#this is why gifs even appeared in my mind - i thought it would be cool

[occamstfs]

Man-Candle

Under the guise of a gag-gift Chad gives his bookish friend a candle based on his own b.o. Little does Stephen know, as soon as he lights the wick he sets off to join the jock in sweaty abandon.

Very musk forward Jock TF! Hope you enjoy this story of Stephen's scent-based (new)self-discovery, Best! -Occam

His ears ring with tinnitus as he opens the gift. It’s as if an explosion has gone off as he tries to process the pancake in his hands. Everything in him says to laugh, it’s clearly a gag gift, a Man-Candle? His mouth is dry and all the blood in his head rushes to its other epicenter as Stephen looks up, eyes wide, to the man who by all appearances has given him a candle of his own musk, Chad.

His cocky grin is a perfect likeness of the one on the candle’s label staring up from Stephen’s lap. Chad’s expression grows even smarmier as he winks and raises an arm to smell his pit. Stephen’s face burns red as he sees the clear patch of grey that must have been fermenting all morning, his cock bumps against the package.

Chad’s eyes shoot immediately to the sound and his smirk shifts and an eyebrow’s raised in curiosity, excited that his friend must quite like the gift. Stephen speaks up quickly, lest the two brain cells bouncing around the jock’s skull stumble across any ideas, “What the fuck?” The first volley, bounces off Chad’s steel confidence. The second “what the fuck,” causes an eye narrow as the idea that this may be a misstep finally occurs to him, the third repetition of Stephen’s new mantra apparent gets through through Chad’s thick skull.

The jock’s arm remains raised to scratch his back and Stephen’s cock is more than happy to see the grey patch return and his mind must remain focused on not staring directly at the few pit hairs sneaking above his sleeve. Chad clears his throat awkwardly, “I mean bro… Chicks are always talking about how they love, huh- y’know,” he gestures to the air around him, “my aura. Just thought, you know, uhhh- a dude like you might too?”

The jock braces as he sees Stephen’s eyes narrow as he clearly winds up to somehow lash out. Unfortunately for the twink he takes a deep breath to start and is hit with the full force of the man’s ‘aura,’ it catches him off guard and underneath the package his cock pushes again. Stephen grits his teeth and averts his eyes as he tries to hide his desire, “Chad! Those are people you’re sleeping with! I’m just- This is-” Stephen does everything in his power to quiet his lust as he finishes, “Why would I want this?” 

Chad tongues his cheek and juts his stubbled jaw. Scratching his meaty stomach in thought, Stephen can hear the hairs dragged underneath the jock’s tight shirt. Making up his mind Chad decides to speak on the elephant, or moreover the trunk, in the room. Nodding to the gift poorly hiding Stpehen’s erection, Chad shrugs “I mean bro, seems like you’re enjoying it just fine.” 

“Jesus Christ, fucking straight men!” As unfortunately turned on as Stephen is from the gift and the hunk he has long tried to not be attracted to, at the highlighting of his out of control cock he finds the will to defend his paltry dignity. Though instead of speaking up as his mind is not running on all cylinders, his hands instead reach for anything not breakable to hurl at the man still smirking.

Pillows fly at the man as he continues to try and explain his thoughts, “Yo bro! Watch it-” he grabs one to use as a shield against the continued volley, “I mean I can take it back if you want!” Stephen’s dreams of salvaging dignity perhaps fall to the wayside as this remark causes the hardest throw yet. Chad smirks behind the pillow and finally gets to the door, “Whatever dude! I’ll see ya later! Once you’ve cooled off a bit-” 

Chad stands behind the closed door with a shit-eating grin on his face, straight men huh. Awfully dismissive of the bi jock’s identity but whatever. He listens to Stephen huff and unbox the candle through the wall, unaware that the real gift is to come when he finally lights that bad boy up. Whenever the pair get drunk enough it always devolves into Stephen wishing he’d hit the gym more and Chad begging for his friend to join him. He’d love nothing more than a gym bro he can fuck, and soon enough, unless Stephen has the strength to nip his blue balls in the bud, both wishes are to be granted.

It does not take long for already riled-up Stephen to give in to his curious urges. As soon as the scent of Chad in the air dissipates and he hears the front door of his apartment close, the countdown begins. Stephen stares at the obnoxiously smug photo of Chad on the candle and narrows his eyes, “I mean surely it’s a bit? It can’t actually smell like him specifically? Seems hm, expensive to do.” 

He bites his lip as he shakily goes to remove the lid, driven by a mind less than conscious and more than hungry. Mouth on the precipice of watering, as soon as the seal is cracked the scent washes over him like a tidal wave. Somehow more powerful, more alluring than the real thing. Rich and grimy, and indisputably the essence of Chad distilled into waxen form.

His eyes are glazed over and his mouth is now pooling with drool. It's anyone’s guess as to how the candle gets lit, but so it does. Stephen falls back onto the couch as his hands struggle to free his cock quick enough from pants that force it down at an awkward angle. It finally bounces free, flinging more pre than he’s ever produced upward. Droplets land just shy of his own face as his mouth falls wantonly open and his hands begin their gleeful work.

The creation of Eau De Chad was not light work, the boiling down of man into a single candle is quite the ask. Perhaps even more so than the transformative magic that it is to instill in Stephen. Within the candle are notes from every musky epicenter of Chad’s being, more than powerful enough to distract Stephen as he begins his journey into a musky jock’s shoes himself.

Foremost of the mind-numbing notes that the lost man is bathing himself in is perhaps the one he’s smelled the least. As strong as in his jock after a workout, sweaty pubes and dripping pre. The medley of scents from Chad’s crotch is so powerful that even without clearly even knowing the source it’s on the tip of Stephen’s tongue, much like he would dream to have on his tongue in reality.

Each breath pulling him deeper than the last, Stephen continues to paw at his cock now free to the open, musky air. With each kneading thrust his hands struggle to encompass his dick as it begins to change. Years of pushing down primal desires for his friend, the Adonis, evaporate into the air as he pictures himself working Chad’s cock. Breathing and licking the heady swear straight from the source.

He imagines working the larger man’s spit-covered cock and with each new image in his mind his own beast begins to reform. Dripping more pre than he’s produced in his life up to this point, his hips thrust into wanting hands as his dick thickens and spears high into the air. Lengthening to press against his sternum, veins bulge and criss-cross across its length as its head regrows a foreskin he never had the chance to enjoy.

When his smaller hands, unable to truly satisfy or encompass his new rod, shift down to try and cup balls bulging larger and pumping him full of masculinity, he hears them scratch against the new jungle of growing pubes. Though the jock tries to keep his chest relatively hairless, under the belt hair growth is wild enough to more than make up for it, and as Stephen begins changing into his new musky lover, he seems to be of the same persuasion.

The candle wick flickers as a new scent begins to rise in prominence. This one Stephen recognizes all too well, though usually poorly masked under cheap deodorant, the scent of Chad’s pits could never be truly hidden. His mouth waters as the scent washes through him and his whole body contorts in pleasure. When his own pits begin to itch he gasps and for the first time opens his eyes to find an impossibly large cock hanging over his thin thighs. His mouth quivers into a smile as the line between dream and reality shifts muddy.

For now though, for the pit fiend there is only one thing to do. He raises his arm and gasps as he sees his few pit hairs lengthening, while in between each one a few darker curls make themselves at home. Stephen forces his head into the sweaty spot and hungrily sniffs. Nose tickled by the growing jungle he moans as he encounters his own changing scent, currently overcoming his own, usually superfluous, deodorant it is but a pale imitation of Chad’s. Though it races to be something equivalent, no, greater. 

He continues taking deep breaths, switching between the candle burning strong and his own pit as his musk continues to heighten and shift. With each needy sniff it becomes clear that his odor is not the only part of him shifting. Previously undeveloped arms cramp as muscle begins to pile on. Veins pulse down their center as biceps that have scarcely known strain burn as muscle fibers break and reform to create an impressive peak.

Stephven’s face suddenly contracts into a smirk that he never quite understood before now as his arms force themselves into a pose. Flexing and exposing his newly hairy pits in what he now knows as a front lat spread, he almost laughs as his heady powerful musk begins to overpower the scent burning off the candle. 

Having not actually left the apartment, Chad puts an ear to the door as Stephven’s laughter and moans rise in volume and deepen in tone. He creaks open the door and is almost physically hit with the wave of musk as it pours out like a fog from Steven’s bedroom. His own brand mixing with the steam of sweat seeping from his new bros pits is almost more than he can handle. With every step his mind strains to not just give into his own hunger to pounce on his half-formed bro sitting in the chair. 

Hearing Steven’s socks fray and tear as a subtle note of foot funk rises to the top of the candle. Seeing his new partner’s legs fill his young-professional pants to their limit, bulging thighs pushing at and swiftly bursting the strained seams. Chad bites his lip almost to the point of drawing blood as he feels his own thighs cramp. He doesn’t know if he’s somehow growing as his new gym bro continues to edge larger or if he’s simply overwhelmed, if his own mind is too clouded from the hunger and musk.

Chad shambles towards Steven, mouth falling open as he sees the shimmering sweaty traps that have torn his shirt open. His eyes can’t look away from the newly heavy pecs that hang over his defined abs, he fights the urge to lean down and lap at the muscle as Steven delights in bouncing them. Sending cascading shadows across his sweaty core, and gaining more mass with every dancing flex.

 Instead, Chad leans in close to Steven’s delirium painted face. “Looks like ya liked my gift after all, huh Steve?” His breath mists across Steve’s face. Its heavy humidity barely overcomes the sweaty atmosphere but the sharp mint and undercurrent of musty breath underneath call to his nose like smelling salts. 

His jaw cracks and widens as the changes that have overtaken him finally begin their work on the final frontier. Unable to control himself Chad licks the man’s face as it prickles with stubble. Steve’s nose breaks then reforms, his brows thicken and cast a shadow over his eyes as they lose both their color and clarity. Deepening to brown as their default state becomes glazed and thoughtless.

Feeling Chad’s sticky tongue drag on his cheek, it’s like he was struck by lightning. Every new bulging muscle in Steve’s body flexes at once and he stands to his new height, able to make direct eye contact with the man staring at him, just inches away.

Steve tackles him onto the bed, knocking over the candle and sending wax flying through the air. The pair are sparingly coated in the Chad scented candle as they begin heavily exploring Steve’s new form. As their mouths that have always been left wanting find new delight, whatever shreds of the old Stephen that are left begin to vacate.

The anxieties and priorities of a small meek man who never let his id loose disappear as he positions himself over Chad. He bites his bro’s lip and thrusts downward as he pins the massive man’s hands above his head. Masked by the pleasure of true release, he doesn’t care as his old self washes away. Memories evaporate like the sweat pouring off his form. He delights in maneuvering across Chad’s form and enjoying his musk from the source.

His tongue dances across sweaty pecs that match his own as his collection of classics on a bookshelf disappear to be replaced by free weights. Steve’s nose finally shoves its way into Chad’s pits as his extensive collection of hygiene and beauty products down the hall clatter to the floor and disappear as they’re replaced by a single bar of clinical deodorant only used for special occasions. Sleeves fall off his wardrobe of cardigans and button ups as sweat stains yellow every garment. The tops throw themselves from hangers while musty shorts and jockstraps heap into a pile on the floor.

Sweat drips from his brow as with each thrust into Chad his mind gives up the ghost. Each impossible wave of pleasure erodes his old self, each drop of sweat an idea gone, each rivulet of pre dripping down his veiny cock a sign of his intelligence drained to increase the muscle mass of his new form. After all besides pleasure nothing matters to him nearly as much as his fucking hot bod.

He feels his balls pulse as every remaining aspect of Stephen’s self shoots down and is quickly converted. His eyes roll back as he cums the few specks of self remaining in a massive load onto Chad’s sweaty abs. After a few moments of total mindlessness from the jubilee of release, Steve awakens to find himself atop his bro and simply laughs, “Huhuh woah dude that’s a fuckin’ fat load huh?” He scratches at his hairy chest and grimaces as he imagines how that’s going to hide his gains.

Seeing the thoughts on his face as the two are evermore on the same wavelength Chad pauses rubbing Steve’s cum onto his abs and offers, “Lookin’ a little rough there bro, wanna go top up and then hit the gym?” Steve smirks as his bro basically reads his mind, “Yoooo totally let’s hit it!” He punches down into his bro as he stands, smirking as he watches Chad’s cock bounce before sprinting into the restroom and prepping to get pumped.

The gym starts to clear out as the pair arrive, judging by the musk already following in their wake no one dares risk having to smell what it’s like once they actually start going. Stopping in the locker room the pair stop publicly groping and sniffing each other long enough to take a pre-workout photo, tongues out as ever. When they see some poor soul who didn’t escape the gym quick enough covering his nose they eye each other up.

“Yo dude, looks like lil’ bro over there’s gotta problem with your stink.” Steve performatively sniffs his pit and shakes his head, “Nahnah bro. It’s definitely yours, check it.” They continue to talk up eachothers musk while the young man can’t help but sit there, stunned into silence. With each new statement the pair swagger closer until their sweat may as well be dripping on the man.

Gasping as he regains awareness just as the pair are almost standing over him, the sharp intake fills his lungs with their musk as a smile creeps over his face. “Looks like lil bro’s likin’ it after all Chad.” Throwing a sweaty arm over his bro, the man who can scarcely recall that his bro hasn’t always been like this laughs, “Huhuh, well obviously bro, no shot anyone’ll be able to resist us soon.” The pair help the hazy man up and begin ushering him through the ropes, eager to have another musky jock in their image and excited to see how far their little group will grow.

[obsessedwithceleste]

Why Couldn’t It’ve Been Minigolf

Theodore Nott x reader

Based on this request 🫶🏽 inspired by this vid

Summary: modern! au, your boyfriend is working at a haunted house, but you’d prefer to be literally anywhere else at the carnival.

word count: 1.9k

©️ obsessedwithceleste. all works posted here belong to me and should not be reposted or copied in any way or form.

The cool autumn air sends a shiver down your spine as you tug your jacket closer, goosebumps beginning to appear as you and your friends push your way through the crowded lanes of the fair. Your boyfriend was here somewhere, allegedly, volunteering and you and your friends had thought you’d come surprise him. The only issue now was where to find him.

“I’m starving, let’s stop at the food trucks,” Pansy decides, dragging your group towards the rows of colorful trucks offering just about every kind of carnival food imaginable.

It could all be rather suffocating really. When it came to the autumn carnival, your town spared no expense. From the glowing neon signs hanging from every stall to the aisles of carnival games that seemed to stretch on forever, it was really the place to be. Even now as Mattheo pulls you in line for his favorite booth you’re overwhelmed with all the smells. The popcorn, the melted caramel, the deep fried corn dogs, pumpkin spice.

“Want some? If you don’t have any now there’ll be none left after Theo gets his hands on it,” Mattheo says, offering you his opened bag of kettle corn.

“Oh my god, I’m honored. The last time Blaise tried to steal some of your kettle corn you damn near bit his hand off,” you joke, graciously accepting a handful of the sugar coated treat.

Once everyone is situated with their food, you continue your way through the crowds, eyes scanning the different faces for your boyfriend.

"Think he could be over at the petting zoo?" Daphne asks, gesturing to the sectioned off area of the fair where a variety of goats, sheep, even an alpaca are roaming about as kids try offering them pieces of hay that they'd picked up off the ground.

"You're only suggesting we go over there because you want to see the ponies," Pansy laughs, taking a bite of her corn dog.

"Uh yeah, who wouldn't want to see the ponies?" Daphne retorts.

Pansy raises her hand.

"C'mon, I'll go with you, we can catch up with the rest in a bit," Enzo offers, stepping between the two bickering girls, the rest of you watching in amusement.

Daphne graciously takes Enzo's arm, turning to stick her tongue out teasingly at Pans before the two disappear through the crowds.

"Alright, where do we actually think Theodore could be hiding out?" Pansy asks, turning to you. "I'd like to actually enjoy the carnival a bit outside of hunting down Theo."

Fair enough.

"Well, we haven't checked the corn maze, glow-in-the-dark minigolf, I think there are bumper carts around here somewhere," you list off, checking off each attraction on your fingers.

"The haunted house," Mattheo adds.

You feel yourself deflate at the mention of the haunted house. You'd really been hoping they'd forget about it, but of course it would be top of Matt's mind, he loved that type of thing.

"Alright well, I'm not navigating through farmer's purgatory with you lot, even if it's to find Theo, so you can take the corn maze off the list," Draco declares.

Not that anyone was really going to complain about that.

“I personally think we should go to the haunted house first,” Mattheo says, continuing to chow down on his kettle corn, pieces spewing from his mouth as he speaks.

You recoil away from the boy.

“Of course you would want to go there first,” you sigh, lip curling at the thought.

You’d never understood the appeal of having the shit scared out of you on purpose. Haunted houses, horror movies had never been entirely your cup of tea, but you always seemed to be dragged along by your friends.

“Alternatively, you guys can go search the haunted house, Blaise and I will go check out the bumper cars,” Draco interjects, looking rather weezy at the idea of the haunted house.

He’d never had much of a stomach for all the horror thrills either.

“Coward,” Pansy mutters under a poorly executed, feigned cough.

Draco makes a face at the girl.

“Let him go Pans, wouldn’t want him to wet his pants again would we?” Matt jeers. You give him a sharp jab with your elbow. “Ow!” Mattheo frowns at you, rubbing his side.

“Be nice.”

“I was seven,” Draco grumbles as he turns to slink off.

“Oh look what you’ve done, now he’s upset,” you sigh, glaring at your curly haired friend.

Mattheo just shrugs, looking completely unbothered as he tosses another handful of popcorn into his mouth.

“Fine, whatever, now that you two have managed to run everyone else off, we might as well get the haunted house over and done with,” you say with exasperation when the other two remain completely unfazed.

Sometimes you thought those two really deserved each other.

The three of you make your way towards the haunted house attraction and you ruefully eye the minigolf course as your little group bustles by. Maybe it wasn't too late to convince your friends to go there instead.

Tragically for you however, Mattheo and Pansy manage to drag you to the queue of the haunted house before you're able to get a word in edgewise.

Standing in line, you feel your palms begin to sweat already, the nerves really beginning to settle in. The line is going much too fast for your liking, you haven't gotten the proper chance to emotionally prepare yourself as your feet shuffle forward. It's not until the skeletons at the entrance jump out at you and you feel yourself jolt back into Pansy that you're sure this is a horrible idea.

"Come on now, don't back out on us now," Mattheo laughs, prodding you forward. "I heard they made it even scarier than last year," he says giddily.

Why were you friends with this lunatic?

“Sign here,” one of the attendants orders gruffly, directing your eyes to a slip of paper sitting on the counter in front of you.

Against your better judgment, you scribble your name in the dotted line, not even bothering to read whatever the hell you had just signed.

“Relax, it’s just saying you won’t sue if you get scared and trip and fall or something. It shouldn’t even be that bad. The actors can’t touch you or anything,” Pansy says, trying to reassure you as you’re ushered through the next door. It doesn’t work.

It’s not long before the regret sinks in. It’s rather immediate actually. Instant regret.

It’s dark and cold and the first room is covered in bones, fake blood, the works. Strobe lights flash, disorienting you until you can’t tell the mannequins from the live actors and you can feel yourself begin to shake as you’re not sure what’s about to jump out at you next.

With each room, you draw closer and closer to Pansy until you’re finally grabbing at her arm, your grip so tight it leaves indents on her pale skin.

“Hey, it’s okay,” she laughs. “Look. You can clearly see where that actor’s mask was supposed to be tucked into their shirt. Amateur,” she snorts, pointing at the guy with a spinning chainsaw that had been practically breathing down your neck a moment earlier.

Your friend was a psychopath, you decided then and there.

As you continue on through the trenches, you find yourself jumping and screeching at every turn while Pansy and Mattheo look as if they’re just taking a friendly stroll through the park. You swear you even see one of the scare actors jump a little when Mattheo yells back at them, his eyes crossing and tongue hanging out of his mouth. And then your soul immediately leaves your body once more as you realize a murderous clown had snuck up on you while you were distracted.

It could not be too soon when you finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. The light being the exit sign of course.

As you make your way towards it, you’re about to breathe a sigh of relief when you see movement out of the corner of your eye. It all happens so fast. One moment you think you’re finally free, the next you watch in horrified fascination as a scare actor charges toward you, dipping into a swooping, slide that stops just short of your feet before smoothly standing back up, letting out an ear piercing scream just inches away from your face.

They’re screaming, you’re screaming, you can’t tell where your scream starts and their scream ends, and Mattheo is standing to the side laughing his ass off.

At this point you’re practically using Pansy as a human shield when the scare actor suddenly stops and peaks over Pansy’s shoulder at you. It’s hard to tell in the dark, but you would know that mischievous smirk anywhere.

“I’m going to kill you!” You screech, lunging at your boyfriend.

Theo and Matt are both laughing now as Pansy catches you just in time, holding you back as you try and grab at Theo.

“Easy there, you can give him a piece of your mind later,” she says, trying to keep things somewhat under control.

But you were having none of it. These two assholes, Theo and Matt that is, had been plotting against you this entire time. Mattheo sharing his popcorn had probably just been a way to lull you into a false sense of security. You glare at the pair who now at least have the decency to collect themselves as you shove past them.

“I knew we should have just gone to the minigolf course,” you mutter as you sulk out of the haunted house, trying to look as pathetic as possible in hopes of making Theo and Matt feel particularly guilty.

It doesn’t work on Mattheo who happily follows you outside, but you can tell by the way Theo’s eyes are glued to you, lips turned ever so slightly into a pout that you have that boy wrapped around your finger.

It had only gotten colder, the sun just dipping below the horizon when Theo finally catches up with the rest of you. You can still see remnants of his white face paint stained across his face as he wraps his arms around you.

"You didn't tell me you were volunteering as a scare actor," you accuse as your arms snake around your boyfriend. “Think that information would’ve been nice to have ya asshole.”

"We were just joking with you, I didn't think you'd actually be that terrified," Theo replies, placing a soft kiss to the top of your head.

"You know how I feel about haunted houses," you try to protest.

"I know, I know, I'm sorry carissima. Let me make it up to you?"

“Mmm I can think of a couple ways you could do that,” you reply, a grin slowly spreading across your face as you look up at your boyfriend.

“Hey! Are we playing minigolf or what?” Mattheo calls out, tossing Theo one of the dinky little clubs which he catches with ease.

“Watch your back Riddle, I’m not done with you,” you respond, grabbing your own club and plucking one of the glowing golf balls off the rack. “You’re not gonna know what hit you.”

You see Mattheo gulp as you brush past him to join Pansy.

“They’re talking figuratively right mate? They wouldn’t actually hit me with a golf club,” you hear him mutter to Theo.

Your boyfriend just laughs.

“You’re on your own for this one Matt, I’d like to keep my head thanks.”

I do so love a good out of season prompt🤭

[misctf]

I love your VR drone tf so much. Being transformed and controled by the hive mind is just so hot!

A sequel to Careful with VR (hypnosis, muscle growth). Glad you liked it! I have a few asks to still get through, but slowly working on them!

“I ain’t gay.” Joey whispers to himself, “Jus’ curious.” He continues, staring closely at the VR headset, “Fuckin’ Derek.” He grumbles, his words garnished with his typical southern accent, “Nobody’ll find out.” He reassures himself.

He was taken aback when Derek came out as gay. In hindsight, there were signs. Even Joey couldn’t help but admit that his buddy was attractive- he should’ve had no issues hooking up with some sorority bimbo at all the frat mixers. But he always brushed them off, never really trying with women.

“You better not be pullin’ my leg.” He thinks, placing the wrist and ankle cuffs on, “Gosh darn, this feels gay already.” Joey holds up what looks like a waist-trainer and chuckles, “Paid all this for Hive X and this is the best they got.”

It was only a few days prior when his buddy came out and Joey couldn’t seem to comprehend it. He berated him with questions, “are you sure?” and “why would you fuck around with men? Haven’t you ever squeezed a pair of tits?” And they kept coming. Derek was never the type to get angry, but Joey could tell his questioning was bothering him.

“Trust me,” Derek finally said, “men are 1000 times better at sucking dick than chicks. And don’t even get me started on the male G spot.”

Joey couldn’t believe that- the very thought of letting some guy wrap his mouth around his dick... it felt wrong. He didn’t even want to get started on anal. But as he sat in his room, thinking more on Derek’s words, he grew more curious. Derek wasn’t gonna suck him off, and the idea of letting some actual guy in real life do it felt wrong. But it kept nagging at him.

“Can’t believe they got it here so quick.” Joey picked up the headset, “Only two hours after I ordered it. Talk about efficiency.”

If he felt put off by the real deal, he figured a VR experience would suffice. Besides, once he proved it to himself, he’d know Derek was full of shit. And with a smirk, he entered the world of Hive X. It was strange- Joey realized that the cold air of his apartment no longer bothered him. Instead, he was greeted by the warmth of a fireplace.  

“Oh god.” He quickly went to cover his junk, realizing he was naked, “Seriously?” He looked around and sighed, “Guess ain’t nobody around, besides...” He let his arms rest at his sides, “Sure they’ll appreciate the show.”

He wandered down a lengthy hallway, walking past various numbered rooms. There was no indication of anything that went on behind those doors- he was just glad he hadn’t bumped into anyone yet.

“Welcome to Hive X.” Joey jumped and turned to see a normal looking, fully dressed man standing behind him, “You appear lost. I am NPC 202. I am programmed to assist guests find their desired location.”

“I ain’t lookin’ for anything special.” Joey replied, “Just gotta prove to my gay friend that men don’t know how to treat another man right.” NPC 202 cocked his head, “Jesus, I’m sayin’ gays...”

“On assessment of user preferences and subconscious, I’ve determined your ideal experience and NPC.” NPC 202 replied, “Please follow me to room 506.”

“Subconscious?” Joey raised an eyebrow, “And what...” But the NPC was already walking off, “Ain’t nothin’ in my subconscious” He reassured himself, before following behind his guide.

“Please enjoy.” NPC 202 says, standing outside room 506.  

Joey nods, his heart pounding in his chest. Was he really about to do this? Was he really going to let some guy suck him off? He could feel his dick getting hard at the thought, part of him feeling ashamed at his response. But with a heavy sigh, he entered the room. He nearly jumped when the door closed behind him, but he tried to keep his cool. The room was nothing special- it looked like a typical hotel room. But then he heard it- the lumbering footsteps.

“So you’re the guy.” Joey’s eyes widened when the NPC made its appearance, “I’m NPC 719.”

Its voice was gruff and commanding. It was taller than Joey, and far bulkier. A mat of body hair covered its chest and abdomen- its beard framing its face. Its eyes were dull, drinking in the sight of the leaner, toned man in front of it.

“You don’t think a man can make another man cum, right?” It approached Joey, and Joey could only stare, “You wanted to prove that to your friend, right?”

“Yessir.” Joey whispered as NPC 719 pressed him against the door, its musk invading Joey’s nostrils, his dick now stirring even more, growing harder.

“You’re in the right place.”

It happened quickly- the man picked Joey up and threw him onto the bed. Joey’s eyes widened as the NPC’s mouth wrapped around his cock. It was aggressive, and Joey couldn’t help but moan as his dick throbbed with pleasure. Joey’s mind was in shambles- he never... he never felt this good. There was no comparison. The sensation around his dick was so intense, his eyes rolling back in his head. And this went on and on... and on some more.

“Pl-please...” Joey gasped, his balls aching, “I need to...”

“This NPC and room are designed for edging only.” NPC 719’s voice was monotone now, “This was determined to meet your needs.”

“But I....” Joey couldn’t finish- another moan escaped his lips as NPC 719 continued to suck him off.

And in the intensity of his pleasure, Joey could feel his legs being pushed up over his head. His eyes widened as he watched NPC 719 line its massive cock up with his virgin hole. Part of him wanted to say no. To resist. But another part of him... another part of him wanted this. He wanted to feel what Derek meant by the male G spot...

“Oh fuck....” He gasped as NPC 719 entered him, its hips rhythmically moving, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through him, “Oh god... fuck... please...” He never felt this way- this stimulated. Yet he couldn’t cum. His balls ached bad now, his cock throbbing desperately.

“Conclude experience or initiate NPC trial period.” NPC 719 said, while still pounding Joey’s ass, “This will allow user to experience climax and additional unlimited NPC sessions.”   

Joey could barely process the words or understand what they meant. But he did know that it sounded like whatever this trial period was would let him finally release. He needed this. He needed to feel release. Fuck it- didn’t matter if Derek was right...

“Trial period.... oh god please....” He moaned.

