#ah luv her...ah do...

[jilatos]

new falin figure

[gomzdrawfr]

The urge to give Jelly and Ghost the most opposite fashion style ever is strong

[crepusculum-rattus]

finally decided to start watching arcane…….looks like i gotta add another blue coded bitch to the ongoing list of relatable blue coded characters

[last-words-ofashootingstar]

Puff, Puff, Pass

➾In Which: Two things get passed around; the joint — and you.

RATED XXX. MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY.

❥Park Seonghwa x Kim Hongjoong x Kang Yeosang x fem reader

♫In Your Fantasy - ATEEZ♫

➯a/n: AH AH AH AH NOBODY LOOK AT ME NOBODY TOUCH ME IM HEJFIWBDKEQ- i really liked the new songs and im totally normal about them <3. totally not foaming at the mouth. totally not losing my mind. totally —

(>ᴗ•)genre: pure, filthy, unfiltered debauchery

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: i am ovulating. strap the FUCK in lovelies. ROUGH, MEAN, DIRTY. hongjoong and reader in an established relationship, he shares her <3 (he's still possessive though dw), implied chubby reader (squishable boobs, thighs, and tummy), doms hj and ys / switch (?) sh / sub reader, incredibly filthy but also completely safe: hongjoong is much more sober and makes sure reader feels safe / doesn't do anything she's uncomfortable with, that being said: free use reader gets her shit rocked, sub space, unprotected; pull out method + (1) creampie, orgasm control + edging + overstim, dry humping, high as some mfing kites, spit, messy kissing, face fucking, face sitting, breath play, giggly moments, fingering, hair pulling, m x m; kissing + grinding + sexual tension, cum eating, dacryphilia, manhandling, yeosang is a mean little weirdo (i luv him), praise + degradation, a few light spanks / slaps, park seonghwa's oppa kink. pet names + name calling: (dumb, little, sweet, messy, dirty, stupid, pretty, needy) baby, angel, slut, cumdump, fleshlight, love, girl, fuck(er), dummy / oppa, sir, joong(ie), sang(ie), hwa, pervert

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18+.MINORS WILL GET IRREVERSIBLE BRAIN DAMAGE.

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"Are you sure she's okay with this?" Seonghwa asks while he nervously bites at his thumb, looking over to where you sit with Yeosang at the table.

Your fuzzy socked feet pulled up on the chair, your chin on your knees as you roll a large joint; making small talk with the younger member. You don't even look the slightest bit nervous or shy despite what you all know is coming.

Yeosang looks a bit more shy than usual, and he keeps his eyes locked onto your nimble fingers after you caught him staring at your nipples through your thin tank top.

"Yeah," Hongjoong answers simply, dropping his phone in his lap and leaning back to look over at you with a small smirk. "She's excited."

"What about you?"

"Me?" Hongjoong raises a brow, "what about me?"

"Are you... excited?"

"Oh," he breathes, before a large smile spreads across his face, "very. She's actually super slutty, I want to see how she acts with you guys. I bet she'll cum s-"

"Hongjoong!" Seonghwa yells, eyes wide and hand over his mouth, "you can't call her that-"

He laughs, meeting his eyes with yours as you and Yeosang look over to the commotion, "baby, come here for a second?"

You slide the small tray with the paper and buds on it to Yeosang before you hop down and come over with a smile. "What's u-"

"Get on your knees." Hongjoong says flatly, staring up at you.

You can feel Yeosang staring at you from the table, and Seonghwa is looking up at you with eyes still wide.

You sink to your knees without a second thought, even if it does make your heart beat a little faster. "You still want to-" Your boyfriend goes to speak, when you cut him off.

Nodding eagerly, "I really do."

"You do?" And you nod. "Because you're my slut, right?" Another nod — and you hear Seonghwa's breathing picking up a bit. "And you like it when I tell you what to do?"

Seonghwa thinks he might explode as you keep nodding your head obediently, knelt between them; a bit more towards Hongjoong. He's never seen someone so... pliable. It's making his pants tight around the crotch.

"And you really, really like it when I use you as my personal fleshlight, don't you, baby?"

"Yes-"

"Give me a kiss," he doesn't even give you time to respond before he's leaning down and grabbing you by the throat, lips pressed to yours roughly. It's even rougher than usual now that his friends are watching. Like he's showing off.

Because he most certainly is.

He pulls back and spits into your gaped mouth, spreading the saliva that misses all over your chin as you look up at him dazed. "You want to be their fleshlight, too?"

"Yeah," you pant quietly, "I want to make them feel good."

"How are you going to do that, sweet girl?" He smiles, devilish under the surface as he feels Seonghwa shifting on the couch next to him.

"Let them use me."

"Yeah? C'mere," he says softer, pulling you up to straddle him, "you want us to use you however we want?" He hums as he rubs your thighs gently.

"Yes."

"Do you want me to stay sober so I can make sure you don't do something you'll regret?"

You hesitate for a moment before you nod, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt, "a little bit. Just, not as high?"

Yeosang almost scares Seonghwa with how he's snuck up on you all, holding out the lit joint to him as he blows the smoke out of his lungs.

He takes it quickly so he can calm his nerves about the whole thing, taking a long puff while listening to Hongjoongs soft reassurances to you.

"I can do that, baby," he whispers as he wraps his arms around you, voice low in your ear — but purposefully not so low that his friends can't hear him. "I'm going to share you, but don't forget who you belong to, okay? I'm the only one you share your bed with. I'm going to let my friends use your little pussy and when they're done, I'm going to fuck you so good you forget what they even felt like inside of you. Do you understand?"

"Sounds good, Joongie," you reply airily, your cheeks suddenly hot from his words; and from the way you can feel their eyes on your lower back as Hongjoong slides his hands under your shirt to caress your back.

"And if you want them to quit, you let me know. My girl comes first. Yeah?"

"Okay," you nod, looking down at him as he leans back, "love you, Joong."

"Awe, I love you too," he says with a peck to your lips, hands on your hips as he pulls away, "now show them how much of a slut you are."

You and Seonghwa both gasp as Hongjoong all but throws you into his lap; his hands clumsily coming to steady you by your waist. "H-hey, Oppa."

It's his turn to feel hot, ears practically burning as you settle over his lap; just as you were atop your boyfriend. "Hey..."

"Don't be shy, love," Hongjoong says as he takes the joint from his lips, having taken a small hit — just like you asked of him. He leans and places it between your lips, allowing you to suck on it as he says, "get nice and high for us. You always get so wet~"

"Fuck, I can't believe this is happening," Seonghwa groans, rubbing his face.

"Why not?" Yeosang asks as he sits on his other side, eyeing you slowly as Hongjoong holds the joint for you to take another hit. "If you don't want to touch her, let me."

Seonghwa stops you when you go to move towards him; hands firmer on your sides. "Don't-" He hesitates, "I want you to grind on me."

Hongjoong smirks as you immediately start moving your hips, your hands settled on your thighs — afraid to touch. "You can touch, can't she, Hwa?" He reaches between you and hands Yeosang the joint.

He looks between you before nodding quickly, "yes- yeah, I don't mind."

"Of course you don't," Yeosang chuckles before taking a quick hit, "pretty girl grinding on your cock, you'd be stupid if you were complaining."

His casual calling of you 'pretty' makes you even more shy, whining as you move to press your face into Seonghwa's chest; holding onto his shirt as you swirl your hips lightly.

"Awe, my little slut is shy, huh?" Hongjoong giggles, giving a small spank to your ass and making you jump. "I know you can do better than that, don't embarrass me now."

"Fucking-" Seonghwa gasps, instinctively grabbing at you as you grind into his growing bulge — deep and perfectly paced, "oh my god~" He bites his lip quickly, head tilted back to stare at the ceiling.

"See, that's more like it," Hongjoong hums, rubbing your sore cheek, "be a good whore for Oppa~"

Seonghwa snaps his head down to glare at him, mouth open to chastise him when you give a particularly nice roll of your hips and all he can get out instead is a moan. "Oh, shit-" He grips your hips, guiding you to repeat the motion, "like that."

Yeosang places the blunt in his lips, letting it hang as he stands up; tired of watching. He quickly unbuttons his pants, pulling his zipper down to give some relief to his aching cock. He comes behind you, gathering up your hair before pulling you up, "come here, slut."

Hongjoong laughs at the lost look in your eyes as you come up; inebriated brain lagging behind as you catch up to someone else calling you that.

"Finish it off," Yeosang hums as he places the joint into your mouth, a good four hits still on it. "I want to you to be so high you forget where you are when I fuck your brains out."

Seonghwa pants out a laugh as you cough, shocked by his bluntness so much that your hips still. Hongjoong does the same, adding to your shock when he smacks your ass again, "did we tell you to stop, dummy?"

You steady yourself with your hand on Seonghwa's stomach, the other pinching the joint as you catch your breath. "Sorry..."

"It's okay, pretty baby," Hongjoong leans and kisses your cheek as Seonghwa starts pulling your hips again, "now, do what Yeosang asked. Don't disappoint our guests."

You nod, shakily bringing the joint back to your lips and taking a large puff.

"She really will do anything you ask, won't she?" Yeosang asks, eyes filled with lust and curiosity as he watches you finish off the joint.

Hongjoong only smirks in response while he takes the ending from your lips, tossing it to the ashtray. "Baby," he tilts his head, and you look to him immediately, "open your mouth."

You do so with zero pause, tongue rolled out.

Seonghwa and Yeosang curse in tandem, the latter pulling you faster along his bulge as the lewd gesture makes his cock twitch.

Hongjoong stands up, tilting your head back slowly to look at them, "spit in her mouth."

Yeosang's eyes widen slightly, "really?"

"Yeah, really. She'll swallow it like a good girl," he looks to you pointedly, silently telling you to make him proud.

You hum affirmatively, locking eyes with him as he leans closer; "you'll let me spit in your mouth while you grind on someone else's cock? All while your boyfriend watches?" You nod, immediately met with his hand gripping your face as he spits right onto your tongue.

All three watch in various degrees of awe as you swallow it quickly, tongue stuck back out with a soft, "ah."

"Fuck- sorry, Hyung," Yeosang mumbles quickly as he leans down and wraps his arms around you, yanking you from Seonghwa lap and making him groan. "My turn," he breaths out as he falls back onto the couch, settling you in his lap.

Hongjoong sits next to Seonghwa, patting his shoulder with a grin, "don't worry, she's got stamina. We'll all get to use her."

"You asshole, Yeosang," he huffs softly, resting his head against the cushion and watching your hips closely as you grind down on his exposed boxers; it's almost like he can still feel it if he thinks hard enough.

"You were taking too long, I want some of her too," Yeosang pouts, but he definitely doesn't mean it — not when you're rubbing your clothed heat over his cock so deliciously.

You whine quietly as your high from the last few long hits sneaks up on you; making you light headed, along with the pleasure you're getting from pressing your clit onto him.

"Feeling good, baby?" Hongjoong asks quickly, guiding your head to rest on Yeosang's shoulder. He leans to your level and smiles as you nod quickly, "yeah? Are you getting needy?"

"Yeah," you admit tentatively, grabbing Yeosang's biceps as he grinds up into you.

"Needy little slut," Hongjoong coos as he slides his fingertips down and slips your tank tops sleeves over your shoulders. "Lift her up, Yeosang."

He groans a bit, but then he sees his intentions and moves quickly. Standing up, he steadies you with a hand on your lower back; the other carefully holding your head to his shoulder after it rolls.

Hongjoong rubs your arms softly before pulling your shirt down to your hips. Seonghwa leans forward, elbows on his legs as he watches closely, only able to catch a glimpse of your chest with the way Yeosang holds you upright.

"You're so wet," Hongjoong smiles at the evidence of how much you're enjoying yourself already, sliding all of your clothes down your legs in one slow pull; leaving you in nothing but your socks. "Come here, pretty, let me show you off~"

Yeosang pretty much falls back into his seat, eyes trailing every inch on your body wildly as Hongjoong rubs up and down your waist slowly.

"Good goddamn," Seonghwa whispers, swallowing thickly. "What the fuck." It doesn't really sound like a question, more of a way to express his disbelief as he soaks in every detail he can and commits it to memory — because there's no way he'd not be jerking off to this for years to come.

"Isn't my slut just gorgeous?" Hongjoong slips a hand to your cunt, cupping and squeezing it softly and making you gasp; grabbing at his arm for something to hold onto. "Needy little baby~" He giggles as you pout up at him beggingly.

"Please-"

Seonghwa stands up quickly, the simple sound of you begging — not even desperately or urgently — making his willpower completely disappear.

"You are such a tease, do you know that?" He says as he sandwiches you between them, suffocating you with his presence as he cups your jaw, still admiring your body. "Do you know how long I've wanted to fuck you? But, no, I just had to be a good person and not bend over my best friends girl." He meets your fuzzy gaze, slipping his hand under Hongjoongs as he grins; watching you both closely.

"R-really?" You ask shakily, feeling shrunken under his suddenly intense and dominant eyes.

"Dead fucking serious," he nods, slipping his middle finger into you and groaning as he feels around slowly; savoring the softness of your insides and making you tremble in the process. "I've jerked off to you so many times," he admits quickly, "thinking about how lucky Joong is, how he gets to fuck you. I know we all have."

"Maybe I'll invite them next time," Hongjoong purrs in your ear, massaging your breasts slowly, "would you like that? Each of my members getting a chance to feel that wet little cunt?"

"Yes-" You gasp as Yeosang sneaks up on you, gripping your jaw and turning you to look at him.

He looks from you to Hongjoong for a moment, and when he nods; Yeosang leans forward and kisses you. Messy, rough, completely overpowering your mouth with his and shoving his tongue between your lips.

