shot from that big Gyarados and that would be it. Not to mention that if Crunch hit Mimey, the battle would be over! Sheâd completely forgotten Gyarados could learn that move! Oh, maybe she shouldâve used Zaggy insteadâŚ
Mimey obediently continued to use Reflect as Gyarados and Pikachu attacked from either side. Slowly the invisible barriers began to box them in, till Mimey and Wobbuffet were crowded together on the rock.
âBabe!â Jessie urged. âWe have to do something or weâre gonna lose!â
âI know!â Delia groaned. âI justâŚâ She cupped her face in her hands, pulling down on her cheeks. ââŚI donât know!â
âMs Ketchum!â
Delia lifted her head.
âYou canât let us back you into a corner!â Misty called. âUse your environment to find a way out!â
Ash shot her a glare. âHey, whose side are you on?!â
âItâs my job as a Gym leader to help trainers to learn,â Misty explained with a smile. âDid you forget?â
âYou didnât help me when I battled you for the first time!â Ash replied indignantly, poking his thumb into his chest.
Misty glowered at him.
âThatâs because you still owed me a new bike, Ash Ketchum!â
âAaagh!â Ash placed both hands on his head, tugging his hat down. âCanât you let that go already? It got repaired, didnât it?â
While their opponents bickered, Delia had taken Mistyâs words to heart.
âUse the environmentâŚâ she mused. There was only one place Mimey and Wobbles could go â but first they had to do something about the double attacks coming their way.
âJessie!â she hissed, beckoning her partner to come closer. âCan you have Wobbles use Counter?â
Jessie looked at Wobbuffet, sweating nervously as he stood behind Mimey. She nodded.
âOkay,â Delia replied. She whispered quickly in the other womanâs ear. Jessie grinned, then straightened up.
âWobbuffet! Use Counter on both those attacks!â
Without any hesitation, Wobbuffet moved in front of Mimey, body once more enveloped in an orange glow. Crunch and Iron Tail came back double on Gyarados and Pikachu, sending the two flying backwards. Both PokĂŠmon landed hard on the rock, Gyarados almost wrapping around it with the force of the blow.
âOn your feet, Pikachu!â Ash called. âItâs not over yet! âŚHuh?â
He blinked at the empty battlefield. Mimey and Wobbuffet had both disappeared. Ash tensed as he scoured the water for any sign of the enemy PokĂŠmon, but the surface was still settling from the last bout of attacks. The sunlight streaming through the roof didnât help either â it made the rippling water glitter.
Misty spotted movement a second too late.
âLook out-â
In tandem, Mimey and Wobbuffet burst through the surface, taking up positions either side of Gyarados and Pikachu, trapping their opponents between them.
âGood work, you two!â Delia cheered. She pointed dramatically. âNow, Mimey â use Psychic on both of them!â
Once more, Mimeyâs eyes and hands glowed. Both Gyarados and Pikachu rose into the air, enveloped in blue light.
âGreat strategy, Ms. Ketchum!â Misty called, earning a dirty look from Ash which she ignored. âThereâs no point going for Wobbuffet â heâll just Counter our attacks again.â
âRight,â Ash agreed. âWeâve gotta take out Mimey!â He raised his voice. âPikachu!â
Misty did likewise. âGyarados!â
Delia grinned. âJust as I thought.â She looked at her partner. âGet ready with Mirror Coat!â
Jessie blinked in confusion. ââŚHuh?â
âThunderbolt ââ
âHydro Pump ââ
âOn Mimey!â both young trainers yelled in unison.
âMimey!â Delia called, just as both PokĂŠmon charged their attacks. âDrop them, use Light Screen and aim at Wobbles!â
âAim at WHO?!â Jessie exclaimed.
There was no time to explain. Everything turned on a split second. Pikachu and Gyarados began to fall through the air. Several volts of electricity and a powerful torrent of water hit Mimeyâs Light Screen and barrelled towards Wobbuffet.
The diabolical beauty of Deliaâs devious plan suddenly caught up with Jessie. That pair of pathetic PokĂŠmon were in for a â
âNow, honey!â
Jessie almost fumbled the command.
âM-Mirror Coat!â
Wobbuffet glowed, shrouded in a reflective aura. Everything seemed to slow down. The attacks hit. They bounced back at Mimey. Pikachu and Gyarados fell. Ashâs mouth opened in a silent noooo.
The timing was perfect.
Gyarados and Pikachu fell in front of Mimey, taking the full brunt of Thunderbolt and Hydro Pump, doubled by Mirror Coat. The sheer force of the attacks drove them along the surface of the water, causing huge plumes of water to rise into the air either side of them. The battlefield disappeared in a shroud of surf and spray.
âPikachu!â Ash cried out.
All four trainers held their breath as the mist began to clear.
Jessie cried out in dismay on seeing Wobbuffet floating belly-up in the water. Ash groaned on spotting Pikachu doing likewise. Draped over the rock, Gyarados lifted its head weakly, then dropped it again.
Delia scanned the water, a smile spreading across her face as Mimey swam to the rock and clambered up, standing tall with a cry of, âMr. Mime!â
âWobbuffet, Pikachu, and Gyarados are unable to battle,â the Drone Rotom declared, as Ash sank to his knees. âThe winners are the challengers, Delia and Jessie!â
âI⌠I canât believe thisâŚâ Ash moaned.
âWeâŚâ Jessie couldnât stop staring at the battlefield, Drone Rotomâs words ringing in her ears. ââŚwe won?â She looked to Delia, and the joyful look on her face confirmed it. âWe WON!!!â
Delia shrieked as Jessie caught hold of her and lifted her high in the air, doing a twirl before setting her back on her feet and peppering her face with kisses. âHahahaha!â She turned to their opponents, pulling down on one eyelid while sticking her tongue out. âSuck it, twe â I mean, Ash and Misty! I knew this day would come sooner or later!â
âJessica, I know youâre happy, but donât be a bad winner,â Delia chided gently. âMagnanimity in victory goes a long way.â
âBut baaaabe!â Jessie whined. âIâve never had a victory this magnificent before!â
Delia just smiled and gave her a peck on the lips. âI think poor Wobbles wants you,â she remarked, nodding to the battlefield. âWeâll need to get him to a PokĂŠmon Centre with Venomoth and Clefairy.â
Jessie nodded and went to haul Wobbuffet out of the water.
âCome on, you,â she grunted as she dragged the Patient PokĂŠmon back onto dry land. Briefly she removed her cap and wiped the sweat from her brow. Fine, so she couldnât taunt the twerps any more. Victory still tasted pretty sweet.
In her arms, Wobbuffet stirred and smiled weakly up at her. Jessie couldnât help but smile back.
âHow about that?â she murmured to him. âYouâre a winner, Wobbuffet. I bet you canât wait to tell the others.â
He managed a salute and a quiet âWobbaâŚâ before Jessie recalled him to his PokĂŠball.
Ash, meanwhile, remained on his knees in the trainer box. âI canât believe we lost to my mom.â
âYou gotta admit, that last strategy was a thing of beauty,â Misty replied with a smile. Sheâd made her way out to the rock and was cradling Gyaradosâs head, absently rubbing its crest. The big PokĂŠmon opened its eyes and let out a quiet rumble. âI guess now we know where you get your battling skills from, champ!â
Stepping out of her sneakers, Delia carefully negotiated the slippery rock and fished Pikachu out of the water. A couple of vigorous rubs from his head to his tail, and the Electric Mouse PokĂŠmon opened his eyes.
âYou were great, Pikachu,â Delia murmured. She tickled him under his chin, getting a weak âChaaaâ in response. She made her way back to the side of the battlefield to find Ash, Misty and Jessie waiting. âYou were great too, honey.â
Ash managed a smile as she handed Pikachu to him. âThanks, Mom.â He gasped as he was pulled into a hug.
âThat was such a fun battle!â Delia exclaimed. She loosened her hold just enough to look at him. âI can see why you like this so much.â
âWatch out, Ash,â Misty teased. âYou might just have a new rival on your hands!â
Ash let out a distressed yelp.
âOh no, I donât have time for that,â Delia assured him with a wave of her hand. As Ash sighed with relief, she cupped his cheek and tilted his head up to look at him. âBut travelling around this past month and battling with you today⌠itâs made me feel a little bit closer to you.â
Ash blushed, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.
âAw, Mom,â he mumbled with a grin.
âAhem.â
Ash and Delia turned to see Misty holding out a Cascade badge.
âThis is yours, Ms. Ketchum,â the Gym Leader declared. âYou made the battlefield, your PokĂŠmon and their moves work to your advantage. Iâm impressed!â
âOh, youâre too kind, really,â Delia replied, blushing as she accepted the badge. Its blue surface seemed to glitter in the sunlight streaming in from the roof. âIâll treasure this, always. Thank you.â
âThatâs how you win a badge fair and square,â Misty teased, shooting a wink Ashâs way.
The Champion rolled his eyes. âYeah, yeah, whatever.â
âArenât you forgetting something?â
All three turned to see Jessie holding out her hand.
âWhat about me?â she demanded. âThe perfect PokĂŠmon battle partner? Trainer of vicious Venomoth and wild Wobbuffet? Whereâs my badge?â
Misty sighed. Jessie had been on the winning team, and she had won a badge fair and square, but the whole situation was still bizarre.
âIâll give you a badge if you explain what allâŚâ She waved her hand between Jessie and Delia. ââŚthis is about.â
âDelia and I dating,â Jessie scoffed with a shrug. âItâs not that complicated.â
âI got that part,â Misty shot back irritatedly, âI justâŚâ She looked from Jessie, standing with her arms crossed, to Ms. Ketchum, who had one hand on Jessieâs hip, to Ash, who looked like he was hoping the floor would open up and swallow him. ââŚyou know what, never mind.â Reaching into her pocket, she took out a second Cascade badge.
âI canât believe this is happening, but⌠you earned this!â
Jessie let out a little cry of joy as Misty put the badge into her hand.
âOh, Deerling, look how pretty it is!â she gushed. âDo you think maybe we could just get the prettiest Gym badges?â
âI donât see why not,â Delia replied. âWith James to run the restaurant, I can take vacations more often!â
âJames is ââ Misty glared at Ash, who pulled the brim of his cap down and giggled nervously. âWeâre going to the PokĂŠmon Centre and then youâre telling me whatâs been going on, Ash Ketchum!â
âLetâs all go to the PokĂŠmon Centre,â Delia suggested. âOur PokĂŠmon battled hard today, they deserve a good rest.â
It wasnât long before Nurse Joyâs tender care had Venomoth, Corsola, Oshawott, Clefairy, Wobbuffet, Gyarados and Pikachu feeling like their old selves again. Delia squeezed Jessieâs hand, murmuring âthatâll be you one day, Smoochumâ as they watched Joy work.
âWell, we should get going,â Delia declared once they had their PokĂŠmon back.
âWe were going to stay and have dinner, Ms. Ketchum,â Misty said. She eyed Jessie reluctantly, but made the offer anyway. ââŚYouâre welcome to join us.â
âThatâs sweet of you, Misty, but weâve been away long enough,â Delia replied, to both kidsâ relief. âItâs time we headed home. Thank you both so much for such an amazing battle.â She hugged Ash tightly. âDonât stay away too long, honey.â
âYou know I wonât, Mom,â Ash replied, blushing. He shot Misty a grin. âIâll be home right after I kick Mistyâs butt in our rematch!â
âThen Iâll see you soon,â Delia murmured. She let go of her son and gave Misty a quick hug and a wink. âTry not to beat him too badly!â
âHey!â Ash exclaimed indignantly.
Delia stepped back, joining her girlfriend near the door of the PokĂŠmon Centre. She gave her a look and nodded to both kids. With a sigh, Jessie trudged up to Ash and gave him a stiff hug.
âSee you at home, kid,â she mumbled. Letting go, she turned to Misty. âThanks for the battle and the badge, I guess...?â
The two gazed at each other for a few awkward moments, then Jessie took a step closer, slowly lifting her arms.
âAah!â Misty hurriedly moved back, holding her hands up in front of her. âI donât think Iâm there yet.â
Jessie dropped her arms with a huge sigh of relief. âGreat! Me neither.â She offered her hand instead, and the Gym Leader shook it.
Ash and Misty stepped outside the PokĂŠmon Centre to see them off, their goodbyes ringing in the air as Delia and Jessie got on the road. Jessie slung her arm around her girlfriendâs shoulder.
âHappy, babe?â
âYes and no,â Delia sighed. âIâm sad my journeyâs over, but I couldnât be happier about how it went. I made three wonderful new friends, foiled a nasty poacher, and that battle today ââ She clenched her fists in front of her. â â I never felt so alive! I canât wait to tell Professor Oak and James and Meowth all about it!â She slipped an arm around Jessieâs waist. âIâm so glad you talked me into this.â
Jessie preened. âOh it was nothing, babe, I ââ
She broke off as Delia took hold of her hands.
âThank you for making my dreams come true,â the other woman whispered. Jessieâs heart caught in her throat as she saw tears shining in Deliaâs eyes. âNot just today, but every day weâre together.â
Jessie smiled, warmth blooming in her chest.
âItâs the least I could do,â she replied. Delia deserved more, so much more, for putting up with her, believing in her, loving her. Not to mention all sheâd done for James and Meowth too. Maybe one day â
- but before Jessie could continue the thought, Delia leaned up and pulled her into a tender kiss.
THE END
âOh, I canât wait to get home to our nice comfy bed!â
âUgh, me too. I hate sleeping on the ground.â
ââŚwho said anything about sleeping?â
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đĽ pairing: kim mingyu x f.reader đĽ wordcount: 19.0k đĽ genre: fake marriage au!, fluff, angst, smut (18+ mdni)
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đĽ summary: you and mingyu (a former mafia member and also your ex-fiancè's former best friend) are forced into witness protection. All youâve been told is that youâre meant to act like a happily married couple. Pushed into a cookie cutter house, and a suburban neighbourhood far from the city, where people bring you baked goods on your first day and partake in small talk, itâs all foreign and new. Thereâs so many things you donât know about him, but for a man whoâs only known violence and all things illegal, heâs somehow the perfect house husband.
đĽ tags: nonidol!au, ex-mafia!mingyu, househusband!mingyu, afab!reader, catmom!reader, neighbour!verkwan, marshall officer!junhui and jihoon, ex-fiancè! seungcheol, fake marriage, mingyu loves to garden, mingyu has a large dragon tattoo on his back that is barely mentioned, mentions of the show Bluey and the movie Twilight, lots of domesticity and house work talk.
đĽ note: i got this fic done earlier than expected but i have LOTS of people to thank because they are a huge part of why i was even able to get it done. firstly to my beta-readers, thank you, you were all so helpful and i really wouldn't have it done without you all @gyuswhore , @highvern , and @onlyhuis âĄ. thank you to @wooahaeproductions , @hannieween , and june (again) for allowing me to put a cameo of you all in the fic! a big thank you to all the people who sent asks that helped me write some of the scenes in the story. thank you to a lot of the @svthub members who helped sm with this fic, esp @ourdawnishotterthanourday, @bitchlessdino, @seokgyuu, @onlymingyus, and @the-boy-meets-evil !! i couldn't have done it without you all and i'm so grateful âĄ. i worked really hard on this fic and i've been talking about it for so long, so thank you to all of you who interacted with my posts and waited so patiently. i appreciate every single one of you and i hope you enjoy this story because i really love it too :). see you soonest - anna âĄ.
đĽ some songs i listened to while writing: lagi - bini, i wish - seventeen, sunny day - beabadoobee, chocolate - seventeen vocal unit. đĽ masterlist
-> smut tags/ warnings under the cut (18+ mdni!)
đĽ smut tags: dom!gyu, sub!reader, unprotected penetrative p in v sex (don't do it!), breeding kink, multiple rounds, multiple positons, creampie, spanking, choking (barely), oral (f.receiving), spitting, pet names (reader: baby, wife) (mingyu: baby). đĽ warnings: mentions of weapon and drug trafficking, violence, reader is paranoid and anxious from time to time, a lot of inaccurate talk about legal stuff and witness protection, everything listed is talked about with as very little detail as possible.
The tension in the air is thick, not one word was uttered the whole car ride.
Everything still felt surreal, especially because the person youâre forced to live with for the next year is someone you arenât particularly fond of.Â
When you were told that youâd be put into witness protection due to your ex-fianceâs mafia bust, you didnât expect that it would be spent with his right-hand man. The same man who you watched execute heinous acts under the volition of your ex. It wasnât his fault that he had to carry out orders, but witnessing him unleash his wrath onto others was enough for you to steer clear of him.Â
You arenât one to judge, especially because you were to be wed to the mafia boss himself. You knew he was partaking in shady business, but you didnât know that innocent peopleâs lives were included in his scheme to make more money.Â
âI think weâre here,â Mingyu breaks the silence for the first time since you entered the car.Â
Your attention is brought to the large sign that is displayed in front of the gated community. The words âBridgewater Heightsâ are plastered to the high cement wall that surrounds the area. A part of you is glad that it at least looks like a secure place to live and bougie too; the gated entrance requiring a passcode with guards sitting at the doors screamed wealth.Â
Never in your life did you think you were going to be living in such an expensive-looking place. Even when you were still dating Seungcheol, who had money raining down on him constantly, you never desired this lifestyle. Maybe it was because you never understood the want to live in the suburbs, the city suited you better anyway.
 Those initial thoughts are offset as you stare out the car window. children happily playing in the streets, the sun shining down on them, their laughter seeping through the cracks of the car door as they skip around. Everything here seems so cheerful. you wonder if you could begin to find that type of joy if you stay here long enough too.Â
As you approach the house you are forced to stay in, you realize that it looks like every other one in the neighbourhood. Large, modern, and painfully identical to your neighbours. A white picket fence lining the yard, with a front-facing garage that perfectly fits two cars. Large windows and a wrap-around porch tie it all together. You couldnât help but be amazed at how grand everything looks, the difference is drastic from your cozy apartment back in the city.Â
An audible gulp goes down your throat. It didnât start feeling real till now, especially because you spent the hour-long car ride daydreaming about your old home. Reading a book on the couch while stroking your cat, Norbertâs fur. His purring in the back seat calms you down, but not enough that you can accept your fate of living with Mingyu for the next year.Â
Your now âhusbandâ parks in the driveway before popping the trunk open to unload the suitcases that carried half of your life. All your clothes, books, and trinkets are all sized down to sixty kilograms. It upset you to take only your most important things, but if it meant youâd be safe from your ex, you knew you had no choice but to agree.Â
As you opened the door to your new home, your heart began to pound in your chest.Â
You watched as Mingyu continued to haul everything from the car into the house; his large biceps bulging through his white tee as he carried the box that caged your now whining cat. Norbertâs meowing becomes more agitated with every passing second he spends in his carrier case, the guilty feeling pools in your stomach as his meows turn into cries. You hated keeping him in one place for long, especially for long car rides.Â
Norbert has always been an active cat, running around, and exploring your old neighbourhood, and at the end of the day, he always came back. At night you two spent hours cuddling while you read your books; sometimes reading the words aloud as if your cat could understand what you were saying.Â
Mingyu finishes up with the last of the boxes, taking a step back to look at the new house in all its glory. His hands on his hips as he sighs, admiring the work that had gone into building the house. You didnât understand why he found the craftsmanship so interesting, but you decided not to think too hard about it.Â
He turns to you with an apprehensive smile, his eyes glinting in the sun, âHome sweet home, I guess.âÂ
two.Â
The first few days at the new house were uneventful and awkward, to say the least. Mingyu spent the majority of his time doing random housework, he thought that if he had to live here for a year, then he should at least try and make it as âhomey" as possible.Â
Many of the women in the neighbourhood had deemed Mingyu as their new eye candy, even though he wore his pink Shibu inu apron while tending to the garden at the front of the house. They would especially make sure to take multiple laps around the block during their group walks, drooling over his toned muscles as he began to plant an array of flowers on the lawn.Â
Mingyu isnât very observant when it comes to people finding him attractive, believe it or not. He automatically assumes that the wives of Bridgewater just wanted to get to know the new couple that just moved in.Â
âWhat a beautiful garden you have!â one of the wives called out from the sidewalk, her eyes glinting with appeal.Â
âThank you, Itâs not done just yet, but I think weâre finally getting somewhere,â Mingyu smiles bashfully.Â
âOf course dear. You know if youâre ever free you should come and take a look at my garden,â another lady giggles, her innuendo flying right over Mingyuâs head.
The group of forty-plus-year-old women all giggle like school girls as they watch his face turn red with flattery. Mingyu scratched the back of his head awkwardly as they bid him goodbye, curious as to what the group of women thought was so funny about him taking a look at their gardens. Itâs all just a bunch of flowers, isnât it?Â
The sound of your carâs engine brings Mingyu out of his thoughts, his gardening tools forgotten by the piles of dirt. You lug Nortbertâs carrier as you walk into the house, acknowledging his presence with a small nod. His pink aprons raise a few questions in your head, but you decide not to comment on it.Â
âOh hey youâre back, is he ok?â Mingyu asks, motioning to the carrier you hold in your hand.Â
Halting your steps, your eyes widen as you realize that heâs talking to you. There wasnât much conversation between the two of you since you moved in. so you found it a little surprising that heâs asking about Norbert, the cat who tends to show lots of aggression towards him.Â
âMorning. Heâs ok, I just took him for his check-up at the vet,â you shrug before entering the house.Â
You leave the conversation there. There wasnât much else to say anyway, and you had a lot of work to get to before the end of the day. If Mingyu feels a little bit ignored by your actions, he doesnât make it noticeable, going back to working on his garden.Â
From across the yard, neither you nor Mingyu notices Seungkwanâs looming figure as he and Vernon enjoy the Friday morning sun. He watches the two of you from his porch with a quirked eyebrow. Theyâre awkward for newlyweds, he thinks to himself.Â
âNonie, donât you think theyâre a little weird?â Seungkwan nudges his boyfriend, whoâs mumbling to himself while Vernon reads his book.Â
Vernon quirks up, moving his headphones a little to hear what his boyfriend has to say, âHuh? Sorry I was reading, whatâd you say?âÂ
âNothing, go back to your book love,â Seungkwan mumbles, his eyes still darting back and forth from your descending figure and Mingyu, his suspicions spiking once more.Â
three.