NPC 719 stopped and Joey looked up at it with needy, desperate eyes. Before he could ask why it stopped, he felt a searing pain in his arms and legs. He grabbed at them to no avail, writhing as his body was slowly digitized. But what scared him even more was the apparent changes. As the digitization process moved along his arms, he watched as they lost their muscle- becoming slender and more feminine. His abs becoming smooth, his pecs deflating.

“No please... I didn’t!” He grabbed at his neck- his voice. Gone was his southern twang- his voice higher, desperate, and slutty, “Oh god I don’t....”

He moaned again as pain exploded from his backside as his ass expanded- inflating into an irresistible bubble butt- perfect for squeezing and fucking. NPC 719 grabbed a fistful of his new ass and grins, watching as his body hair and facial hair vanish- Joey’s face and lips shifting into that of a pouty, desperate slut.

“Initiating directives.”

Joey’s jaw goes slack and eyes dim as the mainframe connects to his mind. Memories are sifted through and repressed. His repressed homosexual desires unleashed. His pleasure receptors enhanced to mind numbing degrees. Joey can feel his name vanish from his mind, replaced with his new designation- NPC 904. His directives clear. His ass was to be used by visitors to Hive X. He would serve them obediently and in doing so would be allowed to cum. Any sense of resistance or fear being overcome by devout obedience and pride in his servitude.

“I am NPC 904.” It said, “Serving is pleasure. Being used is pleasure. I am loyal to the Hive.” It continued.

NPC 719 watched as NPC 904 was led away, a wave of pleasure from the Hive rewarding NPC 719 for a successful acquisition. Meanwhile, NPC 904 was led into its new room, the warm water from the shower caressing its sensitive body. It grew familiar with itself, squeezing its juicy ass, teasing a sensitive nipple. It couldn’t wait to meet the first guy who entered. And luckily for NPC 904, it wouldn’t be waiting too long.

[nightingale-prompts]

Batboy admits the Truth

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(Remember when this was cute and fun)

It was a tense reunion. Batman sensed it and left Nightwing to handle it.

Nightwing was of course not happy. He was downright pissed actually.

"Danny Nightingale-Grayson! Running away again?! After last time?!" Dick was about to go on a long lecture when Danny interrupted.

"I'm sorry."

"You should be sorry! I was so worried!" Dick scowled as he tried to calm down.

"I know. I was just scared. You deserve an answer. A good one. I've never had to explain all of this so please just listen." Danny hoped that this was a good idea.

Dick huffed but this was the start that he wanted.

"I'm dead. Undead at least." Danny began.

"What do you mean? Like a zombie or…like Jason?" Dick asked.

"I don't really know. Jason is like me but I'm not like him. I'm more dead than him I guess." Danny didn't know how to nail that down, revenants are their own things. Several rungs down from where Danny was.

"And how did that happen?" Dick asked gently.

"It was an accident. I was just cleaning my family's lab. The portal wasn't working and I just wanted to take a look. I thought if it finally worked they would spend more time with us. But it turned on with me in it. I didn't learn until recently that a portal to the other side required a sacrifice and that was me. I made for a perfect sacrifice at that, children make for best ones." Danny tried to make a joke but it fell flat.

Dick saw stunned into silence. All this time…Danny you-" Dick was appalled that the same people who hated him for who he was were the same people whose negligence that caused him to be this way.

"Its fine though. They didn't mean for this to happen and I should have known better then to mess with the portal." Danny said defensively.

Despite everything he still cared about his parents at least a little bit.

"That is not fine Danny. You aren't fine Danny. They made you feel like you were not human." Dick said exasperated.

Danny shook his head his face contorted.

"Dick…I'm not human." He said simply. It was plain as day "I thought you understood that. I haven't been just human in a long time. When I had wings did you believe I was human?"

"That is not what I meant. You know that. I just-"Dick didn't know what he was doing. "I'm sorry. Continue."

"I got to play hero for a while. It was exhausting but I liked it. I defended the town from all sorts of ghosts. Then i learned why they were running from their home. All the while a monster like me appeared and he…" Dark Danny's memories flooded his mind. He wasn't a ghost or a human in Danny's mind. Monster was the only thought that came to him.

Dan had haunted him since. He would always be a version of Danny that's possible even if the Nasty Burger incident doesn't happen. All it takes is for Danny to suffer another loss. It almost happened again when his parents caught him.

"I learned a lot from that experience. More then that I earned a title that made me important to the other ghosts. They are actually really cool. But when I got home my parents told me that their real son was dead and I was just a ghost in his body. They called me a murderous monster and then they…cut me open." Danny took a deep breath. His throat felt tight as he held back tears. "I…ran. I escaped and lived with the ghosts."

Danny still remembered sobbing into Clockwork's arms while covered in blood.

"I saw a potential future where this happens but I had hoped it would not come to pass." He said holding Danny in his arms.

The problem with ghosts is while they can heal quickly they are damaged by mental pain far more. Danny healed slowly from his wounds and the scars remained.

Clockwork had taught Danny shifting to help improve the boy's mental flexibility and get heal in a better head space. He knew he had to ask Nocturne to take Danny's mind and spare him from further pain when he was kidnapped. Perhaps it was foolish but the event was going to happen regardless.

Dick took in this information as best as he could but it still made him irate. Danny had been through so much but he never let that mask slip until now. He still chose Dick to be his guardian even while he battled his fears of abandonment. Even after being betrayed by people he only wanted to love him.

Dick put a hand on Danny's cheek. The teen looked at him with the pain of a child left all alone. Danny, touched starved, leaned into Dick's hand.

"Danny, I'm so sorry they did that to you. You deserve so much better. I don't care what you are, you're my son." Dick said softly.

Danny's face twisted.

Son.

He wasn't fond of that word. Bring someone's son never meant much. No, when he had a sister who filled the role of his caretaker. Danny never needed a mom or dad before so the words felt hollow, like placeholders.

But Danny didn't say anything. He just wanted this internal fight to be over.

"Can we just go home?" Danny sighed.

"Yeah, sure kiddo." Dick reassured, "Do you want to go to Batburger on the way?"

"Yeah, can I get jokerized fries?" Danny immediately perked up at the sound of his favorite fast food.

"I think they don't sell those anymore." Dick tried to sound casual because no one had actually told Danny that the Joker was dead just missing.

Well everyone believed that he was missing. It was best not to tell the public that the one of the Bats actually committed murder. Thankfully no one is going to care if Joker doesn't commit another crime spree and won't ask too many questions. Honestly, Duke and Jason are having a fantastic time.

"Really? Why?" Danny asked tilting his head kind of like a puppy.

"….no idea." He shrugged.

(Now back to the regularly scheduled fluff, i swear.)

[yetrop]

Good Omens is autistic—here’s why!

First off, there’s the angelic/demonic nature of the protagonists

They’re trying to blend in with humanity, but have to pick things up as they go along

Because of this, the way they interact with and view people is different from the expected norm

Which also means they're often confused by human customs and find it difficult to read social cues (think Aziraphale asking Maggie if she actually thinks she isn’t crying later on in this scene)

Crowley has to hide his eyes, a part of his identity, from everyone except Aziraphale and the other demons for fear of seeming different/threatening/not human (masking in the most literal sense of the word)

Muriel is concerned with acting and speaking “correctly” to be seen as human

Even though both main characters don’t fit in with humanity because of their angelic/demonic nature, they also don’t fit in with their respective sides, who view them both as strange and don’t understand them. The only place they find acceptance/belonging is with each other. If that isn’t a neurodivergent (and very queer) storyline, I don’t know what is.

Next up, there’s Aziraphale as a whole

The way he stims

Loves routine, dislikes change

Gets uncomfortable when he has to break rules/disrupt order

Taking things literally— “You can’t drive my Bentley.” “I can— I have a license!” (also, this scene is another example of his insistence on order and rules— he insisted on getting a license before they were even legally required)

Paces back and forth talking to himself, planning out what he’s going to say before a conversation (scripting)

The way he suppresses stimming around Heaven by clasping hands behind back, feels uncomfortable and overstimulated there

Bookshop is super cluttered, he has an organizational system that is comprehensible to basically exclusively him

Clumsy, often sucks at motor coordination

Easily startled

He loves alone time, especially when he’s in his own space— he does everything he can to keep customers away from his bookshop

Attaches a lot of sentimental value to inanimate objects (“I’ve kept this in tip-top condition for over 180 years!”)

Incredibly passionate about his interests, especially magic and books

Black and white thinking and rigid morality— He loves and trusts Crowley more than the other angels, but still has tendency to categorize Heaven, Hell, angels and demons as exclusively good or bad (“of course you didn’t go back to Hell— you’re the bad guys!”)

Crowley’s definitely got something neurodivergent going on too (leaning towards ADHD, but potentially AuDHD)

The way he sits in chairs

Hell, (…or Heaven, whatever…) even just the “ducks!” moment alone is enough to show that that his mind jumps around a lot to unexpected loose threads rather than focusing on the subject at hand

Impulsivity

Creative and has a vivid inner world. As pointed out by God Herself, he has what the other demons don’t— an imagination

Craves novelty, frequently changes appearance

Stimming starmaker

This one is from the book, but it’s too good not to point out: the way he idolizes characters like Bond and copies his behaviors off of what he thinks a cool human would do. He has a new computer because it’s “the sort of thing Crowley felt that the sort of human he tried to be would have” (pg 239)

His understanding of how humans fall in love is based on a Richard Curtis film he’s seen

His insistence on asking questions when things don’t make sense to him, knowing why things are the way they are rather than blindly accepting them

And of course, there’s the themes of the story

Black and white thinking vs shades of grey

Breaking away from a world that doesn’t accept you to find love, belonging, and safety

And, as demonstrated time and time again by our two protagonists: intelligence isn’t synonymous with interpersonal skills (…or common sense.)

Thanks for reading all of that! This isn’t the kind of post I normally make, but I have so many thoughts about this that have been on my mind for almost two years now, so I decided to share them.

While there are of course a lot of plot-related reasons for why they behave the way that they do and many of the traits I brushed on could be explained by other factors, I still find it interesting to explore it through a neurodivergent lens. I also think the existence of angels with physical disabilities (like Saraqueal) adds credibility to the idea that other types of disabilities or neurodivergence is at the very least possible for angels and demons in this universe.

Feel free to point out anything I forgot to include (which I have no doubt is a lot) and let me know your own thoughts in the comments or tags— I’d love to hear them!

[inseobts]

Sketching Another Life

sabo x gn!reader

you keep sketching sabo even though he died in front of you years ago. but what happens when he appears again?

a/n: omg finally got the chance to post this akdjsj it was in my draft for months and months lmao

words count: 2.9k

tags: doesn’t follow the anime canon events, childhood friends, protective luffy

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

Luffy doesn’t hesitate when he sees Sabo again.

The moment his big brother stands before him, alive, real, breathing—he hugs him.

It’s not even a conscious thought. His body just moves, arms wrapping tightly around Sabo’s torso, pressing his forehead against his coat. He squeezes his eyes shut, because damn it, Sabo was supposed to be dead.

Sabo stiffens for only a second before his arms return the embrace just as fiercely “Luffy…” His voice is hoarse.

Luffy grips the back of Sabo’s coat tighter “You idiot,” he mutters “You—you were gone.”

“I know,” Sabo whispers, and there’s so much regret in those two words that it makes Luffy’s chest ache.

It takes a long time before Luffy finally pulls away. His eyes scan Sabo’s face, as if memorizing every inch of him. He’s older now, different, but still Sabo.

And then Sabo asks the question Luffy knew was coming.

“…What about y/n?”

Luffy’s stomach drops.

He knew Sabo would ask. He knew the moment his brother remembered everything, he’d remember you too.

Because how could he not?

You weren’t just a part of their childhood—you were one of them. The fourth member of ASL. The one who always trailed after them with a sketchbook tucked under your arm, the one who kept their memories alive on paper.

Luffy swallows hard, looking away. He remembers the way you shattered when Ace died. The way you curled into yourself, sketching their faces over and over like you were trying to bring them back.

The way you stopped smiling.

The way you stopped living.

You had lost both of them, and now Luffy refuses to let you break all over again.

So he lies, and for the first time ever he has to be good at lying, because now it's important and he can't do it wrong.

He forces a grin, rubbing the back of his head “Ah, y/n? Yeah, they’re—uh, they’re fine! Doing their own thing!”

Sabo frowns “Really?”

“Yep!” Luffy nods—too quickly “They’re not on the crew anymore. Just, y’know, off somewhere!”

Sabo stares at him “…You’re lying.”

Luffy freezes.

Sabo’s gaze sharpens “Where are they, Luffy?”

Luffy crosses his arms “Not tellin’ you.”

Sabo blinks, caught off guard “What?”

“You heard me,” Luffy says, suddenly serious ���I’m not tellin’ you.”

Sabo stares, confusion flickering in his expression “Why not?”

Luffy looks him dead in the eye “Because you died.”

Sabo flinches.

“You died, and Ace died, and y/n almost didn’t make it through that.” Luffy’s voice is tight now, controlled but firm “I won’t let you hurt them again.”

Sabo feels like the wind has been knocked out of him.

You… suffered? Because of him?

“I just want to see them” Sabo says, softer now.

Luffy shakes his head “No.”

And that’s the end of it for now.

Sabo doesn’t push the subject.

He lets Luffy avoid it. He lets him steer the conversation elsewhere. But the thought of you lingers in his mind, heavy and unshakable.

Are you really okay?

Something doesn’t sit right, and then, by pure accident, Sabo finds it.

He’s wandering the Sunny, familiarizing himself with Luffy’s ship. The night breeze is cool, the ocean calm. He steps into a quieter part of the deck, where a small table sits against the railing.

There’s a notebook on top of it.

At first, he doesn’t think much of it. But then his eyes catch the open page—the sketch.

His breath stops.

It’s them. Him. Ace. Luffy. And you.

The four of you, standing side by side, grinning like you hadn’t a care in the world. Just like old times.

But that’s not what makes his chest tighten.

It’s the signature.

A dumb, childish sign that only one person ever used. A weird little mark that never made sense to anyone but you. The same signature you used when you were kids.

And right beneath it—a date.

Just a few days ago.

Sabo’s eyes widen.

Luffy lied.

You’re here.

Sabo grips the notebook, knuckles white. His heartbeat pounds in his ears as he stares at the date—just a few days ago.

He doesn’t know whether to be angry or just hurt. He knew right away that Luffy lied but now he has the confirmation.

Before he realizes it, his feet are already moving. He storms across the deck, gripping the notebook tight in his hand. He finds Luffy near the mast, shoving meat into his mouth like nothing’s wrong.

Like he didn’t just lie to his own brother.

Sabo doesn’t stop walking until he’s standing right in front of him “Luffy.”

Luffy looks up, still chewing “Hmm?”

Sabo holds up the notebook “Explain this.”

Luffy freezes.

His eyes flick to the sketch—to the signature. His chewing slows, and for the first time since reuniting, Sabo sees something rare in his little brother’s expression.

Guilt.

“Sabo…” Luffy swallows, setting his food down.

“You lied” Sabo says, voice controlled but firm.

Luffy doesn’t deny it. He just looks away.

Sabo tightens his grip on the notebook “Why are you doing all this?”

Luffy exhales through his nose, running a hand under his hat “Because you hurt them” he says simply.

Sabo’s stomach twists “I—what?”

“You heard me” Luffy says, looking back at him “Ace died. You were gone. Y/N lost both of you. And you wanna know what happened after that?”

Sabo doesn’t answer. He’s not sure he can.

Luffy’s jaw clenches “They stopped living, Sabo.” His voice isn’t loud, but it’s heavy, filled with something raw “They stopped smiling. They kept drawing, yeah, but it wasn’t the same. It wasn’t for fun anymore. It was like…” He hesitates, searching for the right words “Like they were trying to keep you guys from disappearing forever.”

Sabo’s fingers curl.

Luffy sighs “I thought I was gonna lose them too.” His voice drops to something dangerously soft “I almost did.”

Sabo’s breath catches.

He never thought about it. He never realized.

He had assumed you were strong. You always were. You were the one who stood beside them, laughing, teasing, drawing stupid little comics of them falling into ditches.

You had always been there but he left. Ace left. And you had to bear that weight with Luffy alone.

Sabo looks down at the sketch again, his own face staring back at him from the page. The way you had drawn him—older, smiling, standing beside his brothers. A version of himself that you had never even gotten to see.

And yet… you still imagined him there, growing up with all of you.

He swallows hard “I need to see them.”

Luffy frowns “No.”

Sabo’s head snaps up “Luffy—”

“I said no!” Luffy stands up, fists clenched “I just got you back, and I’m not letting you mess them up again!”

Sabo’s chest tightens “Luffy, I—”

“They’re happy now!” Luffy cuts him off “They started smiling again! They’re finally okay! What if seeing you ruins that?!…”

Silence.

Sabo stares at him, realization settling in.

Luffy isn’t just protecting you.

He’s terrified.

Terrified that seeing Sabo again will break you all over again.

Sabo takes a slow breath, his grip loosening on the notebook. His voice is softer this time “Luffy… you don’t get to decide that for them.”

Luffy flinches.

Sabo takes a step forward “You think they’ll fall apart if they see me?” He shakes his head “You don’t know that. Maybe it’ll hurt at first, yeah. But don’t you think… maybe they deserve to decide that for themselves?”

Luffy doesn’t respond. His jaw is tight, hands trembling slightly at his sides.

Sabo exhales “I need to see them, Luffy.”

Luffy clenches his teeth, eyes shadowed beneath his hat.

Then, finally—

“…They’re in the infirmary.”

Sabo’s breath catches.

Luffy doesn’t look at him “They got hurt on our last stop. Chopper said they just need rest and Sanji is there to keep an eye on them” He crosses his arms “If you wake them up and make them cry, I’m gonna punch you.”

Sabo huffs a small laugh “Fair deal.”

But Luffy doesn’t laugh. He just turns away “…Don’t hurt them again.”

Sabo watches him for a moment. Then, he nods “I won’t.”

With that, he heads toward the infirmary and then hesitates in front of the door.

For the first time since finding out you were here, uncertainty creeps in.

What if Luffy’s right?

What if seeing him just brings back all the pain you worked so hard to bury?

He exhales, pushing the thought aside. No—he has to see you. He has to make things right.

Slowly, he pushes the door open.

The room is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a lantern. The air smells faintly of medicine, and the steady sound of breathing fills the silence.

His eyes land on you instantly.

You’re curled up on the bed, wrapped in a blanket, your expression peaceful. Even after all these years, even after everything, you still look like you.

Sanji is seated in a chair beside your bed, one leg crossed over the other, a cigarette resting between his fingers. He doesn’t look surprised to see Sabo standing there. If anything, he looks… expecting.

Sanji exhales a slow stream of smoke “Took you long enough.”

Sabo tenses “You knew I was coming?”

Sanji leans back, tapping his cigarette against the ashtray on the table “Didn’t take a genius to figure it out. Luffy’s been acting weird ever since you showed up.” He tilts his head “You finding that drawing must’ve sped things up.”

Sabo doesn’t respond. His eyes flick back to you, his chest tightening.

Sanji notices “They’re okay,” he says, voice quieter now “Just exhausted and resting. Took a rough hit on our last island, but nothing Chopper couldn’t fix.”

Sabo clenches his fists. The idea of you being hurt—even now—doesn’t sit right with him.

Sanji watches him carefully “So? You gonna wake them up?”

Sabo hesitates “…I don’t know if I should.”

Sanji takes another drag of his cigarette, exhaling through his nose. “You really think you get to make that choice?”

Sabo looks at him, startled.

Sanji doesn’t break eye contact “You left them once already, didn’t you?” He taps his cigarette against the tray again “You don’t get to decide what’s best for them. Not anymore.”

Sabo’s breath catches.

Sanji sighs, standing up “I promised Luffy I’d keep an eye on them but I also know they’d kill me if they found out I let you walk away.” He gives Sabo a pointed look “So, what’s it gonna be?”

Sabo looks at you again.

His fingers twitch at his sides.

Then, finally—he moves.

He steps forward, slowly, quietly, until he’s right beside your bed. His breath is unsteady as he really takes you in.

You’re different now. Older. But still you.

And then, without thinking, he does something he hasn’t done in over a decade.

He reaches out—hesitates—then gently brushes his fingers against your hair.

Sanji raises an eyebrow but says nothing.

Sabo swallows hard. His voice, when he speaks, is barely above a whisper.

“…I’m sorry.”

For leaving.

For making you grieve.

For not finding you sooner.

For everything.

And then— you stir.

Sabo’s breath stills.

Your eyelids flutter slightly, brows furrowing as if resisting the pull of consciousness. He pulls his hand back quickly, heart pounding.

He’s not ready but he doesn’t have a choice.

Because then—your eyes open.

You blink a few times, adjusting to the dim light, and then your gaze lands on him.

And you freeze.

Sabo’s throat goes dry. He should say something. But he can’t. He can’t breathe, can’t move, can’t do anything except stare because you’re looking at him like he isn’t real.

Like he’s a ghost.

Your lips part slightly, but no sound comes out. Just wide, unblinking eyes, your body going stiff beneath the blanket.

Sabo finally forces himself to speak.

“Hey.”

It’s weak. Hoarse. Not nearly enough.

You don’t react. You don’t move. You just keep staring.

A thousand emotions flicker across your face—confusion, disbelief, shock—before suddenly, your expression shatters.

Your hands tremble as you clutch the blanket. Your breath hitches, quick and shallow, like you’re trying to hold something back.

“Sanji.”

Your voice is barely a whisper, but Sanji is at your side in an instant “I’m here.”

You don’t look away from Sabo, like if you blink, he’ll disappear “You see him too, right?”

Sabo’s chest tightens.

Sanji exhales, rubbing the back of his neck “Yeah, sweetheart. I see him.”

You inhale sharply “Oh.”

Sabo takes a cautious step forward “y/n, I—”

“Don’t.”

His stomach drops.

You shake your head, squeezing your eyes shut “Don’t talk.”

He stiffens.

Sanji places a hand on your shoulder “Breathe,” he murmurs “Nice and slow.”

You try—you really do—but it’s too much.

Because Sabo is standing right in front of you, looking older but still so much like the boy you lost.

And the worst part?

He’s looking at you like he’s sorry.

And that makes you angry.

Your hands curl into fists “You—” Your voice shakes, raw with something you can’t name “You’re supposed to be dead.”

Sabo flinches “I know.”

“Do you?” You snap your head up, eyes burning “Do you actually know what it was like? To lose you? To lose Ace?! I'm so happy to see you but what the hell? Why only now... I don't know how to feel...”

Sanji’s fingers tense against your shoulder, but he doesn’t stop you.

Sabo takes a breath, steady but guilty “I can’t take back what happened. I've lost my memory and got it back just after Ace... But I—”

“You what?” Your voice rises, throat tight “You just forgot about us?!”

Sabo’s expression twists “I didn’t—”

“You did!” The words rip out of you before you can stop them “You left, Sabo! You left me, and then Ace—!” Your voice breaks “And then Ace—!”

You can’t say it.

You can’t say it because if you do, it becomes real again.

The weight in your chest feels suffocating.

And then—a hand.

Not Sanji’s.

Sabo’s.

Warm, hesitant, but firm as it settles over yours.

You stiffen.

Sabo kneels beside the bed, meeting your gaze with something deep, something raw.

“y/n” he murmurs, voice almost pleading “I’m here now.”

Your breath hitches.

Because that’s the problem.

He’s here.

And you don’t know if you can handle it.

You don’t speak, don’t even move for a few seconds. Your heart is pounding in your chest, a chaos of emotions swirling in the pit of your stomach. But then, without warning, you pull him close.

It’s a sudden movement, urgent, like you’re afraid he’ll vanish if you don’t hold onto him with everything you’ve got. Your arms are tight around his neck, your fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt.

Sabo’s breath catches. He doesn’t know what to do, but he doesn’t hesitate. He wraps his arms around you, careful and gentle, as though afraid that any sudden movement might shatter the fragile moment.

And it’s fragile.

Because in this hug, there’s tension. So much unspoken hurt in the way your body trembles against his, the way your breath hitches every time his fingers brush the back of your head. This doesn’t fix anything. It doesn’t make up for the years, the pain, the void that has been left in the wake of his absence.

But it means you missed him. It means, despite everything, you’re still here. Still clinging to him.

He feels you pull away just a fraction, enough for him to meet your gaze. Your eyes are red and swollen, and the sight of it nearly breaks him.

You wipe your face with the back of your hand, trying to hold it together. And then, your voice comes out rough, raw, barely more than a whisper.

“Don’t expect me to forgive you right away.”

Sabo’s chest tightens. He wants to speak, to apologize, to explain himself, but the words are stuck in his throat. Instead, he just nods, his gaze never leaving yours.

“I know,” he says quietly, voice thick “I wouldn’t ask you to.”

You swallow, your breath still uneven, and for a moment, neither of you says anything. The silence between you is heavy, but it’s not suffocating. It’s an understanding.

Then, without warning, you move again. You turn your back to him, walking slowly over to the window, the moonlight casting a soft glow over your features.

Sabo stays where he is, unsure of what to do, still unable to quite believe that he’s standing here, in front of you, after everything.

You take a deep breath and speak, your voice more controlled now, though the weight of everything still lingers.

“When Ace died… I thought I was gonna lose everything. But I didn’t, Sabo. I stayed. For Luffy. For… for us.” You pause, fingers curling into the fabric of your blanket “And I can’t—can’t—lose you again.”

Sabo’s heart aches. He doesn’t deserve that. You stayed. You stayed through the worst of it, even when he wasn’t there, even when Ace was gone.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, barely audible “I can’t take back what I did.”

You don’t look at him, but your voice trembles when you speak again.

“I know.”

It’s simple. But it’s all you need to say.

Sabo stands there for a long moment, the weight of your words sinking in. It isn’t enough to fix things. It won’t ever be enough. But it’s a start.

And he’ll take it.

For now.

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A Recipe for Us I Part 2 | KMG

pairing: kim mingyu x reader/oc genre: angst, fluff, smut, coworkers-to-lovers, mean!oc, soft!niceguy!gyu, chef's(oui oui) warnings: explicit unprotected sex, sexual innuendos, oral sex (female receiving), etc. words: 13,901 part 1: HERE!!!

Mingyu Do you wanna come over and taste a new dish I’ve been experimenting on?

Y/N Sure! Although if this is an elaborate way of killing me to get my job … XD Mingyu Please, I’m to lazy to commit murder 😛

She chuckled softly to herself, her finger hovering over the phone screen.

For the first time in a while, she felt a flutter of excitement—a soft warmth curling in her chest at the thought of seeing him, of being near him. The idea of just spending time with him without the usual tension that surrounded their work environment was... nice.

Y/N set her phone down and leaned back against the couch, exhaling a shaky breath. There was something different now. Lately, she found herself thinking about him more than usual. Not just in passing, but in moments when she was doing something entirely unrelated, a memory of a smile or a shared laugh would pop into her mind and her heart would skip a beat.

She thought about how easy it was to talk to him, how she could laugh freely with him, and how he seemed to know exactly when she needed space and when she needed someone to lean on. The way his eyes softened when he looked at her, how his presence seemed to calm her in a way no one else’s ever had.

Y/N paused, her hand gripping the edge of the couch, her breath catching.

Oh.

She was falling for him.

The realization made her stomach flip—an odd mix of excitement and fear. Was she ready for this? Was this just another passing crush, or was it something deeper? She shook her head, trying to dismiss the thought, but it lingered.

It was hard to ignore it now. Every time he smiled at her, her heart raced. Every time their hands brushed, there was this electric current that made her feel alive in a way she hadn’t expected.

But now, with Mingyu’s invitation hanging in the air, the uncertainty of it all hit her full force. She couldn’t hide from it anymore—this thing she was feeling.

Sighing, she grabbed her jacket and stood up. No matter how nervous or unsure she was, she couldn’t deny that a part of her wanted to be with him. Wanted to see where this would go.

The evening air was cool as Y/N zipped up her jacket, taking one last look at her phone before slipping it into her pocket. She could feel the flutter of anticipation building in her chest as she walked through the quiet streets. Her steps were quick but deliberate, the sound of her shoes echoing against the sidewalk.

With every step, the thought of Mingyu occupied her mind more and more. What was it about him that made her feel this way? Why did she suddenly care so much about what he thought, about being near him?

She shook her head, trying to push the thoughts away, but they only grew louder. Was this how it felt to have a crush, to be falling for someone?

Before she knew it, she found herself standing in front of his apartment building. The soft glow of the streetlights illuminated the entrance, and she took a deep breath before walking inside. She hesitated at the door for a moment, then rang the bell.