You grab onto Seonghwa's side for stability as your legs wobble; another one of his fingers slipping into you. "Look at my messy slut," Hongjoong moans, grinding against your ass. When he catches your fingers raising shakily, he grabs Yeosang by his hair roughly; making him hiss. "Let her breathe," he says before pulling him to his lips instead.

He's a bit shocked at first, but he's quickly leaning into it; fighting against his tongue with his own.

You and Seonghwa both watch, and he can't help but giggle a bit. "God, I can't fucking believe this," he repeats his earlier sentiment.

"Hwa," you pant quietly, looking up at him with your chest heaving softly in Hongjoong's grasp.

His eyes widen a bit, nodding quickly. "What- what is it, are you ok-"

Hongjoong pulls away from Yeosang, looking at you with breakneck speed.

"Will you... maybe, eat me out?"

Hongjoong sighs with a laugh of relief, squeezing your chest almost affectionately. "Ah, you litter fucker, you scared me."

"Sorry, Jo- ah!" You squeal as Seonghwa drags you away, throwing you onto the couch.

"Sit up," he rushes, pulling you up to face the wall before all but falling to the floor.

"Eager," Yeosang laughs, licking his puffy lips as he comes to sit next to you.

He lifts your hips and settles his face below you, moaning from the anticipation alone. "A-are you go-"

He cuts you off, "I'm gonna sit you on my face, yeah?" Before you have a chance to respond, he's pulling you down by your hips and holding you tightly while he lands a fat lick up the length of your cunt. "Oh, holy fuck..."

"Don't get addicted," Hongjoong warns him playfully, a hint of seriousness underneath. "She'll get you."

Yeosang chuckles as you grab the back of the couch; Seonghwa immediately licking all over your dripping pussy with an eagerness that makes you tremble. "You like that?" He hums, tilting his head and cooing when you nod quickly. "Yeah, I bet you do, slut~"

"Fuck-" You go to collapse onto the cushion when Hongjoong grabs the back of your neck and holds you up.

"No hiding, remember?"

"Sorry, sir," you apologize with a small whine as Seonghwa sucks on your clit.

"Can't take it anymore," Yeosang snaps as you utter the title, yanking his boxers down and groaning loudly. Grabbing your wrist, he drags your hand over to his hard length, "take care of this, all your fucking fault anyway."

"Mh, go on, baby," Hongjoong encourages you as you hesitate, going so far as to lean over and spit in your hand, "make him feel good."

It's hard to think of how to do that — with his grip on your neck and Seonghwa's tongue in your cunt and Yeosang's powerful gaze locked in on you and your brain entirely too high to process so much information at once.

"Hey," Yeosang notices you faltering and slaps you, gently; just harsh enough to bring you back to reality and listen to his more direct command, "jerk me off."

You swallow thickly, and you're still able to spit into your hand; letting it join Hongjoongs before you wrap your hand around his cock. His head falls back with the simple touch, a groan breaking in his throat as you slowly slide your hand up and down his length.

"You're doing so good, my dirty girl~" Hongjoong grins as he watches Yeosang slump from your attention to his cock — practically melting.

"Can I cum?" You look up at him, eyes wet and a pout on your lips.

"Awe, of course, you needy girl," he slides his hand around and grabs the front of your throat, choking you, "fucking cum all over Hwa's face, why don't you? Show him how nice it tastes."

You manage to give Yeosang a few more strokes before you have to let go, grabbing his arm and squeezing it tightly as you do just as your boyfriend says — cum all over his best friends face.

It's so intense that you lose all of the air in your lungs, a pathetic whimper all that you can manage as it washes over you.

Yeosang is shoving his bottoms off as he watches you, locking eyes with Hongjoong briefly before he snatches up your twitching form; leaving Seonghwa panting heavily and his face blissed out like he just came.

"Shit, you alive down there?" Hongjoong laughs, kneeling down and straddling his lap. "Told you she's slutty~"

He's completely breathless, grabbing onto him out of pure instinct and forcing him down to sit on his begging cock, "Joong, please-"

They both look over as you gasp; watching Yeosang push his fat tip into your cunt. He has you perched in his lap, head held to his shoulder once again, telling you, "take it." Before he slams his length into you with one rough thrust.

You scream into his shoulder, and Hongjoongs lips spread into a large grin as he registers your jumbled words. "Oh, fucking sweet hell! S'good!"

"Messy fucking fleshlight," Yeosang groans, gripping your hair tightly, "taking my dick no problem, so wet..." He closes his eyes, panting a few times while gathering himself.

"She's taking it all just like that?" Seonghwa asks in awe, hands still gripping Hongjoongs hips tightly.

"Course she is, my slutty little angel," Hongjoong reaches and smacks your ass; making both of you gasp, because the impact makes you clench around him.

"Fuck-" Yeosang curses with his jaw clenched, wrapping his arms around you tightly before pounding into you mercilessly.

You kick your feet uselessly, balling up his shirt in your fists as you moan into his neck; hiding your face there.

"Can you handle it, baby?" Hongjoong calls out, laughing along with Seonghwa as you quickly yell out:

"Fuck yes!"

"Good girl," he chuckles before looking back down to him, your arousal still gleaming on his chin. "Ah, she got you all messy," he says nonchalantly before leaning and licking up his chin, all the way to his lips; just hardly grazing the bottom one.

"Oh, fuck me," he sighs, eyes fluttering shut as Hongjoong laps up the rest of it before giving a small roll of his hips.

"That's her job," he giggles, sliding his hands up his chest, "unless you have something different in mind~" He whispers teasingly while wrapping his hands around his neck — just barely.

Seonghwa whimpers: the sounds of you getting pummeled next to him, the taste of you lingering on his tongue, Hongjoongs weight against his cock, his hands around his neck is getting to be too much.

"You pervert," Hongjoong chuckles as he tightens his grip, "you really do want both of us."

"F-fuck, so what?" He says shakily, blush creeping up his face as he hears you yelling for Yeosang to let you cum.

"So," he opens his eyes quickly as he feels Hongjoongs breath on his lips, finding him nose to nose with him, "maybe I'll make that happen if you make my girl happy."

"You will?"

His answer comes in the form of a kiss — not dominance fighting like it was with Yeosang, but not quite loving like with you. More... experimental. Testing the waters with each other.

Hongjoong abandons his lips as he hears you whimpering, looking over to you quickly. "Pretty?"

"He won't let me cum!" You wail, clinging to Yeosang's shirt like a lifeline. "Please, Joongie, tell h-him to let me!"

Yeosang laughs, breathlessly as he continues to practically beat up your insides with his thick cock. "Beg a little more, I'll let you~"

"Yeosang, don't be a jerk. Let the poor girl-" Seonghwa gets cut off when Hongjoong slaps a hand over his mouth, leaving him a bit flabbergasted.

"Baby~" He coos, holding back his own laughter, "I'm not in charge of you right now." He always is, and he continues to be even as someone else is using you like their toy. But he likes seeing you throw your little fits from time to time. And he wants to see how you handle it. "You'll have to do what Yeosang asks."

"Please, please, please-" You do so immediately, pushing yourself up on his chest only to be met with an indifferent stare; only a small smirk playing on his lips.

"You call that begging? Hongjoong has been too soft with you for how big of a slut you are."

"Sang, pl-" He pulls you off of him, leaving you whining and pouting for him to keep going as he throws you to lay across the couch.

"You'll learn how to really beg if you want it so bad." He flips you onto your stomach, pounding back into you the second you land.

You shove your face into the cushion as you cry, kicking your legs until he grips your hair and reels you up. "Try again."

"Please, I want to-"

"Wrong." He says before letting you go, pushing your legs open with his until one of them dangles off the edge next to Seonghwa and Hongjoong.

"Yeosang!" You scream, "fuck! Please, pretty fucking goddamn please! I can't hold it, I need to cum, sir-"

You keep on rambling your pleas, but you've already satisfied him — so he slips a hand under your hips and circles your clit. "Cum."

"J- Ah, thank you!"

The way you clench and tremble around him, the way you hide in the cushion as you moan; it all almost makes him cum inside of you before he remembers Hongjoongs threats before they even set foot in your shared space.

"Shit-" He gasps, pulling out quickly and crushing you to the couch as he sits on the back of your thighs, fisting his cock quickly as he watches the way you twitch.

Seonghwa is practically drooling as he watches Yeosang's cum splatter on the expanse of your back, Hongjoong just the same.

He holds your hip in a way that must be his attempt at comfort as you both just stay for a moment and catch your breath.

"You okay, sweet girl?" Hongjoong whispers, crawling out of Seonghwa's lap and kneeling next to your head as you sniffle. You hold your hand out shakily, opening and closing it quickly. "Awe," he takes it fast, lacing his fingers with yours, "little fleshlight got her brains fucked out after just one round?"

You nod into the couch, sniffling.

"You want to keep on going?"

Again, you nod.

"Atta girl," he giggles, rubbing the back of your head gently as Yeosang stands up.

He hesitates a second, but then he leans down and moves your head to look at him. "Thanks," he says before leaning down and kissing your cheek; earning himself a smile. "You d-" He clears his throat as his heart skips a beat, "you did really good."

"Say thank you, baby," Hongjoong says softly, taking the tissue that Seonghwa offers him and wiping up your back while biting his lip.

"Thank you, Sangie," you moan softly, pushing yourself up on your shaky arms before pointing at Seonghwa.

He points towards himself as well, finger to his chest, "me?"

"Your turn."

"You don't need a break, angel?" Hongjoong hands the soiled tissue to Yeosang, and he's disappearing further into the apartment. "D-"

"No," you giggle, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his chin, "I'm ready for more. Plus, Oppa won't be rough with m-" A yelp slips past your lips as Seonghwa pulls you to the floor, cupping your head as you fall to the hard wood.

"You have got to stop calling me that," he groans as he slots himself between your legs, holding himself up with one hand while the other guides his cock along your soaked slit; impatiently pulled out of his pants.

"Sorry, sir-"

"Fuck," he whines, eyebrows pressed together, "that's even worse."

Hongjoong chuckles, coming to sit by your head as he frees his length. "I think you're making him shy, baby," he leans and pecks your lips while fisting his cock, breathing in your gasp as Seonghwa slides into you slowly. "That feel nice, hm? Needy little fleshlight~"

Seonghwa gasps as you clench around him, leaning his head against your shoulder with a low curse. "Oh, fuck, you feel so good..."

Yeosang falls back onto the couch, turning his head to watch; his dick already half-hard in his boxers again. "Pretty slut," he whispers, to no one other than himself, but given the way Hongjoongs eyes flick to him; he figures he heard.

He did — and a sick sense of pride is in his chest as he looks between Yeosang's spent form and Seonghwa's blissful face. All because of you.

He leans down quickly, taking your lips in his more roughly. Cupping your cheek and pulling one of your hands to his hard length, holding his hand over yours and using it to jerk himself off all while Seonghwa starts thrusting into you with a testing pace. "Good fucking girl," he groans into your mouth, nipping your lips, "being such a well behaved slut for us. Keep it up for me, yeah?"

"Yeah," you pant out with a nod, feeling dizzy and being thankful that Seonghwa is taking you flat on the floor so his thrust don't throw you around as much as he picks up his rhythm. "I wa-want some cum, Joongie."

"Where at?" He grins wide as he hears Seonghwa moaning into your shoulder; clearly very into your neediness in your fuzzy state of mind if the way he grips your hips says anything, if the way he starts pounding you just as hard as Yeosang did says anything.

"Ah," you tilt your head back a bit, your back arching off the floor as he prods your g-spot, opening your mouth wide.

"Oh, in here, dirty girl?" He teases, sticking two of his fingers into your mouth and pressing your tongue down before spitting into it.

Yeosang slides down, already freeing himself from the confines of his boxers and grabbing your other hand to mirror Hongjoong; jerking himself off and spitting into your open mouth as you moan.

"We're going to give you some cum, and you better keep it in your mouth until Hwa is done using your little pussy, okay? You understand me?" Hongjoong asks with a soft slap, moving your hand faster along his length.

"Mmf," you pout as Yeosang grinds his leaking tip on your heated cheek, trying to tilt your head and take it into your mouth — when Seonghwa grabs you by the base of your hair and pulls you back down.

"He's talking to you, baby," he says lowly against your throat, nickname slipping without his permission or his realization. And the way it makes you squeeze him makes him want to do it again and again. "Where's your manners at?"

"Fuck!" You writhe as he stills after a harsh thrust, pressing against everything inside of you that makes you drool; strings of saliva visible in your mouth as you open it wide and hum a, "mhm!"

"That's better, that's a polite little slut," he moans before nipping at your sweat sheened shoulder.

Hongjoong eyes him for a moment, biting his lip as he tries to decide if he's okay with how he's behaving. Seonghwa's never had a dominant bone in his body. Maybe you're such a good sub that you've brought it out of him, or maybe he's just never had the chance to be in control of someone and it's giving him a high that rivals the drugs in his system.

Either way, Hongjoong decides he likes it, because evidently so do you — uncontrollable moans muffled as Yeosang shoves his cock in your mouth and fucks the pocket of your cheek.

"F-fuck," he whines quietly, Hongjoong the only witness to his moment of sensitivity because Seonghwa is drunk on your pussy, and you're... "God, you're so pretty." He can't help but let out his thoughts under the influence of the joint and the pleasure just as much as the two of you are.

You blink up at him with teary eyes, eyelashes starting to dampen.

"Isn't she?" Hongjoong coos, petting your cheek and pressing against it as Yeosang fucks into it, making all three of you moan with the chain reaction he creates: Yeosang cumming into your mouth, you moaning and clenching around Seonghwa to beg silently for him to make you cum, and him burying his face in your chest as he fucks you even harder.

"Don't swallow, you little fucker, I see you thinking about it," Hongjoong warns with a cocky grin stuck on his face as he takes Yeosang's place; the overstimulated man falling to sit next to you all as he catches his breath.