âSo, howâs the house? Do you guys have everything you need?â Jihoon asks over the phone.Â
Being the marshall officer assigned to your case, he would take time out of his hectic workday to check up on you and Mingyu. You still remember the first time he had contacted you, informing you about your ex escaping a planned police raid. The rhythmic beating of your heart stopped the moment those words left Jihoonâs lips, and the fear of Seungcheol showing up at your home unannounced at any moment doubled within a second.Â
You didnât want to leave everything behind, especially because of how hard it was for you to build a life for yourself in your old city. But the other half of you was scared at the possibility of Seungcheol finding out about your new apartment and your new job; it was all too risky.Â
Now that youâre here, a part of you wonders what you would have said if Jihoon told you that Mingyu was the man they were going to put into witness protection alongside yourself. Maybe if you knew from the beginning you wouldâve refused, or at least asked to be placed somewhere that allowed you to be alone.Â
âItâs fine Jihoon, weâve unpacked everything, but our neighbours are quite noisy if Iâm being honest,â you sigh, petting Norbert in your lap as you answer all of his questions.Â
The first day you and Mingyu moved in, your neighbour Seungkwan took it upon himself to introduce you to Bridgwater. Not only did he give you the rundown of every family that lived on your block, but he also became very curious about you and Mingyu. Seungkwanâs questions hit you back to back as if you were being interviewed, and you donât even remember how you answered any of them.Â
âWhoâs the handsome one carrying all your things?â
âOh, thatâs your husband? How long have you been married? How did you two meet?âÂ
âDo you two have any kids? No? Oh what a shame, this neighbourhood is filled with them. Does your husband have a twin brother? Donât tell Vernon I said that â just joking!â
âOh, whoâs Vernon? Heâs my boyfriend, heâs in the house somewhere, anyways why did you two decide to move to Bridgwater?âÂ
The questions went on for what felt like forever and before you knew it Mingyu had finished unpacking the first floor of the house. The place came fully furnished so you didnât have much to do. But Seungkwan made you nervous to say the least, especially because you didnât prepare to be quizzed on your first day in the neighbourhood. The only good thing to come out of that interaction was the brownies he baked, which tasted amazing, surprisingly enough.Â
âWhy? Should I look into it?â Jihoon suggests, bringing you out of your thoughts.Â
You shake your head as if he can see you through the phone call.Â
âNo, itâs okay, one of them just likes to gossip I think,â you laugh. âOther than that weâre fine.âÂ
You hear Jihoon sigh out of relief, his day is already long enough. If he had to spend time looking into your neighbours to see if they had a criminal record, he would miss his dinner date.Â
âOkay, good to know. Iâll call you again next week,â Jihoon says with a monotonous tone.Â
A giggle leaves your lips, the exhaustion clear in his voice. You felt a little bad knowing he had to spend a lot of time on you and Mingyuâs case, but you were also thankful for the fact that you had someone to talk to from time to time.Â
It's only been about a week since you arrived in your little suburbia âhavenâ, and you still havenât made any friends in the neighbourhood. You donât count Seungkwan⌠he was more like a pain in the ass than a friend if anything. Although his boyfriend Vernon wasnât as bad; quiet and a little expressionless, at least he kept to himself.Â
You hear the front door unlock with a beep, you already know who it is.Â
Whipping your head to see Mingyu stepping through the front door, hands filled with grocery bags. His appearance is laughable, his tall stature and large muscles contrasting the pink Shiba Inu apron that he wears over his clothes. You werenât sure where he had got it from or why he chose to wear it in public, but you donât feel like itâs your place to question him.Â
In the few days that you two have been living together, you begin to realize how different he is compared to his former mafia brothers. Mingyu had a knack for knowing his way around the kitchen, the whole house. He spent a lot of his free time cleaning, gardening, or making meals for the two of you.Â
The two of you didnât talk much, and there was still some awkwardness lingering in the air. Meals were eaten with minimal conversation, and during the nights you would read your books in the living room, Mingyu would sit on the opposite side attempting to get Norbert to warm up to him.Â
âNorbert, please! Anytime but now, I have a shit ton of groceries that need to be put away!â You can hear Mingyu exasperate at the front of the house.Â
Norbertâs meowing rings throughout the house and you already know that his claws are probably scratching away at Mingyuâs pants. From what you have gathered, Norbert isnât very fond of Mingyu. You assume that heâs just not used to having another person around the house, but at the same time, you thought your cat would have started to get used to his presence by now.Â
âNorbert, baby! Come and sit with me, Iâve got a new book for us to read,â you call out for him, saving Mingyu from your catâs wrath.Â
The pitter-patter of his claws grows louder as he makes his way towards you, Mingyuâs large sigh of relief following shortly after. You laugh to yourself at how much he likes to torment Mingyu, even though Norbert only weighs about twenty pounds and is a cat. Â
The night goes on without another hitch. Mingyu prepares dinner for the two of you while you and Norbert dive into the first installment of Twilight. Reading aloud so your baby (cat) can follow along with the story about teenage vampires and werewolves.Â
four.Â
Mingyu was a man who thought he would never be able to escape his mafia, let alone be able to restart in a place that didnât tie him to any of his illicit work. He never wanted to work for Seungcheol, nor did he want to live every day wondering if it was going to be his last.Â
He sees himself as a simple man, and all his daydreams are centered around living a simple life. A home thatâs fit for a family, a golden retriever to throw frisbees with, and neighbourhood barbecues. He thought it was all some far-fetched fantasy.Â
It wasnât until Jihoon got in contact with him, thatâs when he realized that he finally had a chance at living the life he always dreamed of. What he didnât know was that you would be the one he was going to be living with. But the moment Jihoon mentioned you, he knew that his wishes were more out of reach than he hoped.Â
He didnât have anything against you, but he still remembers the day you left Seungcheol. It's heavily ingrained in his memory, not only because your escape created an uproar, but it was also the day he realized he too needed to get out of there as soon as possible.
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âBoss? Wonwoo told me you wanted to talk,â Mingyu enters Seungcheolâs office, face painted with worry.Â
The office faces the west side of the city, skyscrapers and clouds surrounding the large floor-to-ceiling windows. There sat Seungcheol, his hair tousled every which way due to his habit of constantly running his fingers through it. The most obvious indicator of Seungcheolâs stress is if his hair is a complete mess, and that is how Mingyu knew that there must be something wrong.Â
âY/n left,â Seungcheolâs voice breaks, head in his hands.Â
His eyes are bloodshot, shoulders shaking as he cries to himself quietly. Seungcheol wasnât prepared for you to leave, let alone disappear without a single goodbye. He knew it was his fault too, and he knew why you left. The world flipped upside from that day onwards. Seungcheol hasnât been the same since.
The air becomes thick, and Mingyu finds it hard to swallow. He knew how much Seungcheol adored you, and he knew that he would do anything for you.Â
âWhat? Why? Did she say anything to you?â Mingyu panics, unsure what to say or how to comfort his leader.Â
âNo note, nothing,â Cheol sighs, picking at the chipped piece of wood on his desk. âAll she left was her ring on the dresser.âÂ
âIâm sorry Cheol, I didnât know.â Mingyu becomes meek, his voice softer than feathers falling onto the pavement.Â
His stomach plummets to the ground. He had a feeling you found out what truly lies under Seungcheolâs business, but he didnât know you would leave so hastily. He felt the guilt swirl throughout his body, but a part of him was relieved. Mingyu knew you werenât meant for this lifestyle, and if you stayed any longer there would be no chance for you to escape.Â
Wonwoo informed him that he told you about what Seungcheol does to bring money in. He told Mingyu that it wouldnât be right to continue to let you live so carelessly without knowing what type of person your fiance is.Â
It wasnât long after that conversation that Mingyu found his way out of Seungcheolâs grasp too. He knows he shouldâve felt bad, and that he shouldâve at least found an excuse to leave Seungcheol. But he just couldnât go through with it, he knew if he even spent a moment explaining himself, he wouldâve never been able to leave.Â
Mingyu was Seungcheolâs right-hand man, his confidant, and most importantly his best friend. Mingyu has seen Cheol grow into the person he is today, and it only makes him feel even more remorse. He knows he shouldâve stopped him from becoming blinded by wealth, by power. But he didnât and it caused him not only to lose his fiancĂŠe, but also his brother.Â
Since that day, Mingyu has constantly pondered what couldâve been if Seungcheol hadnât turned to mafia life. Would they have been happy? Would they have lived long lives with families of their own? There are so many unanswered what-ifs. He knows he canât change his past anymore, but he knows that wants a better future. Even if it meant spending a year faking a marriage with his former best friendâs ex-fiancĂŠe.Â
five.Â
âOh Y/n-ie! Itâs good to see you, I swear I havenât seen you leave the house since youâve moved in,â Seungkwan snips, giving you a tooth-achingly sweet smile.Â
You try to suppress your eye-roll as much as possible as he walks over to your side of the comically green grassed yard. Seungkwanâs hand is on his hip as he watches you make your way to your car.Â
âGood afternoon to you too, Seungkwan. Just needed to pick up a few things for dinner. Mingyu spent the afternoon at the country club,â you return his fake smile, trying to keep up the facade of a doting wife.Â
âOh! Is that so? I swear I thought your husband did the housework in your home. Heâs always wearing that pink apron around the neighbourhood.â Seungkwan pretends to act invested in your âmarried lifeâ, but heâs trying to get whatever gossip he can out of you. His real goal is purely to entertain the neighbourhood aunties with any information on the newlyweds.Â
Stopping in your tracks, his words catch you by surprise. You shouldâve known that Seungkwan is an observant person, especially because he somehow knows everything about everyone in Bridgewater.
âOh we split the chores evenly,â you let out a forced laugh, he offers to do the housework, and you think to yourself before continuing, âAnd he likes the apron, so who am I to deny his happiness?âÂ
Not wanting to be grilled by Seungkwan any longer, you hastily slip into your car before he can get another word in.Â
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âNorbert, please calm down honey, Iâm trying to cook! And if I donât end up eating neither will you,â you warn your cat to stop pawing at your leg.Â
Norbert was extra clingy today, and knowing you werenât the best cook in the world, you couldnât afford to ruin the recipe for a second time. Yes, a second time.Â
The first attempt at making alfredo for both you and Mingyu ended miserably, and thankfully you were smart enough to buy double the ingredients just in case any mistakes were to occur when you were cooking. The recipe online looked simple, and you even watched a few TikTok videos in an attempt to expand your knowledge.Â
You thought that making a cream sauce and boiling some noodles would be pretty straightforward, but somehow, you burnt the boiling noodles. Seeing all the noodles stick to the bottom of the pan you decided to just leave the searing pot in the sink and worry about it later, which turned out to be another grave mistake.Â
Mistake number two started when you thought the pot was cool enough to touch, earning you a sizzling burn on your soft skin. This explains Norbertâs clingy behaviour, witnessing all your fuck ups through his kitten eyes. You try not to swear in front of the baby but you couldnât help but let out a few curses while you attempted to bandage up your burn.
 To say the least, you shouldnât be let into the kitchen from now on. But you felt bad that Mingyu made food for the both of you instead of letting you fend for yourself, so you thought you could at least return the gesture.Â
Norbertâs meows come to an abrupt stop as he hears the front door beep, making his way to greet Mingyu at the door. Except Norbert never greets Mingyu in a friendly way. Not more than ten seconds pass before you begin to hear Norbertâs hissing and clawing into the man's thighs.Â
âNorbert! Please! Whereâs your mom? Canât you just sit with her so I can at least take my shoes off?â Mingyu begs, causing you to snort.Â
Norbert doesn't listen to anyone but you, and even that is a rare occurrence for your sassy cat.Â
âHoney, come to the kitchen!â you yell at your cat to return to his rightful side beside you.Â
Mingyu comes speeding down the hallway, Norbert following him, his curious eyes peeking at your frame. He watches as you concentrate on making the alfredo sauce, tongue stuck out and a layer of sweat lining your forehead.Â
The sun is setting behind you, the golden rays hitting your face, highlighting your features beautifully. Mingyu is entranced, his prior feelings of hunger are nothing but a memory of the past.Â
You can feel his eyes on you, his stare boring holes into the side of your face and it causes your shoulders to stiffen slightly. Turning to face him, you quirk an inquisitive brow, not sure as to why heâs so trained on you. The gears begin to turn, and finally, the imaginary lightbulb begins to ding.Â
âI was calling for Norbert,â you clarified.Â
âOh.âÂ
âYeah, but itâs fine if youâre here too. I tried to make us dinner, I know youâre the cook but I felt bad that youâre always the one preparing food for us,â you shrug, trying not to focus on how handsome Mingyu looks in his golfing attire.Â
His large biceps stretch the material of his shirt beyond belief, while the pants define his slim waist. The strands of hair are somehow perfectly placed, and his eyes are so kind, it would be stupid to deny his beauty. You can admit that Mingyu is extremely attractive, and you know you donât owe Seungcheol anything, but the thought of being involved with Mingyu more than you already are could fuck things up for your future, especially knowing this arrangement isnât permanent.
âI donât mind though.âÂ
âI know you donât but I do,â you sigh, finishing up the dish by adding the sauce to the pasta.Â
Turning towards the island, you begin to plate the rest of the sides for dinner, trying your best to make sure that this batch is more edible than the first attempt. Mingyu continues to watch you, his arms crossed as he leans against the fridge.Â
This is everything Mingyu wished for himself, the view of you plating the food youâre about to eat together, even if youâre his âbest friendâsâ ex. Playing golf at the country club, even if itâs with Jihoon, who wanted to be able to meet without being inconspicuous. Coming home to a fluffy fur baby, even though Norbert hates his guts. It may not be perfect, or how Mingyu imagined it exactly, but itâs better than before. Better than when he was living every day like it was his last, working a job that brought him no happiness.Â
âDid you burn yourself earlier?â he asks you, noticing the bandage you wrapped around your left hand.Â
âYeah, Iâm not the best cook so, if the food doesn't taste right, sorry,â you apologize in advance, not wanting Mingyu to get his hopes up.Â
He laughs at how apologetic you look, and you turn to give him a glare, his canines poking out of his smile like fangs. This is probably one of the first times you two held a full conversation. The only other time was when you were deciding on how the house was going to be run, and picking out your separate bedrooms.Â
Mingyu was kind enough to let you stay in the master bedroom while he slept in the room across the hall from yours. If you took away the history you had with Mignyu and Seungcheol, you could imagine that the two of you are just like roommates. Living together, acquainted, but not exactly friendly or close.Â
It isnât as bad as you thought it was going to be, and you may have misjudged Mingyu at first. Heâs a lot different than he was all those years ago, or maybe you find him to be different now because you didn't know him all that well when you were still with Seungcheol.Â
You find Mingyu to be kind, soft-hearted, and a man who somehow knows a lot about taking care of the house. Even knowledgeable on how to clean Norbertâs litter box, and give him the occasional bath.
âWhat did you and Jihoon talk about at the country club?â you ask him, wanting to know if thereâs any important news that should be brought to your attention.Â
âWell he said that the FBI is still on the hunt for Seungcheol, but the rest of the guys have already been put into custody,â he sighs.Â
âAnd Wonwoo?âÂ
âHeâs fine, they pardoned him for giving up information,â Mingyu mutters, walking up to the space beside you.Â
He takes the bowl of lettuce from your hands, adding in all the ingredients you prepped for the salad to have alongside your pasta. The brush of your hands makes you blush like some teenage girl, but you allow him to help you nonetheless. You didnât realize how tiring cooking was because youâve never had to cook for more than one person before.Â
âThatâs good to hear. If it werenât for Wonwoo, I wouldnât have been able to leave that damn place,â you laugh bitterly, folding the sauce into your noodles, making sure they were fully coated.Â
âI was there, that day,â Mingyu mentions, his eyes trained on preparing the food in front of him, âSeungcheol was a wreck.âÂ
âI know, and I know it hurt him, but I couldnât stand being there anymore. Especially after Wonwoo told me the truth.âÂ
âItâs okay, heâs not the same guy I knew from when we were kids either.âÂ
âI hope heâs moved on at least.âÂ
âI wouldnât know,â Mingyu shrugs, his eyes glassy, âI left a few days after you did.âÂ
âReally?âÂ
âYeah, for the same reasons you did, and also for myself,â he sighs, moving away to grab plates from the cupboards.Â
Standing there, youâre stunned. Mingyu was someone Seungcheol saw as his brother, and you thought they would live their mafia life together till the end. As cheesy as it sounds, there were times you felt that your ex cared more for Mingyu than any other person who worked for him.Â
Mingyu begins to set the table, Norbert following closely as he peers at the counter to see all the food that youâve made. If you didnât know any better you wouldâve thought that even your cat was aware of the stiff atmosphere that blankets you and Mingyu.Â
You donât know if you should pry, so you just nod and help him with putting dinner on the table. And for the rest of the night, it was quiet. Eating in silence while Norbert watches Bluey in the living room, something that youâve always put on for him just to keep him occupied while you and Mingyu eat dinner.Â
After dinner was finished, Mingyu offered to wash the dishes, allowing you to relax and enjoy some episodes of Bluey with Norbert purring peacefully by your side.Â
âMind if I join?â Mingyu enters the living room, wearing sweats and a white tank top.Â
You give him a shy smile gesturing for him to sit on your right side while Norbert lays on the cushion to your left. His taunt muscles distract you for a second, but you do your best to shake the attraction from your coursing veins. The couch dips and Mingyu lets out a relieved sigh. Probably because he was tired from the day he spent trying to pretend he was out golfing with Jihoon.Â
âSo whatâs the show about?â Mingyu asks you, his eyes trained on your side profile.Â
âA show about a dog family,â you chuckle, âOriginally it was meant for Norbert to watch when Iâm working or when weâre eating, but itâs pretty good.âÂ
âReally? Isnât it for kids?â Mingyu snorts but continues to sit next to you, watching the said kids' show.Â
âYeah it is, but Norbert is a kid to me,â you laugh, giving Norbert extra pats.Â
âHeâs a little menace that one,â Mingyu shakes his head, âI donât think he likes me very much.âÂ
âNorbert just needs to get used to you,â you shrug, âIâve had him since I left Seungcheol, so heâs seen me at my worst, he might just be overprotective of me.âÂ
Mingyu nods, taking in everything youâre telling him. He understands how leaving your ex-fiance is traumatic and heartbreaking. He knows it wasnât easy for you, but at least you had Norbert to help you heal.Â
âIt wasnât an easy decision, and Norbert helped me stay strong. It was lonely without Seungcheol for a long time, and a part of me will always love who he used to be.âÂ
Heat overwhelms Mingyuâs body, and his heart breaks for you. He canât imagine what it's like to love someone and find out theyâre not the person you thought they were. He knew you tried to tolerate his work, but at some point, you were led to your breaking point.Â
âI hope you know you did the right thing. Seungcheol was going down a dark path and you were able to get out,â Mingyu smiles at you, his eyes filled with sincerity.Â
âThank you Mingyu, I appreciate that,â you return his smile.Â
The two of you spend the rest of the night watching episodes of Bluey with Norbert, talking a little in between about the characters. Laughing at the scenes with Bluey and her younger sister, falling into a comfortable silence with each passing second.Â
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You feel warm, no, hot even. The sunlight hitting your face makes your eyes scrunch in discomfort. There's an ache in your shoulders as you begin to wake up from a very uncomfortable sleep. An arm pinning you down to the couch, a leg over yours. It takes you a while to begin to comprehend where you are and who is lying next to you.Â
Mingyuâs snores fill your ears, heavy breaths tickling the back of your neck. You almost fall onto the carpet as you realize who exactly is holding you. Last night ended so peacefully, so much so that you donât even remember falling asleep to begin with.Â
Yet here you are, enveloped in his grasp, panicking and wondering how youâre going to escape without waking him up. And if matters couldnât get any worse, you feel a hard bump brush against your lower back. The blush on your cheeks intensifies, he canât be, you think to yourself. But you know what exactly is poking you as if this situation could get any more awkward.Â
It's normal, right? Men get morning wood all the time, you thought to yourself.Â
âShitâŚâ you whisper to yourself, slowly prying Mingyuâs arm from off your waist.Â
He stirs in his sleep as you move off the couch but not enough to wake him up. As you stand up to walk away, you take one last peek at him, wondering how you two ended up falling asleep while watching Bluey of all shows.Â
The usually sharp features are softened by his slumber, giving him a youthful look. Itâs the first time youâve seen him look so peaceful, and it suits him. This neighbourhood suits him as if heâs been living here all his life. It makes you feel a little envious knowing how easy it is for him to assimilate. He remembers all the neighbours' names and says hello to everyone who passes him while he's working in the yard, he just made it all look so easy to forget his life in the bustling city. Although you canât blame him, you can tell he loves it here because of how much care he puts into the house. You canât help but wonder why heâs trying so hard knowing both of you will part ways by next year.Â
six.Â
While you spent the majority of the day holed up in your office trying to finish off the rest of your projects, Mingyu decided that it was a lovely day to try and bond more with Norbert. He wasnât sure how to make the stubborn kitten fall for him, but he thought that a nice walk around the neighbourhood couldnât hurt.Â
The day had barely started and Norbert was already making a fuss. Mingyu isnât well-versed when it comes to cats; heâs more of a dog person himself. So to his surprise, Norbert was very adamant about staying indoors today.Â
âDonât you wanna explore the neighbourhood, Norbert?â Mingyu tries to persuade the cat, which makes him feel like a fool.Â
Norbert gives him a blank stare obviously, and Mingyu wonders why heâs even trying knowing that the cat probably canât understand him anyway. Trying his best to compromise with the ever-so-stubborn Norbert, a light bulb goes off in his head.Â
It surely wasnât easy, and there were a few scratches here and there, but Mingyu finally was able to put Norbert into the basket of his bicycle. The cat meowed like crazy until he was hit with the fresh air and warm sunlight. His meows died down and he sat in the basket peacefully, watching the kids play on the street and the cars pass by.Â
âSee? Not so bad now is it?â Mingyu chuckles, noticing the shift in Norbertâs mood. He meows back while nuzzling into the safety of his blanket.Â
âItâll be a boysâ day today, your momâs busy working,â Mingyu continues, even though the animal canât understand what heâs saying.
Feeling the wind brush through his hair, Mingyu takes a deep breath of fresh air. A content smile made its way onto his face, he could get used to this. The neighbours of Bridgewater waved to him as he biked along the streets. It's so peaceful, everyone is happy, and Mingyu is happy. He loved to explore even if it was just by himself, even if it meant he was alone with his thoughts.Â
âMingyu darling, what are you doing out and about today?â one of the older women he sees daily calls out for him.Â
âGood afternoon! Me and Norbert just wanted to explore today,â he smiles with a toothy grin.Â
The woman blushes at his handsome visuals, trying not to get caught up in his charms. She looks behind his large frame, spotting the cat sleeping peacefully in the basket attached to his bike. Letting out a giggle, finding it quite funny that Norbert is a cat and not a dog, usually, you donât take cats out for these types of things.Â
âWhereâs that wife of yours? Iâve only seen her a few times, but oh my, isnât she so pretty? You got lucky you know,â she chuckles, patting Mingyuâs arm playfully.Â
Mingyuâs eyes shine at the mention of you, he agrees that youâre pretty but it feels a little weird that you're referred to as his wife, knowing that itâs all a facade.Â
âThank you miss, Iâll have to let her know that you said that,â he replies kindly while Norbert stirs a little in his spot before returning to his sleep.Â
âPlease donât call me Miss, it's so formal! Just call me Auntie, okay?â she returns his kind smile. âYou know what, Iâve got some leftover kimchi, why donât you take it home, for you and your wife.âÂ
Mingyuâs eyes widened, his heart warmed by her act of kindness. âIs that ok? You donât have to feel obligated to do that.âÂ
âOh please, you young people, always so polite. I want to! So please share it with your wife, make some kimchi stew for dinner,â she reassures him, leaving him at her front yard to fetch a container of said kimchi.Â
She comes back with a huge tub, enough to feed them for a whole month maybe. Handing him over the large container, she reminds him to come back when they run out. Bidding her goodbye, Mingyu returns home from his bike ride successfully with a sleepy cat and a comically large tub of fermented cabbage in tow.Â
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The smell of kimchi stew wafts from the kitchen into your office causing your stomach to growl with hunger. Focused on your pending tasks, you didnât realize how fast the time flew by while you were working. Glancing over at the clock youâre surprised that it's already a quarter to five.