Moments later, Mingyu appeared, a warm smile spreading across his face when he saw her. "Hey, welcome! I'm glad you came," he said, stepping aside to let her in.

Y/N smiled back, trying to ignore the nervous flutter in her stomach. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything," she said, stepping inside. The scent of something savory immediately hit her senses, making her stomach rumble.

"Nah, just getting started," Mingyu replied, leading her into the kitchen. It was a cozy space, neatly organized with various ingredients spread across the counter. "I’ve been experimenting with a new recipe—garlic butter shrimp with a side of risotto. You’re in for a treat."

Y/N’s mouth watered at the mention of the dish. "Sounds amazing," she said, leaning against the counter as she watched him move around the kitchen, his hands expertly chopping vegetables and stirring the pan. There was something incredibly soothing about watching him work, the way he moved with such confidence and ease.

"You know," Mingyu said, glancing over his shoulder at her, "I was actually a little nervous about cooking for you. I mean, you’ve been around a lot of good food, and I didn’t want to mess this up."

Y/N chuckled, leaning in slightly as she watched him. "Well, I’m sure it’ll be great. I’m sure you know what you’re doing."

Mingyu smiled, his eyes lighting up with that familiar warmth. "Thanks. It’s nice to hear that from someone who actually knows food."

She felt her heart skip a beat at the way his eyes lingered on her, and she quickly turned her attention to the stove, avoiding his gaze for a moment. She could feel the warmth of his presence, the air between them thickening with an unspoken tension.

"You’re gonna have to tell me what you think once it’s done," Mingyu continued, grabbing a bottle of white wine from the counter. He poured two glasses, one of which he handed to her. "But first, how’s your day been?"

Y/N took the glass, her fingers brushing against his as she did. "It’s been good. Busy, but nothing too crazy. How about you?"

"Same," Mingyu said, taking a sip of his own wine before getting back to the food. "I’ve been thinking about this all day, to be honest. I wanted it to be perfect for you."

The sincerity in his voice made Y/N’s heart skip again. She smiled softly, setting her wine down on the counter. "I’m sure it’ll be perfect," she said, the words slipping out before she could stop them.

Mingyu glanced at her again, the corners of his mouth turning up into a small smile. "Well, I’m glad you’re here. It feels good, you know? Cooking for someone I actually care about."

Y/N froze for a second, her breath catching in her throat. The air between them seemed to shift, and for a split second, it felt like the world was just the two of them—alone in the kitchen, surrounded by the soft hum of the city outside.

But before she could say anything, Mingyu turned his attention back to the stove, and the moment passed, though Y/N could still feel the weight of his words hanging in the air.

As Y/N watched him, a small smile tugged at her lips. She couldn’t help but appreciate the way Mingyu moved in the kitchen—confident, fluid, as though cooking was second nature to him. The way his brow furrowed in concentration as he finely chopped the shallots, the rhythm of his hands when he stirred the risotto, the way his lips curled into a soft smile every time he glanced over at her. Everything about him seemed to draw her in, in a way she hadn't expected.

Her eyes wandered over the small details—the slight sheen of sweat on his forehead, the way his sleeves were pushed up just enough to show the muscles of his forearms as he worked. His focus was entirely on the dish, yet there was an easy comfort between them now. She had never thought she'd be in someone else's kitchen like this, let alone with someone she could feel so at ease around.

And that’s when it hit her—this wasn’t just about food. It wasn’t just about a shared meal or a simple date. It was the way her heart seemed to beat a little faster when he caught her looking at him, the way her thoughts kept circling back to him, even when she wasn’t with him. She was starting to care about him in a way she hadn’t realized before.

Y/N's gaze softened as she rested her hands on the edge of the counter, letting the quiet moments fill the space between them. She was falling for him. Slowly, but surely. It wasn’t a loud realization or a dramatic shift. It was subtle—a gradual unfolding that felt natural, like the comfort she found in the kitchen with him. It had always been there, maybe even before she knew it, but now she could no longer ignore the truth.

She leaned back against the counter and watched as he finished preparing the dish. “You really are amazing at this,” she said softly, almost to herself.

Mingyu glanced up at her, his lips curving into a smile, his eyes soft. “I told you, cooking is the easy part,” he replied with a wink. But Y/N could see the pride in his eyes, the way he lit up when she complimented his work.

And in that moment, as the fragrance of the risotto and shrimp filled the air, she realized that it wasn’t just the food that was drawing her in. It was him.

“Do you mind setting the table?” He asked, nodding towards the drawer with the plates and knives. 

“Not at all!” She smiled, moving towards the drawer he’d pointed to. As she pulled it open, she noticed how neat everything was—plates stacked perfectly, knives and forks arranged with careful precision. It was simple, but there was a thoughtfulness to it, much like everything else he did.

She carefully set the plates on the table, the sound of the ceramic clinking softly in the otherwise quiet room. As she arranged the utensils, her mind wandered back to the moment they had just shared in the kitchen.

Mingyu’s presence, the way he moved with such confidence and grace, was intoxicating in its own way. There was something about being here with him, in his space, watching him do what he loved. It felt like they were in a bubble—everything outside seemed far away.

When she turned to check if the table was set just right, Mingyu was already bringing over the dishes. He smiled as he placed the risotto and shrimp in front of her, the steam rising from the plates, making her stomach growl in anticipation.

“You’re too kind,” Y/N said, a soft chuckle escaping her lips.

Mingyu shrugged casually, his smile never faltering. “It’s the least I could do for my favorite guest.”

Her heart skipped a beat at the way he said that. Favorite guest. She didn’t know why those words seemed to settle in her chest, but they did. They made everything feel more intimate, more meaningful.

“I’ll take it,” she said with a teasing smile.

They both settled into their seats, the comfort between them growing even more as the conversation flowed naturally. As they dug into the meal, Y/N felt herself relaxing, more at ease with every passing moment. It wasn’t just the food that was satisfying—it was the feeling of being here with him, of sharing this space and time together.

And for the first time in a while, she felt like she could let go of the things she kept so tightly guarded, the things she wasn’t sure she was ready to admit. But for now, she would just enjoy the moment, knowing that there was something here that couldn’t be ignored. 

The room felt warmer as the silence stretched between them, a quiet, electric tension building with every glance. Y/N couldn’t help but notice how close Mingyu was, how his presence seemed to fill the space in ways she hadn’t expected. His eyes, warm and steady, never left hers, and for the first time, she felt as though he was seeing right through her—past all the walls she had carefully constructed around herself.

She tried to look away, but it was impossible. His gaze was magnetic, pulling her in, making her heart skip a beat each time their eyes met. The way he was watching her made her feel vulnerable, yet strangely safe, as if he was the only person who truly understood her.

Y/N shifted uncomfortably in her seat, suddenly aware of how close they were, the soft hum of the kitchen lights amplifying the silence between them. She took a small sip of her wine to break the stillness, but her hand trembled slightly, betraying her calm facade.

Mingyu, too, seemed to be caught in the moment, his fork pausing mid-air as he watched her with an intensity that made her feel exposed in the best way possible. His lips curled into a small, almost imperceptible smile, the corners of his mouth turning up in a way that made Y/N’s breath catch.

“Are you sure you like it?” he asked, his voice lower than before, as though every word was deliberately chosen. His tone, almost playful, didn’t mask the deeper layers of meaning that seemed to lie beneath it.

Y/N cleared her throat, suddenly unsure of how to respond, but she nodded. “Yeah,” she whispered, her voice quiet, yet sincere. “It’s... perfect.”

His gaze softened at her words, but his eyes never wavered. The air between them was thick with unspoken words, and Y/N felt the distance between them shrinking with each passing second.

As the minutes ticked by, they both continued to steal glances at each other, each look laden with something neither of them wanted to acknowledge just yet. Y/N’s mind raced, her thoughts tangled with the overwhelming realization that something was shifting between them, something that neither of them could fully understand or control.

Mingyu finally broke the eye contact, his attention shifting back to his plate, but there was no mistaking the lingering heat in his gaze. He cleared his throat, as if to steady himself, but the unspoken words still hung in the air, waiting to be said.

Y/N’s fingers brushed against the edge of her wine glass, her heart still racing from the exchange, but she couldn’t quite bring herself to say anything. The moment was perfect in its quiet intensity, and somehow, she didn’t want to disturb it. Instead, she took a deep breath and leaned back slightly, feeling the weight of the silence settle around them, knowing that the tension was only growing stronger with each passing moment.

Mingyu stood up from the table, his gaze shifting to Y/N with a soft smile that tugged at the corner of his lips. The last of their plates were cleared away, the remnants of their meal now just a memory between them. He extended one hand toward her, the gesture simple yet filled with meaning.

"Come on," he said, his voice low and inviting. "Let's go to the living room."

Y/N looked up, slightly taken aback by the warmth in his eyes. She hesitated for a moment, the feeling in her chest shifting, but she found herself unable to resist the quiet pull between them. Slowly, she placed her hand in his, feeling the warmth of his palm against hers.

Mingyu's fingers curled gently around hers as he guided her toward the living room, the softest brush of his touch sending a flutter through her chest. His hand was firm yet tender, leading her with an ease that made her feel as though they’d been in this exact moment before, like they belonged here, together.

As they reached the living room, Mingyu turned to her with a reassuring smile, the atmosphere around them suddenly feeling more intimate, more personal. He gently tugged her forward, letting go of her hand for just a moment to adjust the cushions on the couch. Then, with a simple, effortless motion, he gestured for her to sit beside him, his body language warm and open.

"You can make yourself comfortable," he said softly, his voice almost a whisper, as if he didn’t want to disrupt the calm that had settled between them. His hand, still lingering close to hers, rested gently on the back of the couch, the subtle invitation hanging in the air.

Y/N glanced at him for a moment, caught in the quiet tension of the moment. Her breath caught as their eyes met again, and without thinking, she moved closer, sitting beside him, her knee brushing against his. There was no rush, no pressure, just the shared space between them, quiet and unspoken.

And as she settled in, Mingyu’s hand found hers again, their fingers intertwining in the softest, most natural way. Neither of them spoke, but the silence felt comfortable, like the promise of something more.

“I’ve really enjoyed spending time with you, Y/N,” Mingyu said softly, his voice warm and genuine. His gaze never left hers as he gently brought their hands up, holding them delicately in his grasp. With a tender smile, he pressed a soft kiss to the back of her hand, his lips lingering for just a moment, a quiet gesture of affection.

Y/N’s cheeks flushed pink, warmth spreading across her skin. She tilted her head slightly, attempting to hide the soft blush, but the smile that tugged at her lips betrayed her. Still, she squeezed his hand in return, offering him a reassuring gesture that she, too, was enjoying the moment.

"Thank you," she murmured, her voice quieter than usual, the words coming from a place of sincerity. "I’m sorry I was so... bitchy when we first met." She looked up at him, the vulnerability in her words almost surprising her. "It’s not the best tactic for making new friends."

Mingyu’s smile softened even further, his eyes full of understanding and warmth. “Hey, we all have our moments,” he said, brushing his thumb gently over the back of her hand. “I’m just glad we got past it. Honestly, I think you’re one of the most real people I’ve met.”

Y/N’s heart fluttered at his words, and she felt a small weight lift off her chest. It was one thing to hear a compliment, but to hear such genuine kindness from him... it meant more than she expected. With a slight, playful grin, she met his eyes once again.

"Maybe you’ve just been lucky," she teased lightly, her voice carrying a touch of playfulness that was now natural between them.

Mingyu chuckled, his eyes sparkling as he leaned in just a little closer. “I don’t think so,” he said, voice low and soft. “I think I’m just starting to realize how lucky I am to have you in my life.”

Y/N’s breath caught in her chest, her heart suddenly racing as she looked into Mingyu’s eyes. The way his gaze held hers—gentle, sincere—felt like an unspoken promise, a depth that she hadn't quite expected. She could feel her pulse quicken, and for a moment, the world outside seemed to fade into the background.

His eyes were so open, so vulnerable, and yet so full of affection. It made her feel seen, truly seen, in a way she hadn't in a long time. She shifted slightly, the air around them thick with a new, unspoken tension, her words stuck in her throat.

"Why do you always make me feel like this?" Y/N asked, her voice barely above a whisper, the vulnerability slipping into her tone despite her best efforts to hold it in.

Mingyu's lips curled up at the edges in a quiet, comforting smile. "Because it's how you deserve to feel," he said, his voice tender. "You’re so much more than you give yourself credit for, Y/N."

Her chest tightened at his words, and for the first time, she felt like she could let her guard down, even just a little. Still, she turned her face away slightly, as if trying to hide the warmth rushing to her cheeks.

"You really are something else," she murmured, almost to herself. She could feel the shift in the air between them, the subtle pull that neither of them seemed to want to ignore.

The room felt still, the air thick with the quiet hum of their shared breaths. Y/N couldn’t tear her eyes away from Mingyu, even though her heart was thudding wildly in her chest. It felt like they were standing on the edge of something—something unspoken, yet undeniable.

Mingyu’s gaze was gentle, his eyes full of warmth and affection, and there was a softness in the way he held her hand, his thumb brushing against her skin in a comforting rhythm. Y/N didn’t know when the distance between them had closed, but now, it felt as if there was no space left, only the tender connection that seemed to pulse between them with every shared glance.

“I… really like being with you like this,” Mingyu said quietly, his voice low, his words tender. “It’s easy, you know?”

Y/N’s heart fluttered. She hadn’t expected him to say that, but it made everything feel more real, more present. She swallowed the lump in her throat. “Yeah, it is,” she whispered back, her voice softer than usual, the vulnerability slipping through her words. "I do, too."

The air between them seemed to grow heavier, as if everything in the world had narrowed down to this one moment. Y/N was aware of how close they were now, the warmth of Mingyu’s body near hers, the subtle way his fingers traced the back of her hand. It was like she could feel every beat of his heart in the stillness of the room.

And then, without thinking, she took a step closer, her hand shifting in his until their palms were pressed flush together. She couldn’t stop herself. She wanted to be closer.

Mingyu’s eyes softened, his gaze flicking down to where their hands were joined, then back to her face. His breath caught slightly, but his fingers didn’t pull away. He seemed to be waiting for something, and Y/N couldn’t tell if he was waiting for her to say something or to move, but neither of them spoke.

Y/N’s pulse quickened, her hands trembling just a bit as she took another small step toward him. She felt the heat radiating off him, and it made her heart race even faster. Was she imagining this? Was he feeling the same pull?

Mingyu’s voice broke the silence, barely a whisper. “Y/N…”

She looked up, meeting his gaze, and in that moment, it was like everything else around them faded away. There were no more words, no more doubts. Just the magnetic pull between them.

Mingyu’s eyes flickered to her lips and back to her eyes, asking a silent question that only she could answer. His hand, still holding hers, squeezed gently, almost as if to reassure her.

Slowly, as though giving her time to pull away, he leaned in, his breath soft against her face. The space between them closed by mere inches, and the anticipation became a tangible thing, thick in the air.

Y/N felt her body lean in instinctively, her own breath shallow, her heart hammering even louder now. She tilted her head slightly, drawn to him like a magnet, and her gaze dropped to his lips before returning to his eyes.

It was in that moment, when she felt the heat of his proximity, when she realized she was no longer afraid of what might come next, that she knew. She knew she wanted this. She wanted him.

“Can I…” Mingyu started, his voice barely above a whisper, but he didn’t finish the sentence. There was no need. He was already moving closer, the question lingering in the air. And Y/N, breathless, nodded—her silent agreement in the form of a slight tilt of her head.

Without another word, their lips met. The kiss was slow at first, tentative, as though they were both testing the waters. But it didn’t take long for the pressure to build, the sweet, slow burn of something deeper, something more profound than either of them had expected. His lips were soft, his touch gentle, but there was an intensity there that she hadn’t anticipated.

Y/N’s hand, which had been resting at her side, moved up to touch his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath her fingertips. Mingyu’s hand slid to her back, pulling her closer, and for a brief moment, she felt weightless, like time itself had paused for them.

But even then, the kiss never rushed. It was full of hesitation and longing, each movement delicate, as though they both knew they were crossing into something new, something neither of them was quite ready to name yet, but both of them wanted just the same.

When they finally pulled away, the distance between them felt even smaller than before. Y/N’s breath was quick, her chest rising and falling in rhythm with his, and she found herself smiling—half shy, half dazed.

Mingyu smiled back, his hand still resting on her back, not letting go of her just yet. “I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” he murmured, his voice soft but full of sincerity.

Y/N could only smile in return, her heart still racing. “Me too,” she whispered, her fingers still tracing the edge of his shirt, as though grounding herself back in reality before pressing her lips back to his. 

After work, it became a habit for both Y/N and Mingyu to head to his place for a late-night meal followed by stolen kisses. During breaks, they shared hidden moments—quick glances, secret hand-holding, and the occasional kiss—but in the kitchen, they did their best to keep things professional. The tension between them simmered just beneath the surface, adding an unspoken layer to their already complicated dynamic, but things hadn’t escalated past that… yet.

Today was Mingyu’s birthday—he was turning twenty-seven—and Y/N couldn’t help but smile as she thought about it. She had been planning for this day quietly in the background, wanting to make it special for him. The plan was simple—distract him while the others worked behind the scenes, and then, after everything was set, they’d go back to his place for a late-night meal, just the two of them.

As the night wrapped up, the kitchen buzzed with the familiar sounds of cleaning. Joshua, Jeonghan, and Chan quietly slipped out, leaving Y/N and Mingyu to finish tidying up their stations.

Mingyu glanced over at Y/N as he wiped down the counter, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “Why am I cleaning up Jeonghan’s station on my birthday?” he chuckled, giving her a look of mock exasperation.

Y/N shook her head, a teasing smile on her lips. “Maybe Jeonghan just wants you to enjoy your special day. I’m happy to help,” she said, brushing past him to collect the stray dishes.

Mingyu leaned against the counter, watching her with an amused gaze. “Well, I can’t say no to that. But, you know, I had this grand idea for my birthday… and now I’m just stuck in the kitchen cleaning.” His voice dropped an octave, and there was a flicker of something deeper in his eyes. “I thought maybe I’d get a little more attention from you tonight.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat at the intensity of his gaze. She smiled softly, not trusting herself to say much in return. “You know I’m always here to help, Mingyu.”

His grin softened, and he took a step closer, his hand brushing against hers as he reached for a dish. The simple touch sent a shiver down her spine, and she couldn’t help but glance up at him through her lashes.

“I know,” he said, voice low, “but maybe I need more than just help from you tonight.”

Before she could say anything else, Mingyu cupped her cheek gently with his hand, his touch sending a spark through her. He stepped closer, his body heat making her pulse quicken. Without another word, he pressed her back against the counter, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was soft at first, tentative—like they were both testing the waters.

Y/N’s breath caught, her heart racing as she found herself leaning into the kiss. His lips were warm, his hand steady against her cheek as he deepened the kiss, a subtle urgency in his movements. It felt as though everything around them had faded away—no kitchen, no mess to clean, just the two of them lost in the moment.

She slid her arms around his neck instinctively, pulling him closer, feeling the intensity between them rise. His hand slid down to her waist, his touch sending a shiver through her spine, making her feel something she hadn’t quite been ready for—but wanted all the same.

When they finally pulled away, their foreheads rested against each other, breaths mingling in the small space between them. Mingyu’s eyes were dark with something more than desire, and Y/N couldn’t look away.

“Happy birthday, Mingyu,” she whispered, her voice barely a breath.

His lips curved into a smile, his thumb gently stroking her cheek. “Best birthday gift I could’ve asked for,” he replied softly, the weight of his words lingering in the air, “but I’d like to be done cleaning up so we can get out of here.”

Y/N chuckled softly, her breath still slightly shaky from the kiss. She nodded, gently pushing at his chest to create just enough space between them to regain some composure. “Alright, alright, let’s finish up then,” she said with a teasing smile, trying to hide the heat creeping up her neck.

Mingyu grinned, his hands reluctantly moving away from her to grab a rag from the counter. As they worked side by side, the tension between them hadn't quite dissipated, but now it was laced with a new understanding—one that made everything feel different, like the air was charged with something neither of them could ignore.

The soft clink of dishes and the rustling of utensils seemed louder in the quiet space between them. Every so often, their eyes would meet, a silent exchange that spoke volumes. It wasn’t just about the cleanup anymore; it was about what had just shifted between them, a connection deepened by a kiss that neither of them had expected but both welcomed.

When they finally finished, Mingyu turned to her with a raised eyebrow, his smile returning. “You sure you’re ready to leave now?”

Y/N couldn’t help but smile back, feeling the anticipation of the night ahead. “I think I am.”

"Alright!" Mingyu said, a bright grin on his face as he reached for her hand. Their fingers intertwined effortlessly, and they stepped out into the crisp New York City streets. The cold air was a welcome contrast to the warmth that still lingered between them. Y/N couldn’t help but smile as they walked side by side, the sound of their footsteps echoing through the quiet night.

Y/N and Mingyu walked side by side down the quiet New York City streets, the crisp night air carrying the promise of something new. They’d spent the evening in each other’s company, the lighthearted conversations and shared smiles weaving a thread between them that felt undeniably strong. Mingyu, still holding her hand, couldn't help but feel the excitement bubble up inside him. There was something about this night that felt different—like it was just the beginning of something bigger.

As they reached the door to Mingyu’s apartment, Y/N stopped and turned to him with a playful grin, her eyes twinkling in the dim glow of the streetlights. “Happy birthday, Mingyu,” she said softly, her voice low but filled with affection. Her heart was racing, but she did her best to mask it with a calm demeanor.

Mingyu paused, about to reply, but before he could even process her words, the door swung open with a sudden burst of noise and color.

“Surprise!!”

The entire apartment was alive with energy, the walls adorned with bright, colorful decorations, balloons floating against the ceiling, and a banner that read, Happy Birthday Mingyu! The soft glow of candles flickered on the table, casting a warm light over the gathered crowd of friends and coworkers. Joshua, Jeonghan, Chan, and several others all stood together, grinning widely as they greeted him.

Mingyu froze in place, his eyes widening in disbelief. “Wait… you guys did all this?” he asked, unable to believe the sight in front of him. His heart pounded in his chest as he scanned the room, the familiar faces of his coworkers and friends smiling back at him.

Y/N stood just inside the door, her eyes filled with warmth and a hint of mischief. She stepped forward, her smile a soft curve on her lips. “I did,” she said, her voice steady yet full of affection. “Happy birthday, Mingyu.”

Mingyu’s gaze softened as he looked at her, still processing the surprise. He had no idea that this was coming, and the fact that Y/N had orchestrated it all made his heart swell. His words caught in his throat, and for a moment, he just stared at her, trying to find the right way to express his gratitude. “I… I don’t know what to say,” he finally managed. “I didn’t expect this at all. You… you really went all out.”

Y/N chuckled softly, stepping closer. “I wanted to make sure you felt special today. You deserve it.”

Mingyu’s eyes searched hers for a long moment, the affection between them palpable in the quiet space that stretched between them. Without another word, he reached out and pulled her into a tight, heartfelt hug. The warmth of the embrace felt like the world slowing down around them, as if everything was in perfect alignment.

“I… I don’t know what to say,” he repeated softly, his voice muffled against her hair. “This is honestly the best birthday gift.”

Y/N rested her head on his chest, her arms around his waist, her heart racing in the stillness of the moment. “I’m glad you like it,” she whispered, feeling his arms tighten around her. It felt right. She could feel how much this meant to him, and it made her heart swell with pride and happiness.

As they pulled apart, Mingyu’s gaze softened. “Thank you,” he murmured. “You’ve made this day unforgettable.”

Y/N smiled warmly, feeling a sense of fulfillment at the joy in his eyes. “I’m just getting started,” she teased gently before making her way into his apartment, leaving Mingyu standing at the door, speechless. The sound of her footsteps echoed lightly in the hallway, and he remained frozen for a moment, taking in the scene before him. His heart was racing, and the world around him felt like it had shifted into something new and exciting.

As he finally stepped inside, the laughter and chatter of friends filled the air, but Mingyu couldn’t tear his gaze away from Y/N. The way she moved, the smile on her face—it all felt surreal. It was more than just a surprise party—it was the way she had planned everything, put so much effort into making him feel special. And it made him realize how much she meant to him, how much this night meant.

Before Mingyu could make his way to anyone, a red solo cup was thrust into his hand by Wonwoo. Mingyu glanced down at the cup, a little confused, before taking a sip. The sharp, bitter taste of tequila immediately hit his tongue, making him cringe.

“What the hell? Is this just straight tequila?” Mingyu asked, his voice incredulous as he looked up at Wonwoo, still reeling from the shock.

Wonwoo gave a small shrug, clearly entertained. “Tequila, and maybe half a shot glass of cherry liqueur,” he replied nonchalantly.

Mingyu shook his head, inspecting the cup as if it had personally wronged him. “It’s disgusting,” he muttered under his breath, his face scrunching up in disgust as he took another reluctant sip.

Wonwoo chuckled, taking a sip from his own drink. “You’re the one who wanted to try it, though.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t think it was going to taste like punishment.” Mingyu said with a dramatic sigh, trying to shake off the aftertaste.

Y/N, who had been nearby, laughed softly at the exchange. “I think it’s a rite of passage at Mingyu’s birthday party,” she teased, raising an eyebrow as she made her way over to him.

Mingyu shot her a playful look, still holding the offending drink. “A rite of passage? I don’t know, this feels more like a punishment.”

“Well, maybe you just need to find your sweet spot,” Y/N suggested with a smirk, her eyes glimmering with mischief.

“I’m starting to think my sweet spot is away from whatever this is,” Mingyu grumbled, but he couldn’t help the small smile tugging at his lips as he handed the drink back to Wonwoo.

As the night went on, the party buzzed with laughter, music, and conversation. Mingyu stood in the middle of the living room, surrounded by friends who were eager to give him their birthday presents.

Jeonghan was the first to approach, holding a small, neatly wrapped box in his hands. “Here,” he said, grinning, “I’m sure you’ll put this to good use.”

Mingyu raised an eyebrow, tearing off the wrapping paper with excitement. Inside, he found a sleek, high-quality chef’s knife—one that glinted in the light. “Wow, this is amazing! You know me too well,” Mingyu said, his smile widening as he admired the gift.

Jeonghan shrugged casually. “I’ve seen you eyeing one for a while, so I thought it was about time.”

Mingyu laughed, grateful for the thoughtful gift. “Thanks, Jeonghan. I’ll definitely put this to good use.”

Next up was Chan, who bounced over to him holding a small bag with a cheeky smile. “I may not know much about cooking, but I know a good bottle of wine when I see one!” He handed Mingyu a bottle of red wine, its label elegant and promising of a rich flavor.

Mingyu grinned, accepting the gift with a nod. “This is perfect, Chan. You’ve definitely got my tastes down,” he said, holding the bottle up to admire it.

Joshua was next, walking up with a wide grin and handing Mingyu an envelope. “It’s not much, but I thought it would be something you could use,” he said. Mingyu opened it to reveal a gift card for a high-end butcher shop. “You’ve been talking about wanting to experiment with different cuts of meat, so this should help.”

Mingyu’s eyes lit up at the gift. “Joshua, you’re a genius. This is exactly what I need. Thanks, man.”

Then, Wonwoo, always with a mysterious air about him, handed Mingyu a small, neatly wrapped box. Inside, Mingyu found a cookbook by one of his favorite chefs, one he hadn’t been able to find anywhere. His smile stretched from ear to ear as he flipped through the pages. “Wonwoo, this is perfect,” Mingyu said, clearly touched by the thoughtful gesture.

The group laughed and chatted as Mingyu continued to thank his friends for their presents, but the anticipation of the last gift lingered in the air. Y/N stood near the back, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips. She waited until Mingyu had opened the last gift, and then made her way over to him, holding something wrapped in soft paper, her hands a little shaky from both excitement and nerves.

“Here,” Y/N said softly, extending the present to Mingyu. “I—uh—hope you like it.”

Mingyu looked up at her, his gaze soft and warm as he took the gift from her. “Y/N, you didn’t have to…” he started, but his voice trailed off as he carefully unwrapped it, his curiosity piqued. When he opened the paper, he was met with a beautifully crafted leather-bound journal, its edges slightly worn, giving it character. The cover was simple but elegant, with intricate details that seemed to have been hand-etched.

Mingyu’s expression softened as he ran his fingers over the cover. He looked up at Y/N, speechless for a moment. “Y/N… this is…” He struggled to find the words, but his eyes said it all. “I can’t believe you thought of this.”