"You've got two more loads coming, angel," he pulls your head to the side, telling you, "suck. And don't let any cum out or you're licking it off the floor."

You whine, but you do what he asks, suctioning your lips around him tightly so none of Yeosang's cum can drip out before you bob your head slowly.

Seonghwa pants heavily, chest heaving against you as he stills — he's so close to his own orgasm but he doesn't want it to end yet. He watches you suck on Hongjoong cock with what can only be described as heart eyes; and Yeosang is the same.

"What's wrong, little love?" Hongjoong whispers mockingly as your tears finally start slipping from your waterline. "Can't breathe with all that cum and cock in your mouth?"

You nod, slurping around him as some of the cum threatens to drop.

"No?" He moves you to lay your head flat again, straddling your shoulders as Seonghwa sits up and watches over his shoulder; gasping a bit shocked when he pinches your nose closed and starts fucking into your messy mouth. "Now you can't breathe, stupid slut. Keep fucking sucking- make me cum unless you want to pass out and have us use your defenseless little holes like an actual fleshlight."

You grab his thighs tightly, sucking as best you can while Seonghwa starts fucking you again; unable to stop himself as he watches the lewd scene. "Goddamn, Joong," he groans, "you're so mean to her."

"She likes it. Likes being put in her place, right?" He lets go of your nose and lets you breathe heavily through it, still obediently sucking at him. "Besides, aren't you the one beating up her pussy right now?" He chuckles as he hears another groan from behind him over the slapping of skin. Carefully, he wipes the sweat from your brows and cradles your puffy cheeks.

"I'm going to cum, don't you dare spill any and don't you dare swallow, either," he warns shortly before doing just what he says; moaning and letting his shoulders slump as he spills all of his release into your stuffed mouth.

You pant through your nose as he pulls away, jaw dropping open to show them the white pool in your mouth.

"Fucking-" The words die out on Seonghwa's tongue, his hands gripping your thighs and pulling you into his wild thrusts.

Yeosang licks his lips, eyeing you intently as you struggle to breathe with everything going on; lust still clear in his gaze.

Hongjoong moves off of you and swipes his hair back, taking a breath before he reaches down and circles your clit with quick and harsh movements, "cum for us, sweet girl~"

You choke as your pleasure breaks over you, gurgling and almost spitting the cum out before Yeosang leans quickly and slaps a hand over your mouth. "Keep it, baby. Taste us while you cum." Just like Seonghwa; the nickname flew out of his mouth without his consent or his knowledge — but Hongjoong catches it, and this time he doesn't hesitate to grin wide.

Your legs kick a few times before they fall uselessly, trembling as Seonghwa continues to fuck you through and past your mind-numbing orgasm while Hongjoong swirls his fingers on your messy clit.

"Oh, fffuck," Seonghwa moans, hands sliding up to your stomach and groping you, "ah, I want to cum so bad..."

"Not inside of her," Hongjoong warns quickly. No matter how much he's willing to share — he is the only one who gets to fill your pussy like that.

"G-god, I know," he says just as fast, hips stuttering and jolting into you like a wild animal, "but she practically beg-begging for it~ You're so. Fucking. Lucky." He growls between his teeth with a rough thrust to emphasize each word before suddenly pulling out; leaving you a trembling puddle as he climbs up your body hastily.

"Move," he grips Yeosang's wrist and pulls it away, opening up your messy mouth with a grip on your jaw. "Fucking hell," he gasps, jerking himself off quickly as you stare up at him with a dazed and content glaze in your eyes.

A little bit of his cum lands on your cheek before he places his tip in your mouth, biting back his whimpers as you suck on it. Hongjoong leans over and swipes it up; spreading it on your lips, "here we go, baby, none of it goes to waste."

Yeosang has to blink out of his daze to catch Seonghwa as he falls back, laughing as he pulls him to sit with his back against the couch. "Sweet fuck," he pants while tilting his head back.

"Swallow now, pretty girl," Hongjoong whispers, planting a kiss to your cum slick lips as you gulp. There's so much of it — you have to swallow a good three times before you can open your mouth and finally draw in some deep breaths. "Perfect~"

He wraps his arms around your shoulders and gently sits you up, making you whine, "Oppa, you j-jerk."

They all chuckle at your small pout, and Seonghwa looks down with a large smile, blush still bright on his cheeks. "Sorry, you just felt so good..."

"C'mon, little angel," Hongjoong says with a giggle, wrapping your arm over his neck to pull you up.

"I'll carry her, Hyung," Yeosang says quickly, jumping to his feet. Seonghwa is a little slower, still heavy with his bliss.

"Uh," Hongjoong hesitates, looking to you, "are you okay with that, love? He can carry you faster than me."

"Yeah," you groan, desperate for your comfortable bed and some love from your boyfriend. "Thanks, Sang," you sigh with relief as he scoops you up bridal style, leaning your head on his arm.

"No problem," he smiles down at you, feeling something a little too close to affection bubbling in his stomach and looking back up quickly. "Here we go," he sets you down slowly, scanning your body one more time, "thanks for... yeah." He kisses your cheek quickly before shuffling away quickly, giving Hongjoong a small bow as he passes.

Seonghwa comes up next, hand instinctively cupping your jaw as he leans down and kisses you softly. Short, simple, and sweet. "Thank you, baby," he whispers gently, stroking your cheek with his thumb like he's savoring the feeling of your heated skin, "you were so good for us."

"Thanks, Hwa," you lean up and peck his lips once more before he turns; smiling and nodding to Hongjoong as he heads to the door.

Hongjoong snatches up his wrist, devilish grin on his lips, "I think you made her happy." He says simply, but it carries something deeper when Seonghwa remembers his earlier words.

"Yeah?"

He nods, "maybe... this could be a regular thing. If she l-"

"Absolutely," you moan sleepily as you snuggle up ontop of your blankets.

They share a small laugh, peeking over at you. "Well, the princess has spoken," Seonghwa jokes like his heart isn't about to beat right out of his chest.

"We'll talk about it later, yeah?" Hongjoong slides his hand down his arm as he passes, climbing into the bed with you and pulling off his disheveled clothes. "Let me take care of my girl."

Seonghwa watches for a moment before he snaps back into his body, leaving the room and closing the door with a giant smile on his face.

"Are you okay, sweet love?" Hongjoong hums as he tenderly moves you onto your back, leaving a trail of soft kisses down your cheekbone to your lips. "They didn't hurt you?"

"No, I'm okay, Joongie," you smile beneath his lips, eyes blurry and gleaming with your submission. So deep in your subspace that you'd do anything and everything he asks of you. And all he asks is —

"Will you let me show you how much I love you?"

You nod, of course you do; spreading your legs so he can lay between them. Both of you completely nude, he hugs you close and melds your bodies together.

"I'm so proud of you, pretty," he groans into your ear as he slides his cock into you. Your sore walls clenching and twitching to say 'no more' but you only sigh softly and melt under him, holding him tightly as he sets a slow and loving pace.

"You are my perfect little fleshlight, aren't you? Take so much for me, make me feel so good — make my friends feel so good. Shhh, shhh~ No tears, angel," he kisses them up before you even notice them falling, shushing you softly.

You feel vulnerable and exposed after it all, and at the very same time you feel completely safe in his arms. "H-hold me tighter, please?"

"Of course," he quickly complies, squeezing you in his arms. "I got you, my sweet girl," he leaves one more kiss on your teary cheek before pressing his forehead against yours, noticing your eyes flicking around. "Hey, focus on me- there you go~ There's my pretty baby~"

You breathe heavy against his lips, eyes locked on his as he continues his slow thrusts, "f-feels good?"

"Feels so fucking good, love," he assures you immediately, "nothing in the world compares to my girl." He smiles as you do, giggling breathlessly as he plants another round of kisses across your face.

"Can you- fuck," you lose your train of thought as quickly as it comes, hips twitching under his as you whine.

"Slow, baby," he hums, kissing his way down your neck and sucking softly. "Tell me what you want, take your time."

"Can you please cum inside of me?" You plead, almost pathetic in the way you tear up at the thought of him saying no.

"Of course, I can- that gonna make you happy?" He hugs you tighter as your back arches, squeezing your chest to his.

"So happy," you gasp, fingers wrapping up in his hair to ground yourself.

"Don't worry, love, I'll give it to you," he chuckles quietly before latching onto your neck and sucking hard enough to leave a mark; something nobody else will do to you — not on his watch.

"Cumming, cumming!" You wail as it creeps up on you and blankets your entire being, smothering you in pleasure so hot and intense that you're full on sobbing by the time you come back to your body.

He groans deeply from the tight grip you have on his hair; the one you don't even notice, thrusting a few more times to fuck his cum into you before he all but collapses. He rolls to his side, dragging you along with him and immediately tucking your head under his chin to cradle you to his chest.

"Shhhh, you're okay," he hums, holding you tightly and moving slowly to drape a leg over your hip; pulling you even closer. "Pretty girl."

He's more than happy to keep sharing, keep showing you off — but nobody gets to see you like this.

So soft and vulnerable, so fragile as he holds you through your sobs.

"My pretty girl."

─..puff.puff.pass.─────

[hederasgarden]

The Arrangement

Summary: You're about to attend a week-long destination wedding for your best friend, but your ex-boyfriend, who publicly cheated on you before dumping you, is the best man. Not wanting to face the event alone, you decide to hire an escort for the trip. Pairing: Tangerine x F!Reader Word Count: 1K Rating: Mature, sexual touching and cursing.  A/N: Thank you to @otaku-girl-ao3, @ryebecca and everyone else who helped me with this story!

From across the patio, you spot your ex, Charles, and his new girlfriend, Sarah — the one he left you for. She’s younger than you, pretty, tan, and blonde. It looks like she was poured into the shimmering gold dress she wears. You look away, hating the way it makes you feel small and inadequate.

“That him?” Tangerine asks, his voice casual as he throws an arm over the back of your chair. He’s sitting close enough now that the scent of his rich cologne washes over you. It's the kind of fragrance that matches a man like him, smooth and expensive. Confident.

“Ah, yes,” you answer, trying not to react when his other hand settles on your bare knee a second later. 

His palm is rough but warm, and after a moment, his thumb begins to move in a slow, repetitive circle, his attention fixed entirely on you. Your lashes flutter involuntarily when he leans in, nuzzling the side of your face, his voice rasping in your ear.

"Relax, luv, " he murmurs, his tone light, even teasing as his hand creeps higher, brushing your inner thigh. "Just pretend he’s not here. I’m more interestin’ anyway.”

A spark of warmth ignites in your belly, slowly growing as his mustache brushes the side of your neck. His lips follow, trailing up your skin, and he places a soft kiss just below your ear, the sensitive spot sending a thrill through you. The breathy little sigh that escapes your lips has him grinning against your neck, a pleased chuckle rumbling deep in his chest.

You should tell him to stop. Public displays were never your thing, not before, and certainly not now. But then again, this is exactly what you wanted, wasn’t it? Why else would you have paid for Tangerine’s time? To make yourself seem more desirable, more confident, less...pathetic. To show Charles, in the quietest way possible, that he didn’t break you, that you’d moved on.

It's a struggle to refocus your attention away from Tangerine. By the time you do, you're dismayed to see Charles is halfway to your table, his confident stride unmistakable. Sarah is glued to his side, her hand wrapped firmly around his arm. She’s trying to keep up with him, but her posture is stiff, and she stumbles slightly in the high heels that probably weren’t made for walking at his pace. The thought of speaking with him twists your stomach into a knot, and you brace yourself for whatever smug remark he’s going to throw your way. 

“Didn’t expect to see you here,” Charles says. His voice is smooth, and casual, as if he didn’t just leave your life in ruins six months ago.

Tangerine pulls back just enough to look up at Charles with an almost lazy interest, his gaze cool and steady. His presence beside you is surprisingly comforting in a way you didn’t expect, a shield against every insecurity your ex brings so effortlessly to the surface.

“You didn’t mention your ex had a daughter,” Tangerine says, directing the comment to you as he flicks his sunglasses down far enough to peer at Sarah over the rim. She shifts uncomfortably, her hands clasped tightly in front of her, looking like she’d rather be anywhere but here. You can’t blame her. You feel much the same way.

“Actually she’s my fiancé,” Charles replies, an insufferably smug expression on his face. You had to date the man for over five years before he popped the question. Meanwhile, he and Sarah haven’t even been dating for a full year. 

Tangerine, unfazed, tilts his head slightly, never breaking eye contact with Charles. A low, amused hum escapes him, his lips curling into a smirk that’s almost too casual. "Shoppin’ in the juniors section?" he asks.

A brief, uncomfortable silence stretches out and you can feel the shift in the atmosphere as his words settle. Sarah’s face flushes, her grip tightening on Charles’ arm. Her gaze shifts nervously to the side before she quickly looks down. For a split second, you almost feel sorry for her. Almost. 

Charles' reaction is less pronounced, his smile faltering as his brow furrows for just a second, before he forces it back into place. 

“Anyway, I s'pose congrats are in order,” Tangerine says, his voice dropping into something almost too smooth to be kind. He raises his glass and adds, “Must make it easy to get along with the future in-laws, bein' their age an’ all.”

The effect is immediate. Charles' face hardens, his mouth set in a thin line. His eyes dart from Tangerine to you, and for a moment, it’s as if he’s silently demanding you intervene. The instinct to protect your own comfort is there, always the one to smooth things over before they get worse, but you suppress it, letting the moment unfold.

When the silence remains unanswered, Tangerine leans back, his posture relaxed, but his hand returns to your thigh. The cool metal of his rings presses against your skin, a contrast to the warmth of his touch. His fingers lift the hem of your dress just enough to reveal a hint of your thigh. It’s a small move, but you see Charles' attention flicker toward it for a brief second, his gaze lingering before he quickly forces it away.