Stepping out to see what Mingyuâs doing in the kitchen, you find his back turned to you, nursing a large pot of stew on the burner. His large frame is accentuated by a white tank top, the pink string of his apron strewn along his waist. At this point, you werenât sure if you were drooling over the smell of the food or the sight of your muscular fake husband.Â
âWhat are you cooking?â you call out, leaning against the door frame that leads to your workspace.Â
Mingyu jumps at the sound of your voice, surprised that youâve come out so early. He knows you tend to work for long periods, only coming out when youâve fully completed your assigned projects.Â
âKimchi stew, the lady down the street gave us a huge tub,â he replies, still stirring the pot without looking back at you. âI took Norbert out for a bike ride and she offered so.âÂ
âYou took Norbert for a bike ride?â you ask with a raised eyebrow.Â
Norbert is the type of cat who doesnât like getting picked up and knowing that information makes it hard to believe Mingyu was able to successfully put him into the basket attached to his bike. Imagining him fighting to get your very grumpy cat into the bike made you giggle, especially because you know how much Norbert doesnât like Mingyu.  Â
âYeah, after a few scratches, he got in and I think he liked it. He fell asleep for most of it though,â Mingyu snorted, recalling how much that furball of fury put up a fight till his body hit the basket.Â
âItâs nice that youâre trying to bond with him, it just takes him a while to warm up to you.âÂ
âYeah, I figured we just needed a boy's day while you were working.âÂ
âHmm, anyways the kimchi stew, is it ready?â you inquire while your stomachâs impatience continues to grow with each passing second.Â
âIt should be good, do you mind setting the table for me?â he requests while taking the pot off the burner.Â
You donât say anything else, moving to the living room to turn on more episodes for Norbert before grabbing plates from the cabinets to place them on the small dinner table.Â
The serving dish needed for the stew sat at the very top shelf of the cupboard and your arms were simply too short to grab it. Your movements come to an abrupt halt the moment you feel Mingyu stand close behind you, one hand on your waist while the other hovers over you to grab the bowl.Â
âLet me get it for you,â he grunts, taking the dish in his hand to ladle in the stew.Â
Heart pounding in your chest, his breath tickles the back of your neck, a shiver running down your spine. Mingyuâs body encases yours as his arm comes back down to place the dish on the counter.Â
Cursing yourself, you're thankful your back is turned to him or else he would be able to see the blush thatâs starting to bloom on your cheeks. You mumble a small thanks before going to the table to resume setting the plates down for dinner.Â
As you two eat in silence you think about all the moments youâve had with Mingyu today. The time you slept on the couch until just now when he held you close. It didnât even mean anything, it shouldnât mean anything, yet it replays in your mind like clockwork.Â
seven.Â
The ringing of the doorbell brings you out of your thoughts, placing your book down, you head over to answer the door. Itâs none other than your gossip of a neighbour Seungkwan.Â
âLovely evening Y/n-ie!â He smiles brightly, inviting himself into the foyer of your house before you could even protest.Â
You resist the urge to roll your eyes yet again, stepping aside to allow Seungkwan to go on with whatever it is that brought him barging into your home.Â
âGood evening,â you respond curtly, suspicious as to what he could need at this hour.Â
âVernon and I have some friends over for a little nightcap and dessert, do you and Mingyu want to join?â he asks, eyes never leaving yours.Â
To a normal and maybe less paranoid person, one would assume that Seungkwan is just being a kind neighbour, but youâre not so easily fooled. The glint in his eyes makes you realize thereâs probably an ulterior motive to his âact of kindnessâ.Â
âOh no itâs okay, it would be rude to impose,â you try to play it off politely, but the fucker wouldnât budge.Â
âNonsense! Iâm inviting you and Mingyu because I want you two there,â he explains, waving his hand at you.
Before you can refuse him even more, you hear Mingyu coming out of his room to check up on why youâre taking so long at the front door.Â
âY/n, is everything alright?â he calls out for you as he walks towards the foyer.Â
âEverythingâs all fine and dandy Mingyu, I just came over to invite you and Y/n over for some drinks and dessert!â Seungkwan informs him before you can get another word out.Â
âThat sounds like fun actually, why donât we go baby?â Mingyu turns over to you, his eyebrows raised, his smile tight as he tries to silently tell you that heâs putting an act up for Seungkwan.
Still flustered by the pet name, you cough out a yes. Turning over to Seungkwan to give him a fake smile. He returns your smile, eyes squinted, you can see how hard the gears are working in that brain of his. You know that he probably finds you two odd because of how awkward you and Mingyu are with each other, but you attempt to play it off as normal as possible.Â
âItâs settled then! Let's go, canât keep everyone else waiting,â he exclaims as he opens the door, gesturing for the two of you to walk out first before closing the door.Â
Crossing over to Seungkwanâs side of the yard, he opens the door for the two of you like the perfect host that you figured he would be. You cannot deny that his extroverted persona allows him to be so persuasive, but you canât get over the fact that heâs a little too curious.Â
âThe newlyweds are here!â he calls out and five heads whip over to stare at you and Mingyu standing awkwardly in the foyer of their home.Â
Mingyu grasps your hand in his, his palms rough, probably from all the work he does in the yard. Making your way over to the couch, a man with long hair gets up to pour you two drinks. This is the most that you two have come into contact with each other consciously if you donât count the time on the couch.Â
A part of you wonders if Mingyu realizes what happened this morning, but youâre too embarrassed to bring it up. So youâll leave it and hope he doesnât remember you two squeezed so intimately on the living room sofa.Â
âEveryone, this is Y/n and Mingyu, they moved into the house beside ours a couple of weeks ago,â he introduces the two of you.Â
As the two of you say your helloâs Mingyu pulls over to sit beside him on the couch, his arm wrapped around your waist. The blush on your cheeks stays permanently as youâre practically sitting on his lap. You try not to blow your cover but itâs hard with so many people's eyes on you.Â
âYou both already know Vernon-ie, the one grabbing your drinks is Jeonghan and thatâs his wife, Valerie,â Seungkwan gets you two acquainted with the couple before moving on. âThatâs Joshua and Maren, his wife.âÂ
âNice to meet you! Iâm Valerie but you can just call me Val,â the woman with brownish black hair smiles at you, and you can only nod, still overwhelmed with the amount of people you just met, âSo why did you guys choose to live in Bridgewater?âÂ
âWe thought it would be a nice place to live, I work from home and Mingyu is currently taking a break. The first time we saw the listing, we knew it was going to be our forever home,â you lie straight through your teeth.Â
There's a twinge of guilt that stirs at the pit of your stomach, you feel bad for lying to these people because of how kind they all looked. You even felt bad for lying to Seungkwan, albeit he can be a nosy little shit but at least heâs nice enough to introduce you to his friends.
âIf you donât mind me asking where did you and Mingyu meet?â Maren, the woman sitting beside Joshua asks with a curious sparkle in her eyes.Â
You almost choke on your drink, eyes wide because you were not prepared for all these questions thrown at you. Thankfully Mingyu took the lead this time, his thumb rubbing soothing circles where he had his hand placed on your waist.Â
âWe met through a mutual friend, we were in university at the time,â he smiles warmly and Maren listens intently, hanging onto Mingyuâs every word. âThe moment I saw her I knew I was going to marry her.âÂ
Mingyu turns to you, placing a kiss on the top of your head, and your cheeks heat up for what feels like the millionth time today. Even though his acting this way with you is all a facade your heart canât help but skip a beat.Â
âWhat! Thatâs so cute,â Maren gushes before glaring at her husband before hitting his arm jokingly. âWhy canât you say cheesy stuff like that?âÂ
Joshuaâs eyes go wide and he canât help but stutter. âBro youâre making the rest of us look really bad right now.âÂ
Mingyu barks out a laugh and just shrugs nonchalantly knowing that no one is immune to his charms. Even if all of this is a lie, he canât help but play into the sappy newly-wed trope with you, and it doesn't help that he finds you so caring and beautiful too. Thereâs something about the way you lean into him on the couch and the soft smile you give him while talking about your âforever homeâ, you make it easy for him to imagine fake scenarios of how you two met.Â
âWhat university did you two go to?â Jeonghan pipes up from his seat, his arm wrapping around Val as he sips on his glass of bourbon.Â
âI went to Yonsei, I majored in statistics. Mingyu and I met at a club with our mutual friends,â you try not to sound too nervous while you piggyback off of Mingyuâs lie.Â
The back of your neck feels hot from having everyone inquire about your history with Mingyu, and it doesnât help that your âhusbandââs sitting so close to you, his body heat transferring over to you. At least it wasnât a complete lie, you did go to Yonsei and you majored in stats; just way before you met both Seungcheol and Mingyu.Â
âWhat about you Mingyu?â Jeonghan moves on to him, and he perks up in his seat, mouth full of the cheesecake that Seungkwan made. The food fills his cheeks slightly and you giggle at how much he resembles a chipmunk.Â
âI went to SNU, and majored in business,â he states after swallowing his dessert and clearing his throat.Â
âOkay, enough with the interrogation. Can we talk about something else?â Vernon interrupts, obviously feeling bad for the fact that the rest of them have been asking you two questions for the majority of the night.Â
The rest of the group laughs, probably because they know that Vernon doesnât talk unless heâs prompted to. Although you donât know him very well you could tell that he was more of a listening type. It makes sense that he and Seungkwan are together, he does enough talking for the both of them.Â
You were more surprised by Mingyuâs answer though, you didnât know that he went to SNU, if that was even the truth. Although he does look like the business type. There was something about him that exudes the energy of a CEO or a man whoâs just good at making connections. Heâs able to catch people's attention, his words carry the weight of someone who isnât afraid to speak out loud.Â
With the way he talked to Seungkwanâs friends tonight, you realized how well-articulated he is, and the fact that heâs able to get people to listen to what he has to say. Although heâs a little goofy, if you didnât know him you wouldâve assumed heâs someone important just by how he carries himself outside of the house. Thereâs a swell of pride within you when you watch him talk about your âpastâ, and for some reason, you donât mind it. If anything, youâre looking forward to more moments like this.Â
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The rest of the evening went along smoothly after that, and by the time everyone was ready to leave it was nearing one in the morning. You helped Seungkwan clean up in the kitchen, putting away the dirty dishes in the dishwasher. The two of you were quiet for a bit, only talking when you asked him about what goes where.Â
A part of you felt bad for being so curt with Seungkwan in the beginning. Maybe you were wrong about him and he just likes to be a nosy nieghbour, maybe itâs his way of making friends. You canât help but be guarded due to your past and you misjudged him too quickly.Â
Maybe it was the glasses of wine you had or the fact that you saw a different version of him. But thereâs a lovable side to him, and also a side that doesnât mind embarrassing himself a little to get a laugh out of his friends.Â
âI want to thank you for inviting me and Mingyu tonight, all of our friends are in the city so we donât get to see them often,â you confessed. âItâs nice to have someone else to talk to other than Mingyu or Norbert.âÂ
He turns to you with a genuine smile, and you notice that maybe that glint in his eyes is permanent, a glint that shows his happy demeanor and not the type thatâs meant to show his mischievousness.Â
âIâm glad you had fun because youâll be invited to things like these from now on,â he expresses, his smile reaching his eyes now.Â
âI appreciate it, Mingyu needs more friends in the neighbourhood, ones that are his age and donât constantly drool over him,â you roll your eyes, recalling all the aunties who stroll past your front yard daily.Â
âI can be his friend but I canât promise I wonât drool over him,â he giggles, causing you to slap his arm playfully.Â
âHey! Leave my husband alone, you have your own. Don't get greedy now,â you feign anger at him, glaring at him before bursting out laughing.Â
Mingyu walks into the kitchen, handing over the rest of the dishes that were left in the living room. His eyes dart back and forth between you as he realizes how much closer you two have gotten tonight.Â
âThank you, Gyu, if you ever get tired of being bossed around by Y/n you can always live with me and Nonie,â Seungkwan giggles as he calls him by his nickname, giving his large bicep a squeeze.Â
You gasp at how forward Seungkwan is, your hand placed over your chest as you pretend to be offended by his words. He only glances back at you to stick his tongue out.Â
âYouâre so childish, heâs my husband,â you attested, pulling Mingyu by his arm so he could stand closer to you. âAnd Iâm not bossy, Mingyu just enjoys doing housework!âÂ
Mingyu is even more confused now, but he cracks a smile when he sees how playful youâve become. He concludes that maybe you just had a little more to drink than normal and goes along with you and Seungkwanâs teasing.Â
âWoah thatâs enough you two, thereâs enough Mingyu for everyone,â he laughs and you give him a sour look. He was obviously feeling himself too much in that moment, but you canât help but chuckle at how cocky he sounds.Â
âLetâs go home Gyu, before Seungkwan decides to hold you hostage.â you huff emphasizing his nickname before you drag him over to the front door. âBye Seungkwan, I already know Iâll see you tomorrow!âÂ
Waving goodbye to Kwan, you pass Vernon on your way as he sits on the couch scrolling on his phone while the two other couples mingle amongst themselves.Â
âBye everyone, it was nice meeting you, but itâs way past her bedtime,â Mingyu muses, motioning over to you. Your eyes feel droopy and you were practically hanging off of Mingyuâs body as he held you by the waist.Â
They all say their goodbyes to the two of you with promises to meet soon again. Mingyu guides you through the front door and across the green grassed lawn back to your place.Â
The time you spent with everyone tonight allowed you to recognize that maybe it isnât so bad living here. Especially if youâll be able to talk to them more often. No one but Mingyu knows about your past, and that reassures you to start new friendships, even though theyâre temporary.
eight.
The next morning you woke up to your phone ringing incessantly, to the point you almost threw it across your room. It wasnât until you read the name âJihoonâ flashing across the screen, causing you to fully wake up from what feels like a hundred years' worth of sleep. You silently promised yourself to remind Mingyu to not let you drink so much wine at Seungkwanâs house again.Â
âJihoon? Is everything alright? You usually check up on us in the evening,â you stammered, sleep still evident in your voice.Â
âY/n, hey sorry to call so early butâŚtheyâve located Seungcheol,â he sighs, the news of his whereabouts hanging in the air.Â
Gulping nervously, your palms sweat. The way Jihoon sounded a little apprehensive made you feel uncertainty brewing in the pit of your stomach.Â
âGo on.âÂ
âHe used a burner to call a friend of his Iâm guessing, but we were able to ping it and heâs in the town next to yours.â
âWhat?!â Now youâre fully freaking out, pushing your comforter to go and find Mingyu.Â
âIâm really sorry Y/n,â Jihoon sounds just as stressed as you are.Â
Searching around the house you see him sitting on the sofa with Norbert beside him, theyâre watching more episodes of Bluey, but he pauses the show after noticing the panicked look on your face. You go to sit beside him putting your phone on speaker so the both of you can hear what Jihoon has to say.Â
âYouâre on speaker, Mingyuâs right beside me,â you mention before allowing him to continue.Â
His sigh is audible through the speakers of your phone, and your blood pressure rises. If Jihoon is this worried then you should probably just be as worried.Â
âThey found his location to be at a motel in the next town over, we donât know how he found out but he might be looking for you two,â he explains carefully. âIâm sending over another Marshall officer to watch over you two while we continue to track Seungcheol. You two should be safe with him but try not to leave the neighbourhood for now, it could get dangerous if he ends up seeing either of you.âÂ
âOkay got it, thank you Jihoon,â Mingyu replies, his hand subconsciously placed over yours as you two bear the news of your very dangerous ex potentially on the hunt for you two.Â
Jihoon gives you two his regards before he hangs up, probably too busy to linger on the phone for any longer.Â
Giving Mingyu a nervous look, he can tell how hard this information is for you to handle. After a month of being here in what felt like a sanctuary from the dangers of the outside world, youâre pulled back into reality. Youâre reminded of why youâre really here, more scared than ever.Â
The tears start to fall before you even realize and Mingyu doesnât say anything else, instead, he pulls you into your arms and tries to comfort you as much as possible. Even though heâs just as scared as you are, heâs determined to protect you, to protect his home, even Norbert.Â
âIâm sorry, Y/n,â he whispers into your ear as you cry into his chest, your tears wetting his shirt.Â
âYou did nothing wrong, Mingyu,â you blabber as his hand rubs your back, trying to console your sobs. âIâm just so scared, what if he hurts us? What if you get hurt? I wouldnât be able to handle it.âÂ
âHey hey, itâs okay, I got you, I wonât let anyone hurt you. Donât forget where I came from before all this,â he reassures you, pulling you back to look you in your eyes with a solemn stare. âHe��s not going to touch even a single hair on you, or Nobert.âÂ
You giggle a little at the fact that heâs always so inclusive to the cat whoâs a bitch to him but youâre happy to know that heâs willing to protect all of you. He laughs with you, wiping away the tears that have fallen from your eyes, his touch as gentle as a mouse despite how large his hands are.Â
âYouâre the best fake husband, I hope you know that,â you mumble as you go back into his embrace. âI know I havenât said it yet, but I appreciate everything youâve done for us.âÂ
âThank you Y/n, youâre the best fake wife too,â he whispers back, kissing the top of your head just like he did last night.Â
Except this time thereâs no one to fool, thereâs no one to lie to. Itâs just the two of you, and the subtle meaning behind his affection makes you wish that it was Mingyu you fell for all those years ago instead.Â
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Jihoon: I have an officer whoâll be patrolling the area, his name is Jun Wen. Hereâs his badge number: ###### and picture. Just in case someone tries to come and impersonate him, also donât mind if heâs a little weird, that's just how he is; and yes, he knows what heâs doing so donât worry. Youâre in safe hands.Â
An eyebrow quirks up as you read the last part of his text wondering what he meant about âweirdâ. As if on cue, the sound of the doorbell reverberates throughout your house. Â That must be him, you thought to yourself.Â
Mingyu leaves his spot on the couch and goes to get the door. He's become extra protective of you since the call you had with Jihoon this morning. It allows you to relax a little knowing heâll be the one to answer the door from now on.Â
âUh, Y/n? Whyâs there some guy meowing at Norbert on our front porch?â Mingyu asks you with a puzzled expression on his face.Â
âHuh?â youâre just as confused as he is, but you walk over to Mingyu with your phone in hand regardless.Â
Looking down at the picture Jihoon sent and back at the man squatted beside Norbet, you realize this is what Jihoon meant about him being weird. From the picture that was sent, he looks like a perfectly normal guy, maybe he just really likes cats? You wondered to yourself.
âOh thatâs Jun, the guy Jihoon sent over,â you mumble, showing Mingyu the picture on your phone.Â
âHuh,â Mingyu says, dumbfounded.Â
Opening the door you donât say anything, just watching the man named Jun make noises at your cat, who looks disgruntled and very annoyed at the random human disturbing his sleep. Heâs dressed in normal clothing instead of a uniform, probably so that the neighbours donât ask any questions.Â
âMah-ow, mahhh-owww,â Jun keeps on making weird noises, blissfully unaware of the two of you staring at him from the now-opened front door.Â
âUh excuse me, sir, what are you doing?â you call out to him, the confusion still very clear on your face.Â
Norbert hears your voice, ears perking up before he slips past Mingyuâs legs to go back into the house. His little claws clack against the hardwood as he makes his way onto the couch to continue with his afternoon nap.Â
âAw man, you guys scared the cat away,â he sighs animatedly before standing up to greet the two of you with his hand out to shake. âHi, my nameâs Jun, Iâll make sure bad guys wonât come and attack.âÂ
You and Mingyu exchange looks before looking back at Jun, then back at each other again. This is definitely not the type of guy you were expecting, but Jihoon trusts him, and you trust Jihoonâs judgment.Â
âWe didnât-uh, never mind, anyways Iâm Y/n, this is Mingyu,â you start to explain that you're not the one to scare Norbet away, but you quickly change your mind. Instead, you return his handshake with a curt smile.Â
âWell, I'll just be patrolling around the neighbourhood, youâll see me parked a few houses down once in a while. If you need anything, hereâs my number.â He hands you his card which is filled with doodles of cats.Â
He really does like cats, you confirm.Â
He walks away with a wave before going back into his car and driving off. Mingyu bursts out laughing, hands clutching his stomach before he sighs, wiping off fake tears from his eyes.Â
âThatâs the guy thatâs going to be helping us? Really?â he chuckles, looking at you like youâd know the answer to Junâs odd behaviour.Â
âHey, donât ask me, ask Jihoon,â you slap his arm playfully before laughing with him.Â
âWell, hopefully, nothing bad happens from now on, I honestly think we could manage without a bodyguard of sorts, or whatever he is,â Mingyu snorts, off put by Junâs personality.Â
âJihoon appointed him, so Iâm sure heâs well trained. He wouldnât have sent him over otherwise,â you rationalize, not wanting to doubt the person whoâs meant to be protecting you from Seungcheol.Â
âOkay, youâre right. Letâs just go inside, Iâll make us kimchi pancakes,â Mingyu beckons, and you close the door behind you before following him to the kitchen.Â
Jun being there just gives you an extra layer of reassurance, and you know Mingyu is just as capable, but it doesnât hurt to have backup. Seungcheol is a smart man, and youâre not sure what tricks he has up his sleeve, so itâs better to be safe than sorry.Â
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âOkay so now we just have to mix the pajeon mix with the kimchi,â Mingyu instructs, once again wearing his pink ruffled apron, but this time youâre wearing a matching one.Â
With your hair tied up, and hands messy with kimchi pancake mix, you follow every instruction that Mingyu gives you. It was his idea to teach you to cook, especially because he knows youâre not well-versed in the kitchen.Â
âNow what?â you ask, looking up at him for guidance, but before you can instruct him you spot the flour splattered on his nose. âHey, youâve got a little bit of⌠lemme justââÂ
Not realizing your hands were covered in the wet batter you end up getting the mixture all over his face too. Gasping at what youâve just done, Mingyu looks at you with wide eyes before taking some of the batter in the bowl and smearing it on your face.Â
âHey! I didnât mean to, whyâd you do that?â you let out a boisterous laugh, running away from him before he could catch you again.Â
âI know you did that on purpose!â he yells out, chasing you around the kitchen island in circles.Â
âNo, I didnât! Stop chasing me!â you squeal as he starts to close the distance between you two.Â
âLiar, Iâm getting my revenge!â he laughs along with you, hot on your trail.Â
The two of you run in circles for a while till you have to catch your breath, causing you to slow down. Mingyu takes this opportunity to finally be able to get a hold of you, wrapping his hands around your waist with little effort before placing you on the counter.Â
âSay your final words now,â he fakes a serious tone, his crinkled as he tries to hold back his laughter.Â
Before you can get another word in he tickles your sides causing you to squirm against him as your back hits the counter. The bowl filled with kimchi pancake mix is long forgotten, half empty because of how much of it got onto both your clothes.Â
âOk stop! I-Iâm sorry I didnât mean to, I promise,â your words getting cut off by your laughter, Mingyu not relinquishing his hold on you.Â
He stops for a moment, his finger pointed at you, âYou promise?âÂ
You nod innocently, his upper body flushed against yours, legs intertwined at his waist as he pins you down to the counter with his other hand.Â
âNot!â you bite the finger pointed at you, but Mingyuâs reflexes are too fast, his large hands pinning your wrists to the counter once more.Â
The two of you have calmed down considerably since then, both tired from running around the kitchen. Your laboured breaths are the only thing that can be heard within the confines of your home. Mingyuâs face is dangerously close to yours, and if you leaned forward your lips would touch.Â
The pounding in your chest doesnât subside and Mingyuâs eyes donât leave yours. His strong arms are perfectly within your line of sight, and at this moment you feel like you and Mingyu are the only people in the whole world. There are no fears or doubts, no scary ex hunting you down. Just you and Mingyu.Â
Without even thinking, you both lean forward and capture each otherâs lips in a soft kiss. You can tell heâs unsure at first, his hands loosening around your wrists, being as careful with you as he was this morning when he wiped away your tears. But you want more.Â
Pressing your lips against his with more vigour, your legs wrap around his waist to pull his pelvis closer to yours. A grunt leaves Mingyuâs lips, he takes this action as a signal to kiss you more passionately. His tongue laps against yours, his hands lifting you so youâre both upright.Â
âMingyu,â you whimper, feeling the wet open-mouthed kisses he begins to press against your neck.Â
Before you can get any further, a cat meows beneath the two of you, his head turned in confusion. You pull away from him first, staring at your menacing cat, Fucking Norbert, you curse him out in your head before hopping off the counter and dusting yourself off.Â
âIâm gonna go shower, then we can go back to making the pancakes,â you smile awkwardly up at Mingyu.Â
âOh okay, me too, yeah.â He scratches the back of his head.Â
Before you head to the washroom in your room you turn around once more and give Mingyu a quick peck on the lips. His arms wrap around your waist, trying to deepen the kiss once more. But you stop him before he can go any further, laughing at how needy he has gotten.Â
âLetâs do that more often,â you giggle before running off to the washroom.Â
Mingyu sighs with content, his cheeks rosy from your flirting. With you gone, he sticks his tongue at Norbert in frustration. What a cockblock, he says to himself in his head. Norbert meows in response before walking back to his spot on the couch.Â
No oneâs ever made Mingyu feel the way you just did. At that moment he realized how fucked he is, youâre only here with him for the next eleven months, then what? Do you two go on with your lives separately? And you two are supposed to just forget everything? The more he thinks about it, the more determined he is to stay. The more determined he becomes to make you his and to give you the life you deserve.Â
The love you deserve.Â
nine.Â
âAfternoon, Jun!â you wave from the porch as you see his car approaching your driveway, his windows down, hair flowing through the wind.Â
He looks so carefree despite how important his job is, and it makes you a little envious of his lighthearted personality. He must have a happy life out of work because you swear no one is this lax with a job like his.Â
âGood afternoon to you too, Y/n,â he gives you a big smile, his little satchel wrapped around him as he makes his way over to you.Â
Itâs been about a week since Jun has been patrolling the nieghbourhood, and Seungkwanâs asked a few questions about the cute but odd guy frequenting your house. The quickest lie that you could come up with was that heâs your best friend visiting from the city. You told him that he works at the home office and that he comes over from time to time to work on another project with you.Â
After that day, Seungkwan stopped asking so many questions, leaving you alone to sit and read with Vernon on their porch.