Y/N smiled, her heart pounding in her chest. “I know you’ve been wanting to write more of your recipes down, keep track of your experiments and ideas. I thought this could be a place for all of that. A way to keep your thoughts in one place.”

Mingyu stepped closer to her, his eyes filled with appreciation. “Thank you. This means more to me than I can say. I’ll definitely put this to good use.” He paused for a moment, looking at the journal, before meeting her gaze again. “I feel like this is the best gift of all.”

The room seemed to fade away as they shared a quiet moment, Mingyu’s gaze lingering on her with warmth, and Y/N’s heart swelling with something more than just affection. For a split second, everything felt still, as if time itself had decided to hold its breath. Mingyu’s smile was all the answer she needed.

The laughter and music in the room returned as the others continued talking, but the connection between them was undeniable, both of them silently agreeing that this moment—this exchange—was more than just a gift. It was a sign of something deeper, something they were only beginning to explore. 

As the night wore on, the drinks flowed freely, and the atmosphere became even more relaxed. Mingyu found himself enjoying the playful teasing that seemed to naturally surface with each sip. Y/N wasn’t immune to the effects of alcohol either, and soon enough, both of them were feeling a little lighter, a little bolder.

Mingyu leaned in slightly, a playful smirk tugging at his lips as he watched Y/N take another sip of her drink. “You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you quite like this,” he teased, his voice lower than usual, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “You’re usually so… composed.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, her own smirk forming as she leaned against the back of the couch. “Is that so?” she replied, her voice teasing and light, the alcohol adding a spark to her words. “Maybe I’m just warming up to you, Chef.”

“Oh, is that what it is?” Mingyu chuckled, leaning closer to her, their faces just inches apart. “Because I thought you were just trying to get me drunk so I’d cook for you more often.”

Y/N laughed, her lips curling in a flirtatious smile. “Well, maybe I am trying to get you drunk,” she said, her voice playful but with an underlying edge. “But I’m also enjoying the company.” She glanced at him, her eyes soft but playful. “And maybe I’ll get a little more daring with my choices, too.”

Mingyu’s heart skipped at the way she said that, his smile widening. He took a step closer, just enough so they were almost touching. “Daring, huh?” He let his gaze linger on her lips for a moment before meeting her eyes again. “I think you’re already pretty daring. You’ve been giving me those looks all night.”

Y/N’s cheeks flushed slightly, but her grin only grew. She took another sip, the alcohol dulling her usual reservations. “Maybe it’s the tequila,” she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Or maybe I just like to see how far I can push you.”

Mingyu raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Oh, you’re pushing me, alright. Just be careful, or I might not be able to stop myself,” he replied, his voice teasing but carrying an undercurrent of something more serious.

Y/N’s breath hitched slightly at his words, her heart beating a little faster. She leaned in just a fraction closer, her lips curving into a playful, flirtatious smile. “Is that a promise, Chef?”

Mingyu’s smile softened, but there was a shift in his gaze, his eyes darkening just a bit as he let the words hang in the air. He chuckled softly, but there was a hint of heat in his tone. “It’s more of a warning, actually.”

Y/N's pulse quickened, the air between them thick with the tension they had been building all night. “Well, maybe I like the idea of being warned,” she whispered, just loud enough for him to hear, her voice low and teasing.

Mingyu’s grin grew wider, and before he could reply, he leaned in a little closer, just enough to close the distance between them. His breath mingled with hers, and the subtle flirtation hung heavy in the air, both of them feeling the pull of something more.

“Careful,” he murmured, his lips grazing the shell of her ear before pulling back slightly, his voice barely a whisper. “You’re walking a dangerous line.”

Y/N’s smile only grew, a mischievous glint in her eye. “I like danger.”

Mingyu couldn’t help but chuckle at her boldness, but there was no denying the attraction that simmered between them, heightened by the alcohol and their flirtatious banter. The night was still young, and though they were both a little tipsy, it was clear that the evening was only just beginning.

As they continued their playful back-and-forth, the heat between them intensified, and the world outside their little bubble seemed to fade away.

Just as Mingyu leaned in, his breath mingling with hers, and the air between them crackled with anticipation, the sound of the front door creaked open behind them. Joshua and Jeonghan, the last two guests besides Y/N, made their way toward the door, their voices carrying over the music.

“Well, it looks like it's time for us to head out,” Joshua said with a wink, grabbing his jacket from the back of the chair.

Jeonghan followed suit, giving Mingyu a nod. “Happy birthday again, man. We’ll catch you later.”

Mingyu groaned, rolling his eyes as he leaned back slightly, the mood abruptly interrupted. “Of course you guys would choose now to leave,” he muttered, glancing over at Y/N, who couldn’t suppress a chuckle at the timing.

“Well, duty calls,” Joshua said with a grin, clearly enjoying the teasing. “You two have a good night, okay? Don't do anything I wouldn't do.”

Y/N’s smile widened, her eyes shifting back to Mingyu as she bit her lip, trying to keep the moment light. “I’m sure we’ll be just fine,” she replied, her voice teasing.

Jeonghan gave them both a knowing look, a playful smirk dancing across his lips. “Yeah, don’t stay up too late,” he added, winking before heading out the door.

As the door clicked shut behind them, Mingyu exhaled, a bit of the heat from earlier fading, though the tension between him and Y/N was still palpable. He turned back toward her, his hands hovering at his sides before he slowly reached for her, a grin playing on his lips.

“Guess we’re alone now,” he said softly, the teasing tone still present but tinged with something more sincere. He stepped closer, the space between them narrowing once again.

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat, her smile never faltering. “Guess so.”

The air between them shifted again, the playful banter fading into a quiet intensity, each waiting for the other to make the next move. Mingyu could feel the pull toward her, the desire to finally close the gap between them. The moment was ripe, and neither of them seemed willing to let it slip away this time.

Slowly, but with purpose, Mingyu cupped her face, his thumb brushing over her cheek, before leaning in once again. This time, there would be no interruptions. The kiss was inevitable.

Y/N sighed into the kiss, her fingers threading through his hair as she pulled him closer, her body pressing more fully against his. She felt the heat of him radiate through their clothes, the world outside their little bubble fading away. Her heart beat in time with his, and the intoxicating mix of their shared breath made everything else feel distant.

Mingyu, unable to resist any longer, gently guided her back, his lips never leaving hers as he slowly eased her down onto the couch. His body followed hers, hovering just above hers, the weight of him both comforting and electrifying at once. He rested his forearms on either side of her, careful not to crush her, but still bringing them closer, feeling her heartbeat pulse beneath his hands.

For a moment, they just breathed together, the kiss softening as they both took in the closeness, savoring the intimacy without rushing. Mingyu’s thumb grazed along her cheek, his lips slowly trailing down her jaw, tasting her skin as if it was something he couldn't get enough of. Y/N’s chest rose and fell with each breath, her eyes fluttering closed as she let herself get lost in the feeling of being so close to him.

"Are you sure about this?" Mingyu asked softly, his voice low and steady, his lips brushing against her skin as he spoke. The question hung between them, a moment of vulnerability in the heat of their connection.

Y/N’s hands slid up to his shoulders, feeling the tension in his muscles beneath her touch. She smiled softly, tilting her head to meet his gaze. "I wouldn't be here if I wasn’t," she murmured, her voice tinged with both certainty and affection.

Mingyu’s lips curled into a smile against her skin, the hesitation he’d felt moments ago melting away. His hands moved to gently cradle her face, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip. “I don’t want to mess this up,” he admitted quietly, his voice carrying a vulnerability that made Y/N’s heart flutter.

Y/N met his eyes with a look full of warmth, her hand sliding into his hair again. “You won’t,” she whispered, her voice confident. “We’re just... us. No pressure.”

Mingyu smiled, a mixture of relief and affection in his eyes, and without another word, he kissed her again, deeper this time, pouring all of his feelings into the embrace. He moved his hand that wasn’t holding him up, to wrap her leg around his waist and then up to cup her ass. She had changed from her work uniform into a cute red dress when they both got back, so as she raised her leg to wrap around his waist, her dress hiked up to reveal her red lace underwear. 

Mingyu groaned as he felt the lace, and slowly started kissing down Y/N’s face and neck, leaving small marks. Y/N gasped and moved her hands from around his neck to into his hair. Gently pulling when he would suck a little bit harder at her neck. 

Mingyu slowly pulled away and looked down at the dress she was wearing before pulling one of the dress straps down, “you look beautiful in this dress,” he said as moving to press a kiss down to her chest before pulling the rest of her dress down to right  below her belly button. 

Y/N gasped as the cold air hit her skin as he moved his free hand up to cup her right breast. Y/N sighed into his mouth as she moved her hands from his hair to start unbuttoning his button up shirt. 

“Take your shirt off,” she sighed unbuttoning his last button as Mingyu sat up a bit, detaching himself from her to shrug off his shirt. As he sat back they both took a second to look at each other. 

Y/N with her swollen lips, smudged lipstick, and hair sprayed out underneath her. 

Mingyu with his golden skin, lipstick stained lips, and out of place hair from Y/N pulling on it. 

He smiled before gently pulling on the bottom of her dress. Y/N lifted her hips off the bed as he pulled the dress completely off her, leaving her just in her lace underwear. After throwing her dress off to the other side of the living room, he leaned back in and started pressing kisses to her chest, and started licking her nipple while his other hand went to squeeze her other breast. 

“Your chest is so pretty,” he said against her skin, switching between breasts and swirling his tongue around her nipple when he was there. 

“I could say the same thing about yours,” she said, running one of her hands down his chest while the other was pulling on his hair again. “That feels good,” she sighed. 

“Yeah?” Mingyu smirked against her and started squeezing her nipple, wanting to try and make her come before even reaching her core, “you feel good baby.” 

Y/N moaned at the pet name and used the hand that was in his hair to push his head further into her chest, causing Mingyu to laugh and suck harder on her. He could feel her heart beating faster, and feel her hips start to cant against his. 

“Are you going to come baby?” He asked, as she nodded and threw her head back a feeling the coil inside her stomach tighten extra tight before Mingyu switched his mouth to the other breast one last time and sucked harder as she felt the coil snap and felt the wave of pleasure wash over her. 

Mingyu smiled and slowly pulled away from her chest, watching it rise and fall, watching her try and catch her breath, before pressing a kiss to her lips. “Do you want to keep going?” 

Y/N smiled and nodded, “I wouldn’t be naked on your couch, if I didn’t want it to keep going,” she teased.

With one smooth motion, he stood, scooping her up effortlessly into his arms, holding her bridal style. A surprised squeal escaped her lips, and she couldn’t help but laugh as she wrapped her arms around his neck, suddenly feeling weightless in his embrace. He took a few steps, carrying her toward the bedroom with ease, and a sense of warmth spread through her, both from the closeness and the spark between them. 

As they reached the bedroom door, Mingyu nudged it open with his foot, gently setting her down on the bed. He reached over and turned on the bedside lamp. The light wasn’t too bright, but it was soft enough for them to see each other’s smiles.

“I really like you,” Mingyu smiled, his voice full of warmth. “If I haven’t told you that yet.”

Y/N smiled back, her heart racing as she laid back on the bed, with him hovering above her. “I really like you too.” 

He quickly unbuttoned his pants and pushed them off his legs before coming back down to kiss her again. He had leaned himself to the side so he could cup her jaw and lift her leg to his hip once again. He parted her legs enough to drag one of his hands down to in between her thighs and pushed her panties to the side, slipping two of his fingers into her. 

Y/N moaned, as her hand that wasn’t in his har going to grab onto his bicep to try and ground her as he used his thumb to rub against her clit. 

Mingyu smiled as he slowly pulled away from her mouth and started kissing his way back down her body. He kept his two fingers in her, but removed his thumb and replaced it with his mouth. 

“You taste so good baby,” he also moaned, licking his lips trying to collect all the essence from her previous orgasm and impending current one.  He reaches up and moves her legs over his shoulders as his other hand trails up to grasp her breast as he goes back to licking around her clit. 

“I’m gonna cum Gyu,” she say, feeling the coil in her stomach tighten again as he lets go of her breast to hold her hand. 

“Let go baby,” he said. It was all she needed to reach her high and tightened her grasp on his hair as her orgrasm washes over her again. Mingyu’s tongue drops down to her core as he pulls his fingers out to collect all her essence and try to slowly bring her down from her high. 

“Fuck,” he groaned, licking his lips and slowly pulling away from her core. “That was hot.” 

She just nodded, still out of breath from her orgasm to speak as Mingyu gently moved her legs from around his shoulders and took her underwear completely off and put them in his bedside drawer and grab a condom. 

He looked over his shoulder to see Y/N, eyes closed, chest still going up and down before looking over to him, “what?” She asked. 

“You just look gorgeous, all sweaty like this,” he smiled and went to lay on top of her again. 

“Wait,” she said, placing a hand on his chest to stop him, “can I be on top?” 

Mingyu looked at her with his mouth open, before nodding and sitting against the headboard as Y/N sat up and threw her legs over his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. 

“You've been so nice taking care of me tonight and over these last few months,” she smirked, wiggling her hips. “Now it's my turn to take care of you.” 

Mingyu groaned, threw his head back, and set his hands on her hips.  

She scooted herself down a bit so she could pull his boxers down and let him kick them off before grabbing his member and sitting on top of his lap. She gave him a few strokes before sinking down to his length. 

Mingyu groaned, everything had happened so fast. As he opened his eyes and was faced with her pretty chest, game over. He groaned and set his hands on her ass helping her slowly move back and forth to try and help others adjust to his size. He moaned as she started to slowly bounce up and down as he sat up and started pressing kisses and sucking on her chest. 

“You feel so good baby,” he moaned, feeling her core clench around his cock. It had been so long since the last time he was with someone, that he knew that he wouldn’t last long if she kept doing that. “Don’t do that,” he sighed, “I won’t last long.” 

“That’s the whole point,” she chuckled, grabbing one of his hands that was still on her ass to down between her thighs, she knew that he was close and she wanted to come with him. 

“Shit,” he gasped as he slowly rubbed circles over her clit as both of their orgasms washed over them. Mingyu had thrown his head back, trying to catch his breath, while Y/N gently moved off of him and laid down next to him, also trying to catch her breath. 

After almost a minute of silence he looked over to her and smiled, bringing his hand up to move some hair that was stuck to her face. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, propping himself up on one arm to lean over her and grab the box of tissues on the bedside table to help clean her up a bit. She smiled as he gently opened her legs and started wiping the cum that was dripping down her legs as she reached over to take a sip from the water bottle that was on the table. 

After he was done and had thrown out the tissues, he also took a sip from the water bottle, before delicately laid his head against her bare chest, listening to her heart beat. 

“What are you doing?” She smiled, running a hand through his damp hair. 

“Just make sure you’re real,” he smiled, “and that I’m not dreaming.” 

She didn’t say anything else and just kept slowly running her fingers through her hair until she could hear his slow, steady breaths, indicating that he had fallen asleep leaving her with her own thoughts. 

Although, having Mingyu with her wasn’t as terrifying as she had originally thought. 

“Hey,” Wonwoo smirked, as Mingyu tried to quietly close his door to not wake her up. “I didn’t know if I’d see you at all today.” 

Mingyu winced, forgetting that poor Wonwoo had probably heard them last night. “I’m sorry man, I never even,” but before he could finish Wonwoo was already smiling. 

“Don’t worry about it, it was your birthday and I know how in love with her you are. Just maybe don’t make a habit out of it.” Mingyu scoffed and playfully rolled his eyes before nodding in agreement. 

“Thanks.” 

Wonwoo chuckled, before grabbing his water bottle he was filling and making his way back to his room, leaving MIngyu alone to make some breakfast for the both of them .He didn’t want to make anything fancy, so instead opted for some french toast and bacon with sliced apples. 

He had managed to make both his and her plates without a single sound from her, so he was surprised to see her up and scrolling on her phone when he came back with both of the plates in hand. “Good morning!” he said, grinning as he walked in.

Y/N looked up, her hair messy and eyes still heavy with sleep, but she smiled at the sight of him. “Morning,” she murmured, setting her phone aside. “You cooked?”

“I did,” he said proudly, holding up the plates like trophies. “I didn’t burn anything either, which feels like a win this early in the morning.”

She chuckled, reaching out as he handed her a plate. “Wow, breakfast in bed? You're really trying to make sure I never leave.”

He sat down beside her, bumping her shoulder gently. “Is it working?”

“Maybe,” she teased, shooting him a playful glance before digging into the food. After a few bites, she looked at him again. “This is really good, by the way. You didn’t have to go all out.”

“I wanted to,” he said simply, watching her with a fondness that made her stomach flutter more than the eggs ever could.

They ate in comfortable silence for a few moments, legs brushing beneath the covers, sunlight streaming faintly through the curtains.

“Last night felt like a dream,” she whispered eventually, almost as if she were afraid saying it out loud would make it vanish.

Mingyu looked at her softly, setting his fork down and leaning in to press a quick kiss to her cheek. “If it was, then I hope I never wake up.”

She laughed, blushing again, then leaned her head onto his shoulder, her voice quieter now. “You’re really good at this, you know.”

“At what?”

“Making me feel like I matter.”

He paused, touched by her honesty, and squeezed her hand under the blanket. “That’s easy,” he murmured. “Because you do.”

Y/N just smiled slowly and leaned over the food to kiss him, her lips brushing his softly. “Was Wonwoo here last night?” she asked, settling back against the pillows with her plate in her lap. “I could hear you guys talking.”

Mingyu chuckled, taking a sip from the mug he’d brought for himself. “Yeah, but he said that since it was my birthday, he’d let it slide.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk forming as she balanced her plate. “Well, I’d like your roommate to actually like me, so I guess that means we won’t be doing that here anymore.”

Mingyu nearly choked on his coffee, eyes widening before he laughed. “Guess we’ll just have to get creative.”

She gave him a mock glare, shaking her head with a grin. “You’re impossible.”

“But you like me,” he shot back, leaning in just enough to make her heart stutter again.

“Unfortunately,” she murmured with a teasing sigh, before nudging his leg under the covers.

“So… are you guys, like, okay to still work together?” Jeonghan asked, raising an eyebrow as he watched Y/N and Mingyu stroll into the kitchen, fingers intertwined.

Y/N and Mingyu shared a quick glance before Mingyu shrugged, a lopsided grin tugging at his lips. “Why wouldn’t we be?”

“I don’t know,” Jeonghan said, holding up his hands. “I’ve seen couples crash and burn over less than a dinner rush.”

“We’ve survived worse,” Y/N replied coolly, squeezing Mingyu’s hand before slipping away to her station. “And besides, we’re both professionals.”

Mingyu chuckled and followed after her. “Speak for yourself. I still can’t look at the risotto station without having flashbacks.”

“Traumatic or romantic?” Jeonghan called after them.

“Bit of both,” Mingyu chuckled, as Y/N hit him across the shoulder with a rag. 

“Okay, but if anything goes wrong, I vote we kick Mingyu out,” Jeonghan declared with a mischievous grin.

“What? Jeonghan!” Mingyu groaned, turning to face him with mock betrayal.

“I second that!” Joshua chimed in from across the kitchen, barely hiding his laughter.

Mingyu narrowed his eyes, grabbing a carrot slice from the cutting board and lobbing it in their direction. “You guys are so supportive.”

Jeonghan dodged it with a dramatic gasp. “Violence in the workplace? That’s grounds for a write-up!”

Joshua just chuckled, “Yeah, right after HR hears about the risotto flirting.”

Y/N tried to hide her smile as she prepped ingredients, but Mingyu caught it. “Oh, so you’re all against me now?”

Y/N glanced over with a teasing smirk. “I’m Switzerland.”

“Coward,” Mingyu mumbled playfully, shaking his head as everyone burst into laughter again.

“Stop moving,” Mingyu moaned, pinning Y/N’s hips against her couch, latching his mouth onto her clit again. 

True to her word, they had gone to Y/N’s place for tonight’s activities. She wasn’t going to risk accidentally running into Wonwoo after their second night together in a row. 

Y/N threw her head back and tried to move her hands to touch him, but Mingyu was sneaky and had brought a pair of handcuffs to work with him. He had surprised her after dinner which had led to her naked on the couch, with her man in between her legs. 

She felt Mingyu’s other hand rub her hip softly before sliding two of his fingers into her, curling them. 

“Mingyu!” 

“Yeah baby?” 

“Can I at least move my arms?” She asked, as Mingyu chuckled against her core. 

“Nope, keep them above your head until I’m done,” he reminded her as she half moaned, half groaned at the movement of his fingers and at the annoyance of being held in place. 

Y/N slowly moved her hips with his hand and soon enough, she could feel her orgasm creeping up on her. Mingyu smiled and sped up his fingers, letting her orgasm, and listening to her try and catch her breath. 

“You okay baby?” He asked, pressing a kiss to her lips before moving to undo the handcuffs. 

She hummed and let her hands fall around his neck once they were finally free from the cuffs. “Can I ask you a question?” She asked, still slightly out of breath, but enough to look into his eyes. 

“Of course,” he softly answered. 

“Do you think I’m a good chef?” She asked, as Mingyu’s eyes widened, surprised at the deep question, wondering where it had come from. 

“Of course I think you’re a good chef baby. I think you’re one of the best chef’s I know.” She smiled, but his answer didn’t necessarily make her feel better, “Why do you ask?” 

She sighed, trying to figure out how to articulate her words, “because I feel like I’ve always had to prove myself. In school, with my friends, I mean even at work. I’m the only woman, and I’ve always been a little bit more…. Difficult to get along with and it’s made life hard. People tend to see me as cold hearted and then they undercut my work.” 

Mingyu nodded and pressed a gentle kiss to her palm, hoping that it conveyed that he was listening. 

“I guess it’s just nice to hear that I’m good at something from someone that I care about,” she said, as they both smiled. Mingyu nodded and leaned up on one of his elbows to slightly lean over her again. 

“I think you’re an amazing chef,” he whispered, leaning in and pressing a kiss to her forehead, “an amazing leader,” another kiss to her cheek, “an caring and attentive friend,” a kiss to her neck, “and I’m very lucky to know you baby,” he finally said, gently rolling her onto her back. Y/N sighed, against his touch, and hauled herself up onto her knees and elbows and moved her hair so he could kiss along her neck. 

“I really think you’re extraordinary and I want to reward you for it,” he sighed as he held her hips and carefully slid into her, moaning at the thrust of his own hips. 

“I also think you’re a caring and loyal person who may be a bit of a simp,” she tried to joke, but before she could laugh, he thrusted a little bit harder, “but I guess it worked in my favour.” 

That made Mingyu chuckle, but he didn’t waste an opportunity to keep drilling into her. 

“Keep telling me things you like about me baby,” he smirked,” and I’ll let you come.” 

“I also really admire your passion for cooking and your ambition to get better,” she sighed, pushing her hips back, “I like how gentle you are with me, and I like how you don’t just write people off. You like to give them a chance and try to see them for who they really are!”

Mingyu smiled, and leaned over her and tilted her head to the side to look her in the eyes as they both came, and pressed a kiss to her neck again as they both came undone together. Mingyu groaned into her ear before leaning a bit more of his weight onto her, but not crushing her. 

“Are you okay?” Y/N chuckled, watching him catch his breath as she brushed a few strands of hair from his face. Mingyu nodded, doing the same.

“Are you guys like official now?” Wonwoo asked, watching Mingyu dump all his bag into his room before taking a seat beside him on the couch. 

“I don’t know,” Mingyu sighed, “I want to be more, that’s for sure, but I mean we’ve only been like this for a couple of days. I think I’m just gonna wait a bit longer.” 

Wonwoo winced, knowing that his best friend was good at procrastinating and overthinking and that he probably wouldn’t ask her if he wasn’t pushed to, “I mean it’s obvious that she likes you as well. You don’t want to wait to long.” 

Mingyu shrugged, “I guess. I just don’t want to make things awkward if she doesn’t want to make it official yet.” 

“Yes, but girls think more than guys do and she’s probably wondering what you’re feeling. I’m sure being honest with her will help.” 

“When did you become so knowledgeable with girls?” Mingyu chuckled, looking over to Wonwoo who was still laying sideways on the couch. 

“By watching you mess up so many potential relationships,” Wonwoo smiled. 

“What about Jisoo?” Mingyu asked, referring to Wonwoo’s sister.

“I’m sure that helped, but man. Watching someone else fuck up really helps you learn.” 

Mingyu rolled his eyes and threw himself back onto the couch. It was true. Even though he was pretty focused during school, he had his fair share of summer flings and wasn’t afraid to flirt around at the bar. 

The worst one was when Mingyu had brought a girl he had been taking out for almost a month to accept a drink that a woman had sent him at the bar to watching the fight happen and then the inevitable ‘breakup’. 

“All I’m saying is, if you really like her as much as you say you do, you should act before it’s too late,” Wonwoo said, his eyes flicking back to the TV. “I have a feeling she won’t wait around as long as you think.”

Mingyu stayed silent, Wonwoo’s words echoing in his mind.

He leaned back into the couch, staring blankly at the TV but not really seeing it. His chest tightened slightly at the thought, the idea of losing Y/N before they even had the chance to figure out what they could be.

It scared him more than he wanted to admit.

He ran a hand through his hair, feeling the familiar tug of frustration and uncertainty. Was he moving too slow? Had he been too cautious, assuming they had all the time in the world?

A part of him had wanted to savor this — the way she smiled at him when she thought no one was looking, the little brushes of her hand against his, the quiet comfort of her presence.

But maybe savoring wasn’t enough anymore.

Maybe it was time to choose her — loudly, clearly, without hesitation.

"Those are gorgeous!" Yuna gasped, pointing at the bouquets scattered across Y/N’s kitchen counters. Vibrant colors and fresh scents filled the small space, making it feel like a florist’s shop. It was the second day in a row that Mingyu had sent flowers—each bouquet different, each more beautiful than the last.

"Are they from Mingyu?" Yuna asked, grinning knowingly. Y/N nodded, trying to hide the way her cheeks warmed, biting her lip in a failed attempt to fight the growing smile.

"Wow," Yuna laughed, leaning against the counter, "and he's still sending you flowers after you slept with him?" "Yuna!" Y/N gasped, swatting her friend on the arm. "What?" Yuna said, hands raised innocently. "I'm just saying — most guys pull the romantic stuff to get the girl, not after. It's kind of rare... in a good way. Means he's still trying to impress you."

Y/N shook her head, smiling down at the bouquet closest to her. "Yeah... he's definitely different."

“Are you gonna keep seeing him?” Yuna asked, taking a seat on the edge of Y/N’s bed, watching as she went around the room, trying to finish getting ready so she could go to work. 

“I think so,” Y/N shrugged, “I mean I like being around him. So, as long as he doesn’t get bored.” 

“Babe, he’s a six foot two, muscle man that begged to eat you out. I don’t think he’ll get bored,” Yuna stared without blinking.

Y/N rolled her eyes but didn’t say anything else, not wanting to be analyzed at nine in the morning. “What about you? How was your date with Jay?”

“Hey! Don’t change the topic!” Yuna exclaimed, pointing accusingly at Y/N, who was slipping on her shoes, clearly ready to make an escape. “We’re not done here!”

Y/N grabbed her bag and gave Yuna a mischievous smile. “We are for now. I’ve got a shift to catch.”

“That’s not fair!” Yuna groaned dramatically, flopping back on the couch like she’d been personally wronged. “You always dodge emotional conversations like it’s a sport.”

Y/N shrugged as she opened the door. “I just prefer to keep some mystery.”

Yuna smirked, raising a brow. “Tell that to the guy who’s been sending you daily flower arrangements like he’s in a K-drama.”

“Goodbye, Yuna,” Y/N said over her shoulder, her smile lingering even as the door clicked shut behind her.

Y/N was rushing around the pantry, a handful of lemons and limes in hand and her mind only half-focused. She was headed toward the kitchen when the sound of familiar voices drifted out through the slightly ajar door. She paused.

“…Still in the honeymoon phase, or are things starting to lose their spark?” Jeonghan’s voice rang out in that usual playful tone of his.

Y/N stopped mid-step. She hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, but Mingyu’s laugh followed right after, low and tired.

“You know how these things go,” he said.

Her chest tightened.

Jeonghan let out a mock gasp. “Already? Man, and here I thought you were a changed man.”

Mingyu gave a half-hearted chuckle. “Yeah, well… sometimes it’s hard to keep up the effort when everything else feels like a lot.”

Y/N stood frozen in place, her fingers curling slightly around the produce in her hand. 

You know how these things go.

It’s hard to keep up the effort.

She turned without thinking and walked back the way she came, the pounding in her chest louder than her footsteps. The rational part of her told her it was just a conversation between friends, probably something stupid Jeonghan had started. But Mingyu hadn’t defended them. He hadn’t said her name. He hadn’t sounded like someone who was sure of what they had.