“You can fuck off now,” Tangerine says. His voice is light, but there’s no mistaking the finality in it. 

With a casual wave of his hand, he dismisses them, the gesture mocking and deliberate, leaving no space for further conversation.Charles’ looks like he might say something, but before he can, Sarah tugs on his arm, whispering urgently to him. With a stiff nod to her, they walk away.

Once they're gone, you turn to Tangerine, an eyebrow raised. “That was a little antagonistic,” you chide. “Only a little?” He asks, his hand still resting possessively on your thigh. “Must be losin’ my touch, luv.”

“Maybe dial it down a little for next time,” you suggest with a small smile.

He grins wider, leaning into your space, his lips just inches from your own. “If you want subtle you should have chosen Sergei,” he reminds you before capturing your lips in a rough, demanding kiss that has you grabbing onto the lapels of his jacket to steady yourself.

[iluvsanrio444]

‎‎‎ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‎ I wanted popcorn, not Demons!

chapter one plot: The new movie is now opened in cinemas, Kpop Demon Hunters. As corny as it sounded your younger self would gone rabid. It wouldn’t hurt to watch it, right?

word count -> 6,924

#fluff #comedy #romance #heavily plot based #heavily context based #reincarnation plot

A/N: This took WAY longer than expected since I was stuck on which to pair the reader with, Romance and Mystery. If you saw on my poll, Mystery was already winning by a mile shot so here you lovelies go! Ive made TONS of references the ogs would understand in kpop and tons of modern day slangs. Keep in mind judging by the performance of this chapter, I’ll consider turning this into a series, LMAOO I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY!

Waking up on a Saturday with the rare satisfaction of being employed yet completely unbothered. Ever since you got a job, weekends were heaven to you. No urgent deadlines looming, no annoying texts from work; it was finally your day. Being able to lounge about like some slug, zoning out whenever you want, is relaxation at its peak; however, today was different. It was far more than just being a cat sunbathing. Today was a movie premiere, one that caught your eye ever since the trailer: Kpop Demon Hunters. Being a retired hardcore and die-hard K-pop stan from your younger days and now just being a casual listener, it was absolutely a corny title. Nonetheless, younger you would’ve passed out on the spot, being all giddy and kicking your legs. Tugged into nostalgia for a moment, facepalming yourself when a flash occurs. Trying to learn the choreography for Boy In Luv by BTS.. oh Jesus. Not even that; you were literally only 14 years old writing those weird mafia fan fictions of the members on YouTube, especially about Taehyung and JungKook.. A shiver ran down your spine, making you squirm comedically. In a second, you shook your head, trying to get those godawful memories away for now. You grabbed your phone and paced through your contact list, wondering who should go with you? Ah, Mi-Rae. Your primary school best friend, of course, she was the one who was equally as nerdy and weird as you were in the past. She was like your sister, even to her. Tapping on her contact followed along with the ringing dial; eventually, she picked up.

“Ouhh Y/N, what's up?” Her voice echoed. Wait what, echoed?

“Mm, Mi-Rae do you wanna go out today? That new movie we mentioned is in cinemas.”

“Aahh, Kpop Demon Hunters? Sure, I’ll be there in an hour!”

Her voice kept gawking like some crow, confused until you heard what seemed like water.. dripping.

“Where the hell are you?”

“Huh? Oh uh, I'm... I'm on the toilet…”

“Oh for the love of—“

“WOWW—“ click.

A deadpan expression intact at that very second, the dumbass said she was on the toilet; you couldn’t believe this was your best friend, but… then again, she's the reason why you laugh every day. Proceeding to get up from your bed to get ready, a laugh escaped because of that toilet-obsessed dumbass.

As usual, you wore a delicate pink blouse, its fabric whispering softly with each movement, edged with subtle lace that hinted at vintage charm. The neckline was modest yet inviting, adorned with a tiny bow that added a touch of innocence. This was paired with a layered, ruffled skirt; each tier seemed to dance with you as you moved, blending playfulness with elegance. A string of pearls rested gently around your neck, your smooth surfaces contrasting with the textured fabric of your attire, evoking a sense of timeless grace. In your hands, you carried a small pastel bag, its plush exterior and embroidered face whispering secrets of childhood wonder. Looking at the mirror, you smirked to yourself, “I’m baggin’ all the fyne shyts in the screening, he he he.”

An hour passed by, and Mi-Rae came knocking on your door. You were greeted by a smiley best friend who held up two tickets she got. “I got the VIP tickets before it ran out!” You went along with her excitement and laughed with her, interlocking your arms with Mi-Rae when you closed your door behind you two. “Gaja gaja gaja!” A small beep for your door lock code, signalling it was safe for you two to go outside. To be honest, it was a perfect day to go outside; the warm breezes cooled you down from the sunlight's radiance. Both a cold and warm feeling washing over you, making you feel like turning into a puddle. This is the reason why you loathed weekends. Walking to the cinema whilst you and Mi-Rae goofed about, making idiotic theories rewatching the trailer each time, and even fangirling over the members in Saja Boys, especially with Jinu. To be honest, it felt all way too perfect for you; you had a habit of always expecting something weird each time things became too good to be true. As always, you were right. Your gut feeling only grew sensing someone behind you and Mi-Rae, only being able to grasp an over-the-shoulder glance. A remark of a lady with purple hair? You tried to lay it off, but when you arrived at the lobby in the cinema, another glance over your shoulder, and it was the same lady. That purple hair.

“Yah..” you called out to Mi-Rae, who was busy eyeing the menu. “Hm?” Turning her head to you, she took your face as a signal and saw your eyes pacing back and forth at something. Following your swift glances, she took account of that purple-haired lady and met you with an acknowledgement. “Oh, her? I noticed too, girl.”

“Are we just too aware…?”

“Can you blame us? I mean, there's so many people here; she's probably just going to the same screening.”

Your eyes still showed an uncertain look, and Mi-Rae sighed, placing her hand on your forearm that was still interlocked with her opposite arm. “What lady would follow another lady, Y/N? That's just stupid, to be honest. Chill, the fyne shyts are waiting for us!” For a bit you were silent, but then an exhale, “Fine, fine!” You gave her a bright smile and decided to brush it off; it did make sense to you. Arguing with Mi-Rae who tried to get way too many snacks for just a one-hour movie, having to restrain this crazy girl before entering your screening. Sitting down, you took account of your surroundings but were met with disappointment; all the guys here was.. something… to say the very least. Mi-Rae snorted, which quickly made her stop herself in a heartbeat, “You really thought there was going to be fyne shyts here?” You groaned in response whilst grabbing a few popcorn from her holder, “Ugh, god forbid a lady wanted to pull, I guess.” She couldn’t stop cackling at you, “The only huzzes here are in the damn movie, girl.” Mi-Rae and you just started to laugh together, considering it was kinda dumb of you. The name of the movie was Kpop Demon Hunters. What kind of handsome guy would be there instead of fan girls? Your laughter quickly died down trying to shush Mi-Rae as the movie began, filled with excitement that younger you would’ve been ecstatic about.

Watching the credits dial in, the smile you had in the beginning was now wiped into a disbelieving one, Mi-Rae too. For a couple of minutes you couldn’t believe what just happened, and your eyes slowly panned to Mi-Rae who was drenched in tears despite her disbelief facial expression. “Girl…” Mi-Rae turned her head to you, “Girl..”

“What the HELL was that?!”

“Omg, don’t; I’m gonna cry again.”

“JINU JUST HAD TO GET NERFED?”

“Y/N STOPP!” The tears were already striking her cheeks, which just made both of you cry with laughter as you exited the cinema. Now the day started to end since Mi-Rae and you parted ways to your homes; on the way, you bought lavender-scented incense sticks. Tapping in your passcode on your door, a mini tune rang, hinting it was successfully opened. Taking off your heels from the feet heels and putting on your home slippers. Walking to the shelves where you lit the incense sticks, sticking them into an incense stick holder. To your right, your late mother's picture – you paid extra for the vibrant colours instead of the monochrome colour code, and a smile crept to your lips. “I'm home, amma.” You talked briefly about your day to her before sitting yourself down at your desk, thinking about how the others are reacting to the movie. You decided to open your laptop and go on Tumblr.com, typing in the tag: #Kpop demon Hunters and being shown multiple blogs already. You scoffed in disbelief seeing how people are quick with this, scrolling through a bit, and now felt valid for your reaction. Everyone was in distraught from the ending of Jinus death and even made such coping theories about it; however, what made you feel more substantiated was the disappointment about the other Saja Boys screentimes, especially about their potentials to thicken the plot further. You clicked your finger and pointed to the screen, “Exactly! So I wasn’t delusional!” A literal second after, you felt second-hand embarrassment since you quite literally yelled to yourself. Clearing your throat and trying to shake off the awkwardness. Hesitantly now typed in ‘Saja Boys x Reader’ and boom. Almost 30 blogs were already made, and you wanted to cry right then and there. Deprived from the damn directors in the movie, you went into a rabbit hole, reading all the blogs, in other words, fanfiction. At first you thought this was a good way of coping, but it did more bad than good, frustrating you even more to the point where you made your own blog.

‘This movie ROBBED us from the screentimes for the other Saja Boys. We get it, Jinu is the main lead and everything, but what about THEM, like hello, ZoeySetery and MiRomAbby, anyone??’

Pressing enter that published your blog, you went to get a bag of sugared popcorn. Plopping yourself back onto your chair, your eyes widened a bit seeing your monitor. An increasing amount of likes already surged to 26, then 50 and now almost 100? You clicked to see the reblogs and comments, and they too started to increase. A chuckle left your mouth as you leaned back more on your desk munching on your popcorn whilst wearing a proud smile. You were right along, and not to mention being validated. After some time of gawking and fed ego from your blog post, you placed the popcorn bag to the side. Trying to click back from your profile, it wouldn’t work? Clicking it more than you could count, the scent of lavender became more pungent, pinching your nose as it headed to your head, but it only got worse from then on. A flashing white light bangs on your monitor, a static-like void targeting your eyes. You tried shielding your eyes with the hope of your forearms — noticing something strange was happening to your sides. Seeing words… your words, dancing around like some aura, being separated into gibberish. The colours around now being distorted, “What the hell is going on—?!” Your voice shrieked, feeling your entire body getting sucked into something. Just as you can remember what happened beforehand, something landed, landed hard on your temples. That same damn cool tone lighting practically blinding you at this rate, “Jesus, can I take a damn break?!” You tried to say the words out loud, but it only came out as muffles. Your eyes now opening as your pupils differ from dilation or slits, trying to adjust to the lighting. A girl, — a really pretty one.. — was already crouched beside you, worry filling her face. “Y/N, is everything okay? Are you falling back?” The unknown girl helped you up by interlocking her arm with yours. “Where am I?” Who are you??” She just playfully slapped your shoulder softly as if this wasn't the same person who looked at you like you were some murder victim. “We’re auditioning, dumbass. Where else would we be?” Immediately your ears perked up at the word ‘auditioning’. Auditioning? Your eyes finally adjusted to that retina-killing white lighting, now taking in your environment. You're in a completely different room; this isn't your bedroom?! The room was fitted with black padding alongside the iconic brown silk wooden walling and flooring. It was painfully obvious to a dance room.

“What's going to happen?” You asked the girl whilst turning your attention back to her.

Click.

Everything paused. A set of monochrome colour schemes faded to everyone, even the furniture around them. The girl too. It made you jump a bit pulling your arm away from her, “Eugh.” Just then you heard a loud beep sound, definitely not making this more uncanny as it looks like. “System logging in. Succeeded! Y/N has logged in.” Your body darted to all corners of the audition waiting room. “Hello? Who are you? Where am I? Where are YOU?” The hollow, systemic voice ignored all your questions and only responded to the starter. “Hello, Host. You have entered a parallel world. It is based on the movie Kpop Demon Hunters. From now on, you’ll be one of the characters in the female group HuntriX as your name, Y/N.” Your eyes almost popped out of the indents in your bones, the system already preparing itself for a scream of a lifetime, “in…HUNTRIX?!” You barely have the vocals and the talent, let alone the mere strength of those girls. Well, not on their level, certainly not up to Rumi's level! Did this weird system even seen those powerful ladies?! Yet again, the system ignored your shrieks, the pitiful nature of yourself, and continued their dialogue. “You must complete the plotline to return to the real world, your world.” Your eyes dotted around the audit room whilst taking account of your surroundings fully, now considering what you just heard. Looking down, you realised that the white tag K-pop idols wore in your world when rehearsing had your name in bold and large font. “You must meet the following two conditions to complete this story: First, complete all the main quests and survive until the end by helping Huntrix defeat Gwi-Ma. Second, complete the hidden quest; both conditions are crucial.” A small “argh” let out, getting more prolonged as you felt the rising frustration boiling in your body hearing all these conditions. You just wanted to lie on your bed and rot in fanfiction and K-dramas, for God's sake; it was a damn Saturday! Now starting to pace around the audit room, giving scowls to the paused characters around you, the denial feeling tried to reason with yourself, thinking it's all a dream; however, you just fought your thoughts to forget since that weird lady system is here, and you might as well ask tonnes of questions to get back to your world.

“Fine, Fine – tell me, what's the hidden quest about?”

“Revealing the hidden quest will only be shown after you complete the beginner tasks.”

“BEGINNER TASKS?! ARE YOU SHITTING ME?”

“System unanswered, Task one: audition for the 4th member role in Huntrix and pass the audition.”

“4TH MEMBER OF HUNTRIX?! I’D RATHER DIE!”

Boom.

Everything faded to a deepened void, but seconds after, you snapped your eyes open, vision sharpening in an instant. Looking around like some headless chicken until realisation settled in, “Seriously?!”