âDo you want to have lunch with me and Mingyu?â you ask him. âHe made enough that I know we would have leftovers otherwise.âÂ
âMy wife packs my lunch actually and she doesnât like it when I come home with a full container.â He shrugs, taking out the cutely wrapped rilakkuma bento box from his satchel.Â
âWhat! Thatâs so cute, I bet you love her lunch boxes,â you giggle, marveling at how much care his wife had gone into packing him food for the day.Â
He rubs the back of his neck as he lets out a bashful laugh, his cheeks turning red at the mention of his wife.Â
âWell sheâs the only one whose food tastes exactly like my momâs, maybe Iâll bring her around so you can meet her!â Junâs eyes shine as he talks about his wife, obviously, head over heels for her.Â
You find it endearing how much his demeanor changes from silly Jun to an in-love Jun. The tight feeling in your chest doesnât subside as you watch how he goes on about her, and their cats Open, Close, and Lock. It makes you wonder if anyone would talk about you that way, even when youâre not there, or when itâs not some lie to tell to your neighbours and their friends. Â
âThatâs so sweet Jun, whatâs her name?â you ask, wondering if you could make a new friend out of her too.Â
âJune!â he replies, his smile as bright as the afternoon sun.Â
âHer name is also June?â you try to get more clarification on her name.Â
As if Jun himself couldnât get any weirder, he has three cats named Open, Close, and Lock, as well as a wife with the same name as him. You try to process all this information but you feel like itâs too early in the day to be thinking so hard.Â
âYeah! Iâm Jun without an E and sheâs June with an E,â he answers proudly.Â
You leave the Jun lore for another time, instead asking him about other things going on in his life. Heâs not as bad as you thought he would be, and you find that heâs actually very fun to talk to. Junâs actions are always so animated, using his hands a lot while heâs talking. It seems like youâve made another friend yet again.Â
As you two make your way to the kitchen, Mingyu can hear your laughter ring through his ears. Two sets of footsteps make their way over to him, he knows Jun is just here because itâs his job but canât help but feel a twinge of jealousy.Â
âHey Jun,â Mingyu greets him flatly, not really into the fact that heâs the reason his wife is laughing so hard right now.Â
He has no right to feel jealous but he canât help it, especially after the kiss you two shared the other day. The two of you havenât gotten that intimate since that kiss in the kitchen and even though he wants it to happen again, it has to be on your terms. Even though he craves you with each waking hour, he wants to make sure he isnât overstepping any boundaries.Â
âJun is going to eat with us for lunch, is that okay?â You go up to him, placing a hand on his bicep before giving it a squeeze.
Mingyuâs cheeks flush at your small gesture of affection, his eyes moving from where your hand is placed to your eyes. Looking up at him with doe eyes, you smile at him. Even though he doesnât like the idea of you and Jun laughing together, he could never say no to you.Â
âYeah, of course,â he returns your smile and you whisper a small thank you before placing a kiss on his cheek, walking away to watch T.V. with Jun on the couch.Â
He stands at the stove, a pan of grilled chicken to pair with your salads. A hand comes up to touch the cheek that you kissed, he smiles to himself as he continues to cook lunch for you two.Â
It seems as though every day he spends with you, the harder heâs falling. He canât help it, especially when youâre much more affectionate with him now.Â
He fantasizes about the day you decide to no longer sleep in separate rooms across the hall from each other, and getting to wake up to you and your beautiful face every morning. He watches you laugh with Jun in the living room and silently wishes that youâll fall as hard as he has.
ten.
With every passing day, the more you worry about Seungcheolâs whereabouts. Youâre safe here, and people are looking over you but you canât help but be paranoid. You wonder if youâre going to have to live every day in fear. But thankfully, with Mingyu beside you, it becomes a little more bearable.Â
It wasnât until today that you realized that you could finally breathe right. You awoke to another call from Jihoon, who seems to only call about important matters early in the morning. He suggests that you get Mingyu, wanting both of you to be on the call.Â
Your mind is spiraling. The last time Jihoon called he had given you bad news.Â
âWhatâs wrong Jihoon?â you ask him apprehensively, not sure if youâre mentally prepared to hear what he has to say.Â
Both you and Mingyu sat on the couch with bated breaths, waiting for him to say something. Anything. Mingyu has an arm around you, your legs on top of his as he holds you close. He didnât even have to say anything, his silence was enough to indicate how nervous he was.Â
âGuys, donât be so nervous, now Iâm getting nervous!â he sighs.Â
âI canât take this, just say it already, youâre killing me over here Ji,â Mingyu whines, squeezing you a little tighter to soothe his nerves.Â
âWell, we found him. Jun was able to put him in custody and heâs been at the station for a couple of hours now,â he finally reveals, hearing the two of you squeal like a bunch of school girls over the speakers. âI know you donât want to see him Y/n, but if you want you can come down and talk to him. Closure and shit.âÂ
Mingyu looks over at you the moment Jihoon mentions you visiting your ex, and he can practically see the gears turning in your head. To be honest, youâre not sure if youâre ready to face him, but a part of you is curious about what heâs like now.Â
âOkay, Iâll visit him, but only if Mingyu comes with me,â you mutter, playing with the hem of Mingyuâs shirt absentmindedly.Â
You think of all the scenarios that could play out the moment you meet with Seungcheol again, but you know that if you want to shed the rest of your old self. You need to finally face him and gain the closure you deserve.Â
And the closure that Seungcheol deserves too.Â
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For the rest of the day, you and Mingyu have a little self-care night before your confrontation with Seungcheol. Your nerves are at an all-time high, even Norbert could tell you were anxious; constantly staying by your side, even when you were showering, working, or eating.Â
You werenât sure what you were going to say to Seungcheol when you see him, or how youâre going to even feel. Itâs been years since youâve faced him, you just know that if Mingyu is there everything will be alright.Â
For some reason, Mingyuâs presence always calms you down. His comforting words and strong demeanor help you stay afloat in your deep sea of worries. Just like Norbert, you donât think he realizes these past few months with him have helped you overcome a lot of your paranoia. The more you got to know him, the more you recognized how soft and loving he really is, despite his past.Â
âYou have to stay still, okay?â you mumble as you continue to slather the face mask all over Mingyuâs skin.Â
Sat on top of the bathroom counter, Mingyu stood between your legs as you concentrated on the task at hand. His own hands placed on the tops of your thighs as he waited patiently for you to finish.Â
When he proposed a self-care night, you didnât think heâd agree to go as far as doing skin care with you. Obviously, you were very wrong, and it kind of warms your heart that heâs willing to do even something as silly as this and then watch Bluey with you on the couch.Â
âY/n, it tickles,â he whines, hands gripping harder on your thighs as he fights the urge to laugh.Â
âDo not laugh! Youâll ruin it,â you try not to giggle, your own face mask starting to crack.Â
âOkay, sorry but you look so silly right now,â he chuckles, his eyes trained on you.Â
Even with your hair tied up and a fluffy bunny-ear face wash headband, he still finds you beautiful. It doesn't matter to him what you look like, just the fact that youâre here, with him, itâs all he needs to be happy.Â
âDone!â you flash a proud smile before hopping off the counter.Â
Before you can leave the bathroom, Mingyu grabs your wrist and turns you around till you're flush with his chest. You raise an eyebrow at him, unsure of what heâs plotting right now. Instead of saying anything more he just places a peck on your lips before whispering a small âthank youâ, letting you two carry on with your night.Â
You just laugh and shake your head at him before heading over to the couch to watch more episodes of Bluey. Norbert claims his rightful spot beside you while Mingyu sits on your other side.Â
Tomorrow may be scary and you have a lot of thoughts running through your head, but spending the night peacefully with Mingyu and Norbert silences your worries enough to relax in the meantime. What you donât expect is the constant thought of wondering if this is what your life would be like every day if you decide to stay in Bridgewater after the year is over.Â
eleven.
The car ride to the police station is quiet. Mingyuâs hand is in yours as he tries to console your overthinking. There isnât much he can say to help you at this moment, but the least he can do is show you that heâs here. He doesnât want to say anything that could potentially overwhelm you, he just wants to show you how much he cares.Â
By the time the car reaches the station, your palms are drenched in sweat, but you want to stay strong. You want Seungcheol to know how happy you are now, without him. You want him to see how different you are now after all these years, how youâre better off without his tainted love.Â
âY/n, Mingyu,â Jihoon greets you at the door, nodding to you.Â
The ever so stoic Jihoon. Heâs a man of very few words but you could tell that he was rooting for you.Â
The walk over to where Seungcheol was being interrogated felt longer than normal, but in reality, it only took a few seconds to reach the door. Jihoon gives you a look before opening the door, one thatâs silently asking you if youâre sure. You only nod with a determined gleam in your eyes, allowing him to unlock the door and letting you see your ex after so many years.Â
His black hair looks the same it did all that time ago, except it was longer now and a little messy from him running his fingers through it. You could tell he was exhausted, and it broke your heart a little.Â
There are feelings of anger resurfacing the moment your eyes lock with his, but also feelings of sorrow and pity. Youâre reminded of all the memories you made with him, the happiness, the sadness, and the solace in between. But you grieved the loss of your love with him a long time ago, and even though there are fragments of those feelings now, it doesnât hurt as much as it used to.Â
âY/n,â Seungcheolâs voice cracks upon seeing you.Â
Your chest burns and it feels like all the air in your lungs has dissipated. Thereâs a dullness to his gaze, almost like heâs a mere shell of the person he used to be. You shouldâve known that Seungcheol lost his soul all those years ago when he decided to sell it for never-ending wealth. But here he is, in front of you: defeated, tired, heartbroken. Thereâs a small part of you that will always care for him, yet you know that youâll never love him the way you used to.Â
âCheol,â you whisper, your back against the door, your body not wanting to get any closer to him than you have to.
âY/n, please I never wanted us to end up this way, please. Please,â he tries to beg, to stand up, but his hands are handcuffed to the table. His wrists have turned red from trying to escape from his chains. Itâs no use, he wonât ever be able to get as close as he is now.Â
A single tear falls from your eyes watching his desperate attempts to reach you. But the room feels far too big now like the two of you are miles apart. So you stay put and tell him what youâve been wanting to say after so many years.
âYou dug your own grave, Seungcheol. I tried, I did. But how could you keep all that information from me? Selling illegal weapons may be one thing, but involving all those innocent people? Did you lose your damn mind? I couldnât live with myself knowing how many people you hurt. Then you turned to drug trafficking? Did you really think I could marry someone like that?â you raise your voice at the end.Â
Your chest is heaving from not taking a single breath to stop, to think, just saying whatever your heart is telling you to say.Â
âY/n, please! Hear me out, I want to make it work-â he begs and begs, but you cut him off. Â
âThereâs nothing to work out.â Â
âI just wanted to have a secure future with you, I was going to quit after our wedding, please you have to believe me,â he keeps going, but you donât want to hear it anymore.Â
You scoff at his attempt to justify his actions, but you know better. The man in front of you will say anything to get you back into his life, but you donât buy his bullshit. The more money he earned, the greedier he got, and the higher his ambitions got, he wasn't the man he was when you first met him. The constant reminder of him leading a dark path keeps you grounded.Â
âYou lost me the moment you decided to hurt people who donât deserve it.â Your voice is stern, you donât want to continue to drag this out knowing all heâs going to do is plead for you to come back to him.Â
âY/n please, I canât live without you, even after all these years, I canât sleep, nothing. I need you.â The tears begin to leave his eyes, but you do your best to stay strong.Â
All you can do is shake your head at him, his words going through one ear and out the other. His sobs and pleading shake you to your core, but it doesnât hurt to hear after knowing all the evil things heâs done.Â
âBut I donât need you, Iâm happy, Iâm in love again. I have friends that care about me,â you countered.
 You're breathing heavily, trying to stay as calm as possible. You had no more tears left to shed for him.Â
âItâs Mingyu isnât it?â he asks, but you donât give him any indication that his prediction is correct.Â
Your heartbeat picks up at the mention of Mingyuâs name, and youâre not sure how Seungcheol found out about the two of you. At this point you donât even care, because the happiness you deserve is waiting for you outside the very door you stand against. No one will get in the way of the reason why youâre able to breathe right again, especially not Seungcheol.
âThat doesn't matter,â you defended, not wanting to speak to him for any longer.Â
âBut it does. Just tell me itâs not Mingyu, anyone but him please,â he continues to cry, the rattling of his handcuffs burning your eardrums.Â
Youâve gotten your closure, the figurative shackles that Seungcheol had you in are finally broken. Thereâs a sense of relief to being able to face him without completely breaking down. Your heart no longer belongs to him, and neither do your fearful thoughts.Â
âI donât owe you anything anymore Seungcheol. Goodbye.â You end the conversation, turning around to close the door without looking back.Â
His pleading can be heard through the metal, but you donât dare turn back, you donât dare to let him have his hold on you anymore. Closing the door of the interrogation room felt like closing the door to a chapter of life. And finally, after everything that has happened, you feel free.Â
âYouâre in love with me?â Mingyuâs voice is heard through all the commotion.Â
He stands there with a hopeful look in his eyes, a small smile dancing along his lips. You roll your eyes at him as if it wasnât already obvious how much you care for your fake husband.Â
Walking up to him, you engulf him in a tight hug, your head buried in his chest as tears of relief leave your eyes.Â
âOf course Iâm in love with you, you big idiot,â you laugh, holding him tighter, so tight that youâre sure that heâll never leave your side, even if he wanted to.Â
twelve.Â
The drive back to the house felt like a breath of fresh air. Wind blowing through your hair with the windows rolled down, Mingyuâs hand on your thigh, music blasting through the speakers. It felt like freedom.Â
âCan I hear you say it again?â Mingyu turns to you while heâs stopped at a red light, his puppy-dog eyes are too cute to resist.Â
âI love you,â you smile at him, placing your hand on top of his.Â
The glistening in his eyes looked like it came straight out of a movie, they glittered in the sunlight, a reflection of his very being.Â
âI love you too, did you know that?â he blushes, giving you a sweet kiss before returning his attention to the road.Â
The two of you stay quiet for the rest of that way back, savouring the sweet moment. You still canât wrap your head around everything that has happened during your stay at Bridgewater, especially because youâve somehow found love again. A love thatâs sweet, one that doesnât feel as worrisome.Â
âHome sweet home!â Mingyu announces the moment the car rolls into the driveway.Â
Youâre brought out of your thoughts and Mingyu gets out to open the door for you. The second the door closes he cages you between him and the side of the car. His lips softly hit yours and you moan out of surprise. The kiss is slow and sweet, and butterflies erupt in your stomach immediately.Â
You havenât kissed him properly since that day in the kitchen but you donât mind the wait. If anything it causes you to feel hungry for more. Mingyuâs hands on your waist are pulling you tighter with each passing second, but making out in the middle of your driveway, where everyone in the neighbourhood can see, pulls you out of your lustful thoughts.Â
âLetâs go inside?â You detach your lips from his, grabbing his hand and practically dragging him towards the front door.Â
Once you two are inside, without any potential prying eyes you pull him back into a kiss. Itâs sloppy and filled with more passion than the previous times you two were this close. You donât want to stop feeling him against you. The firm grip he has on your waist travels under your shirt, his hands against your bare skin leaving a burning sensation in the best way.Â
Thereâs a silent agreement between the two of you. You both know where this is heading but no one stops to take a break, to tell the other that it is time to let go. You continue to deepen the kiss, letting your tongue glide against his, your fingers running through his hair. It's addicting, Mingyuâs lips are intoxicating and all you want is to get lost in the arousal.Â
âI wanna make you feel good, so good till all you can remember is me, no one else,â Mingyu mumbles against your neck, his lips trailing lower as you whimper in approval. âTell me, is that what you want?âÂ
âYes,â you whimper, eyes closed as you feel him lick and suck the skin on your collarbone. Â
Backing away, you can see how the love and adoration in his eyes are tainted with hunger. The sight of him makes your stomach flip, thereâs a darkness to his gaze and you gulp silently. Waiting for him to show you how badly he wants to fuck you, how badly he needs to see you whimper and moan for him.Â
Without another word you bring him to your room, closing the door behind you so Norbert canât interrupt like he did last time.Â
The door is against your back once again and Mingyu towers over you, caging you with his body. His scent fills your senses, your knees going weak as he continues to stare at you with those hooded lids, his attention on you and you only.Â
His hand trails against your jaw till he stops at your chin, tilting your face up so that your eyes are leveled with his. He licks his lips as he watches you, wanting nothing but to take you then and there. But he has so much planned, he canât get too hasty, especially because the thought of you cumming for him over and over continues to plague his mind.Â
âI want you to sit on the bed, and to be a good girl and take what I give you,â Mingyu mutters, his hand moving closer to your lips till his thumb pulls your bottom lip down.Â
You donât argue, moving away once again to do what he says. This is the Mingyu you used to know. The one who spent half his life in the mafia, the one who could command a whole room with a single word.Â
Following behind you, he waits till you get comfortable on the bed before sitting down between your already spread legs. He captures you into a kiss once more, letting himself savour the taste of you. Your hands move across the expanse of his back, slowly lifting his shirt along the way and feeling his large muscles tense under your gentle fingers.Â
âFuck me, please,â you beg him, and your voice is strained, the words leaving your mouth in whimpers.Â
Mingyu chuckles at your desperation as he removes the rest of his clothing, but your mind is buzzing like crazy. Itâs been so long since youâve been intimate with someone that you forgot how good it feels to be held, to be kissed.Â
âBe patient baby, weâll get to that eventually,â he grunts, lifting your shirt and removing the remainder of your clothes till you're bare.Â
Marveling at your naked figure, Mingyu forces himself to stop drooling over how sexy you look in front of him. Youâre so small compared to him, his large hands opening up your thighs to reveal your awaiting arousal.Â
âYouâre already fucking soaking,â he mutters as he prods with your folds. His fingers move gingerly as he teases you.Â
His arms push your thighs till theyâre flush with your stomach, giving him clear access to where you need him most. Trailing kisses along your inner thighs, your head hits the pillow as you moan out for him. Youâre over-sensitive from not being touched by another person in so long, his lips leaving burning sensations on your skin.Â
Your pussy is dripping on the sheets the moment he presses a kiss to your clit. Clenching around nothing, you continue to moan out his name, and it makes him smile against you. Hearing you call out for him is like music to his ears, your voice sweet like honey.Â
âKeep doing that, please Mingyu,â you whine, your hands coiling around the strands of his hair, nails raking his scalp.Â
Groaning against your mound, he continues to play with your clit. Licking and sucking it while his fingers enter your weeping hole. The sounds of his long digits moving in and out of you fill the room, and you can feel yourself getting closer to an orgasm.Â
âFuck, itâs so good,â you praise him, and it strokes his ego, his movements picking up in pace.Â
The squelching noises only increase in volume, his fingers hitting that soft spot inside you that makes your legs shake and your vision goes white. Practically screaming his name, the coil in your stomach snaps and you cum against his mouth. His tongue moved against your slit to drink up your juices, wanting to feel you fill his mouth with your sweet nectar.Â
His eyes remain trained on yours while heâs lying between your legs, you run your hands through his hair as you come down from your high. The words canât seem to leave your lips and your mind is filled with euphoria. If he can do all that with just his mouth and fingers you wonder what will happen when heâs finally inside you.Â
âGod, youâre so needy. Probably havenât been fucked properly in so long, huh baby?â he coos as he moves up your body, lips against your ear as he continues to mutter dirty words.Â
âNeed someone to take care of you? Is that what you need? Need your husband to fuck a baby into you,â he keeps going and your eyes roll back and he fondles your tits.Â
âYeah, you like that?â he chuckles, twisting at your hardened nipples as your pussy clenches at the thought of being filled with his cum.Â
âYou like it when I talk about fucking you till that tight little cunt of yours is stuffed full of my cum?â Mingyuâs mouth continues to spew words of breeding you, and his growing erection is harder to ignore.Â
âI want it so bad, want you to fuck a baby in me, Gyu,â you sigh, your salacious moans bouncing off the walls as he flips you around.Â
Ass in the air, he gives the supple skin a sharp slap and you shriek. But it feels so good, the sting of his large palm hitting you hard. He can see how much youâre enjoying it, kneading your full mounds as his head fills with thoughts of fucking you in this position.Â
âPlease just fuck me already, I wanna feel you inside me.â Youâre weeping now, face smushed into the pillow.Â
âYou sure youâre ready?â he asks you, pulling you by your hips till your back is arched.Â
The neediness inside you is at its highest point, and you canât seem to form any words as you feel his fingers glide against your soaked hole. Moans canât stop leaving your lips and youâre already sensitive from your first orgasm.Â
Placing a pillow under your stomach, he continues to manhandle you into the position he wants you in. Face down, ass up, your legs are spread, and your wet entrance is all ready for him. Mingyu grabs his hard cock, stroking it a few times before spitting on your cunt, and you jolt at the hot liquid hitting your folds.Â
âFuck, youâre tight, I shouldâve prepped you more,â Mingyu groans, his length slowly forcing its way past your entrance.Â
The air is knocked out of your lungs as you feel him starting to fill you. The stretch is agonizing but the burn sends tingles of pleasure up your spine. It felt so fucking good having him inside you like this, your mind full of nothing but the shape of his cock.Â
âI want it hard, fuck me hard,â you tell him, your voice shaking as he continues to enter you.Â
âOkay baby, but just know I wonât be gentle anymore,â he warns you and maybe you shouldnât have been so eager, but that primal part in you just wanted him so bad.Â
Once he has himself fully sheathed in your heat, he pulls back until only the tip is left. You gasp at the sudden empty feeling, but you're quickly silenced when he dives back in. His hips slapping against your ass, his balls hitting your clit. Mingyuâs stamina is insanely high as he continues to thrust in and out of you.Â
âFuck, youâre so big, I-I canât!â you cry out, your screams picking up in pitch till you're moaning like a porn star.Â
âSo fucking tight, baby youâre driving me crazy,â Mingyu continues to grunt, his movements not slowing down for even a second.Â
His hands move to grip your hips tightly, he stops for a split second to stop his thrusts. You thought you were going to be able to catch your breath. But he just keeps surprising you. The hands that he placed on your hips tighten and he moves you up and down on his cock while he stays still. Using you like his personal sex doll, but fuck, it felt amazing. You love that heâs using you, placing your body in whatever position he wants to chase his own pleasure.Â
âYouâre so perfect, I could fuck this pussy till Iâm empty,â he mutters, watching his dick disappear inside you.Â
There's a white ring of arousal around the base of his length, and his mind goes blank. All he can do is continue to bounce you up and down his member till he can feel himself start to twitch inside you.Â
âIâm gonna cum, baby you feel so good inside me,â you scream for him, loving the way the ridges of your walls continue to suck him up, your orgasm hitting you once again,
There's something so nasty about him using your body, and youâre enjoying all of it. You love how heâs just taking what he wants, yet he still knows how to make you cum. Your pussy is swollen from the beating itâs taking, but you want more. You want him to keep going till he has nothing left to give you.Â
The feeling of Mingyu twitching inside your walls indicates that heâs close, and you continue to clench around him. Wanting to milk him of his seed, wanting to feel his cum hit your cervix and breed you.Â
âGonna cum inside you, okay baby?â he warns you before stilling his movements.Â
His cock twitches again till you feel his hot white cum spurt inside your walls, flooding your cunt with his seed. Mingyu groans, watching the liquid fill you and breach past your tight hole till it gushes out. The sight is so unholy, so sinful but he canât just stop there. No, he wonât stop till youâre stuffed properly.Â
âM-mingyu, baby,â you whine, your body flopping onto the mattress as he lets you go.Â
Your legs turn to jelly as you shake from how hard you came, your breathing labored. He turns you around so you're splayed out for him, prying your legs open to watch his cum fall out of your pussy in thick globs. Itâs so mesmerizing, hypnotizing, he wants to see more of it. To fill you with more of his seed.Â
âWeâre not done,â he smiles as you cheekily and you laugh.Â
âYou want more after all of that?â you question him, your breathing still harsh from the previous round.Â
âBaby, after all of that, I donât think I can stop,â he mutters against your lips, and you nod, agreeing with his statement.Â
He switches your positions, his back against the headboard while you sit on his lap. The refractory period doesn't seem to exist with Mingyu because his erection is standing proudly in front of you.Â
âYou wanna go again?â he asks you, one hand on your hip as the other rubs his cock as it glistens with a mixture of both of your arousals.Â
âI want you to use me till you canât anymore,â you lean over, whispering in his ear.Â
âCareful, you might regret that later,â he mutters, a hand around your neck as he halts your movements.