She gave her head a small shake, trying to chase away the spiral of thoughts and refocus on work, but it was no use. His words kept echoing in her mind, dulling everything else around her. When she finally stepped into the kitchen, Mingyu and Jeonghan greeted her with casual waves. She didn’t return the gesture—didn’t even look their way. Instead, she moved wordlessly to the counter, setting down the produce and beginning her prep for the night, her silence louder than any response.

Mingyu’s smile faltered the moment she passed by without so much as a glance. His brows furrowed slightly, head tilting in quiet confusion as he watched her move stiffly around the station. Something was off. Y/N was never overly bubbly, but this… this was cold. Distant. He exchanged a quick glance with Jeonghan, who shrugged before going back to his own prep, while Mingyu kept watching, a knot of worry beginning to form in his chest. 

The rest of the night was more of the same, Mingyu making small attempts to talk to her, to catch her eye, to coax even the smallest smile, and Y/N responding with little more than curt nods or polite indifference. It wasn’t like her. Not with him.

Had he done something wrong?

He ran through the past day in his head over and over. Since the last time he saw her, all he’d really done was head home and catch up with Jeonghan—mostly venting about how he was managing the extra dishes after Minghao changed positions. That was it. Nothing that should’ve upset her.

He even replayed the night they spent together, searching for something he might’ve said or done to make her pull away. But everything about that night had felt easy-warm, even. She’d sent him a good morning text today, complete with a heart. Things had felt good. Solid.

So why did she feel so far away now?

“Y/N?” Mingyu asked softly, stepping closer to her station. He watched her move with mechanical focus, fluttering around her prep like he wasn’t even there.

“Y/N,” he said again, firmer this time, hoping she’d at least glance at him.

“What, Mingyu?” she snapped, barely looking up.

His brows knit together. “Why are you ignoring me?”

She let out a sharp sigh and rolled her eyes. “It’s the middle of prep on a Saturday night. I’m busy.”

He blinked, taken aback by her tone. “Since when do you talk to me like that?” he asked, voice quiet but pointed.

She said nothing, her hands moving with practiced precision, as if the task in front of her demanded every ounce of focus, when in truth, it was just easier than looking at him.

“Y/N, please,” Mingyu said again, softer this time, like he was afraid to push too hard.

She froze for half a second, then exhaled sharply. “Yeah, well, it’s just hard to keep up the effort,” she snapped, finally looking up, her eyes sharp and tired.

Mingyu stood there, stunned, wide-eyed. The words hit him harder than he expected.

Shit.

She must have overheard what he and Jeonghan had been joking about earlier. The offhand comments about picking up more shifts. About things being “too much.”

He opened his mouth to explain, but before a single word could leave his lips, Y/N had already picked up her cutting board and moved her prep station to the far end of the kitchen, putting distance between them like it was armor.

He wanted to explain the misunderstanding to her, but understood that it should probably wait until after work. He just sighed and ran a hand down his sweaty face before returning to his station. 

He would have to talk to her after. 

Today was one of those rare nights Y/N was relieved to be off early. The entire shift had felt heavy—like the air around Mingyu had grown thicker, harder to breathe. So when she clocked out just after midnight, the last thing she expected was to hear her name being called behind her.

“Y/N!” Mingyu’s voice cut through the quiet, his footsteps quickening as he jogged after her.

She let out a tired sigh, not stopping. “Not now, Mingyu,” she said, raising a hand to keep him at arm’s length. But instead of backing off, he gently caught her hand on his own.

“Please,” he said, his voice softer now. He stepped in close, their breath fogging in the cold night air. “What you overheard earlier, keeping up the effort’, it wasn’t about you. It wasn’t about us.”

Y/N blinked, the anger in her eyes faltering slightly as he laced their fingers together and brought their joined hands to his chest.

“It was about work,” he continued, his voice steady but earnest. “I’ve been taking on the new dishes since Minghao switched positions. I was talking to Jeonghan about how it’s been kicking my ass—not about you. Never about you.”

She stared at him for a moment, her expression flickering between surprise and guarded skepticism. Mingyu smiled gently, trying to ease the tension that had been sitting between them all day.

“I thought something changed,” she admitted quietly. “You were distant... and I thought I messed something up.”

His hand tightened just slightly around hers.

“No,” he whispered. “You’re the only thing keeping me grounded right now.”

Y/N sighed, the tension in her shoulders finally beginning to melt. A wave of relief crashed over her, quickly followed by embarrassment as the weight of her own assumptions settled in. She covered her face with her hands, letting out a shaky breath.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled, her voice muffled behind her palms. “I really thought you meant…”

“I know,” Mingyu said gently, tugging her hands away so he could see her face. “It sounded bad. I should’ve been more careful.”

She looked up at him, her eyes soft and apologetic. “I just… I’ve never had something that felt this good before. And I think I panicked when it started to feel too real.”

Mingyu's thumb brushed over the back of her hand. “Then let’s be real together. We don’t have to figure it all out at once. But I don’t want you doubting how I feel about you.”

Her lip quirked into a small, sheepish smile. “You really like me, huh?”

He grinned. “Kind of obsessed, actually.”

She laughed, the sound easing the last of the tension between them.

“Walk me home?” she asked.

“Only if you let me hold your hand the whole way.”

A/N: Well guys! that's it for the main story of a recipe for us! I'm gonna upload an epilogue for sure with some more smut in the future, but I think that this is a good spot to end this story for now! We will defiantly see more of this grumpy x sunshine combo in the future!

Thanks for being patient and I hope you enjoy it <3

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❝ are you in the mafia? ❞

❝ … am i in the what? ❞

「 pairing 」 : dean winchester x mafia ! reader

「 word count 」 : 1.3 k

「 content / warnings 」 : mob/mafia, incorrect mafia lore that i tweaked because i said it was okay to, canon-compliant violence, mentions of death, swearing

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this was so cool stupid.

that was the only thing going through dean winchester’s mind as he and sam knocked on the door of a very much too-big and not at all cool as shit house— because who in god’s name needed six garages with some fuckin’ awesome vintage cars? and a damn fountain in the driveway?

rich and pompous assholes.

that’s who.

“this ‘s so stupid,” dean echoes his half-thoughts out loud in a low mutter— throwing in an eyeroll before adjusting the tie of his fed threads.

sam squinted his eyes at his brother’s sheer reluctance to get through one single day without complaining— but before he could even say anything, a maid opened the door, looking between the both of them.

“can i help you gentlemen?” she asks, standing up a little straighter when she notices the suits.

“fbi, ma’am,” dean nods matter-of-factly as he flashes his badge, sam following suit. “need to speak to the owner of this house. it’s about the murder three days ago. it’s urgent.”

damn right, it was urgent. children were dropping like flies left and right in chicago— dying with no warning and decomposing almost immediately.

they needed answers.

so sam’s extensive research and cross-referencing police records had brought them to here— to the gigantic hand-carved wood front door of one of the families that currently ran the chicago mob.

(it also helped that one of the kids that died had been from this family, too— but sam enjoys click-clacking around on the computer.)

“oh, yes, of course,” the maid immediately recognized who they were talking about— why these definitely real fbi agents were here. “come in, please. i’ll notify of your presence.”

dean fights the urge to get excited roll his eyes.

again.

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“sorry to keep you waiting,” your voice rings out— one that sounded like you weren’t really sorry at all.

both dean and sam’s heads perk up to look at you, the supposed owner of the house entering what the maid called the ‘sitting room’.

which was actually pretty sick, because it totally felt like a mafia movie. you sat down in the matching lavish sofa across from them. you nodded once to the maid, who excused herself scurried off immediately. dean was reminded of a scene from goodfellas, one of his favorite movies that was similar.

which wasn’t cool at all.

“you look a little young to own a house this big,” dean bluntly remarks before thinking twice— and received a ‘dude’ look from sam.

they weren’t wrong. you appeared to be the same age as dean and sam, give or take a few years— and unmistakably attractive. though, you always thought the old architecture and style of the house made you look better.

“well, technically, it’s not exactly mine— yet,” you clarify, crossing a leg over the other as you eye the two men. “but it will be someday. i’m the next best thing right now. my father’s… handling business elsewhere.”

immediately you noticed the fact that they were not like any usual stick-up-the-ass dickwads that usually were oh so graciously in your presence— they seemed… pretty close to normal, actually.

“right,” sam interjects before dean could make some other comment that would end up with them back at square one. “anyways, we’re here because of—”

“my brother,” you interrupt sam, your eyes still flicking between them— and a slight smile on your face. “but, then again, you aren’t actually real agents, now are you?”

both dean and sam look at each other at that, a slight tremor of panic passing through each of them. dean speaks up this time—

“we—”

“are hunters,” you finish, titling your head a little as you look between them. “see, i do my research, too— or rather, my people do. you’re dean. that’s sam. you’re brothers, and you hunt monsters for a living.”

both dean and sam had whatever words they were going to say taken away from them when you dropped that bomb— they were used to having to tiptoe around that subject.

“well, it really is a good thing you’re here,” you continue without a beat, leaning back against the couch again, “i’m used to monsters being… y’know, people.”

dean and sam had finally relaxed a little after the initial shock wore off— and dean was starting to realize you weren’t what he expected. and maybe this wasn’t as stupid as he thought.

it was kinda like a godfather movie, if he was being honest.

and dean loved the godfather.

“you don’t seem like a complete…” dean trails off. in this line of work, it was rare to encounter someone with a good head on their shoulders, especially if they were filthy rich— but then again, he was glad he didn’t have to babysit.

“asshole?” you finish once again, raising your eyebrows, your smile ticking up higher. “yeah, it skips a generation. so, what’s the plan?”

“the plan?” sam echoes, both he and dean scoff a little, glancing between each other and you.

“yes, the plan,” you exaggerate the last word as sam did. “firstly, how many soldiers do you need?”

“soldiers?” both dean and sam echo you this time, their expressions mixed with shock and bewilderment.

“are you going to repeat everything i say?” you shake your head a little, uncrossing your legs and reaching to pour yourself a glass of whiskey with the crystal bottle. “yes, soldiers. i’m sure you’ve heard of la cosa nostra.”

oh, shit. la cosa nostra. dean’s heard the stories from the times he’s been through illinois— it was the ruthless mafia army composed soldiers from all 5 crime families that ran chicago. the mafia’s dean looked between you and his brother— and his eyes were a little less shocked. more… excited?

“you can— you have soldiers? that would help… us?” sam is the first to speak, considering dean was a little too… preoccupied about how cool this was actually was.

“well, they’ll do anything i say, so, yes,” you smoothly lean back against the couch again, re-crossing your legs. “they’ll be at your service, if you require it.”

“cool,” dean finally speaks, a slight smile turning on the corner of his mouth.

sam snaps his head to his brother, suppressing a slight eyeroll before talking to you again. “well, we don’t really know what we’re up against, but—”

“my resources will be yours,” you interrupt, placing your crystal glass of whiskey down. “anything you need, just ask.”

“really?” dean tilts his head, smile getting a little wider. “anything?”

“anything.” it was your turn to echo as you glance between them, talking a little quieter. “my brother didn’t… deserve to die the way he did. he was just a kid.”

“and we are sorry that happened,” sam attempts to revert the conversation back to the case, and not dean’s awestruck demeanor. “we can’t imagine.”

“we’re gonna figure out whatever this is, and make sure it never happens again,” dean snaps out of it for after a second— because he could imagine what it was like to lose a younger brother. he actually has before. “we’ll get the sonofabitch— y’know, make him swim with the fishes.”

that makes you smile— actually, genuinely smile. for the first time since your brother had died a week ago.

“i have no doubts,” you nod, uncrossing your legs once more, standing up and already starting deeper into the house as you talk. “now, let me show you the weapons hall. you boys might be able to use a couple things.”

“the weapons hall? dude,” dean almost jumps up from the couch, slapping sam on the shoulder— to which raises an eyebrow, shaking his head. the facade dean always put up when he was trying not to get excited was almost gone, if not completely. “c’mon, get movin’ sammy!”

okay, dean supposed, maybe working with the mafia would be cooler than he initially first thought. because this was kinda cool. you were kinda cool.

mostly the mafia part, though. not necessarily because he thought you were super awesome or anything.

at least, that’s what dean was telling himself.

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ꗃ ˖ ࣪ 𓂃 ✦ FWB!CHRIS X BAMBI!READER AND THEY MEET AGAIN BLURB

your laid out on the cool sand, arms holding you up as you watch the calm waves crash onto shore. it was a nice night out. warm enough to appreciate the ocean breeze against your skin.

you take some deep breaths and stretch out your body, fully at ease after slipping away from the overbearing crowd of drunk twenty-something year olds.

that breath suddenly gets caught in your throat as he appears into your line of sight.

chris.

he’s there, leaning against an old beach post, arms crossed, beer dangling from his fingertips as if he’s too cool to be here.

he flashes his boyish grin when he catches you staring and pushes off the post, walking towards you like he’s got all the time in the world. his hair is all messy from the wind and his trunks hung low on his waist, the sunset giving a nice contour of his v-line.

“look who it is” he lets out a breathy chuckle and stops close enough to nudge his knee with yours. “why you all by yourself, huh?”

you glance up at him, sat right on your towel, giving no personal space and oddly enough you didn’t mind. maybe it was his inviting nature or just the fact that he was fine as hell but none the less you liked his presence. “just needed a breather i guess”

he hums and nods his head, eyes still dancing across your face, “you look over this shit.”

you exhale a short laugh and shake your head, “i’m just tired of entertaining random ass guys trying to impress me.”

chris smirks before taking another swig from his bottle. “good thing im not a random then.”

“debatable”

his grin widens, “debatable, damn, that’s how it is?”

you shrug, teasingly, “i barley know you”

chris exhales and sits his beer down in the sand before scooting closer to you. he allows a hand to fall on your thigh, not too high for comfort before he leans in, “i’ll tell you whatever you wanna’ know sweetheart.”

his crystal blue eyes were locked on your brown ones. sharp and steady like they were the only ones on the beach.

you could feel it.

the weight of his gaze, the way it made the air feel too thick and the heat rushing to your face. eventually you cracked, giggling and turning the other way like a little girl.

the wind blew through your curls, pushing your hair back and spiking chris’ attention even more. “oh shit, you tatted up?” he’s bring his fingers to the back of your ear, barley skimming over the dainty little lotus, sending tingles down your spine.

“this the only one?”

you pressed your lips together finally finding the courage to face him again, “mm, i got a few”

“you tryna’ give me a tour?” his eyes flickered with something interested, intent.

“you’re a little nosy aren’t you”

he kisses his teeth while rubbing the back of his neck, “see this is me tryna’ get to know you” you playfully rolled your eyes while holding a smile on your lips melting at every word he says, not that it would take too much convincing, you loved talking about your tattoos.

“this one’s my favorites, there’s no meaning behind it though” you bunched your hair together revealing the angle wings in the back of your neck. chris studies it in awe like he’s genuinely appreciating the sight in front of him.

“suites y’well.”

chris licks his lips, noticing another flower on your hip bone. he absentmindedly fiddles with the string of your bikini bottom, still mesmerized by this new side of you he’s discovering. “what’s up wit’ this right here?”

“its uh— a lily” your breathed out, “i— i got this with my mom.. before i moved to la,” you tried to concentrate on your thought as chris’ hands remained on you. your stumbling over your words, giggling like crazy feeling like your a part of some goddamn humiliation ritual.

chris smirks, “damn, you good?”

you open your mouth then close it when his thumb drags a little lower, tracing the edge of your tattoo. his touch being too much too soon, suddenly making your brain short-circuit.

“stop..” you dragged out in a whining tone, tilting your head back in attempt to hide the blush on your cheeks.

he laughs, finally pulling his hand away but not moving back completely. “alright, relax ma, jus’…appreciating you”

“appreciate me from distance.”

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CRUSH | NATALIE'S INTERLUDE ONE

pairing: natalie scatorccio/fem!reader

summary: Natalie just convinced you to attend a party. She honestly didn't expect you to say yes. She mentions it to a friend at practice.

wc: 920

warnings: none

a/n: pre/no-crash lottie was an awkward loner but everyone knew who she was. u arent changing my mind sorry its canon now (sorry for repost forgot to add like a chunk)

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PREVIOUS - ACT ONE: DO I WANNA KNOW?

NEXT - ACT TWO: RIBS

NATALIE

"Hell yeah, you will. Maybe I'll even convince you to crack a beer or two. Smoke a cigarette. Real delinquent shit." Nat laughs at that as she begins walking off toward the gym, "See you tonight, Princess!" She calls from over her shoulder, "I'll text you the address!"

In her most calm and collected saunter, she walks out of your view before vanishing behind a wall and immediately letting a tiny, satisfied grin appear on her face.

I didn't think she'd actually say yes. Nat thinks to herself as she walks a familiar path to the locker rooms. I didn't think she did anything besides stuff her nose inside a textbook for fun… 

The blonde grins wider at her inner dialogue—because she'll be damned if she's not constantly the funniest person (aside from Van) in the room. 

It's only when she's opening her gym locker that she realises she's still smiling, which draws a specific teammate's attention, one with a mess of wavy black hair and a narrowed glare, "Why are you smiling?" Comes the voice of a certain Charlotte Matthews—Wisaykok's High School resident "popular loner".

"Not allowed to smile?" Nat quips back, slightly flustered. She was caught grinning like a dumbass. "Or am I only allowed to smile when drugs are involved?" She cringes to herself at the sharp comment because she doesn't even know what the hell possessed her to say that. She knows Lottie didn't mean it like that.

And Lottie knows Nat knows that. "That wasn't what I meant." A slight frown graces the taller girl's features, and she gives a barely perceptible shrug, "Just don't see you smiling like that often."

Now Nat feels terrible. "No…" She sighs, running a thumb over her eyebrow, "It's… I know you didn't mean it like that. It's…" The girl sighs and returns the shrug, clearly her way of an apology. "Didn't mean to snap at you. Not used to people being actually curious."

"Yeah, I know what you mean." Lottie murmurs back, having seen her own share of cruel comments over the years about her behaviour. 

An awkward silence passes over the pair as Natalie grabs her cleats and shin guards from her locker before the blonde finally decides to break the tense atmosphere, "Just… invited someone to the party tonight." She shrugs, trying to act like her face didn't begin burning at the admission. 

Lottie notices it, unfortunately for Nat. "Seriously? Someone other than your usual crowd?" She pushes herself off the locker, "Who? Anyone I—"

"Nope!" Nat cuts her off, closing the locker too loud to play it off as anything other than her being flustered. "No one you know."

"Does he go to another school?" Lottie rolls her eyes, "Come on. Give me something."

"She," Nat clarifies, "goes to this school."

The olive-skinned girl's eyes widen in slight shock, "She? I thought you said—"

"I know what I said." Nat snaps as she sits down on a bench with a huff, "I dunno. There's just…" A frown appears, then vanishes just as quickly as it came, "Something about her. I wouldn't say she's… cool…" The blonde waves one hand as the other slides her shin guard on, "But she's… different."

"Different, how?"

Nat shrugs as she puts her other guard on, "I don't think she gives a fuck about what the rumours say, for starters." This is obviously something that weighs heavily on her, based on how her tone quiets at the words. "I mean, yeah, she's mentioned it a few times, but it'd honestly be weird if she didn't, y'know? It'd be like…" Nat hesitates, thinking of a good analogy that would describe the situation best, "Meeting Al Capone and not asking about all the shit he did during Prohibition."   

A beat.

"Did you seriously just compare yourself to Al Capone, Natalie?"

The groan that's pulled from Natalie's throat might be the most grouchy sound she's made in her life thus far. "That was not what I meant, and you know it." 

She finishes tying her cleats and stands up, walking out to the field alongside Lottie, "I just meant… I'd probably ask questions about me, too. Ninety-nine percent of the population only knows the fucking rumours." 

Nat huffs and crosses her arms, then forms a deep scowl when she sees some kid with a camera walking out to talk with Coach Martinez. "And now we need to take fucking team photos. Are you shitting me? They couldn't wait until soccer season starts? Had to do it when we're just running practices?"

Lottie rolls her eyes and grins faintly at Nat's annoyance, "You know you'd complain about it if it was during the regular season, right?"

A sharp elbow to Lottie's side, earning a choked laugh from the taller girl as Nat mutters a curse under her breath, "Not the point." 

When Lottie recovers, she gives Nat's shoulder a short push and nods her head towards where the team has started gathering, "For the record, we'll be talking about this later."

"No, we won't." Nat immediately replies in an irritable mutter, "We will never talk about this again."

"Mhm, whatever you say, Crash."

"And I told you to stop calling me that. It was one time!" Nat shoves at Lottie, but it's hard to fight the way her mood has shifted for the better at the teasing. This, at least, is familiar territory. 

"One time too many, Crash."

"I hate you."

"Sure. You're standing next to me, by the way."

"...fine."

a/n: by the end of this fic i promise i'll learn something about soccer

[sulkingheichou012]

Into the Dungeon with You (Sequel)

Pairing: Jinwoo x Reader

Genre: RomCom, Action, Smut

Warning: Description of violence and profanity.

Summary: Jinwoo frowned as a new system notification appeared before him.

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Author's Note: Hey, I’m back! My mind has been all over the place these past few weeks—traveling like Doctor Strange—trying to come up with a fun idea for you all.

This one’s pretty long, so I had to split it into two parts (thanks, Tumblr sigh).

Anyway, enjoy, Y/N! And hang in there for the cliffhanger! 😆

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Echoes of Fate (1)

It was supposed to be a simple day. A fun, casual event at Suho’s school. Nothing too complicated.

But for Jinwoo and Y/N, there was no such thing as "casual."

As the entrance gates of the school flung open, an unnatural gust of wind howled through the field, ruffling banners and sending loose papers flying. The families present turned their heads, eyes widening as three figures stepped in, moving in perfect sync. The sun glared off their black gangster sunglasses as if the heavens themselves acknowledged their arrival.

At the center, Y/N walked with her long coat dramatically flaring behind her like she was the final boss of a mafia showdown. Her head bobbed slightly as Murder in My Mind played in her thoughts. To her left, Jinwoo moved like a seasoned bouncer, hands in his pockets, exuding pure menace. On her right, little Suho mirrored his father’s serious expression, his tiny hands adjusting his sunglasses with a level of coolness unheard of for a preschooler.

Whispers spread among the parents.

“Are they models?”

“Why is it so dramatic?”

“Wait… is that Sung Jinwoo?! The strongest hunter in the world??”

“He’s so tall and handsome.”

They ignored the chatter. They had one goal.

Dominate. The. Games.

Game 1: Three-Legged Race

“This is too easy.” Y/N cracked her neck as she strapped herself to Jinwoo. “We have insane reflexes. We’ve fought S-rank monsters. How hard can a kids’ race be?”

The whistle blew.

They fell.

Jinwoo, in all his power and grace, had underestimated just how annoying the rope around his leg would be. Meanwhile, Y/N, refusing to acknowledge any fault of her own, immediately pointed fingers.

“This is YOUR fault,” she hissed, struggling to get up as five-year-olds zipped past them. “Where is your battle awareness, Jinwoo? You’re the Shadow Monarch, and you let a rope take you down?!”

Jinwoo sighed. “It’s not that serious, Y/N—”

“It is THAT serious! Suho, your father is an embarrassment.”

Suho sighed dramatically, hands on his hips. “Mom, Dad, just move together. It’s called teamwork.”

Game 2: Tug-of-War

Jinwoo smirked as he took position. He didn’t even need shadows. He was the strongest human alive. A simple rope? Against normal parents?

The whistle blew.

He pulled.

And nothing happened.

He blinked.

The other team, a group of dedicated gym dads, dug their feet in and pulled back with such synchronization that Jinwoo felt his grip slip slightly.

Y/N, standing beside him, screamed. “USE MORE STRENGTH, JINWOO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”

“I AM using strength, woman—”

“THEN WHY ARE WE LOSING?!”

Suho, who had been watching silently, sighed again, pinching the bridge of his nose like a businessman disappointed in his employees. “You guys are so embarrassing.”

Game 3: The Obstacle Course

Finally, a real test of skill. Jinwoo and Y/N exchanged a look. They had fought monsters, dodged attacks, and survived near-death experiences. This was their moment.

The whistle blew.

Y/N sprinted forward, leaping over obstacles with acrobatic grace. Jinwoo followed, completely in sync—until they reached the section where they had to crawl under a net.

Jinwoo got stuck.

“…I think I’m too big for this.”

Y/N turned back, eyes wide with horror. “YOU’RE WHAT?!”

She grabbed his arm, trying to pull him through, but his sheer size and muscle mass refused to cooperate. Meanwhile, the other parents and kids kept crawling past them.

Suho, who had already finished the course, stood at the finish line, facepalming. “Why did I get the most incompetent S-rank parents?”

When the rankings were announced, the Shadow Monarch family placed last.

Dead. Last.

Jinwoo and Y/N sat in stunned silence, sunglasses still on, while parents and children celebrated around them. Y/N slowly turned to her husband, arms crossed.

“…Explain.”

Jinwoo rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s just a school event, honey—”

“EXPLAIN HOW WE LOST.”

Suho, sipping on a juice box, sighed. “Maybe because you guys are overconfident?”

Y/N gasped. “Excuse me?! Your father is the strongest man alive. I am literally a mythical existence. We are powerhouses.”

“You guys can’t even handle a three-legged race.”

Jinwoo put a hand on her shoulder. “Maybe… we should accept that we are not good at school events.”

Y/N looked devastated. “We are weak.”

Jinwoo patted her back. “We are weak.”

Suho sighed, taking his parents’ hands. “Come on, losers. Let’s go get ice cream.”

As the car cruised down the road, Y/N sat in the passenger seat, her arms dramatically wrapped around herself as she fake sobbed into the window. “Suho… my sweet baby… I’m so sorry you had to witness this disgrace. We are so… so weak.”

Jinwoo sighed, gripping the steering wheel tighter. “Y/N, stop being dramatic.”

Y/N turned her teary gaze to her son. “Suho, please forgive us… especially your father. It’s all HIS fault.”

Suho, still sipping his juice box, nodded sagely. “Yeah, Dad. That was embarrassing.”

Jinwoo nearly slammed the brakes. “EXCUSE ME?!”

Y/N wiped a fake tear. “As an apology, dinner is on Jinwoo.”

Suho, suddenly hyped, raised his arms. “FREE FOOD! WOOHOO!”

Then, as if sensing his mother’s dramatics, Suho suddenly pouted. “Wait… Mom, if we’re weak… does that mean I’ll be weak too?”

Y/N gasped in horror. “No! My baby! You must overcome your father’s incompetence!”

Suho, now fully in tantrum mode, kicked his feet against the seat. “I don’t wanna be weak! I wanna win! Dad, why did you make me weak?!”

Jinwoo groaned, rubbing his temples. “I DIDN’T—”

Y/N sobbed harder. “We are cursed… cursed to be failures.”

Jinwoo exhaled sharply, realizing that no amount of logic would save him from this nonsense. He had defeated Monarchs, faced gods, and conquered death itself…

But nothing, nothing, was stronger than a mother-son dramatic meltdown in a moving vehicle.

Jinwoo was doomed.

As soon as they arrived home, Y/N and Suho dramatically threw open the car doors and bolted inside, their movements eerily synchronized. Jinwoo watched as they sprinted straight to their rooms and flung themselves onto their beds with identical "THUMP!" sounds.

He sighed, rubbing his temple. “Uh….Drama Queen”

A second later, wails echoed through the house.

“HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN TO US?!” Y/N screeched, kicking her feet against the mattress.

“WE WERE SUPPOSED TO BE THE STRONGEST!” Suho yelled in perfect harmony.

Jinwoo, still standing at the door with his keys in hand, took a deep breath. This was going to be a long night.

Shadows trembled around him as Beru cautiously materialized beside him. “M-My Liege… should I intervene?”

Jinwoo gave him a tired look. “You want to face the Wrath of the Weakest? Be my guest.”

Beru wisely took a step back.

Jinwoo sighed again and walked to their bedroom, only to find Y/N face-down on the bed, her fists clutching the blanket like she had been personally betrayed by fate. Suho was in the same position, his tiny frame shaking as if carrying the weight of their disgrace.

Y/N suddenly turned, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Suho…” she choked.

Suho lifted his head, his voice breaking. “Mommy…?”

Y/N grabbed his little hand. “We were fools.”

Suho sniffled. “Yes… fools…”

Jinwoo leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “Okay, that’s enough. You two lost a three-legged race to a pair of kindergarteners. It’s not the end of the world.”