“System unanswered: Now loading beginner tasks.”

“Three”

“Wait, no!”

“Two”

“I can’t do this System!—”

“One”

“GET ME OUTTT!” 

The characters and the pretty girl were now back to life, colour came back in your surroundings, and here you were. Hands grasping your hair, already groaning in vexation, only to feel a hand clutch yours, bringing them down, “Y/N, don’t be so huffy now! You’re quite literally after me, dumbass.” Oh, it was the girl. Trying to act as naturally after being consumed with information you didn’t want in the first place by that godawful lady system. “Oh… yeah.” You tried to sound as normal as possible and waved the girl bye, wishing her good luck before entering the private room. Since she was gone, you took the opportunity to walk about the audit room till a thought raised signals. Do you still look the same? Rushing to the wall filled with a large, consistent mirror, you blinked like a flashing light in shock, your eyes darting around your face, and even your hands shot up to cup your cheeks. “Holy shit…thank you, God.” Turning your face slowly to the left then right, you thanked God. Well... the system gave you an attractive face. You wouldn’t know how the hell you could pass with your original face; those ladies were top-tier visuals, god.

After a while the girl exited quite lively, and ushered, it was your turn on the list; you haven’t even thought of what you were going to do, which just made you cry inside. Closing your eyes in defeat, just accepting your fate as she literally drags you into that private room. You opened your eyes expecting random side characters but instead.. Bobby. Wait, Bobby?! Huntrix Manager was here instead of other judges? Well, it made sense considering Huntrix was a demon hunting group in secrecy, but it never showed on the movie Bobby knew about it. In fact, it just protrayed him being oblivious to their antics and believing the girls excuses. This caught you off guard but you managed to keep your composure; both was silencing to each other until Bobby spoke up, “Which song should we play for your audition?” Fuck. You didn’t think of anything and searched the area in bewilderment until a system message popped up. System is literally god here, huh.. Just like an angelic light is radiating to you, ‘Offer alert! You are able to require vocal support, however this will only work on a specific song. Drowning by WOODZ.’ Just like all the other times you almost cried then and there reading your favourite artist pop up, WOODZ, you placed your hand on the microphone and tapped the accept button. Soon after you cleared your throat before responding now, “I’ll be singing Drowning by Woodz.” You flinched a bit since you forgot to do the bowing, which you did taking into consideration of Bobby's face who had a light scowl. Shit. The instrumental of the song started to play, your hands back on the microphone; almost like magic you were able to ace the song. At first it surprised you trying to get use to it until the halfway mark entered and you were able to do it normally. Your head was rushing of multiple colliding thoughts trying to grasp your head on how the hell this is even working but at least you get to romanticise having a vocal talent. If only some fyne shyts witnessed this right now, you tearfully thought to yourself.

As the song came to an ending of a high bridge, you were greeted with silence and just the sound of you trying to catch your breath. Trembling breaths echoed through the microphone when you looked at Bobby, who had a blank stare. Was that normal? “Thank you, contestant 111, Y/N. Please exit the room and wait for the results.” You stepped back and didnt forget the 90-degree bow all the kpop idols did in your reality which you mentally fist pumped proudly. “Thank you.” With that you exited the private room seeing the girl, at this point, friend with a cheerful smile. Latching her arm around your shoulder asking how it went and wanted to know everything, you too. At least this helped your head in a better space after everything up until this point. It’s been almost an hour and the both of you were louging on the leathered couch just waiting for the results. The private room door flew open and Bobby entered with his bubbly smile reflecting like in the movie, such a girl dad you thought to yourself which made you smile even more.

“Alright ladies! I’ve decided who's going to pass this audition, keep in mind it was highly competitive considering this was short noticed. There will be only one able to pass.”

Hearing this you and the.. characters? Or people, god you didnt care. People ears twitched alongside with yours when they heard only one could pass, signalling everyone’s face no one knew about it which was an external shock even the staffs who were there too to supervise. A long deafening flatline filled the entire audit room, everyone was holding their breath, especially yours. What's going to happen if you fail the first task? Were you going to go through it all over again without the system offer or just.. not go back? Bobbly clicked his pen looking at us individually then writing something down onto his paper holder. He looked at you and everything froze in your perspective, until you saw the bubbly smiling creeping on his lips. Taking a deep exhale out of relief seeing this, it was music rhymes like a baby lullaby, to you hearing him announce, “Contestant 111, Y/N has passed this audition!”

Bobby made you follow him through a hallway filled with iconic kpop groups in this parallel universe, most of them being Huntrix. Over a course of weeks, you were introduced to the members in Huntrix: Rumi, Mira, and Zoey. Even Celina came over to teach you more about Gwi-Ma and the different types of demons, given a choice of wielding a weapon of your own. The choice differed from a bow and arrow, Uchiwa, and a scythe. You being you of course, picked the scythe the moment it was on the options list. Moreover, you were able to get closer to the trio, and they even welcomed you warmly as their own, and you were able to feel a part of it. For a moment, you forgot this was just part of a quest. These people werent real, nor was this world. You just managed to get sucked in by whatever cause you couldn’t find out.

You were in your room, lying on your back whilst twirling the scythe in your hands. It was a pause in this timeline until you flinched back up on your bed hearing Zoey barge in without knocking. “Zoey knock for gods sake!” Mira yelled despite her voice still being flatlined, “Oops, sorryy, Its just— its the first time we’re going out with our new member!” Rumi was the last to enter rolling her eyes light-heartedly, “She has a name, idiot.” You could only laugh seeing the dynamic between the three being awfully similar in the movie, getting up from your bed making your weapon disappear into strings of luminous energy then into thin air. “It’s only been 2 weeks; don’t worry about it Zoey.”

“So we’re going outside? What for?”

Mira and Zoey gave a side glance to Rumi who visibly wore a smile, “Just recovering my throat.” Mira chimed in, “Yeah, some kinda voice juice, which is totally legit by the way Y/N.” “It is legit!” Zoey caught Mira in her sarcastic tone which made her vocalise her snort. “ahh, tag me in then!” Zoey gave a cheer and invovled you into her dragging shenanigans in the elevator, “Gaja, gaja, gaja..!” Similar to how Mi-Rae urged you to go somewhere, it tugged on your heart, softening it by a mile. A growing fondness for Mi-Rae, missing your bestfriend wondering what was going on in your world. The group made its way to the central, which was crowded already, it was only 11am, the trio were confused and even alert by so many people but only you were smirking like a replica of anya. Today was the day you saw the ships start. You knew damn well what was going to happen considering your memory was of an orca. You followed them into the herbal clinic which Mira kept her suspicions up about it not being true. Entering in the same scenes happened, the doctor doing his dumbass I see tactic on Rumi, then Zoey, Mira. But what irked you was now he was doing it to you. “Uhm, why me now old man?” Your eyes flat into a enigmatic face knowing the guy was just fraud, “I see…. I see… I se—“

“Okay you’re embarrassing yourself old man, hurry up we need the damn voice juice.”

“Something..” he fixed his enormous glasses a bit before taking a better look at you, “something hovers over you… like some sort of leader.” Your eyes glanced at the three obviously perplexed, which was reciprocated by the trio. However, you did think for a second, could it be? Was he talking about the system? Ah, who gives a damn? You’re only here to help the trio… and obviously see your ships more! “Ugh hurry the hell up, helloo voice juice?” Mira spoke up in which the doctor agreed. They got the tonic box and exited the clinic, you and zoey both celebrating and Mira smiling as usual to you guys.

“Let’s hope the fans don’t see us—“ Zoey's heart dropped along with Mira, “Fans, Fans!!” They all chanted, hiding behind Rumi and tightening her hoodie, being behind Zoey you couldnt help but giggle, knowing what you were finally going to witness. Your inner fangirl finally completed. As the plot followed through, the shadows of 4 men now coming to life: Baby, Romance, Abby and Mystery. All flipping their hair in union as a backtrack of Love Me Right by EXO plays, a bit taken aback, considering this was ‘real life’, why the hell would a soundtrack play? However, in the midst of it another quest popped up,

“Beginner task 2 has started: Make sure the character Jinu helps up the character Rumi. Task has begun.”

“Wait what-?!” You mumbled to yourself knowing this isn't the plotline, why are you making this more juicy? And how the hell are you supposed to make Jinu help up Rumi when they just met considering now? Panicking you went to Mira side knowing Jinu may be appearing anytime but a warmth traced your skin like you were being watched. Following that feeling your eyes placed on.. Mystery? Wait why was he looking at you, Shouldn't he be looking at Zoe.. You glanced at Zoey and the comical popcorn abs scene already started seeing Abby show off his godmothering lovely build. Back to the damn mission, you snapped back to your reality. You had no time to worry about Mystery staring at you like some unknown ghoul, the hairs still standing up on your arms. You showed no interest to the Saja Boys knowing damn well you were shrieking internally and even fanning yourself a bit, your focus was on Jinu coming out. The task. Mira being the mature one noticed you getting rather focused on the background of these handsome men and before you could even blink again nor Mira pulling you back. Your shoulder tugged onto someone's biceps, and taken aback you lost your balance and fell on your bottom. A wince in pain on your lower back, a scowl ready to argue or insult, or both ready to fight back whoever nudged you. Your attention whipped upward, the irritated face soon turned into a sudden sensation. Looking up, your eyes met with Mystery behind all of that hair on his face, you could tell by one of the hairs separating. Holy shit, you never saw his face in the movie, this felt like a life time finally dying in joy. Mystery looked down on you, his face not peeking any emotion yet his actions said something different, his hand extended out to you. You followed along trying to hold his hand to get up, another system message occured. “Error! Task 2 has been complet—completeddddddd………— error!” You flinched trying to see the system message again but realised you might’ve looked insane trying to see something the others can't see. Just as you were about to hold his hand, Baby came and latched his hand over his shoulder. “Leave her be, dumb girl fell on her own.” Mystery now just stood there like some mannequin, only tilted his head a little to the blue hair, “This human has a small build; it's not her faul—“ Your shoulders dropped in incredulity, suddenly slapping Mysterys hand away, getting up on your own from the ground. He just took his hand back into his other hand, obviously showing his confusion. Baby just snorted like the jerk he is seeing your reaction whilst you gave him and even Mystery a glare, “Nevermind. I don't need your help.” In that moment Mystery had some time to think before speaking; he felt wronged in some kind of way.

“I never meant it like that, huma—“

“Don't be so heroic for her, Myste—“

“Baby shut it.”

“Both of you be quiet!”

Mystery and Baby looked at each other like you just slapped their egos with a flip-flop, from a damn human, hunter. Your mind was too far in the gutters to even pay attention to them nonetheless of that damn error popping out of nowhere when Mystery tried to help you up. Biting on the nails on your thumb your eyes darted around trying to find Jinu but the scene had already passed by, the three girls just staring up at you whilst helping put rumis tonic bags back in the box. “W-what?” You questioned out loud feeling a tingle of uncertainty behind you, Rumi just pointed behind you. Your eyes slowly made its way above your shoulders, but even before you made it there, you saw just purple silver hair still there which made you shriek and fumble away from it. “Jesus christ, what's your problem?!”

Mystery stood there watching down at you clearly displeased with your attitude back then, that jerk baby was already latching onto someone else, Romance. “Watch yourself.” He whispered in a low flat tone which made you scoff, seeing him walk away with the others. “Watch myself? Watch.. yourself you scary ass weirdo!” You shouted hoping it echoed through the alleyway now kneeling down to the others who made fun of those Saja Boys. It made you guys laugh in union but your mind never swept away, that line ‘watch yourself’ was suppose to be for Jinu, Rumis's scene. But… somehow Mystery said that line? Not to mention the error message from system? Isn’t this supposed to be going along with the movie plot? Surely you had no power to change it, youre a mere side character. Someone who just got sucked into this by chance.

“Hey hey!” A beating music perked all of the ladies ears, “What was that?” Zoey was the first to question and the group followed along, going as group creeping behind the wall.  “Theyre a boy band?” Rumi declared, like it was the threat of her life, “Let’s take a closer look.” You mentioned, to be honest… you only said that to see that infectious song Soda Pop with your own eyes. If this was your world, the real world, you would’ve gone crazy by now in the crowds. Zoey tightened Rumi's hoodie, which almost choked her to death,

“Zoe— ack!”

“Oh my god, sorry Rumi..!”

“You guys are insufferable…”

“Come on, it’s starting!”

You couldn't help but desperately announce it was beginning, even if you tried to conceal your excitement, the three girls could see right through you. Rumi took as you being competitive, Mira was taken aback and in doubt whilst Zoey was just.. being Zoey. The poor girl thought they were magicians the moment she saw that himbo Abby. Making your way through the crowds, during the performance you tightened your hands into a fist, trying your utmost best in composure not to scream the lyrics along with the boys. Jesus, the last time you did was when haechan, a kpop idol hit sang Faded in my Last Song live on TV and you swore your soul ascended. Although during the performance, you couldn’t suppress your giggles seeing Rumi’s irritated face looking at Jinu who kept teasing her to the brink but they soon found out they were demons, you on the other hand being the half omniscient character played along with them.

“They're... they're demons?”

“Magici-! Oh… yeah, definitely demons.”

“Zoey, how the hell did you not lose your head already?”

“Yah!”