Pulling him into a heated kiss, you position his length against your entrance, lifting your body till you can fully sink down on him. Even after the first round, your pussy still canât get used to the stretch that his cock gives you. It's a delicious feeling, his length is so long and thick you can feel it in your stomach.Â
âAh!â you cry out, your head thrown back as you stabilize yourself by holding onto his shoulders.Â
Mingyu moans back, mesmerized by the view of your tits bouncing up and down in front of his face. His cock disappeared inside you once more, the sight making him feral, hungry to see you filled to the brim with his semen.Â
Your orgasm comes around faster this time and your walls convulse around him once more. The heat, the wetness, the silky feeling of your cunt makes Mingyu go delirious, thoughts only filled with you and you only. Stilling your hips, his own high follows yours shortly after, his cum hitting your insides till it covers his softening member all over again.Â
You let out a puff of breath, leaning into his chest as your face rested in the crook of his neck. Mingyu rubs your back soothingly, his dick going soft and falling out of your entrance. Whimpering at the loss of him being inside you, you hold him tighter. The feelings of exhaustion are finally catching up to you, but you know youâll have to clean up soon enough.Â
âYou know I love you, right?â he reminds you as he lifts you up and off the bed to head to the shower. You can only nod, your mind and body too tired to respond.Â
Setting you on the counter, his back turns away from you while he prepares your bath, getting the water warm for you. You notice the large dragon tattoo that coils along his skin. It surprises you that you havenât noticed it before, but the black ink on him is undeniably sexy.Â
Once the water is warm enough, he carries you to the shower before cleaning you up properly. You love that heâs back to his soft and kind self, and it makes you fall for him even harder. The hard sex was so good but whatâs important to you is the fact that heâs so keen on taking care of you after.Â
Mingyuâs hand snakes around your waist as your head lays against his shoulder, pressing lazy kisses while you whisper words of gratitude.Â
âThank you, I love you too,â you mumble, adorning him with pecks along his warm tan skin.Â
epilogue.Â
âThis whole fucking time,â Seungkwan stares at you with wide eyes, âI fucking KNEW it.âÂ
You scoff at him, he just had to be right about everything and it annoys you, but here you are again, in his home for drinks and dessert.Â
âSure you did, Kwannie,â you sigh, patting his shoulder.Â
âI swear I did! Right, babe? They were suspicious from the start,â he continues to argue, roping in Vernon who gives him a shrug of his shoulders before returning his attention to his phone.Â
It was time for you and Mingyu to break the news about your fake relationship with everyone. You felt bad for deceiving people, and now that you two were actually in love, it just felt right to put the fake marriage thing in the past.Â
âPlease, we werenât that obvious,â you defend, not wanting to give Seungkwan the bragging rights to actually be right this whole time.Â
Seungkwan just rolls his eyes at you before taking a sip of his wine. He didnât feel like arguing with you anymore, heâs just happy that his suspicions have been correct this whole time.Â
âDoes this mean youâre going to leave soon?â He looks at you with desperate eyes, taking your hands in his.Â
âWell, weâve talked about it, and Mingyu and I have decided to stay,â you smile at him from where he sits across the room, talking about something unimportant with Jeonghan and Val. âSo donât worry, Iâll still be your neighbour. Bridgewater actually seems like the perfect place for us right now.âÂ
âOh thank god! I donât think I could live happily ever again if you moved away, Y/nie.â He pulls you into a hug, and you canât help but laugh at his dramatics.Â
Seungkwan may have started as a pestering neighbour, but you canât help but feel grateful towards him. If it werenât for his annoying attitude, you and Mingyu probably wouldnât have tried so hard to pretend to be in love. You could say that Seungkwan was one the biggest reasons why you and Mingyu fell so hard for each other in the first place.Â
âŚ
A few days after solidifying your relationship with Mingyu, you two decided that it wouldnât be too bad to stay here after all. Seungcheol was sentenced guilty during trial and Jihoon informed you that there's no more reason for you to be put into witness protection. Everything just seemed like it was all falling into place, and youâre happier than you have been in so long.Â
Even Norbert has finally warmed up to Mingyu. Sometimes when your work day is over, youâll spot them cuddling on the couch and watching Bluey together. He always talks to Norbert, asking him questions even though the cat canât answer. It warms your heart knowing that the two beings that healed you from a worldâs worth of hurt can get along. They both came into your life when you needed it most, and every day you're thankful that youâre surrounded by so much love.Â
âWatching Bluey without me?â you ask out loud, your arms crossed as you pretend to be mad.Â
âBaby! Youâre done!â Mingyu practically flies off the couch to capture you in a bone-crushing hug.Â
âYou know you can come into my office when Iâm working,â you laugh as you rub his back, savouring the feeling of his large and muscular arms holding you.Â
âI know but I donât want to distract you, even Norbert doesn't go in,â he mumbles, inhaling your scent as if he didnât wake up beside you that very morning.Â
âYouâre silly, Mingyu,â you laugh, kissing his cheek.Â
He blushes like a schoolgirl before giving you the biggest grin known to man. His eyes sparkling against the living room lighting, you can tell heâs head over heels for you. Mingyu isnât afraid to show affection or to be vulnerable, he just wants to be with you, no matter how good or bad things get.Â
âCanât I just be happy my wife is off work?â He sighs lovingly, brushing your hair through his fingers, refusing to let you go.Â
You roll your eyes at how cheesy he is, but he knows that you secretly love it. Especially since you act the same way with him whenever he goes out to run errands or when he tends to the garden.Â
âYour wife is hungry and tired, can we make more kimchi pancakes please?â you ask with puppy dog eyes.Â
Mingyu laughs at you before kissing your forehead, âAnything for the love of my life.âÂ
Blushing at his words, you follow him into the kitchen to make the kimchi pancakes you had asked for. Putting on his pink ruffle apron, he gets down to business, always wanting to cook the best food for you.Â
Mingyu is satisfied knowing that heâs able to give you the life that you deserve. To love you on sunny days and even on rainy days. Heâs never felt a love that was this secure, and heâs grateful that you feel the same way.Â
As you watch Mingyu cook, you think back to the first day you moved to Bridgewater. You misjudged him that first day and youâre so glad that he proved you wrong. He has been nothing but amazing since then. Heâs patient, and kind, and he loves you even when youâre irritated or in a bad mood. For someone who used to be a part of the mafia, you would expect him to be rough around the edges, and intimidating, but heâs the complete opposite. Heâs the perfect house husband.Â
end.Â
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â SNEAKY LINK â dad's best friend!TOJI FUSHIGURO
summary: your dad didn't even need to tell you that his best friend was off limits, but you just couldn't help yourself. and on another visit home from university, he's the first person you get your hands on.
wc: 4.2k. (major slay from me)
cw: afab!reader, semi public sex, you fuck in a car, outside, he fingers you at the table, and eats you out in your childhood room <33 slight breeding kink, + your dad is clueless poor man so MDNI
an: was s'posed to write this yesterday but it didn't show up in the tags, so hopefully you guys can see this now and give it some love. never really done long smut before so give it a chance people!! fanks @kazushawty for beta'ing some, this is for you
there was always something about your dadâs best friend, toji fushiguro, that you just couldnât ignore. your dad had loads of friends throughout the years, and you never batted an eyelid. so when your dad brought toji to dinner for the first time, you couldnât just disregard the way he looked, more importantly how he looked at youâmaking you end up sucking his dick in the bathroom of your family home, before dessert was even served.
you were away at university, making your little ârelationshipâ with toji a fleeting one, but best believe whenever you touched your home city, toji always found a way to touch you. âso you manage to find yâself a boyfriend, up at that fancy uni of yours?â toji asks, a sly grin playing on his lips, as he starts the car, pulling out of the train station parking lot.
âno, none of them are to my taste,â you respond shortly, trying to keep your composure, and maintain your focus on anything but him. you knew why he was asking, just so he could feel his pride swell when you say no. since he was always quick to remind you whenever you fucked that after being with him you woulndât want a dumb little college boyâand he was right.
âaww that's too bad,â he mocks, his hand easing its way onto your thigh as if itâs nothing, âa pretty thing like you, should be basking in boys.â you roll your eyes at his teasing, but you canât ignore the slight quickening of your heart as his hand gives your thigh a light squeeze.
you both pretend as if you arenât fucking eachother anytime your dad was around, it was easier to keep up the facade that way. neither of you wanted to hurt your dad, toji actually enjoyed his friendship and would never want to hurt his âoh so precious daughter.ââ but when he pictures how your tits bounce and how your ass shakes whenever he drives his dick into you, he was okay with losing a friendship if that meant he could continue to fuck you.
the rest of the ride was a comfortable silence, there was no more small talk, just the faded hum of the radio and your thoughts racing as tojiâs hand remains on you. you were finally parked in the driveway of your home, âthanks for the ride home fushiguro,â you mumble, ready to leave his car.Â
âfushiguro? were you not calling me toji last time you saw me?â he questions puzzled, his hand laying on your arm â stopping you from exiting the car, as his mouth comes up to your ear, â whilst i was stuffing you full with my dick?â
âcan we not do this here?â you grit out, trying not to react to the feeling of his touch, you look around the driveway and see your dads car parked right in front of tojiâs. âmy dadâs home.â
âso?â he shrugs, tugging against your clothes, âcâmon you know you wanna give me a little something before i leave.â you roll your eyes, reminding yourself that you shouldnât be fucking your dadâs oldest friend â especially not when heâs only ten metres away. but the look that toji gives you, the lustful glint in his eyes, and the way his thick fingers toy with the hem of your jeans, you just couldnât say no.
âmake it quick,â you whisper, looking around your surroundings before pouncing on toji. the windows of his car werenât tinted, but your neighbourhood is a quiet one, so as long he fucked you swiftly, you shouldnât get caught.
âi donât know why youâve got this pouty look on your face,â he smirks, watching as you eagerly get yourself out of jeans, not fully, but just enough so that you could slide right onto his dick. âyou want this just as bad as i do, donât you?â
you didnât bother responding, letting the way your pussy clenches around his throbbing member, be the answer to his question. there's a shared moan between you, with toji throwing his head back onto the headrest as he watches you ride him. his hands grip onto your ass, aiding you in bouncing up and down on his dick.
âcâmere,â he murmurs, his hand moving up off of your ass to lightly grip your chin as he directs your mouth to his. he kisses you sensually, the slow pace matching the rhythm of your ass grinding against him. your arms snake their way around his neck, your hands stroking the hair that falls just above his nape.Â
âf-fuck,â you moan against his mouth, your boobs press against his chest as he thrust into you deeper. he takes your bottom lip between his teeth, suppressing your increasing screams, as his hips dig into your ass further.Â
âyâbetter quiet down princess,â he mocks, pressing a quick peck to your lips, his smirk growing wider as he watches you chase his mouth, whimpering to have more of him. âyou donât want your daddy to hear us and come outside dâya?â
ââdonât care,â you whine, rutting your hips down against him, wanting him to stuff you full, to fuck you hard, not caring about who hears or sees you.
âoh you donât care do you?â he continues to taunt, his fingers roaming across your chest â toying with the buttons of your shirt. and as you nod to his question, your pussy clenching down around his dick achingly, he grins, âget out of the car.â
âwhat?â you pause, trying to register if youâve heard him correctly.
âyou heard me,â he shrugs, his hands going to your hips to take you off your dick, âget out of the car, and lean right up against the hood for me.â
âyouâre joking right?â you scoff, staring at him in shock, but his gaze is locked with yours without faltering, oh he was serious alright. âbut what about my daââ
âwhat about him? you didnât care about him seeing us a second again when you were slutting yourself out on my dick did you,â he continues to taunt, his thumb rubbing against your aching clit, toying with the folds of your soaking pussy â persuading you. ânow i'm not gonna tell you again, get rid of the jeans fully and lean against the hood of my car.âÂ
he didnât have to say anything else after that, the way he was playing with your pussy reminded you of what need. so you quickly get rid of your jeans, and get out of his car, a giggle escaping your lips as tojiâs hand collides with your ass.Â
you lean against the hood of his car, your arms stretching against it in excitement as toji comes behind you, palming your ass before stroking the slit of your pussy with his dick. he doesnât even give you time to breathe before shoving himself back inside of you. his hand coming to the back of your neck to push you down, as he charges his dick back inside of you.Â
âyou like that?â he grins, as he drives into you deeper, the squelching of your dripping pussy around his dick, music to his ears. you nod, eagerly, too dick drunk to formulate a sentence âcontent in just rocking your ass back against his hips ready for him to cum inside of you.
ât-toji âm so close,â you whine, begging for that final push so you could reach your peak, âplease j-just let me cum, i-i need to cum.â
âiâll let you cuââ
âtoji buddy! is that you?â you both pause, frozen in place as you hear your dads voice from the inside. you scramble apart from one another, toji pushing you off his dick and zipping up his pants, trying to regain his composure as he catches his breath. you dive back into your seats, aggressively shimmying into your jeans, panicked. âfuck toji for making me take these all the way off,â you think to yourself, as you awkwardly pull your jeans up. you check the rear view mirror, to try and not look freshly fucked as your father nears the car.
âdad!â you exclaim, giving your father a hug and sending a quit look to toji that reads âshut the fuck up.â your dad returns your hug with a tight squeeze.
âhey sweetheart, was toji here giving you a ride from the station?â he asks, a joyful smile on his face
âyeah i was giving her a ride alright,â toji mutters, his innuendo going straight over your fathers head as he looks back and forth between you, clueless. âshe was showing me all the new things sheâs learnt at uni, and boy has your daughter learnt a lot.â he flashes you a wink, that your dad misses, and you quickly glare at him in response.
âoh sheâs a smart one isnât she?â you dad boasts, practically parading you off and toji nods in response thinking to himself, âif only you could see how dumb she gets filled with my cum.âÂ
you swiftly exit the space between your father and his friend, hoping that toji just leaves, although you didnât get to finish, nearly being caught by your dad, panicked you. you give toji a brisk nod as a goodbye, as you grab your bags out of the car but you pause as you hear your dad ask him, âso, are you staying for dinner?â it was going to be a long night.
you spent the rest of the evening avoiding both your dad and toji, you couldnât trust yourself to be around both of them without letting something slip. toji had just as much to lose, if your dad did find out about your activities, but that didnât stop him from giving sly comments and looks just to see your scared, flushed face whenever you thought he was going to say something about it.Â
when dinner starts you knew you were going to fold, fast. toji was sitting next to you, but his gaze was fixed on you with a teasing glint in his eyes. his mouth drops to your ear as he whispers, âdoesnât this remind you of when we first met? you teasing me all night before dropping on your knees for me in the bathroom upstairs.â
âwhat are you two gossiping about over there?â your dad asks as he enters the room with your food, and you immediately tense up hearing his voice, shifting away from toji to not give yourself away.
âoh i was just reminding her about when we first met at dinner all those years ago,â toji responded quickly, his composure kept cool as if he wasnât just talking about you sucking his dick minutes ago. âa lot has changed since then.â
âyeah, my baby has really grown up and matured since then, haven't you?â your dad coos at you and you give toji a subtle elbow to his stomach under the table. but toji just canât let up, enjoying your jumpy vibe a bit too much.
he nods in agreement with your dad, âyeah sheâs really become a woman, right under our eyes.â he taunts, and only you knew that he was referring to how he felt that your body was built just for him. toji loved every inch of you, your face, tits and ass was a complete package that he just couldnât get enough of.Â
unbeknownst to your dad, tojiâs hand slips underneath the table and right into your pants. your eyes cut towards his, and he the subtle raise of his eyebrow tells you heâs not gonna stop âand you werenât planning on trying to stop him.Â
you open your legs wider, to grant him further access, smiling along at your dad as he cluelessly babbles on to the both of you. toji was both attentive to the conversation and to your pussy. to anyone else it wouldnât look like his fingers were curling up inside of you, your cunt coating his fingers as he slowly drives them into you.
as dinner continues, your hands remain clenched on your cutlery as you try and distract yourself from the growing feeling you were getting as toji rubs your pussy. he was casual about it too, laughing and joking with your dad as if his fingers werenât getting drenched.
you were trying so hard to not ride his fingers in your seat, to not let your father see you getting slutted out by his best friend right in front of him. the thickness of his fingers were stretching your pussy wider, and his pace was achingly slow, to sensual for the burning desire youâve been craving for him all day. but there is nothing you can do, and toji knew tha. the slight smirk on his face and spark in his eye was telling to the fact that he was aware of how badly you need him, and was amused by the needy little look on your face that you poorly try to mask.
âso howâs that boyfriend of yours?â your dad asks you, his question snapping you out of your dazed state. you choke slightly on your drink since you didnât actually have a boyfriend but you couldnât exactly tell him about the special guy you are seeing.
âh-heâsâŚgreat,â you respond, your voice faltering as you could feel tojiâs eyes burning a hole in your head. his fingers pinch against your clit, punishingly and your eyes bounce between your father and him.
âwe should have him over for dinner soon,â your dad suggests excitedly, âso we can all meet him.â
âyeah sure dad,â you lie, hoping that is enough to appease your father. but it definitely didnât appease toji, he swiftly removes his fingers out of your pants, and he sends your a glare when your father wasnât looking before going back to eating his foodâwith both hands.
dinner was a silent affair after that exchange, there were no more subtle sly comments from toji and your dad had worn out all the possible stories he could share about you. so you finish your meal in silence, your pussy still throbbing hard.
âthat was a great meal as always,â toji compliments your dad, getting up out of his seat, âdo you mind if i use the bathroom real quick before i head home?â
âyeah my homeâs your home, do as you please,â your dad grins at him, âiâm gonna go and do these dishes, it was good seeing you,â your dad presses a kiss to your head and gives toji a handshake before heading to the kitchen.
with your dad now out of sight you could now see tojiâs face and he was tense, to say the least. he was standing in the threshold of the door and all it took was the raising of his eyebrows and a shake of his head for you to know that he wanted your ass upstairs with him quick.
he led you to your childhood bedroom and he was already toying with the posters of random anime that you had plastered all over your walls, âcute.â
âtoji i thought we agreed to not do this in the house anymore?â is the first thing you ask. after you first met and made a mess of your household bathroom, you both agreed that it would be easier if you just didnât fuck in your house anymore to save the chance of your dad catching on. but it seems after today, toji couldnât care less.