Y/N snapped her head toward him, betrayal in her gaze. “Jinwoo, those ‘kindergarteners’ TRAIN EVERY DAY LIKE THEIR LIVES DEPEND ON IT!”

Suho nodded fiercely. “They had STRATEGY, Daddy!”

Jinwoo sighed. “And what was your strategy?”

Y/N hesitated. “Winning.”

“Winning isn’t a strategy, it’s a hope,” Jinwoo deadpanned.

Y/N threw a pillow at him. “IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ENOUGH!”

Jinwoo barely dodged as another pillow followed. Suho, taking this as permission, grabbed his own pillow and launched it at his father. Jinwoo caught it midair. “Alright. Enough sulking. Let’s eat.”

Y/N gasped, her eyes wide. “Did you just…?” She clutched her chest dramatically. “Did you just try to change the subject when we are in mourning?!”

Suho gasped with her. “Unbelievable.”

Jinwoo pinched the bridge of his nose. “Fine. I’m sorry you both are pathetic.”

Y/N gasped even louder. “Did you just call your son pathetic?!”

Jinwoo gestured at Suho, who was sniffling into his pillow. “He’s crying over losing a tug-of-war against a toddler.”

“That toddler was built DIFFERENT, Jinwoo! He had calves like a Greek god!” Y/N cried, gripping the sheets as if reliving the horror.

Jinwoo stared at her. “You mean the chubby one with the Spider-Man shoes?”

“Yes,” Y/N whispered.

Jinwoo gave up. “Fine. Dinner’s on me.”

Y/N sat up, immediately wiping away her fake tears. “Excellent. I’ll have steak. And dessert.”

Suho sniffed. “And a milkshake.”

Jinwoo sighed and turned to leave, grumbling under his breath. “They lost a sack race and now I’m broke.”

Behind him, Y/N and Suho shared a look before giving each other a victorious high-five.

The true winners of the day.

After an eventful day filled with betrayal (according to Y/N) and disgrace (according to Suho), the family finally settled down for dinner.

Jinwoo, despite his suffering, took them to a nice restaurant—because he knew that if he didn’t, Y/N would bring up this "tragedy" for years to come.

And, of course, Y/N went all out with the orders.

Suho, now fully recovered from his sorrow, happily chomped down on his food while chattering about school events. Y/N, no longer crying, laughed heartily while making sure Jinwoo paid attention to every single injustice they faced in the school games.

Jinwoo, on the other hand, sat there like a war veteran, sipping his drink as he accepted his fate.

By the time they finished, Y/N smugly handed the bill to Jinwoo like she was sealing a royal decree. He sighed, paid, and followed his two little con artists home.

Bathing Suho was a battle, as expected.

“Nooo! I wanna stay in the bubbles forever!” Suho whined, kicking in the water.

Y/N, standing at the door, smirked at Jinwoo. “Handle it, Daddy.”

Jinwoo, already rolling up his sleeves, smirked back. “You’re just scared because last time he got soap in your eyes.”

Y/N flinched. “We don’t talk about that.”

Jinwoo grabbed Suho and skillfully washed his hair, despite the boy’s protest. “If you stay too long, your fingers will turn wrinkly, and then you’ll turn into an old man before bedtime.”

Suho gasped. “Is that true?!”

Y/N nodded solemnly. “Yes. And then you’ll have to pay taxes.”

Suho immediately stood up. “I’M DONE! DRY ME!”

Jinwoo and Y/N fist-bumped in victory.

After wrestling Suho into his pajamas, they tucked him into bed. Y/N hummed a lullaby while Jinwoo patted his hair. Suho sleepily smiled at them, his eyes twinkling.

“Mommy, Daddy,” he whispered, “even if we lost, today was the best day ever.”

Y/N held back tears while Jinwoo gently kissed Suho’s forehead.

“Good night, champ,” Jinwoo murmured.

“Good night, my sweet baby,” Y/N cooed, stroking his cheek.

As soon as they turned off the lights and closed the door, Suho immediately turned to his side.

“…Next year, we train,” he muttered before dozing off.

With Suho finally in bed, the house became quiet.

Jinwoo walked into the kitchen and instinctively reached for the coffee machine. Y/N leaned against the counter, watching him with a fond smile.

“I thought you’d quit caffeine,” she teased.

Jinwoo scoffed. “I did. But you’re exhausting, so I picked it up again.”

Y/N gasped. “Excuse me?! You should be grateful for my presence!”

Jinwoo handed her a cup. “I am. But I also need coffee to survive it.”

Y/N pouted but took a sip. As soon as the familiar warmth spread through her, she sighed in content. “Mmm… This takes me back.”

Jinwoo smiled as he leaned against the counter beside her. “To the old days?”

Y/N nodded. “When I first arrived here, and we used to sit on the couch, drinking coffee. Before all the chaos.”

Jinwoo chuckled. “Before you called me ‘your sugar daddy’ for funding your sweet cravings?”

Y/N smirked. “I regret nothing.”

They sipped their coffee in comfortable silence. Jinwoo glanced at her, the soft kitchen light reflecting in her eyes.

“…It’s nice,” he admitted. “After everything, just having quiet moments like this.”

Y/N smiled. “Yeah. Feels like home.”

Jinwoo set his cup down and pulled her closer, wrapping an arm around her waist. “You are home.”

Y/N blinked before her face exploded into a blush. “W-Wow. That was—smooth?!”

Jinwoo smirked. “Oh? You still get flustered, Mrs. Sung?”

Y/N covered her face. “I swear if you keep being smooth, I will pass out.”

Jinwoo laughed, holding her tighter. “Guess I’ll just have to catch you, then.”

And that night, as Y/N muttered "So unfair…" into his chest, Jinwoo smiled, knowing he had finally won one battle today.

The morning comes.

Jinwoo stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his tie with the precision of a man preparing for battle. His expression was serious, brows slightly furrowed as he ensured every fold of his suit was perfect. He smoothed his hands over his vest, then ran them through his hair for good measure. A deep breath. Confidence. Dignity. Cool husband energy.

From the bed, a lazy voice broke his moment of self-admiration.

"You smell nice."

Jinwoo paused, his hands still mid-adjustment. He turned his head slightly to see Y/N sprawled on the bed like a starfish, half-covered by the blanket. Her eyes were barely open, her face buried halfway into the pillow, but she still managed to look at him with a dreamy expression.

A confused chuckle escaped him. "I haven't even put on cologne yet."

Y/N let out a slow, sleepy sigh, stretching like a cat. "Doesn't matter. You just look like you smell nice."

Jinwoo blinked. "...How does someone look like they smell nice?"

She waved a hand weakly, as if explaining took too much energy. "I dunno, you just do. Like... expensive wood and fresh laundry and... I dunno, baby powder? Like, if I walked past you in a mall, I'd stop and sniff the air dramatically."

Jinwoo stared at her, completely unsure whether to be flattered or concerned. "That... sounds concerning."

"Nah, it's called appreciation."

He sighed, shaking his head before turning back to the mirror. "You’re weird."

"And you're my husband, so that makes you extra weird by association."

A smirk twitched at his lips. "You're lucky you're cute."

"I know. Now, come here so I can sniff you properly."

Jinwoo let out a loud laugh as Y/N dramatically reached out for him, still too lazy to actually sit up. He rolled his eyes but finally gave in, stepping closer to the bed. Y/N immediately grabbed his wrist and buried her face against his arm, inhaling deeply.

"Mmmm. Husband scent. High-quality. Five stars. Would recommend."

"You're unbelievable."

"And yet, you still married me."

Jinwoo shook his head with a chuckle, leaning down to press a quick kiss to her forehead. "Go back to sleep, weirdo."

Y/N hummed in satisfaction, already halfway there. "Don’t forget to bring back snacks."

Jinwoo sighed, shaking his head as he left. Life with Y/N was a daily battle of keeping his composure—and he was absolutely losing. But, honestly? He wouldn't have it any other way.

Just as he straightened up to leave, Y/N suddenly yanked him back down, her grip firm and mischievous. Before he could protest, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him fully onto the bed.

"Actually, scratch that—you're my morning snack."

Jinwoo barely had time to react before Y/N pressed her lips to his, warm and inviting. What started as a teasing peck quickly escalated, her hands sliding into his neatly styled hair, utterly ruining his earlier efforts. Jinwoo groaned, his restraint crumbling as he melted into her touch. His fingers trailed down to her thighs and into her back, pulling her closer, his morning plans slipping further from his mind.

The kisses turned deeper, messier, her body pressing into his in a way that had Jinwoo’s thoughts completely derailing. His hands instinctively gripped her waist, a low growl escaping him as she nipped at his lip.

"Y/N..." he murmured against her lips, his voice low with warning—and growing desperation.

"Mmm?" she hummed, her lazy smirk evident even without looking. "You're already dressed up so nice... might as well make a mess of it."

Jinwoo let out a deep breath, his forehead pressing against hers. "You’re gonna be the death of me."

She grinned. "What a way to go, though."

Jinwoo was about to fully surrender when—

"WAAAAAHHH!"

Both of them froze. The sudden wailing from the baby monitor shattered the moment like a sledgehammer through glass.

Suho’s cries echoed from his room, the unmistakable demand of a hungry toddler: "Milk!!"

Jinwoo groaned, flopping onto Y/N in pure agony. "No. No. Just one more minute. Just one—"

Y/N burst out laughing but patted his cheek in mock sympathy. "Our prince calls. You know how this works."

Jinwoo let out a long, suffering groan, rolling onto his back with an arm dramatically over his face. "I swear he has spidey senses for this."

Y/N sat up, stretching before hopping off the bed. "Well, I gotta feed my baby. You—" she waved vaguely at his utterly ruined suit, "—have fun fixing... that."

Jinwoo stared at his reflection in the mirror, hair disheveled, tie pulled loose, his once crisp outfit now looking like he’d fought off a hurricane. He sighed, dragging a hand down his face as Y/N left the room, still giggling.

"Ruined mood. Ruined suit. Ruined life," he muttered to himself as he begrudgingly redid his attire. "This is my villain origin story."

From the hallway, Y/N called out, "Oh, and don't forget to bring back snacks!"

Jinwoo exhaled sharply through his nose, shaking his head before smirking. "One day, I'm getting my revenge."

But for now... fatherhood called.

The day started like any other.

A simple grocery run. Nothing more, nothing less.

Jinwoo drove while Y/N sat in the passenger seat, scrolling through her phone, looking for "new dessert recipes that will make my husband spend more money."

Suho sat in the back, swinging his legs. “Mommy, I want to get ice cream!”

Y/N nodded. “Of course, baby.” She turned to Jinwoo. “Honey, Suho wants ice cream.”

Jinwoo side-eyed her. “You just want ice cream too.”

Y/N gasped dramatically. “How dare you accuse me of—okay, yes, I do.”

Jinwoo shook his head with a small smile.

But before their playful banter could continue—

BOOM.

A heavy shockwave rattled the streets, causing car alarms to blare. A dark portal, pulsating with eerie energy, tore open in the middle of the city.

It was different. Bigger. Unstable. And wrong.

The atmosphere shifted. Shadows moved unnaturally. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath.

Jinwoo instantly braked the car.

Y/N tensed. “What the hell is that…?”

From the depths of his kingdom, Jinwoo’s elite shadows emerged, materializing in dark tendrils around them.

Igris. Beru. Bellion.

All stood alert, weapons drawn, waiting for their king’s orders.

But one among them—lurking deeper in the shadows—felt something primal stir.

A low, guttural growl rumbled in the air.

Fenrir.

The monstrous shadow wolf, a predator feared by even the strongest, lowered his body, his fur bristling. His golden eyes gleamed with something far worse than bloodlust—

Recognition.

“…This presence…” Fenrir snarled, his voice a low thunder in Jinwoo’s mind. “This… should not exist.”

Jinwoo’s eyes darkened. “What do you mean?”

Fenrir’s claws dug into the pavement. “I have fought this before. And I killed it.”

Jinwoo stepped forward, assessing the portal, his instincts screaming at him.

Something unnatural lurked beyond that threshold.

Behind him, Y/N instinctively shielded Suho, pressing the boy against her side. “Jin… I don’t like this.”

Suho, however, had wide eyes filled with awe and confusion.

It was his first time seeing something like this.

Jinwoo glanced back. His gaze softened—only for a second.

“…Take Suho home,” he told Y/N, his tone firm but gentle.

Y/N tightened her grip on their son, but she knew.

Jinwoo could handle anything. Without breaking a sweat.

Even so—

“Be careful,” she murmured.

Jinwoo smirked. “Always.”

Just as he turned back toward the portal—

“SUHO!!”

Y/N’ scream shattered the air.

Jinwoo’s body snapped around—

His blood ran cold.

Suho—his son—

Was glowing.

A golden light pulsed from his tiny frame, swirling around him like an unseen force had awakened.

His small form flickered, his eyes wide in shock.

“D-Daddy?” Suho whimpered.

Then—

He turned into a golden orb.

And was ripped into the portal.

“NO!!!” Y/N lunged forward, but it happened too fast—too fast—she barely grasped at the light before it was gone.

She fell forward, her hands slamming against the empty air where her child had just been.

Her breath hitched.

No.

No.

NO.

Her baby.

Her world.

Gone.

Jinwoo moved.

He RAN.

But the portal swallowed itself shut—

Right before he could reach them.

A deafening silence followed.

Y/N—**still on her knees—**stared at her empty hands.

Trembling.

Disbelief.

Terror.

Jinwoo stood frozen.

His heart pounded violently in his chest.

His hands curled into shaking fists.

Fenrir’s deep voice rumbled once more.

“…This should not be possible.”

And then—

Y/N broke.

“SUHO!!!”

Her scream shook the heavens.

Panic erupted.

Bystanders screamed, scrambling away in fear. The sheer unnaturalness of what had just happened sent shockwaves through the crowd.

“D-Did you see that?!”

“A child—he just disappeared!”

“Oh my god, what if we’re next?! Someone call the Hunter Association!”

Phones were pulled out. People ran. The entire city block was descending into chaos.

But for Jinwoo and Y/N—

Time had stopped.

The moment Suho was ripped from them, their entire world collapsed.

Wide eyes. Ragged breathing. Stunned silence.

Their son—

Their baby.

GONE.

A heartbeat.

Two.

Then—

They moved.

Instantly.

Y/N ripped her scythe out of thin air. The moment it touched her hand, a violent surge of energy erupted. Her eyes glowed dangerously, pure rage and desperation flooding her veins.

Jinwoo blurred into shadowed movement, his mana surging violently as he aimed for the portal—

But it was already closing.

Y/N didn’t hesitate.

With a feral snarl, she swung her scythe.

Tear.

RIP.

The blade shredded through the collapsing portal, splitting the unstable energy apart forcibly.

Space screamed in resistance, but Y/N didn’t care.

Didn’t give a damn.

SHE WOULD NOT LOSE HER BABY.

“FENRIR!”

Her voice thundered.

And from the abyss of shadows—

A monstrous wolf erupted.

Golden eyes. Fangs like swords. A beast feared by gods.

Fenrir lunged forward, lowering his body, ready.

Y/N vaulted onto his back, gripping his thick fur.

The wolf howled, and in an instant—

They charged through the ripped portal.

Jinwoo blurred beside them, faster than light. Shadows poured from his form, a storm of darkness and fury as he followed them into the unknown.

The last thing the world saw—

Was the Shadow Monarch and his furious Queen, vanishing into a rift that should have never existed.

And then—

They were gone.

As soon as they crossed the threshold, the world twisted.

It wasn’t like stepping into a normal dungeon.

It wasn’t like stepping into anything Jinwoo or Y/N had ever encountered before.

The moment they entered—

They were pulled.

Yanked.

Their bodies stretched and compressed through an unnatural force, like being thrown into the deepest part of the ocean—except there was no water.

Only void.

Only darkness.

Fenrir snarled as he felt the pressure crushing against his body, but he pushed forward, forcing his way through.

Jinwoo’s shadows flickered erratically, responding to something they could not control.

Y/N gritted her teeth, gripping Fenrir tighter. “This is—wrong.”

Jinwoo’s eyes darted around, sharp and calculating.

Something was dragging them to an unknown location.

This wasn’t a portal that led to another dungeon.

This was something else.

And in the distance—

A golden light.

Suho.

The golden orb that was once their son floated in the distance, trapped within shifting layers of space.

Y/N’ breath hitched.

“THERE!”

Jinwoo moved first.

A shadowed blur—unstoppable.

He reached for the orb—

But his fingers phased through it.

His eyes widened. “What—?”

Y/N followed immediately after, throwing herself forward—but her hands met nothing.

Like it wasn’t real.

Like it was just a reflection.

Her stomach dropped.

Fenrir stopped abruptly, his fur bristling. His golden eyes locked onto something beyond the light.

“…We are not alone.”

Jinwoo and Y/N snapped their heads up.

And there—

From the shifting void, a figure emerged.

Tall. Impossible. A being shrouded in something neither light nor darkness.

Something ancient.

Something wrong.

Jinwoo’s eyes narrowed. His entire being screamed danger.

Y/N clutched her scythe, her heart pounding.

And then—

The being spoke.

“You should not be here.”

A wave of force exploded outward—

And reality shattered.

But Jinwoo refused to be pushed back.

In that moment, his power surged. Shadows billowed around him, twisting and forming an unbreakable domain that swallowed the force of the void whole.

Jinwoo’s eyes burned with authority.

“Absolute Dominion.”

The void trembled.

The oppressive force that had tried to consume them froze in place. The chaotic winds stilled, the fabric of space itself bending to Jinwoo’s will.

Even the strange entity before them hesitated.

Y/N could feel it—

The absolute command. The presence of a monarch beyond monarchs.

But something was wrong.

Y/N’ breath hitched as a sudden heaviness settled over her body. Her mind felt foggy, her thoughts slipping away like sand through fingers. It was as if she was experiencing fleeting moments of memory loss, each time struggling to grasp onto reality.

Jinwoo stepped forward. His voice was low, filled with unshakable authority.

“You will give me back my son.”

And the void obeyed.

The golden orb pulsed in response, and suddenly, the darkness around them shifted. The once chaotic currents of energy parted, revealing a single, narrow path through the void.

Jinwoo and Y/N exchanged a look before stepping forward, following the revealed passage.

Fenrir’s fur bristled as he walked alongside them, his growls deepening. His golden eyes darted around the path, his muscles tense.

“…I know this place,” Fenrir muttered, his voice low and uncertain.

Jinwoo frowned. “Explain.”

The great wolf let out a slow breath. “Something I encountered in the past—something that should no longer exist.” His gaze darkened. “We are walking into the belly of something ancient.”

Y/N clenched her scythe. “Then we’d better be ready.”

Ahead of them, Suho’s light flickered—guiding them deeper into the unknown.

As they followed the glowing path, the air grew heavier. Shadows twisted unnaturally, forming shapes that whispered in voices they couldn't understand. Y/N felt a cold shiver run down her spine, her vision momentarily blurring. Her grip on her scythe tightened.

What… is happening to me?

Suddenly, Fenrir stopped, his ears perked. A low, guttural growl rumbled from his chest.

Jinwoo immediately went on guard, his shadows flaring behind him. “What is it?”

Fenrir bared his fangs. “We are being watched.”

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[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

The Polar Express, 2004

Pairing: Buck x Reader

Word count: 3k

Notes: I don’t think you understand the phone shit I’m going through right now, especially with how I only write on my phone it hurts my FEELINGS so yeah this is not edited and I’ve done my best okay I literally am currently finishing it as I’m typing this

Buck stands at the counter, tapping his fingers against the smooth marble.

“Okay… the cookies are in, the bread is proofing, the cake is cooling, the scones have another 10 or so minutes until they’re ready to be iced…”

He scrolls on his iPad, reading through all his notes and recipes. He was stressed, incredibly stressed, he’d hesitantly asked Athena two weeks ago if he could host Secret Santa and then they’d all migrate over to her place for dinner and presents.

She graciously agreed, it gave her more time to get everything ready and less to stress about on Christmas Day. But now here he is, at one in the morning, the kitchen is a disaster zone that he’s disappointed in because he always cleans as he goes, the cookies aren’t going to have anywhere to cool if he doesn’t get cleaning and he hasn’t even started on buttercream.

Why the hell he thought this was a good idea he doesn’t freaking know, he doesn’t know why he volunteered, he doesn’t know why he put himself through this he doesn’t know why the bag of powdered sugar is on the floor, he doesn’t-

He jumps a little, he hadn’t even heard you pad softly down the stairs, he hadn’t heard you trying to get his attention. It’s like everything just stops as soon as you put your arms around his waist, your hands coming to rest on his chest.

“Buck? You in there?” You ask quietly, you sound sleepy. He takes a deep breath and turns in your arms

“Hey baby” He smiles softly, leaning down to kiss your nose “Did I wake you?”

“Nah, kinda woke up on my own” You rest your chin on his chest, blinking sleepily “You okay?”

“I’m fine, really”

You pull back a little, giving him a skeptical look. His disheveled appearance screams anything but fine. The mess around the kitchen is a little cry for help to sort through the mess that is his anxiety right now.

He just wanted everyone to be proud.

You pull away from him and go over to the little hooks in the corner, grabbing your small pink apron and tying it around you. You grab the matching pink scrunchie with it and pull your hair back.

“What do you need from me, Chef?”

“It would be a big help if you helped me clean up a bit? Maybe watched the cookie timer? And then helped me dip the scones when they’re ready and-“

You come over to the counter and start collecting everything and moving it to the sink, you stand on your toes as you pass and he bends down to peck your lips

“One at a time baby boy,” You tell him calmly “We can handle this”

He melts as you kick your stool in front of the sink and dump everything in to start washing. He always made fun of you for it, but it was easier to rinse from higher up okay.

He sits back for a moment, watching you clean the dishes without any complaining, just…getting straight to work to help him out. He comes over and wraps his arms around your waist, burying his face in the back of your neck

“I love you, so fucking much” He mumbles and you smile, leaning into him a little

“I love you too, you’re doing really good Buck. They’re gonna be really impressed”

“I’m just, I’m so worried things won’t turn out”

“You’re seriously talented Evan,” You tell him, glaring at him a little “Don’t let your brain tell you any different”

“Easier said than done” He reaches forward, taking the dish from you and rinsing it

“This would be way sexier if you were helping me with the bread earlier”

You snicker and push him back a little, grabbing the dish and setting it on the rack

“Just start on your buttercream weirdo”

He takes a clean bowl and sets it up on the stand mixer, with you helping keep things clean suddenly his mind isn’t as cluttered, the cookie timer goes off and he doesn’t even have a chance to turn around before you’re pulling them out and setting them down on the counter space you’d cleared for them.

You check on the cake for him as he’s getting the bread into the oven next and then start on the glaze for the scones. He’s watching you mix it by hand while his buttercream goes in the stand mixer and his heart aches at the sight of you, you’ve got bubbles in your hair from the dishes and a little dash of powdered sugar across your face. You smell like fresh lemons and sweet raspberry scones, and god do you look good enough to eat… he doesn’t miss the tiny pajama shorts you’re wearing and one of his large t-shirts slightly tucked into it.

You reach over and pull the little lever to stop the stand mixer and he blinks rapidly

“You’re gonna over mix it” You warn him before going back to your glaze, he looks down at his perfect vanilla butter cream, his perfect raspberry scones you’re dipping and his perfect cake sitting on the counter waiting to be iced.

And then he looks at his perfect you, and suddenly everything isn’t so bad anymore… that anxious tension between his shoulder blades is gone, that slight tremor that nearly ruined his royal icing borders from a batch of cookies earlier is gone…

“What are you doing?” You watch as he puts the crumb-coated-cake into the fridge, lays a tea towel over the cookies and puts the rest of his dishes into the dishwasher

“We can finish those in the morning, it won’t take long”

You set another scone onto the tray and he hands you the next one, his body pressing against yours, soft and warm…and something hard pressing into your side

“I think you forgot to take one of your spatulas from your apron” you chuckle as you swirl the scone through the creamy white glaze and set it on the tray. Buck pushes your hand away as you reach for another and he reaches into the bowl, scooping up some of the sticky, white, mixture.

“Hey! I’ve still got four-“

Your words are cut off as he slides his fingers into your mouth, his lips ghost over the shell of your ear as he pulls you closer to him

“Clean ‘em up for me baby”

You do as he says, running your tongue over his fingers and sucking them clean, he kisses your neck softly, fucking your mouth with them before pulling them away with a wet pop.

“Good girl”

He unties your apron, setting it aside before taking your shirt off next, his hands come up your sides, leaving a trail of flour. He palms your breasts running his thumbs over your nipples and you let out a shuddering sigh as they pebble under the cool air and his touch

“Every day I fall more and more in love with you” He mumbles, kissing you with a heated passion, his tongue slipping past your lips as you gasp. He grabs your hips tighter and sits you on the counter, stepping between your legs

“I know what you mean” you reach behind you, twirling the honey wand before pulling it back out and letting the sticky substance drip down over your breasts

His eyes widen as he watches the golden liquid trickle down your chest, pooling in your cleavage. He licks his lips, his cock twitching with anticipation.

“Fuck, that's hot” he breathes, his hands trembling slightly as he reaches out to trace a finger through the honey, gathering it up before bringing it to his mouth.

“Mmm, you taste even sweeter than I imagined” he murmurs, his tongue swirling around his finger.

He leans down, his tongue darting out to lap at the honey on your skin, his hands cupping your breasts and kneading them gently. He takes his time, savoring every drop, his hot breath ghosting over your sensitive skin.

His hands reach down, tugging on your panties and you lift your hips as he pulls them off. He runs his fingers through your soaked folds teasingly

“So fuckin’ wet for me already, aren’t you?”

He slips his fingers inside you, his thumb rubbing against your clit and you pant softly, leaning back on your elbows as he fucks you, his fingers curl upward and you gasp desperately, letting your head fall back, pressing your back into the flour covered counters. Your hands come up to tug at the roots of your hair, sugar sticking to your forearms as he works you open with his fingers. He pulls his fingers away, licking them clean and you whimper at the empty feeling

“Shhh baby” He drops his basketball shorts and his cock springs out, hard and thick, the tip leaking precum already. It drips down from the tip of his cock and you lick your lips as he steps onto your little stool

“Arent you already tall enough??” You poke at him and he grabs your hips, dragging you to his cock. He rubs his tip through your glistening lips, staring into your eyes with so much love and adoration.

“Just gives me a better angle to make love to you” He rocks his hips, shallowly thrusting the tip in and you gasp, biting your lip.

“You’re so pretty baby” He teases your clit again, rubbing slow torturous circles until he finally slowly pushes forward, his cock sliding deep inside your tight walls. He groans at the sensation, his eyes rolling back in pleasure and you sigh dreamily, your eyes rolling back too.

He sets a slower pace, flour covered hands leaving prints behind as he thrusts slow and hard, his hips kissing yours each time. He growls lowly, a primal noise coming from his chest as he works you on his cock.

His hands roam your body, caressing your tits, your stomach, your thighs, leaving trails of flour and sugar in their wake. He picks up the pace, his hips snapping against yours, the intense sound filling the kitchen and echoing in your ears as he slowly starts to lose control

“Holy shit, Buck” You pant, arching your back up and moaning for him, your heart pounds in your ears in time with his thrusts and you slowly remember the reason you’re always so gone for him

He moans deeply, placing his palms flat on the counter and rutting into you and you whimper with each thrust, your mind spinning at the way he fills you up.

“I want, I want to try something” He pulls out slowly, his chest heaving as he rubs his thumb through your soaked folds. You squirm underneath him and his finger keeps going, your eyes nearly pop out of your head as he pushes against that tight ring of muscle

“You think it’s been too long since we…?” He manhandles you onto your stomach, helping you place your knees on the counter

“N-no I think- I think I could handle that”

“You really think so?” He reaches forward and you just see a jar disappearing from your peripheral vision “I don’t wanna push you”

You put your forehead against your hands waiting with bated breath, his hand slides over your ass, pulling your cheeks apart and your back arches deeper. What he doesn’t know is that this was definitely going to be apart of his Christmas present this year and you’d been wearing a plug all week before taking it out before bed.

“Jesus you’re gonna give me a heart attack with the way you’re presenting yourself” He chuckles lightly. You hear a soft “tink” before you feel the sweet honey dripping over your ass, he moans as it slides down over your pretty, puffy lips and he can’t take it anymore.

You squeak as he dives in, your ass spread wide as he licks at your hole, his moans vibrate up your spine and pretty soon you’re moaning with him. He pulls away, drizzling a little more honey over your hole and kissing your cheek before pulling your legs down so you’re hanging off the counter.