Rumi grunted whilst getting our attention, “They’re stealing the fans, we have to stop this before anything worsens.” She declared with haste as she nudged pass the crowds, Zoey and Mira trying to follow her along. You being short was your perks in being able to push pass easier, already at the front wanting to witness the cutesy scene of Jinu wiping his shoulder smirking at an angry Rumi. Watching this you felt that same awkward sensation at your head like before, your heart beating slower and slower as you tried to find where it was coming from. Your eyes landed on Mystery; him again? Eyebrows now furrowed trying to focus on him without this damn sunlight flash banging your poor retinas, he was definitely looking at you. Again. You swore, his lips then moved, like he was going to say something until a pulsing bass, the system buzzing notification injected your ears, “ERROR: Dialogue Not Recognized. NPC Response Unassigned.” Through the cutting line sound, trying to regain hearing your eyes looked up at him. Not knowing if it was just your head playing games or this damn useless system, but it seemed as Mystery almost tilted his head, his gaze never leaving you as he signed to the crowd his goodbyes along with the other Saja Boys. So instead, he gave you a look, silent and heavy, before turning away. The pink smoke embodied all of the members, but now the system pinged again; fortunately, a softer buzz happened.

“TASK 3 UPDATE: You Are No Longer a Side Character.”

Your breath hitched.

You weren’t just watching anymore nor a support cast. You were part of this plot now.

The group, Saja Boys were now in their top floor apartment. Romance was already beyond tired, hunching his back to its extreme angle that Baby, the most laziest one of out the group look in disgust at the heart pinky. Jinu slapped Romance's back in a swift quick move, “Remember to maintain your posture Romances.” Romance yelped in pain, “Ow Jinu! Jesus, I get it leave my wonderful back alone..” Being the leader, Jinu noticed everything even with members who were eerily quiet, Mystery. He was already upright on the couch scarily, a book opened in his hand as his eyes trailed the strings of words. “Mystery.” Jinu called out, only earning a slight turn of his head to him before looking down on the book. “It’s serious,” Jinu sat down next to him as well as Baby on the other side, sucking on a lollipop with his arm on the back of the couch. Romance and Abby already bickering about god knows what, probably about their abs.

“My abs are so much better, you heart twink.”

“Hah, as if! My abs are way better leaned than you large bimb—“

“Shut it, you two!”

“Ugh..” Jinu pressed his fingers into his temple before looking at Mystery now soon after Romance and Abby quieted down to their shenanigans, “What was that about?” For a bit it seemed Mystery sat still, he was just thinking before he replied, “what do you mean?” He closed the book and left it on his lap, slowly turning his head to Jinu. “That- that girl. The black haired one, you know Mystery! You're the smartest here.” A small “ah” of acknowledgment realising what Jinu was hinting, “her..” he whispered in the same very low tone.

“I was just helping her.”

“Bullshit, you were defending her.” Baby took part in the conversation. “Okay who told you to join in Baby?” Baby rolled his eyes as he circled the lollipop in his mouth, he was kinda right though. “Are you sure you were just helping Mystery? You haven't done that in.. how many decades has it been?” Clearly visible now that Mystery tensed his jaw,

“I bumped into her, and she just had a weak build, so I felt the need to help her up. That’s all there was to it.”

“Mystery-“

“I saw the way you looked at during the performance…!” Romance ooed out mid way arguing with abby, “You can't deny that, afterall my name is Romance— ow, you fucking..!” Abby flicked the abs on Romance and kept flexing his even his biceps at this point. Jinu just sighed as he leaned forward, resting his hands on his knees now, “You can’t really defy that..I mean, we all did kinda see it.” Mystery again sat still, not moving an inch. He himself was trying to figure it out, he never paid attention to any human beings ever since transforming to this human version with himself. He had a flashback, seeing your irritated pride attacked face on the floor made him almost crack a small smile which was a slap to his face. How could a human so small stand their ground like that? It unsettled him more than he wanted to admit. Another flashback to where your sharp voice filled his head, through that alleyway: “Watch myself? Watch.. yourself you scary ass weirdo!” To be honest, he should’ve walked away with the others, but he didn’t. Instead, he looked back, twice, seeing her retreat to help out those members in Huntrix. Was she in that group? A feeling of strange weight pressing against his chest. Why did her defiance sting him like that?

Now doting back to their peformance where he couldn't deny, although he was doing fan-attention— oh fan service, that was what Jinu taught them. His attention kept sparsing to you, taking in the shit eating grin you had as your eyes googled between the purple haired lady and Jinu. Even when the performance ended, he tried to lean in and say something but nothing came out, just muffles. Why? He swore he said something to her just like Jinu did with his shoulder swipe to the purple lady. It felt like he wanted to itch his neck, force his voice outside but met with nothing, yet again with mumbles.

“Mystery?”

No response.

“Mysteryyy..”

Silence.

“MYSTERY!” Abby yelled like some crackhead infront of him. His whole body did a small jump looking around him now seeing the entire group huddled around him. He doesn’t blame them, seeing him act like that to a girl whom hes never even… met, right? Although they were demons that never slept, nor needed to, he knew tonight would be a long depriving one filled of questions from the individuals dumbasses.

After a long afternoon especially with finding out Gwi-Ma launched a demon boy band to break their honmoon, you slouched onto the couch alongside with Mira who let out a loud groan of relaxation. “Couchh…” you both let out with a tired smile. That was soon ended by Zoey and Rumi who appeared behind the two causing you and Mira to jump up a bit. Zoey sat on the circular cushions stool, and Rumi sat on the opposite side couch leg crossed. “We need to kill those demons.” Rumi got straight to the point, “A new song.. for the idol awards.” Zoey brought out the multiple books of lyrics out of nowhere, “Already have 30+ demon insults drafted in these bad boys!” Mira took a glance at the large window walling, “the honmoon is already.. having weak spots from just their existence, guys.” You clenched your fist knowing you were the one to continue the same plot as in the movie but… that task, task 3, no longer a side character? What the hell does that mean? Support more from the background to defeat Gwi-Ma?

“We have until Idol awards, guys; we can do this. Zoey you’re in charge of the lyrics, Mira—

“Make the dances more hotter.“

“Exactly, Rumi stall your voice until then. This is quite literally going to be our last chance, everyone, until some demon apocalypse shit happens.”

In that moment it drawn down to silence, your eyes were on your lap already in the midst of your thoughts until Zoey decided to break it. “Y/N,” your head tilted a bit a small “hm?” as a response until your gaze was on her. Both Rumi and Mira exchanged knowing smirks despite your confusion. For the first time since being sucked into this movie you had no idea what was going on.

“Sooo..” she nudged your shoulder, “Zoey spit it out…”

“That silver hair guy dumbass.” Mira spoke which enlivened Rumi, “Yeah Y/N, what was that about hmm?” All their voices were annoyingly teasing you which just made you denying everything even more aggressively, waving your hand at all those remarks the trio did.

“Did you see the way he looked at you?”

“You can barely see his damn eyes.”

“He literally helped you up!”

“No he was just belittling me, dumbass.”

“All those head tilts in your direction..!!”

“You three are beyond delusional.” You and the three now in a laughing fit. Despite these enjoyable times, your mind never met an ease of calmness ever since weeks ago being reincarnated into this movie. After all these laughs, you made your way to your room. Flooding yourself into putty on your bed, you cuddled one of the pillows close to you. Finally have a peaceful moment to yourself, you thought about back then, with.. Mystery. You never thought he could act like that, seeing how he was portrayed in the movie you thought he just wouldn’t bat an eye to you. You wouldn’t blame him but then again after those interactions? You didn’t know what to think, drifting into a deep sleep.

A pair of yellow eyes glinted from the shadows, watching through the glass door without a sound.

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summary: legend says a true love's kiss cures all... tropes: first kiss, sick fic characters: jade additional info: romantic, gender neutral reader, reader is yuu, mentions of kissing but nothing explicit

"It's a children's story. Don't listen to him,"

Azul pushes his glasses up his head and rubs his eyes. He's in good health and yet seems more worn and weary than the coughing boy in bed behind him.

You look between the two. Jade is smiling, despite the rasp in his throat.

"...Are you sure?"

"Prefect," Azul sighs. "I know you're unused to the rules of this world, and I sympathize with that. But you are not a child. A kiss is not going to cure a cough."

You glance between the two again. "...But he seems so sad,"

Azul frowns and taps your forehead. "You're not some poor, unfortunate fool. Don't fall for... whatever it is he wants from you,"

"I'm not asking for much, Azul," Jade croaks from his sickbed. "If I truly had malicious intentions, wouldn't I be soliciting something of value?"

Azul covers your ears. "You should be resting," he snaps at the eel. "And please, for the love of the Seven, leave the Prefect alone! The very last thing I need is to be accused of inappropriate conduct. I don't need the staff involved in lounge affairs..."

"You say that as if I'm going to eat them," Jade grins, baring his pointed teeth.

"I wouldn't put it past you," Azul mumbles, his hands leaving your head. "I have to see to the lounge. Floyd will come to take your place in a few minutes. Don't get too close to the bed. He bites."

Your eyes widen as Azul waves the bedroom door shut behind him. Jade remains in bed, perfectly complacent and calm. His hands are folded over his stomach, there's a pleasant smile on his face.

"...Well, then," he says, once the sound of Azul's footsteps have finally faded. "I suppose we'll wait for Floyd."

You take a seat at the desk, careful not to touch any of the little glass boxes and jars full of moss and mushrooms that cover it.

Five minutes go by. Then ten. Then thirty. Then it's been fifty minutes. Jade leafs through a thick book. You shift uncomfortably.

"...It's rather uncomfortable, being ill in a human body," he says. He's soliciting sympathy from you. Azul had warned you about this. "Unbearably hot. However do you stand it? I could collapse if I wasn't already in bed."

He looks fine. But there's still a sheen of sweat on his cheeks that glistens in the mellow light.

You look away. "What're you reading?"

"Oh, this? It's what I was telling you about, before Azul interrupted," he smiles. "The story of the mermaid princess. Shall I summarize?"

You open your mouth, and nothing but air comes out. He continues anyway.

"She had wanted to be human. And this was a time where potions for these purposes weren't widely available, so she sought the help of an expert potionmaker. She was offered a generous deal: if she kissed her true love, all of her wishes would come true. Isn't that nice?"

You blink. "Why are you telling me this?"

Jade sets down the book, which he hadn't really been reading. "Only making conversation. Is it not intriguing how stories from both land and sea cite a true love's kiss as the cure to all ailments?"

You can recall a few stories like that. Lilia had told you one, once, and so had Rook. Both seemed more like fables than fact.

"...I suppose,"

"Of course, there is some truth to the sentiment," Jade says, as if sensing your suspicion. "It may not be a miracle cure, but it certainly lifts one's spirits. Ah, I am so very warm..."

Is this working on you? Why is this working on you??

Floyd was supposed to be here an hour ago. But it's still just you.

"Is it really that bad?" you ask, to which Jade nods solemnly.

"I'm used to the cold of the Coral Sea. I've never felt so uncomfortably warm before,"

Curses. He almost looks pitiful. He's pouting. You've never seen that face on him before...

You leave your seat at the desk and stand over his bed.

"Alright... to make you feel better,"

---

Azul opens the door, a tray of tea and cough drops between his hands. "I just ran into Floyd in the courtyard, he says he never came at all, I'm terribly sorry that you- AH! PREFECT! You look awful!"

You're slumped against the side of the bed, face flushed and warm. Azul sets down the tray and hurries to feel your forehead.

"...Dreadful. Of course, you're sick. Did he bite you? He bit you, didn't he?"

"...A little," you mutter, which is technically true. Azul snaps his fingers in front of your face to keep you from falling asleep.

"What did I say about getting too close to the bed?"

Jade snickers. Contrary to you, he looks happy as a clam, leafing through a mycology magazine. "Why, I'm insulted. I'm not an animal, Azul. I can control myself,"

Azul frowns and mumbles to himself. "I'll be in the Prefect's pocket for months... how will I repay this?"

"No need," you manage, wearily waving him off. "...Well, maybe a warm cloth wouldn't hurt."

"Yes, right away," Azul says, standing from your side.

Jade just smiles, setting his magazine over his stomach, completely unconcerned.

"Take your time, Azul. I can tend to the Prefect just fine," he says, "I have a cure for all ailments that's proven to work,"

[scoupsakakitty]

could you write idol! jeonghan meeting y/n for the first time and scoups noticing that jeonghan is in love at first sight ??? ty ty luv it blog <3

Coffee Shop | idol!Jeonghan x Influencer!Reader | fluff

The small coffee shop was a welcome escape from the bustling streets of Seoul. The warm aroma of freshly brewed coffee mixed with the faint scent of vanilla and cinnamon, creating a cozy atmosphere. Y/N sat by the window, her laptop open in front of her as she edited her latest vlog. She had always loved quiet places like this—somewhere she could focus, unwind, and just be herself.

Her fingers danced across the keyboard, occasionally pausing as she sipped on her iced latte. She was deep in concentration, completely unaware of the group of young men who had just entered the café.

Seventeen had just finished practice, exhausted yet eager to recharge with their favorite drinks. Jeonghan, as usual, was more focused on finding the most comfortable seat than ordering a drink, but something—someone—caught his attention.

Seungcheol noticed it instantly. The way Jeonghan’s gaze lingered on the girl by the window, how his normally relaxed posture straightened slightly, and how his expression softened into something almost… mesmerized.

“She’s even prettier in person,” Jeonghan mumbled, mostly to himself.

Seungcheol smirked. “You should talk to her.”

Jeonghan scoffed, tearing his gaze away. “Why would I do that?”

“Because you’ve been staring at her for a solid minute.”

Jeonghan rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t deny the pull he felt. He knew who she was, of course. Y/N was a well-known influencer, popular for her travel vlogs, fashion sense, and down-to-earth personality. Despite her massive following, she always seemed approachable. Still, approaching her was another thing entirely.

Seungcheol, always the instigator, grinned mischievously before nudging Mingyu. “Watch this.”

Before Jeonghan could stop him, Seungcheol took a deliberate step toward Y/N’s table, pretending to stumble as his iced Americano sloshed over the rim and onto the floor right near her.