âa boyfriend huh,â he spits out with a bitter chuckle, turning to look at you, âwhat happened to ânone of those boys are to my taste.ââÂ
âthey arenât,â you persist, folding your arms childishly as you try and get your point across. he doesnât even respond, just raising his eyebrow at you in disbelief, thinking about your conversation with your father. âdo you really think i could tell my dad about the real guy iâve been fucking all this time? â
he shrugs in response, his anger settling a bit in knowing now that you didn't actually have a boyfriend. âi didnât peg you as a jealous type, in case you forgot, youâre the family friend not my boyfriend. so if i was to actually let one of these college guys date me, thatâll be okay.â
âoh it would be okay would it?â he mocks, stepping closer to you, âso iâm just this family friend, not the guy you slut yourself out for whenever you see me?â you couldnât deny that, so you remain quiet, your heart pulsing as toji nears you.Â
he grabs your hand and shoves it right down his pants so you could feel his throbbing dick, âyâknow iâve been hard for you all day, after your clueless dad had to ruin our fun earlier iâve bursting to cum,â his dick pulses in your hold, emphasising his point, âand now it turns out that all i am to you is just a family friend, damn.â
âi didnât mean it in that way,â you say, slightly regretting your choice of words, âi just think itâs a bit silly of you to be getting wound up, at your big age, over some hypothetical boyfriend when all we do is fuck.â
âat my big age? the fuck, im not even that olââ he stops himself because he knows he could say whole lot that could have you crying quick. âiâm gonna let you have your little outburst here, but i did not drag you upstairs for this.â
âand what did you drag me up here for then?â you quiz, his dick still feeling the warmth of your hand. his arm snakes around your waist as he presses you close, your tits rubbing right against his chest.Â
âwell yâknow iâve been dying to fuck you in your bedroom,â he murmurs, he leads you over to your bed, chuckling as he pushes you down next to your stuffed animals, and childish shit that youâve kept. he pulls down your jeans as he kneels down at the edge of your bed, a wide grin etched across his face, âiâve been wanting to keep you out of these all fucking day,â he says as he flings your jeans across the room.Â
âdonât forget your dadâs downstairs and we canât let him ruin what weâve got going on can we?â he pulls your down the bed so your pussyâs closer to your face, he snaps off your underwear and peppers a kiss onto your clit. you hiss at the contact of his mouth on you, and his eyes look up at you, âso you can be quiet for me, right?â
you nod eagerly, clenching your eyes as his mouth suctions onto your clit, biting and nibbling at it. you hold your lip between your teeth to keep yourself quiet, already gripping onto his hair to steady yourself. heâs barely done anything yet and heâs already got you losing your mind.
he drags his tongue down your wet slit, lapping up the sweetness from your pussy. you sigh harder, the grip on his hair only getting tighter the more his mouth works on your cunt. toji laughs as he taunts, ââyouâre just a family friend toji,â yeah seems like it.âÂ
âs-shut up,â you pant out, clenching your thighs around his head as tongue inches deeper and deeper into your pussy, his nose pushed right into your arousal, breathing in every bit of you. ây-you are just a family friend.â
âwhatever,â he smirks, watching as your mouth part as he plunges his fingers into you. he keeps his mouth on your clit, as two of his fingers piston in and out of you. you canât help but thrust your hips up in his direction, aching to feel him deeper.Â
âtoji w-what are youââ you start to ask as he pulls his fingers out of you, just before you cum.Â
he grins in response, popping one of his fingers in his mouth before saying, âyouâre just too sweet yâknow? come on taste yourself.â and before you can even respond properly, you were already sucking on his finger, smiling as he coos, âsee how tasty you are?âÂ
he rids himself of his jogging bottoms, his dick springing out of them, hard and throbbing. âmy balls have been aching to bust inside of you all day,â he complains, as he mounts you, your legs instinctively wrapping around his back, your arms snaking behind his neck. âbut youâd like that wouldnât you?â
âyeah please toji,â you whine, desperate for him to get his dick inside of your dripping pussy, âcum in me please, i just need you.â
âwant me to cum in you yeah?â he smirks, as you shake your head, your hand moving down to his dick but he slaps it away, continuing to tease you, âgonna let me put a baby in you, right?â
âanything you want, just please.â you say, clawing at his back. but thatâs all he needs to hear, as he shoves his dick into you with all his force, your eyes widening at the feeling. but as he quickly sets into a rhythm, you canât help but moan out as his dick drives into you hitting the right spot, every single time.
he puts his mouth on yours to silence you, pecking your lips with kisses as he says, âyou know you gotta be quiet for me princess, canât have your dad hearing how im fucking my kids into you.â
âs-sorry i just c-canât take it,â you apologise, your eyes rolling back as his lips move down from yours onto your neck. bruising and biting at it, with his teeth.
âoh but you can take itâ he praises, âyour pussy takes me so well, always such a good girl for me.â he bites back down on your neck harder, as you clench around him, the throbbing of his dick partnered with the gushing tightness of your pussy had him getting sloppier and sloppier with every stroke.Â
tojiâs hand slaps down on your clit, making you slightly jump up against his dick as it continues to charge into you. he tugs at your clit before swirling it and pressing down on it with his thumb. loving the way you gasp at the contact, scratching at him as your pleasure grows.
âf-fuck toji, please, i need to feel your cum,â you beg, and he presses his forehead against yours, as your hold around his back and neck become stronger. his dick ploughing into you with his unforgiving pace was becoming too much for you to handle, you wanted to feel his load deep inside of you. âlemme have it.â
âi-iâll give it to you princess dont worry,â he reassures, stammering slightly as he could feel himself going to bust. this was his favourite sight of you, all fucked out under him, your eyes practically springing with tears as you beg him to finish inside you. it was only an added bonus that you were doing this on your fluffy pink sheets, literally right under your dadâs nose. âyouâre such a naughty girl for this. what would your dad say if he could see you now?â he continues to tease.
âi donât care what heâd say. i am a n-naughty girl. i wanna be your naughty girl.â
âyeah you are, youâre absolutely filthy,â he jeers, giving you his last thrusts before saying, âfucking taking in the cum of your dads best friend, begging to bred. not very ladylike if i do say so myself.â
ât-toji please,â you call out, fed up with his teasing. and he laughs before taking your mouth into his biting on your lip hard as he releases into you, plastering your pussy walls with all his cum. you do the same, your cum mixing with his as you release onto his dick. he slumps his body over yours, pressing kisses to your faces, satisfied as he thrusts his dick into you further to try and ensure his cum doesnât slip out.
âah, if only i could stay here for the night, iâd keep you plugged up with my cum and really get you pregnant,â he jokes, finally pulling out of you, amazed by how cum of his and yours ran down your thighs and pooled onto your bedsheets.Â
âwant you to stay,â you mewl, your arm stretching, reaching out for him.
âno can do princess,â he sighs, he actually wants to stay with you too, thereâs nothing better then ending the night freshly fucked with his dick cushioned by your pussy all night as he sleeps. he presses a final kiss to your head, and grabs some wipes to get rid off the cum stuck to your legs, before leaving the room as he promises, ânext time weâll do it at my place, yeah?â
AN: So what do you think of dads best friend!toji đ§đ˝ââď¸ this was meant to be apart of a broader part of the sneaky link smut but then a little drabble turned into a full fic. BUT THIS ACTUALLY MADE ME NERVOUS TO POST SINCE IM STILL NOT FEELING MY SMUT SKILLS YET. But it shall come with practice.so yeah lemme know ur thoughts
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ⳠIndex [Day 31 - Werewolves]
Pairing:Â Alpha Dom!Jungkook x f. Omega sub!Reader
Genre: childhood best friends to enemies to lovers!AU, werewolf!AU
Warnings: Kook is kinda cold at first, it is implied that OC gets sold into a forced marriage where she will be tortured and assaulted (not to Kook but a villain character hahaha), yeah...her future is not looking good, or is it?, Koo might have a plan :----)
Kinks:Â the trope of "just the tip" and "we shouldn't be doing this", yeah besties i went there, sex in a shed in the forest, sex by the bonfire, nudity, naked cuddling for warmth *wink wink*, he is bigger and stronger than her, size & muscle & strength kink, he pins her down, fuck i'm literally so small when it comes to him like bro please i have so many thots, hahah sorry i'm really into him haahah, he pins her wrists & puts his hand over her mouth to silence her, huge werwolf dick, knotting, multiple orgasms for both, "just the tip" in spooning position, clit massages, rough penetrative sex in pronebone & doggy style, he has her in a headlock at one point, breeding for the sake of scent marking her, so much fucking cum oh lord, dirty talk, he has fangs, he bites her shoulder, he growls, what if i was weak?? what then??, tears, eye contact, this is emotional & has plot and i wanna write more about them, cuddly & safe aftercare, the plot in this is so good omfg
Wordcount:Â 11.5k
a/n: Click here if you wanna see his dick. I have zero (0) Z E R O knowledge of the workings of the omegaverse. i know that thereâs alphas and betas and omegas but thatâs it. and that there is heat and knots and slick and scenting(?) but how the dynamics work or what ABO each means? no clue. so if this is inaccurate, bear with me and let's see it as my interpretation of werwolves instead. Okay? Okay. Jjssjjs i also added this idea to the mix ps: i actually don't wanna talk about this, i need to recover first BRO GOODBYE this was kinktober 2024 besties FJJDF what a way to end it tbfh
The storm caught you by surprise. You wouldnât particularly mind it if it wasnât for the company you have to keep.Â
Jeon Jungkook. A stubborn, self-centred peacock of a man who thinks he is something just because he is the son of the alpha.Â
Now, to perhaps understand the situation a little better, one might need what the literary world calls backstory.Â
You lived in a small mountain town far away from any big human city. The town was surrounded by high walls and visitors rarely found their way to it. It was wanted by the townspeople because you werenât particularly human. Most humans would call you demons, but you like to call yourselves werewolves. You lived in a pack and the town was your lair.
You can be human but also turn into a wolf by choice. Some choose to keep some of their wolfish features such as their golden eyes or sharp fangs, while others looked entirely human when they walked on two legs.Â
Jeon Jungkook was the son of the pack alpha and therefore heir of the title. His mother was an alpha as well, which naturally gave him the alpha gen. He was stronger and faster than the other wolves in the pack and he had control over his body during the full moon. He never hid his fangs and showed his golden eyes whenever he was provoked. He earned his pack tattoos when he was twelve after killing three enemy wolves and when he turned eighteen, he earned the pack piercings after fulfilling the maturity rituals within a day. Something only his father managed to do before him.
Ever since that day, Jungkook became even more obnoxious and unlikable than he already was.
You werenât so lucky. Born as an omega into a normal family with normal siblings in a normal house, your life has been prettyâŚnormal. You are the same age as Jungkook, which naturally made you go to the same classes from elementary to high school. And throughout your academic career, you never learned to like him.Â
He was an alpha while you were an omega. You were the only one like this from your family, but they never treated you differently. You were a beloved and cherished family member and therefore lived a normal life until your older brother made a mistake and you had to carry the consequences.
He killed the promised omega wife of the enemyâs alphaâs son. The warring alpha wanted to slaughter the entire town at first, but Jungkookâs father persuaded him to take revenge another way. Take one of the villageâs omegas and marry her to his son. âShe will be complacent and quiet. Once she is married, she will be your property. You can take out your anger on her.â So Jungkookâs father told him and the enemy alpha agreed happily. One night later, you were dragged from your home with no way to escape your future. You were born this way, it wasnât your fault and now it would be your death sentence. You cursed your brother that night who begged to be taken in your stead. You told him to choke on it. It was the last thing you said to him and probably will ever say to him. You already started to regret it.Â
Jungkook was ordered to make sure that you would arrive at the enemy village safe and sound. It has been three days ever since that night and all your hatred for anyone and anything has been directed solely at him.Â
âThe rainâs annoying me. Letâs take shelterâ, Jungkook says dryly.Â
âNo.âÂ
Jungkook glares at you.
âYesâ, he hisses, grabbing your arm by your elbow to drag you to a shed nearby. âIâm not gonna walk in the rain. Besides, itâs late. We need to rest.âÂ
âLet go of meâ, you protest, stumbling after him. There isnât much that you can do. He is stronger and bigger and because of his status, he naturally has almost instinctive control over your actions. You could fight against these instincts, but itâs a lot easier not to.Â
âWould you rather get sick in the rain?âÂ
âMaybe, yes. Maybe Iâll get sick enough to die. At least like this, I wonât be sold into tortureâ, you spit, ripping yourself free from his grasp. Again, all your hatred and anger is directed towards him, so it is easy to fight your instincts right now.Â
Jungkook gawks at you in surprise.Â
âI mean itâ, you insist.
He frowns. He steps close and lifts you off the ground, throwing you over his shoulder.
âHey! Let me down, you fuck!â you yell, flashing your fangs and kicking around you.Â
Jungkook merely shoulders you better and walks, frowning deeply.Â
âYou brought this onto yourself.âÂ
âI hate you. I fucking hate you.â
âNo, you donât.â
âYes, I do. You big, smelling piece of shit.âÂ
Jungkook kicks the shed open and drops you. You stumble in surprise, but catch yourself pretty quickly. You and he are mere inches away, sharing air. The constant lighting cutting the sky illuminates your angry faces. You and Jungkook have your golden eyes out and show off your fangs. Your bodies are steaming as your increased body heats dry the water.Â
âIâm gonna let it slip because we were classmates, but insult me again and I will make you be quiet. Understood?â he gnarls.Â
You step closer, making him taste your words.Â
âGo kiss my ass.âÂ
You turn your back to him and stomp further into the shed.
The shed wasnât much bigger than ten square meters. There were tools on each wall and some tools scattered around the ground. Clearly it was meant as storage for woodworkers. One corner had neat stacks of wood and on a table, some blankets were stacked in case some of the workers needed to stay the night.
âGreat. Thatâs luxury, isnât it?â you grumble.
The door slams closed behind you, making you flinch. You donât look however, wanting to appear stronger than you feel. In truth, you are scared and alone and heartbroken. You are frightened. You are sad. You are afraid. You are helpless and hopeless. And you are only a little bit angry. As you walked, you couldnât stop crying. You were happy for the rain because it masked the constant tears running down your face and you were happy for the loud thunder masking your sobs.
You are being sold like property to a man who will torture you for sports. All you want is to be home and to be held and to have someone pay for your fucking therapy because, goddamn, you are going to need a hell lot of therapy if you should survive this.Â
Jungkook is the last person you want to be with right now. He lacks empathy and kindness and has a tendency to impulsive anger. You are waiting for him to hurt you after slamming the door, frozen on the spot.Â
But it doesnât come. Instead, he swerves past you to get firewood. You can only watch him, frozen like a scared little girl despite having long moved past your second decade on this cruel earth.Â
Jungkook uses his claws to ignite the fire by scratching them over a stone. He blows into the amber until it forms flames, then he stands up. He hooks his fingers in his shirt and takes it off.Â
You gasp and look away. You donât know what he is going to do but it scares you. Is he going to test you out now? Make sure that the alpha is going to get a good delivery?
âRelax. I need to dry my clothes and I canât do that on my body. Iâll catch a cold otherwise.â
âOh.âÂ
Jungkook scoffs and starts unbuckling his belt. You watch his tattooed fingers work. He is wearing heavy silver rings on them. Yep, your people can handle silver without pain. Itâs only a myth that it hurts you. Just as garlic being lethal for vampires is a myth. Humans like to tell these tales to sleep better at night.
Jungkook begins taking off his pants, meeting your gawking eyes.
âStop staring and bring the blankets instead.â
âOh, uhm. Sorry.âÂ
You instinctively obey.Â
âMake a bed by the fire. Away from the door.âÂ
You obey again.Â
Afterwards you lift your head, having to gasp and stare. What? Stare? Why canât you look away?Â
He is completely naked, currently hanging up his clothes on a chair. You should want to look away but you canât. His body is sculpted, his muscles well defined. He currently has his back turned to you. It is so big and broad, contrasting against his small waist. Shit, his legs and butt are so big and sculpted in comparison to it. His back is covered scars. Slashes, bite marks, cuts. Some seem to have dug very deep when fresh.
âJust spit it outâ, Jungkook hisses, rolling his shoulders which makes his back muscles shift and flex.
âWhat?âÂ
âI can feel you staring. Just say what you wanna say.âÂ
âYour back. Itâs covered in scars.âÂ
Jungkook touches his own back, tracing the scars he can reach.
âI guess it is.â
âWho did this to you?âÂ
âToo many people to count.â
âWhat happened to them?âÂ
âThe fact that Iâm still here and theyâre not, should be answer enough. Shouldnât it?âÂ
You gulp.Â
Jungkook turns.
You gulp even harder. Look away! You know that no matter how hard you beg your eyes, they wonât look away. It is like they are enchanted.
His pecs are big, clearly sculpted and strong. His stomach is defined, carrying scars as well. But what truly catches your eyes is his cock. Sitting under a dark, masculine bush of pubes, it glistens in the shine of the fire. It is big, even soft, a little tanner than the rest of his skin and sitting against a pair of big, plumb balls made for breeding. So this is what the cock of an alpha looks like. The effect it has on you is embarrassing. You feel slick build up in your holes and saliva collect in your mouth.Â
âQuit your staring. Itâs like youâve never seen a dick before.âÂ
You shake out of your trance, looking away in embarrassment. Your face feels on fire. Holy fuck, what is wrong with you?Â
âYou have seen dick before, right? Werenât you and Tae a thing in high school?â he talks as he gets under the blanket.Â
âUh, yeah, uh. We were.âÂ
âAnd knowing Tae, he fucked you. Didnât he?âÂ
You turn away in embarrassment, rubbing the side of your neck. Of course he did, but Jungkook doesnât need to know that.Â
He figures it out instantly however, glancing at your middle when you arenât looking. Just for a second, nothing more.
âSo stop being weird about itâ, he says and lies down.Â
You shrink. Jungkook studies you. You are trembling in your wet, cold clothes. He pities you.
âGet naked and hang your clothes up to dryâ, he orders.
You want to move in obedience at first, but then stop. You are too scared to obey instinctively.
âNo. Close your eyes.â
Jungkook groans and closes his eyes.
âYouâre so stuck up. You should practice being naked in front of other people. I heard that Alpha Urquard likes for his pack to watch wedding nights.â
You bite down tears. Great. Not only will you be assaulted, it will happen in front of god knows how many people. What if you just throw yourself onto one of the sharp tools? It would be a bitch way to go, but itâs better than what will happen to you.Â
You ogle the pitchfork. Maybe you could do it. Maybe.
âHey!â
You snap out of it. You whip around, meeting Jungkookâs eyes.
âHurry up and come here.â
âWhat?â
âCome here. Itâs better than over there.â
You ogle the pitchfork then his darkened face. Did he figure you out?
âIâm not gonna repeat myself. Get out of your wet clothes and come to me.â
âPle-please close your eyes.â
Jungkook sighs in defeat and obeys. With shaking fingers, you get naked. With trembling knees, you walk to his side. With weak muscles, you get under the blanket next to him. There is only one blanket and you try your fucking hardest not to touch his body in any kind of way. He left you the spot closer by the fire so you were warmer and he could oversee the door.
Jungkook, who senses your presence, opens his eyes. He studies your face, then your body. You have the blanket pulled up to your neck, shivering uncontrollably. Even now, you seem plagued by the cold.
He furrows his brows in distaste and closes the distance. He manages to put his arm around you before your quiet beg freezes him.
âPlease donât hurt me.âÂ
He moves away, studying you in shock. Your eyes are squeezed shut, your fingers are trembling as you grasp the blanket.
âWhy would I hurt you?â
The honest confusion in his voice forces you to open your eyes.
The fire casts deep shadows into his face as much as it illuminates other parts of it. His wet hair is drying slowly, sticking to his wrinkled forehead. He is furrowing his brows which explains the wrinkles.
âWhy would I hurt you?â he repeats his question with more urgency.Â
âI donât know.â
âI was ordered to make sure that you arrive unharmed to Urquard. The last thing Iâll do is hurt you.â
âPlease donât.â
âPlease donât?âÂ
âDonât make sure that I arrive safely.âÂ
Jungkook blinks in surprise. Such vulnerability isnât what he expected from the once feisty, rude woman of before. You are tiny in fear, trembling uncontrollably and begging him with greyed, hopeless eyes.Â
âDonât be ridiculous. Youâre gonna be an alphaâs wife. Thatâs every omegaâs dreamâ, he snarls, sounding weirdly jealous.Â
You burst into tears instantly, turning your back to him as you curl into a small ball. You wail loudly, unable to pretend any longer. You donât want to be married off. You donât want it.
âNo, uh⌠stop crying. I, Iâm ordering you to stop cryingâ, he panics, hissing his words which only makes you cry harder.Â
He stares for a while, fumbling with his words. In the end he doesnât know what to say, turning off his brain to speak from his heart instead.
âDonât cry, itâs gonna be okayâ, he says softly, rubbing your shoulder.
His touch is tender and soothing. You sob despite it or perhaps because of it. It feels so weird to receive because it is nice.Â
âHey, itâs okayâ, he tells you, draping his arm over you. Like this, your bodies are touching under the blanket. He feels so warm against your skin. âItâs gonna be okay.â
âItâs not gonna be okay. Iâm being sold like a pig to a man who likes to watch his daughters in law get raped in front of the entire pack and who will use every second of his life to torture me.â You shrink into yourself. âI just wanna die. Iâm so scared.âÂ
âHey no, donât say that. Donât be scared, Iâm here.âÂ
âI heard that Urquard killed his first wife by ramming a medal hook into her stomach and hanging her like this. All because she couldnât give him a child with the alpha gen. Please just kill me, please.âÂ
âIâm not gonna kill you, ___.â
The last time Jungkook said your name, you and he were both eleven and played adventurers in the forest. He celebrated his twelfth birthday two weeks later and another two weeks later, he killed those three wolves and got his tattoos. He stopped playing with you and stopped saying your name. Quite frankly, he stopped playing with any children since that day, saying stuff like âa man wouldnât play stupid stuffâ or âmy father says that itâs weak to playâ and he became quiet and distant. Maybe he became sadder as well and lonelier.Â
Your name from his tongue after almost fifteen years forces you to turn in his arms. For just a second, the same innocent and playful boy looks back at you before you blink and come back to reality. His features and eyes are still the same shape and colour but he seemed to have grown into them. His left cheek carries a scar these days and his brows are furrowed more than they are relaxed.Â
âIâm not gonna kill you, ___. And Iâm not gonna let you kill yourself either.â
âSo you would rather see me sold to a monster?â You squeeze out tears of anger and frustration. âI hate you so much. You sadistic, heartless piece of shit.â
Jungkook frowns deeper.
âYou alphas are all the same. You think just because you are stronger than the rest of us, you can push us around like cattle. We arenât cattle. We are people, we live normal and good lives. We are nothing special but thatâs good. Weâre boring and mundane but we love deeply. Unlike you disgusting, selfish alphas who see us as nothing but merchandise.â
âAre you done now?â
âIâve only started. You are heartless, selfish, self-absorbed, apathetic and a snob. At the spot where your heart once was, a rotten piece of coal is sitting and when you talk, plants die out of spite.âÂ
âAnything else you like to add?âÂ
âYou are the worst person to ever exist. You are elitist and stubborn and way too obsessed with status. And youâŚâ Your eyes fill with tears. â...you broke my heart before I even knew what heartbreak was.âÂ
Jungkookâs eyes darken in an unfamiliar emotion. Guilt? Regret? More anger?