“You ready for me baby?” He spreads your cheeks again and spits, and you squeak. He gives your ass a little smack, smirking

“Earth to bunny”

“I’m ready” you punctuate your words with a little shake of your hips and he takes the honey wand again, drizzling some over his cock and stroking it slowly before lining himself up. He taps your cheek lovingly before pushing into you carefully.

Your jaw drops slowly at the intense pressure as he slides into you. He groans loudly, his palms sliding over your body as he lays against you, his chest firm against your back.

“Feels so g-good Bunny” his hips stutter as he tries to keep from plowing right into you. He works you on his cock slowly, getting you used to his size again and you lay plastered against the counter, moaning softly and taking everything he’s giving you.

“You think you can take me harder baby? Faster?” His teeth are gritted, like he’s fighting even harder now to hold back and that sends a thrill right down to your core. He feels so impossibly big in your ass, stretching you in a way he hasn’t in a good while.

“I can handle it” You reassure him again, eagerly moving your hips on his cock and he grins wickedly

“Thats my slutty little Bunny”

He takes it slow for a minute, working you up to a faster pace before you’re making little squeaking sounds again with every rough thrust. His hands leave sticky fingerprints behind, marking your body with all the dirty things he’s doing to you. He drizzles more honey over his cock as he thrusts in and out, moaning at the little tendrils that stick you together over and over.

You reach out, holding onto the heavy stand mixer to brace yourself as he pins you down to the counter, his hand on the back of your neck

“You're so fucking sexy like this, spread out for me, taking my cock like a good little slut” he growls, his words filthy and degrading, but filled with a twisted sort of affection.

You babble in response and it just drives him crazier, he holds your hips in hands, definitely leaving behind bruises that you absolutely welcome.

Your eyes roll back and you dig your head into the counter, he reaches backward awkwardly for a second and rips a towel from the stove, he leans forward pushing inside you deeper and you cry out his name, your legs shaking.

“I’m sorry baby” he snickers, lifting your head gently and putting the towel underneath it, it’s not much but it’s something. His movements become a bit slower, deeper, and you grip that stand mixer with everything left in you as he makes love to you. His hand slides over your torso, his fingers rubbing your clit slowly, and you let out a shuddering little sigh

“There’s my pretty girl, nothin’ in that head of yours but my cock huh? Love it when you get this way”

You nod dumbly at him and he groans, his head falling back as his hips smack into yours rougher, his finger start rubbing your clit faster and you arch your back and bring your knees to your chest. He holds them in place, hissing at how tight you are around him, his pace becomes erratic again as he loses his mind inside you.

He messily places your hand over your clit and sinks his fingers inside you. You shriek as he plunges his cock in and out of your ass, his fingers working in tandem in your pussy

“Come on bunny, fuck cum for me please, I need to see you fall apart first please bunny please”

His whiny, begging, tone sends you over the edge as you scream his name, tears streaming down your face as your back arches fully off the counter and you squirt over his fingers, he moans your name loudly as he finishes inside you, fucking his cum as deeply as he can into you. He rolls his hips with each thrust before holding it inside you, pushing into you.

You lay on the counter stunned, your body shaking as you let your body turn to jelly underneath him. You weakly wipe at the tears on your face and he steps down off the stool, sliding you off the counter with him and staggers over to the couch. He plops down heavily onto it, before letting his body fall slump down, keeping his arms tightly around you.

You lay together for a while, panting softly in his neck while he rubs your back soothingly, occasionally placing weak little kisses to your temple. He can’t move very much either after that and neither of you have a problem with this.

He’s distractedly humming underneath the tree when he suddenly shifts a little, getting you both more comfy

“I think I broke my dick”

You snort into his chest as he grabs the blanket from the back of the couch and tosses it haphazardly over the two of you.

“I don’t think you broke your dick” you tell him and he scoffs

“How would you know? It’s inside you, you can’t see it!”

“Okay. By that logic, neither can you. Buck I think we’d know if you broke your dick… if that’s even possible”

“Oh it is, I’ve seen it before” his eyes close and you lift your head, looking at his peaceful expression as he starts to fall asleep.

“You’ve seen a broken dick before???”

Suddenly his bread alarm goes off and he jumps, accidentally knocking you off of him and onto the floor.

“My bread!!”

“My kidneys”

[covetyou]

egg hunt

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pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader rating: Explicit (18+ only!) warnings: oral sex (m! receiving), balls, questionable use of sex toys, semi-public blowjobs, eggs, Joel is a giant bunny, feelings, misunderstandings leading to angst. word count: 5.9k summary: Catching Joel dressed as a giant rabbit in your backyard wasn't on your bingo card for things to happen to you this year. But, what waits for you beneath the bunny suit, and in his basket, aren't the only surprises you'll have tonight.

A/N: truth be told I find eggs genuinely, criminally funny in every possible way, as well as disgusting, so happy Easter!

These egg things are hilarious, but also not nearly as fun as they seem, though if I'd had the genius idea to stick 'em on some balls I imagine I would've had a much better time tbh.

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You almost don't notice, too busy shoving your cup harshly against the ice dispenser before taking a long, deep, gulp of the cold liquid. But then you see it, and it's not the shock of cold to your esophagus that makes your eyes widen, spluttering icy water before sucking in a desperate breath.

No. It's the ghostly white figure rummaging around in your backyard on all fours.

You duck down just as it stands, holding on tightly to the counter edge with both hands, before crawling to the backdoor to check it's locked, keeping you safely inside away from whatever this thing was. But, just as you reach for the latch, the creature stands on two legs, stretching back with two thick arms on its waist.

The figure is broad, and tall, and... dressed in what appears to be a giant bunny onesie. Even with it's head covered in a white hood, bunny ears flapping as the creature bends and moves, you know what it is. Who it is. You'd recognize those shoulders just about anywhere, and no one else would pull something like this at 9pm on a Sunday.

It had been weeks since you last saw him, but you can't say that was a surprise - what you had wasn't exactly a regular thing, if it could be called a thing at all. That doesn't mean you hadn't been hoping for it, counting down the days to the next holiday in hopes you'd see him again - There was no denying your disappointment St. Patrick's day came and went with no sign of a leprechaun and a pot of gold. Now, he was finally here, dressed head to toe in a bunny suit, doing fuck knows what to your lawn.

"The fucker..."

Unlocking the door, you slink out into the night, sliding it closed behind you before creeping across the yard. This was new, getting to be the one to surprise him. He may have been in your yard, but with each soft step of your foot on the grass it looked like you were finally going to one up him.

But then he turns around, looking toward the house and seemingly straight through you for a moment...

Before his eyes focus on you in the dark, and everything in his hands goes tumbling to the ground as he practically leaps out of his bunny suit.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ."

"We've got to stop meeting like this," you say watching Joel's giant bunny ears flap in the air with his movement as he bends, reaching down to the grass to pick up the basket he dropped.

"You half scared the shit outta me, what're you doin' out here?" he grumbles as he rights himself.

"What are you doing out here? It's my yard. You Bunny Joel this time?" you joke, crossing your arms over your chest in a not-so-smooth attempt to cover yourself. Getting properly dressed had been the last thing on your mind when you stumbled down the stairs, legs still jelly and head still fuzzy from post-orgasm bliss. The only thought that registered was how damn thirsty you were as you tugged a worn, old shirt over your head and made your way to the kitchen. It wasn't cool enough to blame the temperature shift on your quickly puckering nipples, and you didn't feel like explaining where your panties were or why your thighs were simultaneously sticky and slippery. You're just grateful you put on anything at all, and at the very least it was long enough to cover your ass.

Joel smirks, your fruitless attempt at modesty not going unnoticed. "Ain't no regular bunny, darlin'. I'm the Easter Bunny."

"And the difference is...?"

"Eggs."

You laugh, folding yourself over a little as you giggle into the night. The whole get up really is ridiculous enough on its own, yet here you are discussing the nuances of being a giant bunny with a man more fond of playing dress up than anyone else you'd ever met.

"Eggs?"

You spot them as soon as the word leaves your mouth - four colorful eggs sat neatly in his basket, and another nestled into your flowerbed. Only, they don't look like normal eggs at all. Squinting in the dark, the yard lit only by shitty solar lights you'd bought online last summer, you can make out the neat patterns swirled all over them. This was not the handiwork of some enthusiastic child dying eggs for Easter - they looked professionally painted. Joel shakes the basket at you as you continue to squint at it, and you realise not a single one has cracked or broken, even after being dropped on the floor.

"What are they? Egg shaped bouncy balls?"

"Got some balls right here if you're really that interested," he jokes, looking obscene as he waggles his eyebrows at you beneath the hood of the bunny onesie. "Here, they're just these... things. My brother got 'em for me as a joke, it's a long story."

He passes you one of the eggs, the surface smooth and cool in your hand. There's writing on it that you can just about make out, but you still have no clue what you're holding as you turn it around in your palm.

Sensing your confusion, Joel offers a choice gesture, as he explains that they're for "Y'know."

It clicks. Well, sort of. You know for sure then that they're not something you could sneak away for some solo playtime, like with the plug he dutifully left on by your bedside so many weeks ago but maybe, like the contraptions Joel had strapped over his balls your last two encounters, you could enjoy them together.

"Wait, so... you're giving me a thing for anatomy I don't even have?"

"No it's not like that, I just thought - I, well, shit."

"I'm just fuckin' with you, Bunny Joel. Though giving me a gift that's really a gift for yourself is a bit of a dick move."

"Ain't a dick move if you like 'em, sweetheart. And it's Easter Bunny Joel," he corrects with a wink, smiling at you as he drops the basket on the ground to pull at his neck tie. The man looks good in pink, you think, as he fiddles with the floppy satin.

"Y'know, Easter Bunny Joel doesn't quite roll off the tongue."

"Don't it?"

"Nope," you say with a pop, pinching the material of Joel's Bunny onesie to feel the fabric between your finger tips as your roll the egg across the palm of your other hand. "Think you need a better name than that."

"Okay, I'll bite. What you got in mind?"

You're walking your fingers down his chest now, dancing them in a criss-cross pattern across the fastenings at the front of the suit until you reach his hip and slowly you drag the tips of your fingers closer to his crotch until you're cupping his bulge. You wouldn't say he's entirely flaccid, there's certainly something there, but the length of him still feels pliable beneath your hand as you stroke over the front of his costume.

"I was thinking... Flopsy," you say with a squeeze of your palm against his cock, biting back a laugh when you hear him hiss a breath of night air through his teeth.

"Real funny."

"What? If you're committed to the bit, I can be too," and before he can protest you slip the fingers of your free hand between the fastenings on the front of his suit. You can feel his skin underneath, hot and sticky, trapped beneath the synthetic fabric of the bunny costume. At the very least, he's topless under there, and eager to find out more, you quickly yank at the front, grinning devilishly at Joel as the fabric pops open slightly.

"You really wanna be gettin' into this out here?"

"You scared, Flopsy?" you say, with another squeeze to his now much harder cock. "That side is up for sale, and Janet is out of town until Tuesday. No one's seeing anything. Unless you're scared someone might hear something... but I guess you'll just have to keep quiet."

"F- you're gonna be the death of me, darlin'," he mutters, pulling at his pink tie so it hangs loosely around his neck, giving him better movement to look down at your hand where it strokes his cock over the soft plush of the rabbit costume.

You tug again at the suit and with a rapid pop pop pop, the remaining fastenings hiding his chest from you pull open, revealing him to you and... he's a mess. From the neck down he's covered in streaks of paint, multicolored blooms splattered across him, dusting his ribs like a rainbow of bruises.

"Kid had some powder paint stuff - y'know that festival of color thing? Well, kid had some left after a party with a friend from school... had a little fight in the yard earlier before I dropped her back with her mom for the week," he explains quickly, rubbing a hand nervously against his chest and smearing the splattered rainbow there. You make a mental note, adding has a kid to the very short list of confirmed facts you know about Joel. It's not exactly a surprise revelation, all things considered - the costumes had to come from somewhere, and most grown men don't just have fairy wings and toy bows and arrows lying around.

"Well, Flopsy, you make a mighty fine canvas, but I think I might need a hand with this."

The egg you'd been turning in your hand is deposited back into his grasp just as you tug him forward giving him a peck on the chin and you look expectantly up at him. Joel knows he shouldn't pull you toward him and kiss you out here, he thinks he knows that the expectant look is nothing to do with kissing him and everything to do with the egg in his hand, but he does anyway. Slotting his mouth against yours, he pulls you into his chest, the sweat of his skin transfering blotches of paint from his chest to your old shirt. But you don't care, holding yourself tighter to him, pushing your fingers underneath his hood to card them through his hair. Joel groans into your mouth when your fingertips rub at his scalp. You're in half a mind to call him such a good bunny but the air, and the thought, is knocked out of you the next second when he presses a hand against your ass, pulling you further into him so he can grind his hardened length against your lower belly.

It's been far too long since someone held you against them like this, and far too long since Joel had had someone like you in his arms. As he kisses and kisses you, you're starting to feel more and more insane, and maybe you are - maybe accepting this man into your home with such regularity is the mark of insanity, some kind of as-of-yet undiscovered syndrome that's going to be named after you.

Eventually, you muster the strength to pull away, slapping a hand gently to his chest and nodding down to the egg gripped in his fist. You're eager to see it in action, even if you still can't quite picture what it is.

"C'mon, open it for me. Gotta properly thank the Easter Bunny for bringing me Easter eggs."

Joel slips the wrapper of the egg, something you never could've figured out on your own without decent lighting to guide your way, and presses a thumb into the side of it, popping the top off the egg in one smooth movement.

Before he can hand it to you, you slip down to your knees, bare shins resting against the cool, damp grass. It's a beautiful clear night, no trace of the moon in sight just yet, but the glimmer of stars sparkling relentlessly overhead regardless. You hadn't noticed how hot you'd gotten, but being around Joel always seemed to do this to you. Your cheeks felt hot, your heart beat faster, and your head felt slightly dizzy - the result of it emptying itself of all thoughts except the ones that made you make questionable decisions it seemed. Of course, this time the heat wasn't just from proximity, but from that damned fabric of his costume, the synthetic fibers making you feel sweaty as you held onto him. The grass beneath you is a welcome relief against your warm skin, sending the fine hairs on your body prickling at the sensation.

"This how you say thank you to everyone? On your knees?"

"It's how I say thank you to giant bunnies, Joel," you quip back, pressing a kiss to the softness of his belly. You litter a string of kisses down the trail of hair until you reach the boundary of the bunny suit. Whether he's commando or you have another layer to get through, you don't yet know, but you waste no time finding out. With the hook of your finger and a final swift pull, the last fastenings burst open, revealing Joel's heavy length straining against the front of his boxers. Where his tip tents the fabric, a darker patch blooms, turning the gray practically black with precum.

In your dreams, and there had been many of them, it didn't go like this. Dream you rarely went three rounds with themselves before Joel popped up to come fuck her brains out. Dream you was clever. And, as good as your solo session this evening was, you can't help but have a little regret for ruining yourself before the surprise main event. It was like eating a big meal right before someone suggested getting pizza. You could (and damn well would) eat pizza, but you couldn't enjoy it the same way. Pizza or Joel, you were going to savor it as best you could.

"Such a tease, Flopsy," you murmur as you kiss across his covered cock, nuzzling your face into it and watching in glee as his hand grips the opened egg that little bit tighter. Your fingers are pulling again, this time tugging down at his waistband. Joel is in half a mind to rid the egg of its shell and use the damn thing as a stress ball. It had been too long since last time, and since he last came two fucking days ago, to be seeing you on your knees for him in that flimsy t-shirt. It felt like a gift from the heavens and divine retribution wrapped up in one you shaped package.

As you pull his cock from the confines of his boxers, feeling the deep pulse of the blood in his veins as you wrap your fingers around him, you can't believe your luck at getting to see it in the flesh again. As brilliantly as your mind can concoct the image of it, the reality of it is so much better than any fantasy. Before you let yourself get lost in it, you reach for Joel's hand, grabbing the egg back from him and watching the top fall to the ground and roll across your lawn.

"It stretches. Goes over and you just - uh - stroke with it I guess."

The inside is far from what you expected. You almost find it gross, the translucent white interior far squishier than you expected that it'd be bordering on slimey if it was wet too. Joel laughs down at you, seeing your face as you try to work out what the fuck you're holding, pulling it free from the rest of the shell and seeing a hole stuffed with a plastic tube. You can see what he means now, and you let a soft oh fall from your lips as you tug the tube filled with a sachet of lube from the middle of the toy. You feel inside, running your fingers over soft ridges, and you can only imagine how nice it must feel sliding wetly up and down a cock and, not for the first time in your life, you wish you could experience it yourself. But, the next best thing is right in front of you, and that'll have to do.

"These feel good?" you ask, his eyes turning glassy as you examine the inside of the stroker while your hand still tugs slowly up and down his cock.

Joel sighs deeply, nodding down at you, the obscene bunny ears still flopping on his head with each movement. "S'good. Nothin' like the real deal but, yeah. Feel nice."

Gripping Joel's cock in your fist, you begin to stroke gently up and down, sliding his foreskin back and forth until he's steely hard beneath your palm. The solar lights are starting to dim, their charge from the day already running out, but you can still see the dusky red tip, and the blue of the vein that runs down his shaft. You squish the toy in your other hand, the temptation to taste too strong to just leave all the fun to the squishy silicone. So, you press a delicate kiss right to the tip.

"Oh fuck," Joel hisses.

"Missed it," you confess on your knees with another kiss.

"Yeah? Well, s'all yours." Mine.

"Really? Your bunny wife not going to chase me out of my own yard?"

"Know damn well I ain't got a wife, I ain't the cheatin' kind, darlin', don't you worry."

And that admission alone sends your aching cunt throbbing between your legs, wishing even more desperately now that you weren't completely wrecked and oversensitive from your ill-timed playtime upstairs.

"Good," is all you say before taking his head in your mouth with a swirl of your tongue, a satisfied moan vibrating against his tip as you taste him properly for the first time in 4 months. "I've been thinking about doing this."

"Yeah? Been thinking about sucking my cock?"

"Mhm."

"Shit."

A simple continuous swirl of your tongue and small bob of your head was apparently enough to have him gripping his hands into tight fists, clearly fighting some internal demons to keep himself from coming so soon. Your mind absolutely fizzes with it, that this man wants you, likes what you do to him so much that you can have such an affect on him. And when you suck lightly, his head tips back so far the hood slides back off his head. All you can see is the underside of his jaw from where you look up from your knees, and when looks back down at you with heavy eyes, he looks the most normal you've ever seen him. He's not Santa, nor Cupid, and the costume that had rendered him Bunny Joel just a second ago instead drapes around him like nothing more than a soft, white coat.

"Thought about you tasting you," you mutter between mouthing at his cock, slicking his entire length with your saliva. "Having you come in my mouth. On my face."

Joel groans again, much louder this time and you can't help but laugh, mouth pressed to his balls, at his feeble attempt at silence. You press the tip of your finger, egg still clutched in your fist, to his dribbling slit, and drag a tooth grazing kiss across his sensitive ball skin as you silence him with a whisper.

"Shh, Flopsy. You don't want us to get caught."

"Fuckin' Flopsy, I should -"

But you don't hear what he should do, because you engulf his tip with your mouth once again and Joel finds himself speechless as you immediately slide your lips further down his slicked length with ease. You work him in your mouth, sucking him as you move up and down. He can't stop moaning, he doesn't even try. He should, he thinks. You deserve better than getting caught in your backyard doing something like this, but all he can think about each time you move your tongue just like that is how fucking good your mouth feels.

He feels like he's going to come. Your hand is massaging gently over his balls, your mouth working his cock to a near frenzy, and he is absolutely, one hundred percent sure he's going to come. You know he's almost there. If the groaning wasn't enough, the tightening in his balls and the twitching of his cock were a clear sign he was about to blow.

Then you stop.

Just like that, your mouth is gone. Your hands too. And he's having to force himself to look down at you where you stare in awe at the stroker in your hands, glistening with lube you'd poured into it as he bit his lip and fought off coming, untouched, into the breeze.

You want to use it on him, to listen to him groan as you stroke him with the soft silicone, and watch his every move as you work him over the edge. And his cock, as if calling to you like some kind of siren of the sea, beckons you in, accepting an offering of one last kiss before you raise the stroker.

"It's so stretchy," you gasp, as you slide the toy over the tip of Joel's cock. You can pull it almost all the way down the length of him. You make a few experimental twists and jerks, before settling into a slow rhythm, teasing him just as you'd teased yourself and dragged out your own orgasm upstairs.

It's interesting. Slipperier than your own hand, easier than your own mouth, but not quite the same as either. You can't feel him like this, and you certainly can't taste him.

"Do you like it?" you ask, and Joel doesn't quite know what to answer. He does like it - he likes having your hands on him any way he can get it, but he can't feel you in the same way like this. And it's definitely not as good as your mouth, or any other hole of yours he's fucked.

There's just enough light to see his face give a noncommittal twitch and you're peeling the toy off of him, sucking his tip back into your mouth quickly, moaning as the taste of him hits your tongue.

"Good, because I prefer it like this too."

"Fuck, yeah."

Now though, you have a lubed up, saggy egg in your hand and nowhere to put it. Until an absolutely inspired idea hits you square in the face and you're grinning with Joel's cock in your mouth.

He barely sees the fiendish look in your eye, just notices as you pull off him again, and he could scream. Then, something smooth and cold coats his balls. Your fingers are cradling him delicately, thumb and forefinger stretching open the toy until with a gentle wiggle, his balls are encased in the squishy silicone. And holy fuck, is it like nothing he's ever felt.

"Don't think that's how you use it, darlin'. But, shit, it's good," he gasps as you gently massage his balls through the toy. It's like having a soft cool mouth encasing his entire ballsack, while your actual mouth kisses delicately all over his cock. "C'mon now, stop your teasin', gotta come in the pretty fuckin' mouth."

He's back in your mouth before he even finishes his sentence, your mouth sounding wet an obscene as you work him up and up and up all over again. You draw him in deeper, his cock meeting the back of your throat, over and over, his hand coming to cup your face and delicately wipe away a tear from your watering eyes. Fuck, you're wishing more than ever that you could just jump on him, that your cunt wasn't wrecked, or that it didn't matter, that you could go infinite rounds and still want to be touched again and again. But that wasn't you. You had a limit and, even though you'd reached it, the want in you didn't go away and neither did the slick feeling between your legs or the deep throb of your pulse beating away in your clit.

Joel's fingers grip tighter on the side of your face, a soft thrust of his hips meeting every movement of your head. Catching his eye almost kills you then and there with his cock wedged at the back of your throat. He looks as wrecked as you feel, dark eyes shining down like black holes from space now that the light from your solar lamps has all but fucked off. The paint and rabbit ears almost fade away into the background as you hold yourself down on his cock, making yourself whine around him. You're starting to think if you sucked his cock for long enough you could make yourself come totally untouched, but you don't want to think about it. You can't.

He takes over then. Each slip of your lips down his cock met with a gentle hold, until you both do it all over again. It's easier to hold for longer each time, almost feeling deeper with each slide of his cock across your tongue, the taste of his precum making you salivate as much as having your mouth filled and occupied is.

Then, he presses you down, holding your head as you moan and whine and try desperately to swallow around him, to take more of him as he only seems to get harder.

"Not so Flopsy now, huh?" he asks, releasing you and pushing your head down on his cock once more.

He's fucking into your mouth now, small shallow thrusts hitting the back of your throat, your hand working the toy slickly across his balls as he moans more desperately than you've ever heard him moan before. Despite your teasing and edging, he's the one holding back now, the feel of your mouth on his cock, your nails scratching at his belly, and that damned toy sliding across his balls far too much for him to want to let go of any time soon.

But fuck is he close, and if he's not careful he's going to ruin it for himself by holding back and exploding without warning. He's waited too long for that to happen.

"I'm gonna -"

"Mhm!" you groan around his dick, nodding as much as you can with it in your mouth. You steady your hand against his waist, taking over all movement as he stills the slow gyration of his hips, bobbing your head faster as you suck him down. The swirl and flick of your tongue is positively relentless, and everything feels so wet and warm and fucking perfect that he knows he's a goner.

"Hn-uhhhhh, fuck. Ah, fuck, don't stop, don't stop, fuck, ugh!"

He bursts, salty in your mouth, filling your throat as you swallow around him, massaging and gripping his heavy balls as they twitch in your palm through the thick silicone.

You're only a bit of a mess when you pull off of him. Your lips are swollen and tingly, your hand slippery with lube, but you are totally, utterly content. The slick feeling between your legs is still there, so is the throb, but you're as satisfied as you could possibly be.

Pulling yourself to your feet is another story. Your legs have gone a bit numb from sitting on your knees for so long, and you stumble as you fight to right yourself, Joel catching you just before you tumble into the flowerbed. You laugh in his arms, his mouth pressed to yours as he swallows the sound, consumes it, wills it to make home in his body so he never forgets it.

Joel's fingers work their way under your thin shirt. He'd been looking between your face and your nipples the entire time you were on your knees for him, and he suspects you're entirely naked under there. When his fingers meet your sticky thighs, he thinks he's hit the jackpot, and is ready to return the favor through the haze of his own orgasm, when you stop him.

"I, uh... sorted myself out not too long ago. A few times."

"Damn, if I'd known I woulda come right up and helped you out myself. Thought you were sleepin', house was dark. Jus' playing with this sweet thing all along, huh?"

If he had known, he would have known how much you thought about him as you fucked yourself on your fingers. He would have known how you used the plug he left on your bedside table more than any of the others, crying his name out into the lonely expanse of your bedroom as you came quicker, and harder, than you had any right to. If he had known, he'd know how well and truly fucked you were over a man you still knew practically nothing about.

Of course, you knew some physical things. You knew what he looked like naked, how broad he was, and how sweaty he got when he fucked you. You knew what he sounded like groaning into your mouth or laughing at a silly quip you'd thrown at him. You knew what he tasted like, and what you tasted like off of his tongue. But that was where your knowledge of him ended. You didn't know what he did for work, or if he even liked his job. You didn't know his favorite food or color. You didn't know what he sang in the car. You didn't know where he lived or what he drove - you didn't even know his full name, and you knew exactly why.

You were scared. Terrified, actually. Terrified to really get to know him, to break that blissful illusion of the tall, dark stranger who rocked your world on a seasonal basis, only to find you didn't like him at all. Or worse - that he didn't like you.

So, when you walk him through your house, egg disposed of and hands washed, listening to the soft snap of his suit being closed up around his bare body, you desperately try to ignore the longing ache in your chest, stopping any request for him to stay, to take you out for coffee in the morning before it stupidly tumbles out of your mouth. That's not what this is.

Instead, you wordlessly reach for your keys, smiling sweetly to him as if you hadn't just been waging war against yourself inside your head.

"What're you doing," he says, pointing to the keys held in your hand. "Goin' somewhere, or comin' home with me?"

"No, smart ass, this is a key, it locks doors. Just gonna lock up after you leave."

Joel's smile drops from his face. And you don't know why, but it has alarm bells immediately blaring in your head.

"What?" you ask nervously, eyes darting around his face as if you're trying to read his mind as he takes a slow step toward you, a frown slowly pulling his brow down as he pieces some mystery together.

"The door locks when it closes, then you the take the key and lock it again after?"

"... Maybe? Yes?"

"Wait. And you're tellin' me you do that every night."

"Yes, I lock my door every night Joel, what's wrong with that." Obviously your lock was no match for his lock picking skills, but you didn't consider that Joel perhaps didn't know how locks worked at all.

"What's wrong with that is you're unlocking your door every night and leaving it unlocked all night."

Your blood turns cold. You don't know why. You could just not believe him, or test for yourself, but something about his reaction, and his seemingly easy ability to get into your house, tells you that what he says is exactly right. It's your turn for your smile to drop, and you can feel it slip off your face just as your heart starts rapidly hopping in your chest.

"Oh. I - I thought..."

"It ain't that kind of lock, sweetheart. You never checked it after lockin' it?"

"No. No I - My last place, the lock, I had to - oh my god." There's dread now. A sickening cocktail of feelings swirling through your body, turning you red hot and cold over and over as you think of all the things that could've happened, how lucky you were they didn't, after all this time. Damn near a year, and you hadn't figured out how to properly work your own fucking door.

"How d'you think I been gettin' in? Didn't exactly climb down the chimney or fly in through the window the last two times. Maybe shouldn'ta done it that first time, but your tree was driving me mad, seein' it bare like that every time I drove past. You weren't in and the door was open, was only gonna be quick and then..."