Y/N looked up in surprise as the commotion unfolded beside her. “Oh!”

Seungcheol immediately put on his best apologetic face. “Ah, I’m so sorry! That was totally my fault.”

She laughed lightly, waving a hand dismissively. “No worries, accidents happen.”

And just like that, Jeonghan found himself standing next to her table, feeling oddly nervous. Y/N looked up at him, recognition flickering in her eyes. “Jeonghan, right?”

He blinked, momentarily caught off guard. “Uh—yeah.”

Y/N smiled, resting her chin in her palm. “I love your group’s music.”

Jeonghan, usually quick with words, found himself at a rare loss. “Thanks. And I, uh—I like your content.”

She raised a brow. “Really?”

Seungcheol, now thoroughly enjoying himself, nudged Jeonghan. “He watches your videos all the time.”

Jeonghan shot Seungcheol a glare before turning back to Y/N. “I watch them occasionally,” he corrected, though the warmth in his ears betrayed him.

Y/N chuckled, tapping a few keys on her laptop before closing it. “That’s cool. I didn’t expect an idol to have time to watch vlogs.”

Jeonghan, now regaining his composure, slid into the empty seat across from her. “Sometimes we need an escape, too.”

Seungcheol smirked before excusing himself, leaving Jeonghan and Y/N alone.

“What are you working on?” Jeonghan asked, nodding toward her laptop.

“Editing a new vlog,” she replied, tilting the screen slightly so he could see. “It’s from my last trip to Paris.”

Jeonghan leaned in, genuinely intrigued. The footage showed a montage of Y/N exploring the city, trying different pastries, and laughing at the camera as she attempted to order in French.

“You make it look fun,” he commented.

“That’s the goal,” she said, smiling. “Traveling isn’t just about fancy locations—it’s about experiences.”

Jeonghan tilted his head, watching her with interest. “You really love what you do, don’t you?”

She nodded. “I do. And you?”

He chuckled, leaning back. “Most days, yeah. Some days are exhausting, but when I see fans enjoying our music, it makes it worth it.”

Their conversation flowed effortlessly, as if they had known each other for years rather than just meeting for the first time. Jeonghan found himself completely at ease in her presence, a rare occurrence for someone who usually kept his walls up.

As their drinks dwindled and the evening stretched on, Y/N checked the time. “Wow, I didn’t realize how late it was.”

Jeonghan followed her gaze to the clock and sighed. “Yeah, time flies when you’re talking to someone interesting.”

Y/N laughed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Smooth.”

He grinned. “I try.”

Before she could gather her things, Jeonghan spoke up. “Can I see you again?”

Y/N paused, then smiled. “I’d like that.”

Seungcheol, who had been watching from afar, smirked as he saw Jeonghan scribble something on a napkin and slide it toward Y/N. As they left the café, Seungcheol patted Jeonghan’s shoulder. “Told you so.”

Jeonghan simply smiled to himself, already looking forward to their next meeting.

[nanenna]

This Montage Could've Been a Beach Episode

Sleepy King AU Masterpost

Sad Danny Hour is finally receding enough I can get back to the more fun and light hearted stuff. Hope you all enjoyed the angst, there's absolutely none anywhere in this fic, I promise! ;D

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Diana grew tired of her team arguing in circles. “Stop, all of you. We’re getting nowhere.” She glared the gathered magic users down as they all looked to her. “Young Danny has been up on the Watchtower for several hours now, it’s highly unlikely whoever made this god egg doesn’t already know where he is. I cannot in good conscience let this boy leave without at least attempting to get the Ghost King out of him.”

Constantine tossed the earpiece Danny had used earlier at Diana, who caught it easily. “Clever bit of necromancy, that earpiece. Necromancy, luv. The Ghost King.”

“Nevertheless,” Diana said firmly, “now that we know what’s causing the block, can you work around it?”

Constantine sighed deeply, but the others paid him no mind.

“There are a few spells,” Zatanna said hesitantly.

“A few tricks to get a look, at least,” Dr. Fate agreed.

“Wonder Woman said he has blessings,” Raven said quickly. “They’re likely from trials Phantom has passed.”

“Yes,” Dr. Fate agreed. “It still wouldn’t hurt to look into them, they may be affecting how Phantom interacts with Danny.”

“Before you go,” Constantine interrupted as the group turned to head back. “The first rule of god eggs is you cannot let anyone inside know they’re inside one. The chick especially.”

“That is good to know,” Diana said with a nod.

“Make sure other two know as well.” Constantine shoved his hands in his pockets and let his shoulders slump as he spoke, as if he had no faith in that fact changing how Batman and Superman would act.

Diana could understand that attitude, it likely wouldn’t.

Diana’s communicator made a noise. She pulled it out to check it.

Superman: Danny is asking for someone named “Puhdora,” we think he means you.

Ah, now Diana truly knew how Clark felt. This boy, who doesn’t even know the danger he’s currently in, has mistaken her for someone he trusts. Well, if it will help keep him calm until the matter is resolved she will do her best to be this Puhdora person.

The group quietly filed back into the kitchenette, Zatanna, Marvel, and Fate quickly making themselves some more tea while Diana leaned down to murmur Constantine’s warning in Bruce’s ear. From the way Clark’s head was tilted he heard her too. She then moved her chair around to sit on the other side of Danny from Clark. She gently brushed some hair behind the boy’s ears.

“Pindoa,” Danny drowsily mumbled, hard to hear with his mouth pressed against a mug.

“Hello again, Danny,” Diana said gently with a smile, though her thoughts were spinning. Had he just called her Pandora? As in the titaness who guarded a chest that contained many great evils? That was incredibly concerning, if the beings who created the god egg included a titan she shuddered to think who or what else were working with her. She pulled out her communicator.

Wonder Woman: He has mistaken me for the titaness Pandora. Cpt. Marvel: Well that’s not ominous Dr. Fate: At least we now know the general power level of the beings who made this god egg. Zatanna: What is a titan doing looking after the Ghost King? Constantine: Oh great a bunch of angry bloody titans

Diana was distracted as Clark pushed a tablet in front of her. As she took the device she glanced over to see Bruce tapping away at his wrist computer. How kind of the man. And the device was already open to Phantom’s file, truly Bruce was very thoughtful. Diana angled the tablet so Danny wouldn’t be able to read the screen and started reading over everything Bruce had collected so far.

The pressure in the room began building again. She could feel the energies swirling around them as the magic users began casting their spells once more. She glanced over at Danny from the corner of her eye, he was yawning again. Ah, so he felt it too. As should be expected, even if they weren’t entirely sure how aware Phantom was of the situation.

The most important thing right now was to find out how entwined the two were after that cult’s summoning ritual. Constantine had stated that the boy had died and the Ghost King was the only thing keeping him alive, that likely his mind would be ripped asunder by the tyrant when he woke. Would Phantom be the same? Would the shredding happen on its own or was it a choice? As Diana skimmed through the information Bruce had gathered on the new king she couldn’t help thinking surely if it were a choice Phantom would do all in his power to protect young Danny. Time and again the young spirit had put himself in harm’s way to protect the people of Amity Park. Yes, he stumbled from time to time, everyone does. It was quite clear to Diana that this god egg wasn’t a series of trials for a tested hero, but rather a playpen for a young child.

A weight leaned against her side. Diana looked over to find Danny had switched from leaning against Clark to leaning against her. She tenderly brushed his hair from his face again and smiled down at the boy, who sighed in contentment.

If only gods didn’t view mortals as little more than play things. Phantom may be a small child in a playpen, but children were rough on their toys and mortals were so very fragile. There had miraculously been no deaths due to Phantom’s trials, she sent up a silent plea that Danny wouldn’t be the first.

The group chat, which was minimised in the corner of the screen, started moving. Diana expanded it to see what was going on.

Zatanna: I don’t think there’s anything we can do. Dr. Fate: It’s likely part of Phantom’s trials, to find a way to get out without hurting the boy. Cpt. Marvel: Assuming it’s actually part of the trials and not an accident. I doubt Phantom getting summoned is part of the god egg. Wonder Woman: Judging from the information Batman has been gathering, Phantom has a rapport with the children of Amity Park and will likely do all in his power to not harm Danny. Constantine: Sending the kid back to where the adults can keep an eye on him would be best Batman: If you’re all in agreement.

Diana glanced over to see Bruce frowning down at his wrist computer. She did not like the conclusion any more than him, but there was only so long they could risk a titan’s wrath, let alone the wrath of wherever else was working with Pandora.

Clark scooted his chair back, took a deep breath, then slapped his hands on his knees, “Well.”

Danny scrambled to chug the rest of his hot cocoa and distractedly put the mug down so he could stand with Clark. Diana couldn’t help smiling as she serenely stood to keep pace with them. Despite having rushed, Danny stifled yet another yawn and blearily shuffled after Clark as the man considerately kept his pace slow for the sleepy boy.

Diana sent out a quiet prayer he would be well.

They must have made quite the procession as their group headed for the Zeta tubes: Constantine and Raven well ahead of them, Clark, Danny, and Diana clustered together, followed shortly by Batman, Zatana, Dr. Fate, and Captain Marvel trailing after. Quite the escort for one single teenager who was basically sleep walking through the Watchtower.

“Ow!”

Diana startled and looked to the side just in time to see Danny bending down to pick up what appeared to be a boomerang, his other hand rubbing absently at the side of his head.

Danny heaved a great sigh, “Guess Jazz got imp-... uh… what?” He looked around at them, fully awake and clearly confused.

“Well, it’s a good thing we were just taking you home then, right?” Clark asked with a nervous chuckle.

Danny looked at the group of heroes around him, then down at the strangely glowing boomerang. Clark reached forward, likely to try gently encouraging Danny to continue down the hallway, towards where Constantine was staring at them in open mouthed shock.

Danny ran.

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౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹  rival!gojo head-canons

contents: 18+, mdni. rivals to (maybe) lovers. slight fluff, suggestive, crack, slight angst if you squint, smut. gojo satoru x reader.

tw: mentions of sex. actual descriptions of it. suggestive talk. unprotected sex p in v. oral. pet names. degradation. humiliation. satoru being somewhat of an (loving) ass.

a/n: i literally forgot how much i love writing head-canons. i left this one on a cliffhanger on purpose teehee lolz. thank you so so so much for the followers and support i'm getting. luv to hear your feedback! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

rival!gojo who has his patience and ego tested the minute he found out who you were.

rival!gojo who finds it endearing that someone other than him is on par with being the strongest. if endearing meant slightly blood-boiling.

rival!gojo who only heard word that you can “maybe” beat him in a fight and he “maybe” holding that as a grudge.

rival!gojo who sees you for the first time and his brain does a hard-factory reset.

rival!gojo who only laughs to himself that the world is cruel for making his own “arch-enemy” the hottest thing he’s ever set his eyes on.

rival!gojo who was starstruck, he knew that he had to know everything about you, for “research reasons.”

rival!gojo whos first encounter with you went something along the lines of:

“heard you’re the strongest.” “funny, heard the same thing about you.” “try not to die.” “are you kidding? and hand you over the title like a fucking crown?”

rival!gojo who jokes with your own students about joining the winning side, leaving you to be taught by him.

rival!gojo who will never admit that he lovessssssssssss that someone is as strong as he is, contradicting any bit of “malice” he has towards you.

rival!gojo who won't hesitate to call you, “princess” to mock you. truthfully, he’s mocking himself knowing that deep down he wouldn’t mind calling you that in all seriousness.

rival!gojo who purposely sits across from you in important meetings, taking any and every opportunity to speak to you. arms crossed over his chest while smiling. “dont get why i'm here really. look at her, she’s a big girl. i probably can leave the jujutsu world and it’ll be just fineeeee.”

rival!gojo who knows that the world needs him, but wants to be showered in compliments that prove he’s better. he only glances your direction, “ah, but if i leave, who will keep you on your toes?”

rival!gojo who after many, many years has this “relationship” with you that consists of; sly comments, wandering eyes, and moments that leave you both questioning the other.

rival!gojo who knows your favorite color, season, show, drink, how you like your toast charred— what? he’s just getting to know his “enemy” a bit more, relax.

rival!gojo who knows that you’re both the strongest, so it’s a ticking time bomb of who caves in first.

rival!gojo who no one can ever tell if you guys fucking hated each other or were just straight up fucking.

rival!gojo who purposely turns off his limitless near you, making excuses that “you’re no threat” to him. he secretly wants you to touch him because it means he’ll get to touch you.

rival!gojo who will never miss the opportunity to pass snide comments:

“ms. superhero is here, everyone clear way.” “not enough room on this earth for your ego alone, gojo.” “please, call me satoru.” “hm? why is that?”  “just want you to memorize the name of the person who’ll beat you one day.”  “if you’re trying to be sly with your insults, doing a terrible job.”  “princess, it’s not classified as insults if it’s the truth.” “would it make you happy if i just infatuated your self-worth like everyone else?” “there’s a lot you can do that can make me happy actually. start off by shutting up, maybe?”

rival!gojo who is constantly told to stop provoking you as the higher-ups know if you both take it too far, an actual war will break out. “gojo, behave yourself.” he only pouts, arms crossed over his chest, “whattttt? I’m being as friendly as i can be!”

rival!gojo who overhears the higher-ups scold you for replying back to his comments that are on equivalent with his childish behavior. “don’t entertain that idiot.” you only blink dumbfounded, “he started it! i’m nothing but kind and he's just a dumbass with too much power.”

rival!gojo who actually knows every little detail he wanted to about you. If it was your technique, dirt on you, your weaknesses, believe he’ll already know. “still keeping tabs on me?” “i don't understand, even if i was, we’re supposed to be working together sweetheart.” he only snickers, “although, you wish you mattered that much.” eliciting an eye-roll from you.