âWe did everything together until one day, you decided that I wasnât good enough anymore. For fuckâs sake, we were twelve and you acted like I was embarrassing for doing stuff kids our age were allowed to do.â
âYou think that I had a choice?â He finally speaks up and you get a feeling that it was your turn to listen. âI stopped being a kid in my fatherâs eyes the day I killed those wolves. I didnât wanna push you away, but father made me.â
âWhat?â
âI became his heir that day, I sealed my fucking fate. I had to stop playing a-and doing kidâs stuff. He forced me to train day in and out. I had to be the perfect man. I was twelve, for fuckâs sake. I was a fucking kid who wanted to play adventurers in the forest with, with hisâŚ.with his best friend.âÂ
The silence which follows after his confession is deafening. Fifteen years of hating him. Fifteen years of thinking that he hated you. And all this time, he only acted like this because his father made him. You meet his emotional eyes, feeling emotional yourself.
âI was your best friend?â you whisper.
He nods his head, biting down on his lower lip to stop it from trembling.Â
âI miss you, ___â, he presses out.Â
You feel lost for words. You are so shaken in fact that you canât even find it in you to cry. Fifteen years. Fifteen years of hating him for what he did and wishing for an apology you thought would never come and here it is. His confession. His apology.Â
âItâs been fifteen years and I still do. I miss you and Iâm sorry.â He cups your face, wiping away the remnants of tears. âIâm so sorry.â
You stare. And stare. And stare.Â
âPlease say somethingâ, he whispers.
âI donât know what to say.âÂ
âJust anything, please.âÂ
âYouâre the most selfish piece of shit I have ever seen.â
Jungkookâs face falls in shock. His eyes show how much your words hurt him.
âWhy tell me your stupid apology now? Why confess to me now? Knowing that I will be sold into a life of sex slavery and torture?â You hit his chest. âWhy tell me now when you literally deliver me to my fucking death? You piece of shit, youâre selfish and cruel and I want you dead.â
âNo, you donât.â
âYes, I do. You and your entire family and the rest of the pack. Die. All of you just die.âÂ
You hit him with more vigour. More and more and more.Â
âEnoughâ, he stops you, pinning your wrists into the ground and with it, rendering you helpless, âstop hitting me, please.â
You spit at his face.Â
Jungkook flinches back. He sits up and wipes it away.
âWhat the fuck? You spat at me. Why would you do that?â
âGo to hell and shove your sappy confession up your sadistic assâ, you hiss. You feel no ounce of remorse for what you did.Â
Jungkook wipes your spit into the blanket and moves quickly. He puts your wrists together and pins them above your head. Before you can spit again, he puts his other hand over your mouth, rending your legs useless as well by slinging one of his muscular legs over yours.Â
There is no fabric between your bodies. You are skin against skin. Raw and naked and hot. You can feel his dick against you and you know that he can feel your tits against his arm. You are rendered useless, vulnerable to whatever he plans to do to you now that spat at him. You are scared, but you are also droopy. It is that same droopiness you felt when you looked at his naked body. Except stronger and more unbearable. You are hotter and there is slick gathering in your holes. You can barely breathe, but maybe this is because of his hand over your mouth.Â
âStop fighting me and listenâ, Jungkook talks with his lips close to your face. You canât stop staring at them. You fight him while your mind goes droopy at the sight of his lips moving. âYou can either go to your new life or listen. Are you gonna listen?â
You nod your head.
âGood. Iâm gonna pull my hand away now and you wonât spit at my face again. Promise?â
You nod hesitantly.
âGood. I trust your word.â
He pulls his hand away, keeping his arm around you. It lies exactly over your tits, rubbing against your nipples. You know for a fact that he is able to feel it. You curl your fingers, trying so hard not to get affected by his closeness. Or to make a sound for that matter.
âI said this stuff to you because I wanna make it right between us. Your brother fucked up, but what Urquard did in retaliation is crazy and what father allowed is insane. If you want me to, I wonât bring you to him.âÂ
âWhat? ButâŚyour father promised.â
âI donât care. Itâs barbaric that omega trading is still a thing. You are right, you are people not cattle.âÂ
âIf he finds out that you refuse, he will disown you.â
âI have a plan for that.â
âUrquard will kill you.â
âThatâs why I have a plan.â
âWhat plan?âÂ
âItâs gonna sound insane.â
âJust tell me please. I donât wanna be sold.âÂ
âThe only way I can free you of this pact is if you get marked by another alpha. Youâre unclaimed right now, but if you were to be marked by an alpha other than Urquardâs son, then the pact would be invalid.â
âWhat do you mean with marked?â
He hesitates.
âTell me.âÂ
âAn alpha would have to put his dick into you.â
âSo assault? I would have to be assaulted?â
âNot if you wanted it.â
âHuh?â
âNot if itâs with someone you trust. Someone whoâs gonna be careful and gentle and whoâs gonna make it nice for you.â
âAnd who should that be? Last time I checked, Iâm not really friends with manyâŚâ
Your eyes meet Jungkookâs. He seems shy all of a sudden.
âOh.âÂ
You gasp for air.Â
âOh.â
âI know itâs crazy. I thought of other ways. Iâve been plotting ever since we left town. Thatâs why I volunteered. To give us time, to give me time to think of something. I thought of lots of stuff, but they all ended in hypothetical death or enslavement of our pack. The only peaceful option was this.â
âYou volunteered to bring me?âÂ
He nods his head, âanyone else would have been too scared of or too loyal to my dad. I know youâre scared, but Iâm not gonna let anything happen to you.âÂ
âAnd you thought of this?âÂ
âItâs the only way. We kill Urquard and his sons? Their pack comes after us. We run away? Their pack is gonna punish our pack. We kill everyone? Impossible weâd die and destine our pack to agony. Itâs only death and pain u-unless you get marked by an alpha.â
âBut I would have to be with you afterwards.â
âOnly if you want to. We can pretend, make everyone think that itâs real. You wouldnât have to be with me ever again.âÂ
âOh my god, this is insane.â
âI know. Iâm sorry. The choice is yours. I promise.â
You study his face. You are still trapped under him, sharing heat. Skin against skin. arm against chest and cock against hip. He is semi hard by now, smearing slick on your skin. The fact that he is affected by this - by you - doesnât make it easier to stay calm. You are glad for his leg over yours because it forces your legs to be closed and therefore hide the masses of slick having accumulated by now. His hair is still damp, hanging into his face messily. His fingers feel so strong and protective around your wrists. You swear that each time he breathes out and you inhale it, you feel high. You are so attracted to him right now.Â
Truth be told, you always thought that he was handsome beyond comparison. He has a mesmerizing aura and a captivating smile. His physique is your dream physique and his face often caught your attention in a crowd. You were utterly and insanely attracted to him which made your hatred for him grow deeper. He betrayed you, but he is still haunting your thoughts. It was unbearable until right now.Â
âIâm scared. I never did it with an alpha beforeâ, you confess, suddenly feeling so vulnerable.
And Jungkook takes that vulnerability, cradling it in his safe palm just as he cradles your cheek the same way. His eyes softened, his voice did too.
âDonât be scared. Iâll be gentle. I promiseâ, he almost whispers the words, tracing your brow and temple between cradling your cheek.Â
âI donât know you like that.â
âNeither do I you. Itâs gonna be a one time thing.âÂ
âIâm scared. Iâve been scared ever since all of this started.â
âDonât be. Iâm here. I wonât let them touch you.â
âBut youâll touch me?â you ask in a whisper, lifting the inner corners of your brows.
Jungkook has a hard time staying calm when you look at him with such puppy eyes.Â
âIf you let me, I will.âÂ
You exhale shakily, squirming under him.Â
âIâm scared.âÂ
He lets go of your wrists to cradle your other cheek. You lean into the touch, barely wanting to keep your eyes open. Your arms stay in their submissive position naturally.Â
âJust the tip. Thatâs all it takes. Just the tip for a few seconds so you take on my scent and then itâll be overâ, he says.
âJust the tip?âÂ
âYes, just the tip. Nothing more. I promise.â
You are going to do something which you thought never to do. But if it saves your life, you would do anything. Even something as crazy as allow Jungkook to stick his tip into you.
âOkay. Just the tip.âÂ
Jungkook exhales shakily, moving closer for a kiss like it was instinct before he stops himself. You shudder, craving nothing more than what he denies both of you.Â
âWe shouldnât be doing thisâ, he breathes.
âWhat?âÂ
âKiss.â He lets the word dance over your lips, running his thumb under your lips as his eyes stare. âWe shouldnât.âÂ
âNo, we shouldnâtâ, you whimper, chasing him.Â
Moments of craving and yearning where both of you try so hard to kiss the other. But you shouldnât. Just the tip, nothing more.
âRoll to your side, pleaseâ, Jungkook breaks the electric silence, guiding you with his hand on your shoulder until your back faces his chest.Â
You can see the fire and the rest of the shed like this, but not Jungkook.
âWhy like this?âÂ
âIf I look at your face, Iâll stick it in completely. I canât do this to you.âÂ
âOh.â
Jungkook closes the distance, connecting his hand with your hip. He guides it up your body, travelling along your waist and arm. His touch leaves goosebumps where it goes. His palm is slightly calloused from fighting but incredibly tender in how it touches you. You feel yourself breathe heavier and heavier the longer he touches you.
He reaches your shoulder, closing the last of the distance by lowering his lips to your back.
âAhâ, you let out quietly, tensing up. Your eyes are widened comically big, staring into the bright flames. He is kissing your naked skin. What the fuck.Â
Jungkookâs eyes are closed in contrast. His head is foggy, but he tries to fight these feelings. You smell so good that it is very difficult to do so.Â
His hand is still on your shoulder at first but moves to your waist when he guides his kisses to said shoulder.Â
âOh godâ, you whisper, sighing afterwards.Â
Jungkook feels droopy from the sound, digging his fingers into the softness of your side. He shouldnât be doing this. Just the tip. Thatâs what he said. And yet here he is, kissing your soft skin as if it was his right to do so. He shouldnât be doing this, but he canât stop. He traces and holds your side and stomach, telling himself that he only does it to relax you. He kisses every inch of your exposed back and shoulder, telling himself that he only does it to calm you down. When in truth he does all of this because he wants to make it nice for you. And maybe he wants to be a source of tenderness after what you had to go through.Â
Lies. These are still lies. He fucking does this because he wants to. He fucking does it because he wants to know how it is to touch you. Taehyung talked when you and he were high school sweethearts. Oh, Taehyung talked and Jungkook had to listen and secretly seethe with jealousy. It should be him, he thought back then, he would know how to treat you right.
You had no idea of these thoughts. You still havenât as you lie here next to the warm fire while Jungkook touches you oh so carefully. You donât know if youâre allowed to close your eyes. Just the tip, you agreed on. Can you close your eyes for that?Â
But it feels so good. His lips are soft, while his piercings are hard in contrast. His touch is currently dancing up the middle of your torso slowly. You fight the shivers wanting to run through you.Â
You lose the fight a moment later when he pulls you against his strong chest and kisses your neck.Â
You whimper, trembling like crazy. You arch into him, craning your neck to give him more of it. Your heart skips beats under his lips. Jungkook grips the blanket to stop his hand from cradling your tits.Â
âFuck, I shouldnât be doing thisâ, he presses out under his breath, mouthing at your neck hungrily. âI shouldnâtâŚ.doâŚthis.âÂ
He drags his lips to your jawline and sucks. Your eyes close.
You mewl, rolling your hips back into him. His cock slides between your legs, rubbing between your puffy folds. He trembles in shock, gripping your hip to stop your wiggles.Â
âDonât do this. Donât act like this when it is supposed to mean nothing.â
âIâm sorry, I canât help it.â
âMhhm I know. You canât, but I can. I wonât do it again, Iâm sorry.âÂ
You swallow your begs, not wanting to appear weak or desperate. It is so difficult not to beg when you have his cock between your legs. Hugged by your folds and exchanging slick. He feels hot and his veins are pulsing desperately. You have never before felt so stupidly horny than you do right now. Quite frankly, he might be forcing you to go into impromptu heat if he keeps being like this.Â
âJust the tip, yeah? Just the tipâ, he whispers as he puts his arm under your head so you have something comfortable to rest on. You practically melt into him, biting back tears. You are being held and it feels so good. So safe and warm.Â
He kisses your neck and cheek, whispering his words.
âAre you comfortable? Are you ready?â
âYeahâ, you sigh, pushing your hips back.Â
Jungkook slides his other hand between your bodies, using it to align his cock with your dripping entrance. Just the tip, he reminds himself, nothing more. Donât be greedy, keep calm. This doesnât mean anything.Â
âLast chanceâ, he says, wanting to stall time so he can calm down.Â
âI trust you.â
Jungkook bites back his moan, having to take a deep breath before he can act. You are messing him up without knowing. With a racing pulse, he applies pressure on your puffy cunt and slips inside.Â
You squeak, shaking against your will. You convulse around him, gasping repeatedly. He went in so easily, despite his size.Â
Jungkook growls, âfuck, holy fuckâ, he gets out and bruises your hip as he grips it for support. It takes everything inside him not to push it all the way in. Jungkook genuinely has a hard time not to moan. You are so wet.
Judging from your tremors and the way you fight for air, it is just as difficult for you.
âOnly a few more secondâ, he forces his voice to sound as normal as possible. He wants to fuck you, but knows that he shouldnât.
âMh-hmâ, you squeak out, nodding your head. You want him to fuck you.Â
Jungkook closes his hand to a fist, growing his claws to dig them into his own palm. The pain keeps him from acting up. He wouldnât be able to handle it otherwise.Â
Jungkook always hoped that he would marry you one day. There it is. Itâs out there. Jungkook had feelings for you for decades. In his dreams, you marry him and he can spend the rest of his days spoiling you rotten. He would be your protector against any danger, your best friend to laugh with, your remedy for your heats and the lover you can be yourself with.Â
Being with you like this is everything he ever wished for. You are so soft and warm around him, your slick is so wet. He knows that, deeper inside, it would be so much more. You'd be so warm, so soft. Jungkook gulps down his desire for more, otherwise he would do things he would regret.
âI think it should be goodâ, he presses out. He canât do it anymore. One more second and he would push in all the way. He canât do this to you. You trust him and he canât abuse this trust.Â
âReally?â
You turn your head, looking up at him in droopy devotion. Jungkook whimpers, instantly cradling your cheek. He furrows his brows, throbbing inside you. He fights the urge to kiss you, to rest his forehead against yours, to bury himself deep inside you.
âPlease donât look at me.â
âJungkook.âÂ
His name hasnât rolled off your tongue ever since he left you at the playground. It almost brings tears to his eyes, forcing his arm around you tighter.
âI canât do thisâ, he drops his forehead against yours âI think I remembered that I need to put in all of it. Itâs not gonna work otherwise.âÂ
He is lying, because he canât accept the truth yet. That he is selfish and totally addicted to you.Â
âPlease do.âÂ
âNo. No we shouldnât be doing thisâ, he fights it still, shaking his head which makes his nose rub against yours.Â
âPleaseâ, your words tickle his lips, âsave me. Whatever it takes, save me.â
âUrghâ, he growls through gritted teeth.Â
âPlease.âÂ
Jungkook lifts his head. He wants to look into your eyes as he does it. He wants to see the utter bliss in your eyes as he turns your relationship status from ex childhood best friends to two adults reunited. Â
He rolls his hips, feeding your warmth his length inch by inch. Your brows furrow and lift, your lids flutter, your mouth falls open.Â
âA-ahâ, you squeak out.
âShhh, itâs okay. Iâm here. Iâm all hereâ, he whispers. He closes his arm around you, cradling you in a gentle headlock.Â
You close your fingers around his lower arm, spilling tears from your eyes.Â
âDoes it hurt?âÂ
You shake your head.Â
âBut?âÂ
âSoâŚfilled out. So big.â
âI know. Iâm big, but youâre taking me so well.â
You whimper. Jungkook feels so insanely protective over you right now.Â
âYes, you are. Taking me so wellâ, he insists, brushing the back of his hand down your cheek.Â
Jungkook continues until he bottoms out. He shudders, choking down a whimper. You feel so good. He never ever felt like this before. It feels like coming home which is insane because he was never with you like this.Â
â___â, your name comes out of him against his will.Â
âJungkookâ, you answer him, clenching around him. Â
âStay still, please.âÂ
âOkayâ, you whimper, looking at his lips.Â
The pull is magnetic. Jungkook draws closer with parted lips, you meet him with parted lips. Once you kiss, it will be over for you and him. There will be no coming back from this.Â
âNoâ, he croaks, putting his hand over your mouth. The headlock tightens like this, giving you such a sense of being protected that your walls clench against your will.Â
âWe shouldnât kiss. Neverâ, he rasps weakly, mouthing at his own hand right where your lips lie beneath. You close your eyes, trying to move your lips under his hand. It is starting to feel cruel to be denied his kiss. Especially when memories of your past come back to you.Â
You remember that it was a group of eight kids and you were doing âdaresâ to see who is the coolest. Taehyung was dared to prank call his mom and he actually did. He pretended to be a grown up insurance clerk and once he hung up, you really thought that he managed to prank his mom (he didnât hide his phone number and had a childlike voice). Jimin, another friend, was dared to climb a tree. Which he did and he was sooo cool for it. They were silly, childish dares who did no harm but made you feel so cool. Then it came to you and you were dared to kiss Jungkook. Which you did. In a childlike, innocent way but which made you and him feel so grown up for a moment.
The memory is haunting you right now, making you want to redo it in a grown up, mature way. You open your eyes, meeting Jungkookâs gaze. Judging from the foggy desperation in them, he is haunted by the same memory.Â
âPlease get out of my headâ, he gets out.
You whimper his name behind his hand. Jungkook furrows his brows, grinding his teeth.
âNo please. Stop itâ, he croaks, squeezing his eyes shut.
You want to fight it as well, of course you do. You swore to hate him forever and now you want nothing else than his kiss. You want to fight it, but your hands move against your will. They rest themselves over Jungkookâs hand and try to dig between your face and his palm.
He growls, huffing out air. The only thing keeping your hips from joining the impossible fight is his hand on it. Shit, now he is concentrating on down below. Your puffy walls around him, so soft and warm. Being inside you, Jungkook swears he will never be cold again. Or maybe he will be, maybe he will never find warmth again once this stops, once he has to slip out and pretend that it meant nothing.
What will happen afterwards? He is so needy and he knows that you are too. What will happen? Are you going to lie next to each other, wet and needy and force your bodies to calm down? Or maybe he will need to excuse himself to outside, fuck his own fist as the loud thunder masks his desperate moans while inside the shed you most definitely would touch yourself as well?
Jungkook was so lost in his haunted thoughts that he realises too late that you managed to tug his hand away. Your lips brush hisâ.Â
Jungkook moans from the bottom of his heart, going in for more at first. He even rolls his hips into you. Like instinct. Like it is meant to happen.Â
âNoâ, he pushes you away, slips out, breaks the moment. âWe shouldnât be doing this. Not that far.â
You sob, shrinking into yourself.Â
âPleaseâ, you whimper your words, staring at him with desperate, sad eyes. You lift your hips, begging him silently.
âI wonât be able to stop if I do it again. I canât do this to you.âÂ
âPleaseâ, you beg.
âDo you even know what an alpha does when he fucks? I wonât be able to stop until I bred you. I-Iâll knot you and, and you wonât be able to get me out until Iâm soft again.âÂ
âI know.âÂ
âThis could take hours. You will feel out of control and vulnerable.âÂ
âYou said that you will protect me. That I-Iâm safe with you.âÂ
â___â, he chokes out and crawls to you. He picks you up in his strong arms, holding you against his chest. His heart is racing like crazy against your back. âStop me. I beg you. I canât pretend any longer that this means nothing to me. You have to stop this.â
You reach up and twist his hair, pulling him down to you.Â
âWe shouldnât-âÂ
You silence him with a kiss.Â
Jungkook trembles, resting his weight against you as the kiss renders his body useless for a moment. You are kissing him. You stopped this stupid farce for you and him. You sealed your fates. Jungkook knows that it wonât be the same after tonight. He will never fucking give you up.Â
He breaks the kiss, but stay close.
âYou shouldnât have done this.â
âPlease. More.â
âAre you even hearing me?â he hisses.
âYes. Please, more.âÂ
âFuck, we really shouldnât, but maybe IâŚI have to move it a few times? To really mark you?âÂ
âYes, sounds good, mark me please. I donât wanna be sold.âÂ
âI-Iâll do it just for that. To make sure.âÂ
âYes. Okayâ, you sigh and melt into him, lifting your leg.Â
Jungkook slides his hand under it instantly.
âLet me do it. Relax.âÂ
You let your muscles relax, allowing him to carry your legâs weight. He does it so easily, tracing your hairline with his fingertips as he looks down at you. He moves his hips so his cock would slip between your folds, working you up to what was coming by grinding back and forth. He really drags out the movements, sending trembles through your legs each time his thick tip rubs your swollen clit.Â
He exhales shakily, whispering his thoughts.
âYouâre so wet. I have never felt slick so warm and, and wet before.âÂ
You look up at him with shy, nervous puppy eyes, making him want to protect you forever.Â
âIs it bad?âÂ
âNo, fuck noâ, he puts his arm around your chest, pulling you up to him until he can rest his forehead against yours. âItâs perfect, baby.âÂ
âBaby?âÂ
âIâŚâ he drops you, hips stilling in shock. He doesnât know what to say. Anything he could say feels like too little of an apology.Â
You however increase the lethalness of your puppy eyes, reaching down to try and move his hips again.Â
âPlease. More.âÂ
âWeâre only doing this to save you, right?â He asks, picking up a rhythm again. It is the same as before but way more arousing because he purposefully makes sure that his tip slips into you every now and then. He starts off with just a little poke, increasing the inches more and more. But it stays just the tip, for now, donât be mistaken. If he slips inside it should happen accidentally. He likes to tell himself if it happens like this, it will mean that it wasnât his fault.Â
âYes, only to save meâ you lull your words, getting droopier and droopier. Each time he has his tip inside you, it feels so good. Before he slips out and you feel sad, until of course he drags his cock over your clit instead. Â
You canât do this for long anymore and Jungkook seems to share your feelings. The tip he buries in you starts to go way past your entrance and it seems to stay longer inside. His golden eyes never break contact, his fingers rub your arm as he holds you so close.Â
He slips into you again. So deep.Â
âMhhhhmâ he lets out in a rumble, furrowing his brows.Â
You whimper, lifting your brows.Â
Deeper. Deeper. Deeper. He wonât be able to escape like this.Â
Deeper.
He bottoms out.Â
You moan, eyelids fluttering and lips chasing his kiss.Â
He shakes his head, talking as he falls into the kiss.