You're not listening. Your heart has just stopped like it's been hurtled into a brick wall at 100mph. "Wait, you drive past my house?"

"Where else am I gonna fuckin' drive?!"

A thousand million volts straight to your chest, and your heart is beating again, racing, your voice raising with it, brandishing the pointy end of your key at him like it could save you now. "Have you been stalking me?"

"What? No! I live down the fuckin' street, I drive by to get to my house, I thought you knew that."

"Down the street?"

"Yes. I'm hardly gonna come from outta town just to fix your lights and your sink and fuck off again. I was just... bein' neighborly, I guess."

"You've been in my house fixing my shit without me here?"

It's just revelation after revelation. You can't believe it. You can't believe yourself for one, but you can't believe him either. Only you can. You very much believe him, and you hate that you do and you hate that, deep down, you know he's right and you're exactly the kind of idiot he's undoubtedly thinking you are.

"You ain't fuckin' noticed?! You had a light out in here, your kitchen faucet was drippin', your railin' in your hall closet was bust... you didn't notice anythin'? Are you even fuckin' in that pretty head o' yours?"

Suddenly you're feeling very stupid. The door is one thing, the minor home repairs another, but you'd been under the impression you were both on the same page this entire time. That it was some silly game you played, two strangers who had next to no clue about each other. All this time he knew who you were, but you were too fucking preoccupied and distracted and stupid to see that he was right there.

The heat in your checks crackles in your ears, misting over your eyes and making your entire body feel fuzzy. That fight or flight you'd been wondering about for the last few months has suddenly decided to make an appearance, settling on both as you fight back tears with a quivering lip.

"Get out." It's silent fury, building white hot as the seconds tick by with him standing, staring at you like you're the one dressed as a giant rabbit and not him.

"What? Darlin', c'mon, it's okay -"

"Get. Out." You wrench the door open, pushing him and his stupid fucking bunny costume out, shoving the basket of eggs into his arms once he crosses the doorway.

"Bye." You slam the door, the stupid fucking self locking door, and slide down it, head in your hands. You have never felt so fucking stupid.

next part

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[alastor-simp]

Special Guest🎙🎵 - Alastor x Singer Reader

Whoosh!~ A cool breeze was blowing, giving you goosebumps. Your body was sitting on the railing of your bedroom porch. Just one more inch and you would tumble down. You were gazing at the sky, admiring the crimson red and the black stared orb. Peaceful moments like this were relaxing to you, despite the mast amount of pollution in the air. Heaving a sigh, you continued to gaze at the stars, humming out a song. That humming eventually turned into lyric, and you sang them outloud to yourself:

🎵If you weren't born with it You can buy a couple ornaments Just be sure to read the warning, kids 'Cause pretty soon you'll be bored of it Sexual, hey girl if you wanna feel sexual You can always call up a professional They stick pins in you like a vegetable

Kids forever, kids forever Baby soft skin turns into leather Don't be dramatic it's only some plastic No one will love you if you're unattractive

Oh Mrs. Potato Head tell me Is it true that pain is beauty? Does a new face come with a warranty? Will a pretty face make it better? Oh Mr. Potato Head tell me How did you afford her surgery? Do you swear you'll stay forever Even if her face don't stay together Even if her face don't stay together...🎵

(Song/Lyrics Credit - "Mrs Potato Head" - Melanie Martinez)

As you continued to belt out the lyrics, an ominous shadow appeared behind you, watching you. Soon your song drew to an end. A sound of clapping hands appeared from behind you, making you yelp it fright. Turning your head back, you realized it was Alastor. He was smiling widely like a kid in a candy store. "Bravo, my dear!! What an amazing voice you have!" His feet carried him over to you, standing very close to the railing where you sat. Blushing, you casted your head down: "I'm not that good Al." Hands were placed on your face, pulling it back towards Al. "Don't be harsh on yourself, my dear! That was the best performance I have ever listened to! Why have you been hiding this secret from me?" Alastors hands continued to pinch your cheeks, his crimson eyes gazing at you with excitement. Pushing him back a bit, to leave your cheeks alone, you turned back towards the view. "I always had a fondness for music growing up. It was quite a shock to me when I realized that I could sing. I honestly suspected to sound like nails on a chalkboard when I first tried it out." Chuckling to yourself, you looked back at Al, who was laughing along with you at your explanation. "I imagined later on in my life I would make a career out of it, but I just never got around to doing it."

Alastor continued to gaze at your melancholic expression. He admired how passionate you were about singing. He himself adore music and he could sing as well. It pained him a bit that you never got to pursue your dreams. Leaning his body down, crossing his arms on the railing, he gazed at you, eyes flashing crimson. "Well I must say my dear, I'm already an instant fan! I wouldn't mind you showing off your talent during one of my broadcasts!" Almost falling off the railing in shock, you caught yourself. HE WANTED YOU TO SING DURING HIS RADIO BROADCASTS!!! "Y-you joking right?" Waiting for him to admit that he was joking. He laughed outloud. "Yes Indeedy! The wayward souls in hell would enjoy it very much, including myself!" His words were sincere, no distrust was spewing from his mouth. Twirling your hair with your finger, you looked down. "O-okay, if its alright with you." Alastor jumped back into his normal height, and wrapped his arm around your back, giving you a brief hug. "Excellent my dear! My broadcast starts at 11:00 AM, on the dot! Try to give some thought on what song you wish to perform. See you tomorrow, darling!" He was practically beaming, when he was talking to you. He soon disappeared, melding into a shadow.

It took you a bit to figure out what just happened. Alastor really wanted you to sing at his radio tower. You knew how much he valued his radio broadcasts, so you knew you needed to prepare yourself. Last thing you wanted was ruining the broadcast and upsetting Al. After that interaction with Al, you searched for what song you wanted to sing. Memorizing the lyrics and singing some parts out, making sure your vocal cords could handle it. You went to bed that night, nervous and excited for tomorrow.

**Tomorrow Morning, at 10:50 AM**

Sitting on a chair, you gazed around, taking in every little detail. Both you and Al were inside his radio tower, attached to the hotel. It was a cozy little studio. There was a giant window, looking down at the city. There was a desk and chair adorned with dear horns. A large stag head was mounted on the wall. On top of the large desk, was a set of microphones and buttons. Alastor was pressing a bunch of buttons, making sure everything was set for today's show. It still felt like a dream that you were in this situation right now. Maybe Alastor is a bit of a softie behind that evil radio demon status he holds. Settling down in his chair, he set his microphone cane in front of him, and adjusting yours at the same time. "Its showtime!" he says, smiling like the joker.

"Salutations! Ladies and Gentleman. What a good day to be on the air!" he started his introduction, causing you to smile. "Today's broadcast is a very special one indeed! Today I have a very talented sinner performing for all you people listening in! Allow me to introduce, Y/N!" His hand extended to you, like he was in a play. An applause soundtrack played as well. "U-um Hello everyone!" you stuttered in your speech, mentally cursing yourself for doing so. "HAHAHA! They are a little shy, but don't be fooled. They have a voice so incredible it will knock your socks off! Ready, my dear?" His eyes glanced over to you, making sure you were ok to start. Nodding yes, you took a deep breath, attempting to calm your nerves. Then you started to sing.

(Credit to Annapantsu. Check out her covers. Shes amazing!!!)

🎵Birds flying high You know how I feel Sun in the sky You know how I feel Breeze driftin' on by You know how I feel

It's a new dawn It's a new day It's a new life For me And I'm feeling good I'm feeling good

Fish in the sea You know how I feel River running free You know how I feel Blossom on a tree You know how I feel

It's a new dawn It's a new day It's a new life For me And I'm feeling good

Dragonfly out in the sun, you know what I mean, don't you know Butterflies all havin' fun, you know what I mean Sleep in peace when day is done, that's what I mean And this old world is a new world And a bold world For me For me

Stars when you shine You know how I feel Scent of the pine You know how I feel Oh, freedom is mine And I know how I feel

It's a new dawn It's a new day It's a new life

It's a new dawn It's a new day It's a new life It's a new dawn It's a new day It's a new life It's a new life For me

And I'm feeling good I'm feeling good I feel so good I feel so good🎵

During your whole performance, Alastor was staring at you in shock. Your voice was heavenly!!! Not only did you sound spectacular, but you were singing his favorite genre of music, JAZZ!! Oh how delightful!!! Catching him staring at you, you gave a small wink. Radio screech! His heart starting beating out of his chest at your little action. Getting back into singing, you failed to notice the slight pink in his cheeks after you did that. Soon your performance came to end. "I hope you all enjoyed it." You said into the mic. Looking back at Alastor, you noticed he look slightly off. He was staring at you like a deer in headlights literally. Waving your hand in his face managed to alert him. "Heavens! What an amazing performance that was! Encore! Encore!" His radio staff began to play another applause, causing you to blush. "We will be right back! In the meantime, please enjoy this incredible song, Lets Misbehave by Irving Aaronson!" Alastor pressed a button, letting the song play, and also pressed another to mute his and your mic.

He didn't say a word after he did that. Oh no, did you mess up? He didn't appear upset when you were singing. Your thoughts were interrupted when a set of strong hands grabbed you. It took you a moment to realize that Alastor had brought you into a hug, a tight one at that. "Astonishing performance my dear! You did such an amazing job!!" His arms continued to squeeze you, rocking you back in forth in excitement. Giggling at his actions you returned his hug. The hug lasted longer then you suspected, especially knowing Alastors physical contact condition. "Um Al? You can let go now." Jumping at that, Alastor released you. "Y-yes my dear! Apologies! I had gotten overexcited!" You told him it was fine. Straightening his suit and fixing his hair, he looked back at you again. "Given that adorable smile on your face, I take it you are very satisfied as well!"

Smiling you nodded: "I admit I was very nervous in the beginning, but those feelings went away the minute I started singing. Thank you Alastor!" His eyes were tender, looking back at you. One of his hands grabbed yours, giving it a squeeze. "I'm glad my dear! Would you be opposed to becoming a part of my business? I would very much like to have you as partner during my shows! I can also put in a good word for Mimzy to have you perform at her club! What do you think?" His enthusiasm was exploding like fireworks, it was honestly adorable how giddy he was. Not even wasting a second to think, you squeezed his hand back. "Seems like we got a deal, Alastor!"

~END~

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[itskattkm]

With the power of an Addams

Based on a request

Summary: your in baby fever and Wednesday a bit overwhelmed

Warnings: slight fluff, bad grammar?

A/N: I wanted to give the person the awaited request. It’s short. And you probably imagined it different. I hope you can still enjoy:) I’ll defiantly try better again. I took a note and will work on it. It’s my first Wednesday fic I love her but I find it hard to write her, cause her character is next level shit and I love it.

Wednesday was watching y/n and furrowed her brows at the high pitched tone that came out of you when you saw a little child walking past you two while waiting for lurch to pick you up for the planed family dinner with Wednesdays family.

„You cute… tiny little thing you“ said y/n wit a high voice looking with a wide smile after the kid that tried to hold the hand of her mother. Wednesday rolled her eyes. First it started with videos of cute animal baby’s on y/n phone. But with every passing week it became more and more and suddenly y/n began to see baby’s everywhere… or children. And since Wednesday was always with you it meant she also saw all those baby’s or puppy’s… or videos of small cats falling with their whole face into their food.

Y/n turned around to meet Wednesdays dark cold eyes „Wednesday she looked like you! With those cute braids wearing all black“ said y/n excited hoping Wednesday would understand why she reacted like that.

„They were probably at the funeral of her father…“ said Wednesday monotone. I widened my eyes and Wednesday stayed cool „what? I didn’t see a man on the side if that exhausted woman“ she said before turning and walking towards the gate to have a better look on lurch if he would arrive.

Y/n was still a bit speechless and looked after the little child and mother. Thinking about Wednesdays words. She then approached Wednesdays side quite and said with a soft tone „funeral or not… she looked like you and that was cute…“

The fact that y/n saying that she liked the kid because it looked like a younger version of herself made her heart race faster. Now y/n looked nervously at Wednesdays side profile not sure how to tell her about her thoughts.

„Wednesday…“ y/n began when suddenly lurch appeared in the Addams car.

„Let’s get that torture evening behind us“ said Wednesday monotone and greeted lurch before getting in the car. Y/n smiled weak and greeted lurch while he put the suitcases of both girls into the car.

Y/N sat down beside Wednesday in the car and looked out of the window. Watching the raindrops falling down the window.

It was a quite drive to the Addams mansion and after a few minutes smiled y/n and said shyly „when I was a kid I watched the raindrops and made a race between them…“

Wednesday looked with furrowed brows at y/n saying „why would you do that?“ you laughed slight and shrugged your shoulders „it was fun… and car rides can be long“

Wednesday huffed in a not impressed way while looking straight forward to the road saying „I was rather reading perfume by Patrick Süßkind…“

U looked at her softly „sure you did“

While you were looking out of the window again you said „I wonder what a child version of us would be like…“

Wednesday looked at you emotionless „this doesn’t make any sense… we were child’s once“. Y/n smiled shyly and said „not us… I meant… of us… a baby… our baby… I wonder what kind of human we would create“

Caught off guard Wednesday looked with wide eyes at the floor of the car. Her heart beating fast and mind racing like crazy.

Wednesday didn’t said anything to Y/n. She kept staring down a bit traumatized.

„Lurch… can you imagine what your child would be like if you have one someday?“ y/n asked with a smile.

Lurch huffed. Not saying much as always and that made y/n chuckle. Meanwhile the car drive was silent again. Wednesday catched a glimpse of y/n phone while she was scrolling through her socials and exploring cute baby bedrooms or baby pictures.

After twenty minutes they arrived. When lurch got out of the car and wanted to open y/n the door Wednesday said „leave us for a second alone lurch“ y/n looked confused at Wednesday and lurch left them alone in the car.

Wednesday kept looking down with a hard stare „I have to admit that I recognized some changes…“

Y/n looked now a bit worried at Wednesday and kept listening.

„You talk way to much about your childhood and asked me pretty much things about mine the last few months. Your Uncontrollable affectionate feelings also increased and you react to anything that has to do with children or baby’s. Your obsession with baby animal videos started to irritate me. Beside that your stopping at the baby sections every time we go out…“

Wednesday looked up at you with her dark eyes and gave you a softer look, reaching out for your hand to hold it. Her cold hand wrapping yours while saying „I assume your pregnant?“

Y/n saw the love and softness in Wednesdays eyes but she also saw the fear in them. Something that was rare for Wednesday. You chuckled slight and shook your head holding tight her hand „no I’m not…“

Wednesday looked down and felt suddenly a hint of sadness a quite „oh…“ leaving her.

You looked at her with a tilted head, surprised about her reaction „wait… did… did you… want me to… to be pregnant?“ I asked nervous.

Your eyes met Wednesdays dark ones when she adjusted her posture „I tried to understand why you were acting all that weird the last months and today you asked so many questions… I tried to find a answer to that the whole drive. While doing that I was getting fine with the thought of you being pregnant… with our child“

Y/n eyes softened and she found herself falling more and more for the raven haired girl. She held tighter Wednesday hands and kissed them „I have to admit that I was… in sort of a baby fever… and I wasn’t sure how you think about having kids, so I tried to find out and… and I didn’t knew how to talk to you“

Wednesday looked with a hard stare into y/n eyes and said „I think our child would have my head and your looks. Your ability to care and protect your loved ones and my knowledge of probably anything beside the great powers of being an Addams. A little devil. Looking like a daydream but could kill you. To answer your question“

You smiled wide and leaned in to kiss her softly „So you can imagine having a family with me?“. And then Wednesday gifted me with one of her rare smiles. A mix of pure evilness and love „I married you with a reason…“

I blushed slight and kissed her again. This time deeper.

[cosmorice]

Descent into Madness

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Synopsis: CEO!Jungkook and you have an odd relationship filled with tension and chaos; but is it hatred he truly has for you?

Pairing: CEO!Jungkook x Reader

Tw: angst, slow-burn, swearing (duh), toxic jungkook, alcohol

Wc: 2721

I hate you, I think? Series Masterlist

One day. One day was all you had to prepare for the inevitable business trip. Over the course of the past month, Jungkook hasn’t warmed up to you in the slightest. The cold man even bought you a separate flight from everyone else, albeit same day. However, you knew this company board meeting was important. All of the higher ups, including you, had no choice but to agree to go. Jungkook Technologies was expanding ever so rapidly, and creating new and stronger ties amongst peers and investors alike was the cherry on top.

The warm shower water hit you gently, leaving trails of glistening beads against your skin. You thanked your lucky stars  Namjoon was amongst the higher ranks; what would you do without him? Your mind racks against the thoughts racing throughout your head as a conversation makes it’s way back into your memory

-

The dimly lit yet quaint cafe was a hidden gem for you and Namjoon. You thank the worker kindly as you grab your regular order of a chai latte and a tender buttery scone. You beam as you take a seat across from Namjoon. People stroll by the shop windows as you both converse. 

“Joonie, I seriously don’t understand his issue. He’s buying me a separate hotel from you all for fuck’s sake!” You exclaim, with anger laced throughout your words. Namjoon’s eyes widen at the revelation as he stares into your eyes.

“What?” He asks, breath intertwined with the coffee he steadily sipped on throughout your little outing.

“I know. He told me today.” You mumble, mind still filled with confusion from your earlier interaction with the CEO. Namjoon delicately touches his chin as he tries to conjure up a solution or some sort of explanation.

“Well, we do have a little over a month until the trip. Maybe he was just busting your chops or trying to get a reaction out of you. I wouldn’t think too hard about it.” Your concerned friend gives a reassuring smile. Twilight begins seeping it’s way amongst your faces as the city lights begin to make an appearance.

“I hope you’re right.”

-

A chill runs along your damp body as your shower comes to a halt and the cool air greets your naked body. God how you hope Jungkook has a change of heart. You make a beeline to get under the soothing blankets on your bed. You watch the city skyline, anxious to go to sleep as you knew tomorrow was the dreaded day. You take a glance towards the packed suitcases sitting in the corner of your room, right beside the door. This would only be a week.

As your eyelids fight against you, sleep closes in like a creature preying on the weakest link. Your phone eventually vibrates, startling you awake from the calm dreamscape your mind created.

Jungkook [12:04 am] - flight is tomorrow in case you forgot.

Your eyes adjust and filter in a daze. Why the hell is he texting you at this hour.

Y/N [12:07 am] - i already have my flight information. gn

read @12:08 am

Your body betrays you and your eyes roll far back, wondering why he’s making it a point to remind you of your flight. If he was trying to rub salt in the wound, mission success.

Y/N [12:08 am] - he just texted me to remind me my flight is tomorrow, tf is his problem

Joonie [12:11 am] - bless his poor heart, idk what his deal is. i’ll switch my flight to yours now. k?

This is what made you love Namjoon. You’ve never believed in platonic soulmates until he crashed upon your rather dull life.

-

Jungkook stares at the message you responded with before clicking his phone off and pouring himself a glass of whiskey. He never quite understood where the vitriol towards you came from. It just happened. Jungkook was never one to deal with emotions, and he certainly was not experienced in the romance department.

He winces slightly as he recalls when your toothy smiles around him turned into tight lipped ones; Or how your natural conversational personality gradually became more guarded in his presence. It wasn’t your fault though, as he was the one who began to distance himself and his actions became more callous.

“Woah we have a flight tomorrow Jung.” Jin cautiously states. It was tradition for Jin to spend the night before a trip, something they’ve upheld from childhood. Jungkook takes a swig of the brown liquor as he looks into Jin’s brown eyes. 

“I’m aware.”

“Alright. What’s going on?” Jin asks. He always had a hunch his friend had some sort of feeling towards you after watching your interactions within the past few years of you working under Jungkook Technologies.

“Nothing. We should get going to bed.” Without another word, Jungkook shuts the kitchen lights off, plunging the room into darkness as he trails into his bedroom, leaving Jin perplexed.

-

You’ve never enjoyed trips. The stress of packing, rushing to the airport amongst the crowds, and not to mention the expensive airport food, was never something meant for you. Peace and tranquility was your kryptonite but frankly put, trips were the opposite of that for you.

Jungkook on the other hand, was accustomed to it. His family enjoyed lavish vacations ever since he can remember. He found great comfort in anything that kept him busy. Perhaps it was the rush of adrenaline that came alongside the chaos of it all. Who knows.

A breath of relief escapes your lips as you take your seat alongside Namjoon. 

“This is utterly fucking ridiculous Y/N. He needs to get a grip.” Namjoon sneers as he rests his head against the blue tinted neck pillow. Your body reacts with a simple nod of agreement as you place your earbuds in and look out the window. The only good thing about this whole damn debacle. White clouds drift by as music plays throughout your ears.

Jin managed to set Jungkook straight about whatever he may be dealing with, not to involve it with the workplace; forcing him to get you a room at the same hotel amongst everyone else. Nobody had a clue as to why he would book you elsewhere in the first place.

-

Sure, Jungkook was an attractive man, but you wouldn’t let a simple work crush get in the way of business. He would do small gestures such as bring you coffee, walk you back to your office after a long meeting, take time out of his day to help you out, the whole 360. 

That all changed though. It started with small remarks, leaving you utterly confused. Small things such as, “What in the world are you wearing? My grandma could pick a better outfit than that.” All the way to, “You must have lied about your university, because you are simply incompetent.” Soon enough, the coffee ceased to stop, and the small chats. What changed?

It never ceased to amaze you how someone could be so cruel and calculated. Granted, you've made some mistakes within your life, but the treatment was utterly uncalled for.

You recall the days where you would leave work crying as Jungkook watched you with a stone-cold expression. You would sob into Namjoon’s dress shirt as he coddled you. You knew you didn’t have to endure the harsh treatment, but you lived such a comfortable life and worked too hard. It was a hard choice to choose a wealthier lifestyle over your own wellbeing.

-

A yawn escapes your lips as the booming landscape of Tokyo fills your eyesight. The sun was beginning to set and vivid hues of red and orange reflected amongst the buildings. You snicker as you glance at the snoring Namjoon. His head tilted back, mouth agape, with an eye mask on to complete the look.

“We will beginning our descent. Please fasten your seatbelts and welcome to Tokyo.” The captain states. The irony of that sentence engulfs you, as this was a descent into a week of the madness that was the annual business meeting with the one and only CEO, Jungkook.

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Jungkook exhaled a strong breath, with the stench of whiskey permeating the air. He initially had regrets towards the way he treated you. For his sake, he initially thought booking a separate flight and hotel would be a beneficial thing for your already tense relationship. However, he knew deep down you would hate it, which pushed him even more towards doing it. Something stirred within him whenever he got any reaction from you, whether it be good or bad. 

Why did he seem to enjoy getting a rise out of you? The first one to take notice of this was Jin.

The noise of the airplane jets created an ambient sound as Jin sits comfortably next to the buzzed CEO. The dimmed lights within the first class cabin darkening Jungkook’s features ever so slightly. The silver rings adorn his fingers beautifully as he takes yet another swig of the bitter alcohol.

“I still don’t get why you changed Y/N’s flight.” The raven-haired boy huffs, causing Jungkook’s attention to gear towards him.

“She hates me. It’s for the best.” Jungkook sneers, biting his lip piercing in the process.

“She doesn’t hate you, but you need to get your shit together. It’s fucking ridiculous and you’re a CEO. Start acting like one.” With this, Jungkook’s heart flutters. You don’t hate him? A part of him, for some odd reason, wished you did. 

You see, although growing up with a cushy lifestyle, Jungkook has always been attracted to chaos. He’s never had a girlfriend and never enjoyed dealing with his emotions. Here and there, he’d bring a flashy girl home for the night whenever CEO duties didn’t need much tending to. He enjoyed girls running out of his apartment, calling him all names from the book after he condescendingly states, “So, it’s a new day and that requires you to get the hell out.”

He’s never been able to pinpoint if it’s the way they react that attracts him, or the utter chaos that follows, but he knew he enjoyed it. 

“This is your captain speaking. Please fasten your seatbelts as we prepare to descend into Tokyo.”

-

The winter air created beautiful frost amongst the glass windows within Jungkook’s office. 

“Y/N, you were absolutely amazing at the conference today!” Jin beams. Jin was one of the first people to take you under their wing, treating you like a little sister. He enjoyed seeing your growth and remarkable change within the company. People absolutely adored you due to your humble and warm-hearted nature.

“I think you should take some notes from Namjoon though. He always manages to somehow uphold himself to a much higher standard in comparison to you.” Jungkook states matter-of-factly, with a still expression. Jin’s eyes widen as he watches the smile evaporate from your face. 

“Thank you for the feedback sir.” With clammy hands, you bow your head and release a shaky breath before turning and walking out. If looks could kill right now, Jungkook would be a dead man. Jin stares daggers into his soul. Throughout their 20+ years of friendship, Jungkook could count with one hand how many times Jin has ever been genuinely angry towards him; today being one of them.

“He said something again didn’t he?” A tear falls down your cheeks as you bite your lip and approach Namjoon. You simply give a weak nod as he wraps an arm around your back to guide you towards the now empty conference room. “Listen Y/N, you know, there are other large companies out there. Why do you keep allowing him to do this? Do you need me to say something?” Your friend veers, concern poisoning his voice. 

“No. It’s alright.” 

-

After a smooth landing, you can’t fight off the smile that makes its way onto your face. Although you hated trips in general, it felt amazing being able to visit Tokyo alongside a friend like Namjoon. It didn’t take long for you all to gather your luggage within the busy airport. Haneda airport was astounding and pristine. The white walls reflected the bright lights within the airport as you and Namjoon made your way to the hotel in the heart of Tokyo itself. 

“You know, maybe you can confront Jungkook about his behavior. I mean we all are stuck here for a week so why not?” Namjoon states. He knew you were not one for confrontation, as it did nothing but cause you extra stress. You hated having issues with anyone,; It’s been years since you can remember the last time you’ve ever had a problem amongst a peer.

The city whirs past as you both chatter within the taxi. Your stomach fails to protect you as a looming dread fills within. “Maybe Joonie.” You sigh. Perhaps he was right and you could get to the bottom of the harsh treatment. You don’t know how much longer you’d be able to handle it after all. 

Your mind takes in the cityscape that eventually comes to a halt as the taxi completes the destination to your hotel. This is it.

-

Check in was rather easy. What you didn’t realize however, was that your room was nestled between Jungkook’s and Jin’s; Namjoon being across the way from you all, about a 2 minute walk. As you and Namjoon parted ways, a small scoff escapes your body while you notice a tall, pierced figure whizz by. Jungkook. Damn him.

“Y/N! You made it safely!” Jin beams as he gives you a tight hug. An oak like musk engulfs your nostrils as he lets you go. Jungkook spins his head around to watch your interaction with his right hand man. 

“I did. The flight was honestly lovely. I’m going to check into my room and get some rest.” You warmly respond as you point towards the sleek oak wood door. The bold numbers 1015 staring right back at you.

“Well looks like my room is right next to yours!” Jin then gestures his hand towards the door with 1017. 

“We should be getting ready for dinner.” Jungkook interrupts and states towards Jin rather emotionless, interrupting the two of you. Shit. Of course there was a dinner tonight between the higher ranks within the company. How could you forget?

“Well hello to you too sir.” You snarl, both boys taken aback by your response. You were never one to show any negative emotion towards others, but you’d had enough of this foolishness. The now quiet atmosphere, while laced with tension, is torn as the sound of your door unlocking interferes, leaving the two boys behind in the hallway.

This was going to be the longest week of your life.

-

Jungkook couldn’t deny that the way you bit back, brewed something within him. He never thought he’d see the fiery side of you to be quite frank but boy, did he enjoy it. He craved more of it, and quite frankly, so did his friendly neighbor nestled within his jeans. 

As your silhouette disappears behind the door, Jin gives Jungkook a slap upside the head. Jungkook knew he was in the wrong, trust me he did. He just couldn’t help himself at this point. 

“Get it together. We have a dinner tonight and the last thing you should do is make a fool of yourself. The meeting takes place tomorrow. Cut the shit.” Jin growls in Jungkook’s ear before walking briskly into room 1017; Leaving Jungkook standing alone. Jin had never seen Jungkook act like this, but one thing was for certain, he didn’t take any enjoyment in the behavior.

-

Y/N [5:57 pm] - god I can’t take it anymore. i responded pretty rudely to him in the hallway. him and jin are right next to me

Joonie [6:04 pm] - wait u can’t be serious rn? his room next to urs?!?!?!

read @6:05pm

Your brain racks through possible explanations as to why Jungkook would book your room next to him and Jin’s? Maybe the hotel was booked? That was the most plausible conclusion you could draw, being that the hotel was rather luxurious. Regardless, you had a dinner to get ready for.

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