âWe really shouldnât be doing this.â
You kiss and Jungkookâs cock doesnât leave you again. It stays buried deep inside you, reshaping your walls as his hips move. Slowly for now, daring not to be too rough with you. Because being rough makes it real. Maybe if he keeps his movements tiny enough, it will still count as being nothing of importance.Â
Because thatâs what this is, right? Something that doesnât mean anything, something that wonât change who you and he are. This is what those needy, hungry tongue kisses mean, this is what the desperate touches mean, this is what the exchanging of warm slick means. Nothing. Because if those things meant something, it would force Jungkook to admit that he is doing This for himself. Of course he does it to save you, but if it meant something, he would have to admit that he is also doing this for himself.Â
But it doesnât mean anything, right? Right?
You break the kiss for air, looking up at him submissively and droopy.
âIt feels so goodâ, you whisper.
âClose your eyes, please.âÂ
You obey and Jungkook has to come to the realisation that it makes no difference. This fucking means something. Holy fuck, he is done for.Â
âMaybe I have to make you cum?â
âWhat?â you ask, eyes still closed.Â
âI think I need to make you cum once. Then youâll be marked.â
âPlease do. I trust you.âÂ
Trust. He thought that he would never earn it again and yet here he is. With your weakened, trembling body in his hold as you trust him to take good care of you.Â
âMhhm shitâ, he presses out, biting down on his own tongue to calm himself. Be tender with her, he thinks, you swore to be a gentle alpha so fucking get it together.
He moves you into another position, draping your leg over his hip so you wouldnât have to use your muscles. You are so open and spread like this, allowing his big cock entrance. He slides his hand to your clit and takes it between his thumb and middle finger to massage it.Â
âA-haâ, you let out, arching your back and lifting your hips.
âSsssh, relax. Iâm here.â
âPlease, deeper.âÂ
Jungkook buries his cock deep inside you and stays there, circling his hips. He is so big and long that he stimulates both your g-spot and your cervix. He is so gentle that it doesnât hurt. It just feels so good that your fangs grow against your will and you leak masses of new slick.
âLike this? Am I making it nice for you?â
âSo niceâ, you mewl, nodding your head vigorously.Â
Jungkook is gazing at you as it happens. He watches every change of expression on your face, fighting the urge to call you beautiful. Because thatâs what you are. Beautiful. You would deserve to know but he is scared of the consequences. It would mean the fluttering of his heart is real.
âIs so niceâ, you sigh, writhing happily. It breaks him.
âYouâre beautifulâ, he says, moaning softly when you tighten and arch your back. So you liked it. His cock throbs inside you, leaking into you needily. âYeah thatâs right, youâre beautiful. So fucking beautiful. Taking me so well, feeling so good on my cock.â
���Ah, aaaahâ, your moans are so loud, your pussy so fucking wet and your clit so swollen.Â
Jungkook fucks you gently, massaging your spot of pleasure with his long, skilled fingers. He can feel your heartbeat in your back, as much as he can feel you rub against his nipples.Â
The blanket over your bodies is so hot, making you and him sweat wherever you are touching. He canât deny it anymore that this is real, that this means something. This means fucking everything to him.
âYouâre such a good omega, taking me so well.â
âYouâre making me cumâ, you croak, grasping his arm for support, âplease, can I cum?âÂ
âYes, baby. You can. Cum for me.âÂ
âJungkookâ, you gasp, ripping your eyes open to stare in shock as his gentle touches bring you over the edge.
Your eyes flicker golden, you moan silently with an open mouth.Â
âThatâs it, cum for your alpha. Let me mark you, thatâs it.âÂ
He has a hard time saying these words to you. His thoughts are running wild. This is the face you make when you have an orgasm. Never in his wildest dreams could he have imagined this to be a face he gets to see. And itâs so beautiful that he treads the moment your high stops and he has to pull out. He doesnât want to pull out. He needs more of you. He needs you like fucking crazy.
âMore pleaseâ, and then your beg releases him. You are down from your high, yet still so hungry for more. You feel so fulfilled with him that you donât want this to stop.Â
âWhat?â he croaks.
âMore please, more.â
âIf I do this, I wonât stop until I cum too.âÂ
âI know.âÂ
âMaybe youâre right. Maybe I have to cum inside you to mark you?âÂ
âYeah, maybe.âÂ
The pretend continues. The fucking charades that this is only to save you from your fate, that you and he arenât doing this because it feels so good to both of you.Â
âPlease Jungkook, fuck me properly.â
âAre you sure?â he almost squeaks the words because he has such a hard time controlling his urges.Â
âYes. Please.â
âHoly fuck. ___ urgh.â
Your needy beg does the rest. His animalistic instincts take over.
Jungkook growls, grabbing you roughly to flip you onto your stomach and therefore pin you down. He straddles you from behind. His right hand slips to the back of your head, his left hand has a possessive grip on your hip. His legs cage in your legs, keeping them squeezed together as he drills his thick cock into your pussy. You are so tight like this, jerking him off in such a maddening way.Â
You scream up as you didnât expect him to take on such a punishing pace instantly, but you arenât complaining. It feels so good to take him. He fucks you so well. His cock is so filling, making you feel whole.Â
âIâm not holding back now. For you, just for you. Is this good for you? Do you like this?â, he growls through gritted fangs, shifting his eyes between your face and his cock.
âYeaaâ, you sob, clawing at the ground helplessly. You were aware that Jungkook has been an adult for years, but this is still changing how you see him. Whenever you thought of him, you saw that twelve year old boy calling you immature for playing. That boy is gone as if he never existed. Jungkook is a fucking adult and he is rewriting the image in your mind one heavy stroke at a time.
âYou should have never seen me like this. Fuck, this shouldnât happenâ, Jungkook spits, high on your body. He is embarrassed by his actions, but canât stop them. âBut I canât stop. Holy fuck, I need you so fucking bad.â He needs to fuck you. You are so small and weak right now, so goddamn vulnerable. Once so unclaimed until he took you.
You are his.Â
Jungkook growls, pinning you harder into the ground.Â
You are his.Â
You reach behind yourself because his hand on your head hurts. He grabs your wrist instantly, using it to pin your arm against your back. You wail up, kicking the ground as best as possible as you writhe in your imprisonment.Â
âIâm sorry. You shouldnât see me like this. Not you. Iâm sorry.âÂ
He apologises, knowing that he wonât be able to stop until you are claimed. The thought makes him crazy. He is claiming you. The girl who was his first kiss, his best friend who always came to him when she needed help, the woman who counts on him to protect her from her fate and the wife he always hoped to have one day. And he is claiming her. He is marking her, making you his for anyone to smell.
Jungkook drills you harder. He pulls out all the way to his tip just to thrust into you sloppily. He does it over and over again, reminding your dripping pussy of his size with each possessive thrust.Â
And you take it with grateful sobs, existing only for him right now. You would never recover if he stopped right now. You need him to finish what he started even if it ruins you in the process.Â
âWe really shouldnât be doing this, fuck, this shouldnât happenâ, Jungkook gets out, gawking at where he buries himself in you.Â
Your slick is slowly taking on a milky colour from the intense friction. It sticks to his veiny shaft and his dark pubes, smearing all over your ass and his thighs as well.
If this shouldnât happen, why does it feel so good? If this shouldnât happen, why does it look so hot? If this shouldnât happen, why does he not want to stop?Â
Jungkook scrunches his face in anger. He lets go of your arm so he can grip your hips with both hands. He pulls them up until you are kneeling. Your face is still buried in the ground, your back is arched.
You shake and convulse instantly, sobbing in embarrassment because the open position of your legs forces your slick to run out of you.Â
âHoly fuckâ, he gets out, staring at it with blown out pupils, âholy fuck, ___.âÂ
âIâm sorry, please donât judge meâ, you beg, trying so hard to keep it inside with clenches around his cock.
âNever. Holy fuck, I could never.â
âIâm so embarrassed.â
âDonât be. Relax, baby. Donât fight itâ, he says, knowing that you and he shouldnât be doing this.Â
You obey instinctively. You relax around him, releasing the slick you so desperately wanted to hide from him. It begins squirting out of you messily and audibly, marking him yours.
âYesâ, he growls and begins pulling your hips onto his cock possessively, thrusting into you at the same time. He does it with one hand because the other he slips between your legs to pinch your clit. Gently of course, keeping her between two fingers to massage her in circular motions.
âLet me help you.âÂ
You wail and shake, releasing more and more of your pretty slick. It runs down your thighs, covers his legs, smears all over your ass and his stomach. Â
âRelax, thatâs it. My pretty omega shouldnât keep it inside. Itâs not good for you.âÂ
âJungkook, I canât do thisâ, you sob.
âI know. We canât do this, we never should have.â
âNoâ, you wail, âno. I have to cum again.â
âWhenever you want to. Your alphaâs right here, baby.âÂ
âJungkook!â you scream, breaking apart as if you never orgasmed before. It feels so good.
âHoly fuck baby, ah!â Jungkook yelps, hips stuttering in shock, âyou feel so good, what the fuck ah! Ah! I canât control myself. Baby!âÂ
Jungkook growls and lays himself over you. He holds you up with one hand around you, biting down on your shoulder as his body breaks. You sob from the pain of the bite, loving every second of it.Â
And then it hits you.Â
His seed.
His thick, hot seed.
It shoots out of him with such strength that you feel punched in the gut. The effect is instant. You lose control over yourself. Quite literally, you lose control. You can still talk, using it to scream his name as you orgasm in a way you have never experienced before.Â
The first one was intense but familiar. This right now? You didnât even know that your body could feel this way. It is truly, seriously, religious. It is as if you finally found your purpose in life. And in a sense you did. You found your alpha. He finally claimed you properly. You are hisâ. You arenât unclaimed anymore. Nobody ever educated on this, so you have no idea that these religious, soul fulfilling feelings mean that you changed forever, but you donât mind right now. You are just riding on these feelings, screaming his name and milking him dry.Â
Jungkook whimpers. He truly, honestly whimpers from the bottom of his heart, collapsing on top of you. He knocks you into the ground like that, burying you under his weight but he couldnât stop it from happening.Â
He never experienced this feeling either. He had sex with people, but it never felt like This before. He orgasmed in them but it never felt like this. It feels as if his seed finally has purpose. Thatâs how it feels. Like his efforts and all the rutting he is doing has fucking purpose.Â
And then it happens. Something that he was only told could happen to him, finally happens to him. His knot swells. He actually fucking grows a knot and has to writhe on top of you, burying his nose deep in your hair as he sobs your name.Â
You sob as well, insides suddenly feeling like bursting. His knot is so big and thick that it should feel like an intruder but it doesnât. It feels like the best drug ever. You didnât even know that you could stretch this far. The amount of stimulation it gives you as it rubs against your walls is otherworldly, making you chase one orgasm after the other.
âI donât know whatâs happening to me. Ah! ___!â Jungkook yelps, having to orgasm again as your tight walls stimulate his knot. The amount of sensitivity he feels on it is insane.Â
His hands slide together with yours, holding them tightly as he pins them into the ground. His tears fall into your hair, your own tears soak the blanket.Â
âI canât stopâ, you get out, shaking in fear, âI canât stop cumming!â
âMe neither.â
âIâm scared. Iâm so scaredâ, you sob, riding on the unfamiliar, scary sensations.
âDonât be scared, Iâm here. Iâm hereâ, he talks you through it, shaking beyond saving.
You arenât even moving much. There are no thrusts, no sloppy wiggles. Just and you and him, actually stuck together because of his knot while he pumps one cumshot after the other into you. There is no movement and yet it feels better than the most passionate rutting session you each had. No movement and yet you are fulfilled beyond comparison. Is this how it feels to find your mate? Is this what it is?Â
Did âwe shouldnât be doing thisâ turn into the finding of your other half? Was âwe shouldnât be doing thisâ fateâs way of protecting you from what will happen once you gave in? Or was there ever a âwe shouldnât be doing thisâ strong enough that could have prevented you from doing this?
Whatever it might be, it is too late to think about the what ifs now. The reality is that you and he canât stop climaxing, lost in the most addicting and intense pleasure you and he ever found yourselves in. It is never ending. When he climaxes, you have to too which sets him off again, triggering your need to as well. It is a vicious, never ending, orgasmic cycle.
âThis feels so goodâ, he croaks out, writhing on top of you, âdoes it feel-âÂ
âYes! Yes! Oh god please Kook not again. Kook!â
âKookâ, Jungkook repeats the nickname in a whimper, curling his toes as another orgasm hits him as well. He never thought to hear this name from you again. He canât handle it any other way than filling you with more of him.Â
There is so much of him inside you by now, having no way to escape because of his knot that your body reacts in the only way it knows how to survive. It opens up for his seed to go deeper. It trickles into the deepest parts of your sex organs, warming you from the inside out. It is like he is alive inside you, feeding you with the strongest drug you ever took. You think that you black out for a moment. You are still aware of what is happening to you, but it is hidden behind a thick layer of blurriness.Â
âEhâ, you let out, falling into the darkness gladly. It feels so good to do. There is something because you are aware of your orgasm, but there is also nothing. It is as if you are standing next to your body, watching it shake and tremble as he makes a home inside you.
And then there is nothing. Truly nothing. No more orgasmic pleasure, no more watching yourself. Just darkness.
â___? Hey, ___? Holy fuck, whatâs wrong with you? ___, open your eyes pleaseâ, Jungkookâs distraught voice comes closer and closer, his hand on your face becomes clearer and clearer, âplease ___, open your eyes, please. Oh god, what have I done? I should never have done this. I- Oh god ___ please, Iâm sorry. Wake up, please.â
He shakes your head gently. It brings you back to reality. Your body regains the ability to feel.Â
âJungkookâ, you whimper, opening your eyes. You writhe instantly, throbbing around his knot happily.
â___ hey. Holy fuck, thank god. Heyâ, he says, dropping his forehead against your temple and kissing the side of your face desperately, âIâm so glad that youâre back. I thought that I killed you.â
âNo, just made me black out.âÂ
âWhy? Does it hurt? Are you in lots of pain?âÂ
âNo, just havenât felt so good before. Ever. Kook, Iâ, you suddenly have to whimper your words, âI feel your cum inside my uterus. Itâs so warm and alive andâŚ.right.â
âIt is?â He whimpers as well, feeling weakened in emotion.
You nod your head. Jungkook sobs quietly, using the hold he has on your hand to guide your arm under your body and against your chest. Like this, he rolls your bodies to their sides, instantly cradling you against his chest while his trembling lips kiss any part of you that he can reach.
Your face, your neck, your shoulder, your arm, your back and the bite mark he left, your face again. Over and over he kisses each inch of you, whispering your name every now and then as if he is trying to make sure that he remembers who made him feel like this. As if he is trying to make his brain memorise who it was who made him experience his first knot.
He is still swollen, keeping everything inside you safely. It is still so intense, but suddenly it feels more emotionally intense than physically. Enough time must have passed for the fire to reduce the logs by lot. And all of a sudden you and he donât feel the uncontrollable need to orgasm anymore. You still want to be close, moving your hips in emotionally needy wiggles in hopes of keeping his knot alive for as long as possible, but it is not to chase another orgasm. You want this to last because it feels so safe.Â
âI donât know whatâs happening to me. I donât want this to endâ, Jungkook confesses, holding you protectively.
âMe neither. I feel so safe like this.â
âHoly fuck, ___. What did we do?â he presses out, kissing your cheek over and over again.
âI donât know.â
âI never knotted before. I never felt like this. Holy fuck, ___.âÂ
âWhat is gonna happen to us now?â
âI donât know. All I know is that I canât let you go again. Ever. I donât wanna fucking share you. Never. Iâm trying so hard not to tell you that youâre mine âcause I promised you that this would never happen again.â
âPlease donât.â
âWhat?â
You turn your head, leaning deeper into his embrace. Like this, you feel his racing heart against your shoulder and you are entirely protected in his arms. His knotted cock throbs inside you as your eyes meet. The same playful, gentle boy of the past looks back at you, except that his once boyish features are mature and aged up. A gentle, adoring man stares back at you and you canât seem to find your way out of his galaxy eyes.Â
âPlease donât promise me that this wonât happen again.â You cradle his cheek. âDonât hold back on telling me that Iâm yours.â
âYou donât know what youâre saying. Youâre high from my cum, these arenât your real feelings.â
âWhy shouldnât they be?âÂ
â___, we-â
You put your thumb on his lips.Â
âWe shouldnât have done this, I know. You kept telling me as we kept doing this.âÂ
Jungkook gives up in a sigh, having to chuckle afterwards. You giggle, cupping his cheek again.
âJust the tip. Thatâs what we agreed on. Just the tipâ, he says.
You clench around his knot, touching your bloated stomach. You instantly guide his hand to it, wanting him to feel what he did to you. He purrs deeply, biting down on his lower lip. You grin goofily.
âJust the tip indeed.â
He laughs softly. You snicker and stub his nose with your own.Â
âThis is the messiest and deepest tip I have ever givenâ, he jokes, making you laugh.Â
âOh god, this was funny.â
âMhm, Iâm pretty funnyâ, he says and nuzzles his nose into your neck to tickle you gently.
You squeak and giggle, feeling happy beyond comparison. Jungkook ends his loving attack with kisses to your ear.Â
You sigh, melting into the affection. You and he lace fingers, using the position to melt closer.Â
Your droopy eyes stare into the flames while Jungkook relaxes you with soft kisses all over your neck, shoulder and back.Â
The thunderstorm stopped outside. It is already a little brighter. Fuck, so you were really trapped in this orgasmic state for a few hours. It felt as if so little time passed as it was happening.Â
âWhat is gonna happen now?â you whisper.
âNow? Weâre gonna cuddle and Iâll be kissing you until youâre asleep.â
âI mean after that. Do we have to show Urquard that Iâm claimed?â
âI guess. I havenât thought that far into the future yet. But yes, he will probably want proof that youâre marked.â
âIâm scared. Do I have to get naked in front of him? And his pack? Will he put something in me to get a scent?â
âHe can try if he wants to die.â Jungkook pulls you closer possessively. âYouâre under my protection now. Okay? You wonât have to do anything youâre not comfortable with and Iâll hunt down anyone who dares to overstep your boundaries. Even Urquard and his pack.âÂ
âReally?âÂ
âYes, really. I promise you.â
You close your eyes, spilling tears.
âThank you.âÂ
You never thought it possible to have your dreams fulfilled by Jungkook and yet here you are. You are being held and comforted by Jungkook and it feels like home.Â
âDonât thank me. Youâre mine. My darling ___ to keep safe. You have my body to protect you and my heart to find a home in.âÂ
There is deep rooted honesty in his words, but you are suddenly too sleepy to ask him what he meant by them. There will still be another time. This wasnât just a one time thing after all.
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Yandere! Demon King Headcanons
You have accepted the Demon Kingâs marriage proposal!
I wasn't planning on writing a second part, but some of you gave me ideas and I decided on short headcanons instead. The image of a big, buff, evil Overlord lovingly doing house chores for their human was too tempting.
Content: gender neutral reader, monster romance
[Main Story]
The proposal, as you quickly found out, came as a surprise to everyone. Not even the Kingâs loyal butler knew of such intentions; heâd assumed they were finally going to destroy everything and everyone at once. To him, the dramatic scene of you and his Lord enveloped in flames was anything but a romantic confession. It was your final battle. So one might imagine the poor lizardâs confusion when the Demon King returned with you following behind. âS-sir?â He questioned meekly. The armored creature nodded at his servant. âIt has been done. Weâll plan the wedding upon our arrival home.â The what? His baffled expression mustâve given him away, because the Demon continued: âWhatâre you gawking like that for? Didnât I ask you earlier how humans forge a bond?â The butler stumbled to search for his words, swallowing dryly. âWell y-yes, your MajestyâŚI just didnât expect it to be anything more than curiosity.â
The same speechless reaction repeated itself all the way to the Kingdom. Soldiers, diplomats, other monstrous entities of the unknown Land, they all greeted you in disbelief. So much, in fact, that you began to poke fun at their hesitant response: âI am his mortal enemyâ, youâd announce with a dramatic bow. âSpouse! We talked about this!â the Demon Lord would quickly correct you, flustered.
Truth be told, you're not quite sure what made you accept this ridiculous offer. Perhaps a mixture of intrigue and disillusionment. The city you've dedicated yourself to stood no longer, burnt to a crisp along with its corruption and crookery. In a way, the monster had unshackled you from a responsibility you no longer wanted to bear. And if that wasn't enough to convince you, well, the sight of the Ruler himself kneeling before you certainly sealed the deal.
Although it may take a while for you to accept the idea that your worst adversary had actually been infatuated with you this entire time. Were there even any hints? During your last battle you nearly died. You'd crawled out of an enormous crater on your fours, bones shattered and ligaments torn. When you pointed this out to your groom-to-be, he stared at you in horror. "I had no idea humans were that fragile. I was trying to adjust my strength so as to not do any harm." You could only nod, patting away the sweat beads forming on your forehead. Uh huh. Maybe it's better you didn't experience his full range of attacks.
Ever since the devastating revelation, he's been extra careful when handling you. Sometimes he'll awkwardly hover his large hands above you, with a concentrated frown on his face. "What the hell are you doing?" you ask, eyeing him suspiciously. "I'm trying to be gentle." he'll answer. "You're not even touching me." Fair point, but it's better to be safe than sorry.
The Demon King will often ask you about customs from your world as a way to make you comfortable, just in case you get struck by the occasional homesickness. His Realm is very different from what you're used to, after all. Lamentably, his own years spent in the human world were not too fruitful from a cultural point of view. He was either busy stalking you or devouring the souls of the innocent. Now that he has nothing else to worry about, he will gladly listen and even do his best to actively participate.
You wake up shrouded in thick smoke. Overwhelmed by heavy dĂŠjĂ vu, you rush down the grand stairs, searching for the source of the fire. Are you being attacked? Enemies of the Demon King? You elbow yourself against the kitchen door, similar to when you left your home to find the city ablaze. The Demon Lord turns to face you, visibly overwhelmed and exhausted. You gawk at the scene unfolding before you and remember to close your mouth, mainly out of politeness. "It's too small. I'm afraid I cannot use it", he reveals timidly, holding a human spatula between his fingers to showcase the impractical size difference. You glance at the disastrous attempt behind him and manage to deduce he'd been trying to make breakfast. In an unspoken agreement, he steps back and allows you to take over.
"I'm surprised you let him burn down the kitchen", you mention to the butler once you get a moment to yourself. The scaly servant sighs, and theatrically lifts his clawed hands in hopelessness. "Pointless to argue with him when he's like this, (Y/N). In my entire life serving the Family, I've never witnessed a more stubborn leader." He points to the lavish portraits adorning the walls with a faint smile. "And, to put it frankly, he's obsessed with you. I've never seen him in a more deplorable state. Marrying a human?! The shame, the outrage!â he cries out. âNo offense intended to you, of course. You must understand." You hum in agreement, a tad uncomfortable, yet sympathetic. "M-maybe it'll tone down after the wedding?" you suggest as encouragement. "Oh, no, I suspect it will only get worse", he bemoans in return. Then, he promptly straightens his back and resumes his duties.
You go on your own way, not wanting to burden the lizard in his work. As you cross the hallway, you find the Demon King himself scanning each room, somewhat agitated. He notices you and his features soften. "I was wondering where you'd vanished." You approach him with the words of the butler still ringing in your ears.
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