rival!gojo who actually finds you funny. someone who can keep up with him in all categories? yup, he’s making you his one way or another. you’re either the greatest blessing to occur to him or the reason he believes love truly is a curse.

rival!gojo who does find out if you’re attracted to someone or not and keeps a bit of an eye on who you’re interested in. by no means will he stop you from pursuing who you want, you deserve to feel happiness even if it isn’t with him. even if it means if it’s short-lived happiness, it was enough for a sorcerer who’s life-span is a guessing game. but he’s greedy. he’s selfish. he doesn’t want anyone else to take you, and he won’t directly interfere, but don’t think he isn’t pulling ropes in the back. 

rival!gojo who’s been your secret admirer for a while now, making sure to purposely get you gifts no man outside of his own status can ever top off. even if they were in his own status, he’ll quickly prove that he IS the Gojo Satoru and no one can top that off. if he can't outright admit he wants you, his pseudo-identity will. who do you think bought you those bouquets that swarmed your house that one valentine?

rival!gojo who notices that you’re wearing the pricey bracelet he bought you, snickering softly, “wow? the evil witch managed to successfully cast her spell in making someone like her?” glancing his direction, noticing a smug look on his face as his chin rests on his palm. “dunnooo gojo, maybe you’re not the only one here people find attractive.” you state, eyeing the handsome face of a man who would eat that shit up if you admitted it out loud. with a shit-eating grin, he spoke, “oh so you find me attractive?” unamused in a softer tone, “never said that, never will.” clicking his tongue, a deeper grin stretched out his pink lips. “you’ll come around eventually.”

rival!gojo who noticed that the bracelet didn’t have a cute necklace to accompany it, making a mental notice.

rival!gojo who isn’t actually your rival, he knows that you know he doesn’t have a big ego that you use as a cheap jab. there’s an unspoken mutual solidarity between you two, maybe the faux rivalry and self-worth being tested was a result of a fake relief you both fell in. maybe you can both pretend that all is well in this world. labeled the title of the strongest places all the responsibilities on both of your shoulders. he feels for you that this life isn’t kind to you or him and he feels a pang of guilt knowing that what’s expected of him, is expected of you too. does he hate you at all? never. does he hate knowing that someone else is burdened with the same path as him? more than anything.

rival!gojo who doesn’t understand why you’re still fighting. he has wealth, good looks, a huge dick, a sense of humor and is the not only the strongest but is a clan head. why don’t you just let him take care of you instead? why don't you end up in his arms at the end of the day? why don’t you let him massage the knots in your back and clean up dried-up wounds? why don't you unravel in a bath with him as you lay on his chest, playing with his fingers? why don’t you let him try the same sweets he really likes? why don’t you just let him occupy your world like you have with his?

rival!gojo who won't simply go at it with you like teenagers, he wants to see who will fall into the trap of falling for their rival first. he notices the way your eye lingers on his lips for a split second, or your face that paints that you feel tempted to bite the apple that god forbade you to. he wasn’t an idiot, and neither were you. he wasn’t physically keeping a distance from you more often because he was repulsed from you, no, it was quite the opposite. he knew that if given certain stances, he’d lose all control. but gojo didn’t want that, this was a game. he had to win. It wasn’t about a title anymore, it was about you. he had to win you.

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rival!gojo who has sexual tension with you that can be cut with a knife, making everyone in the room shift in their seats.

rival!gojo who just eyes you up and comments under his breath that you’re probably so tense from the lack of dick you’re getting. “what was that satoru?” “nothing at all princess, you’re hearing things. get your ears checked out maybe.”

rival!gojo who doesn’t want to get under just your skin but under your sheets too. 

rival!gojo who wants to dominate you in every aspect, especially in bed.

rival!gojo who wants to pummel your pussy into the ground whenever you catch an attitude with him, which is mainly all the time. this one particular time when taking down a curse led you both on thin ice. “satoru, you’re supposed to guard me. the curse could’ve easily escaped. what the fuck were you doing?” you state walking close to him, arms out in disbelief with furrowed eyebrows. “huh, well maybe if you knew what you were doing you wouldn’t be relying on me.” he looked down at you, voice brattier than usual. “rely on you? i’d rather be thrown on the ground right now and have a special grade eat me whole.” faces only inches apart, he tugged his blindfold above one eyes, face growing cold. “I doubt it would remotely even want to eat something as vile as you.” your eyes only glued to his somber face, looking beautiful when disparaging as if it was double the taunting. clearing your throat, “as if it would want to taste you.” a gust of wind escaped his nose in disbelief, “please, it wouldn’t be the only thing here that would want to taste me.” pupils dilated, eyes directing staring in each others souls, you only scoff. “and who’s to say that you wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to throw me on the ground?” his once stern face, had a hint of lust wash over in the form of a slight smirk, “not really a fan of wrestling someone so weak, i’ll just feel bad for you. really.” given the circumstances and the hoards of curses making way, he actually regretted not taking you right then and there. his idea of wrestling equating to absolutely demolishing your guts.

rival!gojo who wonders what it would be like to shut your soft, plush mouth up with his own.

rival!gojo who wonders if the bitter insults that roll off your tongue taste sweeter in his mouth.

rival!gojo who is more than giddy to hear that you’re assigned together to train, because he’s not just thinking of physically fighting you. his mind trails off to training you to take his cock instead.

rival!gojo who wants to test your strength in seeing how many rounds you can go with him. this isn’t about training.

rival!gojo who imagines taking you in for the first time; raw, ass up in the air, back arched inhumanely possible, large hand gripping at your hair follicles, and the harsh slapping of skin filling the room. he needs to take you in the most humiliating way, he wants to make you feel all sorts of ways while all he does is snicker about how good you clench on to him in a lewd position.

rival!gojo who often thought about calling you his cum-slut, while he’d make your pretty tongue lap up and down his thick dick groaning about making sure not to be an ungrateful whore and to swallow every last bit of him.

rival!gojo who can’t tell if he wants to fuck the shit out of you or if he wants you to fuck the shit out of him.

rival!gojo who encourages you to wear shorts and tight clothing while sparring. he literally just wants to make you comfortable, nothing at all hidden underneath.

rival!gojo who just takes his sweet time trailing his eyes all around the curves of your body before smiling softly.

“something caught your eye satoru?”  “ohhhhhhh, nothing. just studying your technique.” “is my technique my ass?” “what? a man can’t make sure you have good form?”

rival!gojo who can sense with his six eyes that he gets you wet, he knows that you know which makes it all the better. 

rival!gojo who laughs at you making comments about him probably acting all high and mighty due to a lack of “something.” was it sex? was it his dick? “wouldn’t you like to know pervert?" oh how he wish he can just make you feel the depth of his dick by making you look at the bulge he'd make in your tummy.

rival!gojo who actually does get in a heated making out session with you; hair gripping, tongues slick against each other, moans trapped in each others mouths, dry humping like a bitch in heat, lips engulfing one another. “who the fuck knew that gojo satoru was a needy bitch?” you say breathless, a string of saliva connecting your shameful lips together. “oh please, i was doing the world a favor by shutting you up.”

rival!gojo who finds himself panting as well, dazed out expression, foreheads still touching one another as noses nudge. he huffs slightly, rosy hue scattered across his face. “one more time.” he states breathless, eyes half-lidded. “kiss me one more time,” his voice continues off while you snake an arm around his neck drawing fingertips up and down his undercut. with his eyes shutting softly a sudden gulp, “need to make sure i hated it as much as you did. yeah, yeah, something like that.” he murmurs off before your heads are titling slightly, eyes both shut tight as lips press together on a soft impact. juxtaposing the messy, down-right nasty, desperate exchange of saliva masked as a “kiss.”

rival!gojo who finds out himself that your lips were indeed, soft and he liked the feeling of them pressed against his more than off.

rival!gojo who has to hold himself back from absolutely demolishing your pussy in the middle of combat. through growing pants, you squint your eyes at him from a distance. “g-growing weak satoru.” he’d only blink slightly, shaking his head mentally, the thought of having you pant for other reasons goes on in his head. while staring at your face, “huh, guess i am.”

rival!gojo who jokes that one day he’ll make you cry. unaware of what he meant by that, you only roll your eyes at his statement. although he would kill to hurt you, he wasn’t lying, he would kill even more to see your precious eyes drown in tears of pleasure when taking his fat cock in inch by inch. 

rival!gojo who has you pinned with your hands above your head as he pushes his muscular upper body into yours, feeling every rigid of muscle on your own. “are you purposely trying to be weak or do you just want an excuse to be used as a rag-doll?” pressing more of his body weight on yours, the clothing unable to hold a barrier of the heat and desire emitted off you two. He grinned, voice dropping an octave, his breath hitting your nose, “you disgust me.” quickly flipped the narrative so he was underneath, arms pinned up above his head while your bottom half straddles his groin. a thick, rock-hard sensation felt underneath you, clothing still having a hard time masking your pulsating clit and his dick that’s twitching. staring directly into his cerulean eyes, “clearly, not enough.”

rival!gojo who just knows your pussy is tight and lethal. he knows you’re practically walking around with a pool drenched between your legs waiting to be spread out by him. it’s even worse knowing that he is right. he thinks he can fix that nasty behavior right out of you with a good ol’ lesson on his cock.

rival!gojo who wants nothing more to completely get lost in your pussy, spending hours either making you cry from his dick or convulsing on his tongue.

rival!gojo who is still patient. patiently waiting for the day you slip up before he thinks of casually slipping his 8 inches in your silky folds. little does gojo know that day will be approaching sooner than later.

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omg wait acolyte!reader sleeping with Qimir not knowing he’s her master and everytime they hookup, she starts to see him become more dominant and possessive in bed. until one time where he just goes something like, “be a good girl (enter nickname that only her master calls her)” and she just realizes it mid ya know lol. i love you 🙇🏼‍♀️

little star | qimir

SUMMARY -> being with qimir elicited fun and peace away from your duties at hand you do for your master. though, your master might be doing the same when his mask slips in the heat of the moment.

qimir x acolyte!fem! reader

masterlist

GENRE -> nsfw/smut

WARNINGS -> unprotected p in v, doggystyle & outdoor sex

WC -> 1.01k

a/n: filth! HAHAHAH LUV THISSS

likes, comments and reposts are greatly appreciated !! <3

enjoy !!

“qimir…”

it was a spur of the moment as always.

you breathily moan out his name as you grip the bark of the tree whilst he pushes his cock further inside you from behind. the sound of the local insects in the forest are accompanied by the noise of qimir’s groans and your breathy whimpers as he pounds into you with such vigor against a tree. it was amusing to say how you two managed to get riled up in the middle of a serious situation, in a rainforest of all places. you had found him hanging by a tree and it turns out mae had put him in that situation.

“i should-“ you breathily say but pausing as qimir harshly grips your hips making you groan. he was demanding and more dominant this time and it makes your core clench at it. “i should save you more often… if this- ah!- is my reward.”

the snap of his hips to the plump swell of your ass is even more rougher and qimir chuckles behind you. he bites his lips, staring down at how your flesh ripples with each powerful thrust he does.

“i’d take you like this from now on then.” he slaps one soft cheek and you yelp at the sudden sting. you turn your head back to look at him, loving the way he was so different than the first time you two had hooked-up.

it was like any other day that time, he visited the remote planet you and your master resided on, delivering fresh supplies as per your master had requested for him. your master had left for a particular agenda that time as he said to you, leaving you to deal with him. you always had an eye on the dorky accomplice and you knew how he looked at you. the subtle too-friendly touches there and you even managed to flirt with him for fun until both of you seemingly snapped at that very night when the tension was too heavy. to say, you rode him on your bed until he was a blabbering mess underneath you.

but now, he seemed to want the upper hand this very moment and it makes your cunt clench around him tight.

"you like the thought of that, huh?" he chuckles lowly. "you want me to fuck you like this?" he snaps his hips rougher and faster and you couldn't quip back at him but enjoy how his cock is spearing inside you with such intensity.

you only nod your head dumbly as you gripped the tree trunk with all your might to not stumble forward with how hard his thrusts are. qimir bends forward, wrapping his arms around your waist and torso, lifting you up to his chest with his strength and you grip his arms for leverage as he wetly kisses your neck.

"oh, fuckkk-" you mewl out as his cock hits the right spot from this angle. you wonder now, if your master would be displeased with you for having this quick romp when you really need to focus on is finding mae and master kelnacca. you dismiss those thoughts for now, wanting to enjoy your time with qimir. you have to deal with mae after this as she had seemingly betrayed the two of you when the information of her sister osha appeared. the master would be very much displeased.

"right there. don't stop. i'm close!" you begged the man behind you and he shakes his head as he kisses your cheek.

"not yet." he cruelly whispers to your ear as his hand delves down to rub your clit and you whined at him.

"please." you tilt your head back to rest it on his shoulder, you could feel your high coming and the thought of cumming on his cock is getting you near there along with his slow circles he is doing on your clit.

"be a good girl for me." he nips your neck. "be a good girl for me, my little star."

you gasped as his thrusts went faster and your eyes widened at the sudden nickname he had said that your master has always called between the two of you. you couldn't really process it for a moment as you were focused on not letting go but your heart is pounding and your mind is in a disarray on what you should focus on. qimir smirks as he surges to capture your lips in a heated kiss as he mumbles between your lips the sweet words you are waiting for.

"come."

you cry out his name and you thrashed in his arms as your orgasm hits you. he fucks you through it as his thrusts became sloppy, he was nearing his high and you let him use you. you now come to a realization, mae or qimir nor anyone knew of that endearment your master calls you. unless...

"master?" you call out to qimir and he groans loudly as he pushes his hips forward and cums inside you. you feel warm all of the sudden as his cum fills your cunt, you're panicking now as he lets go of you and you stumble forward, catching yourself as you stand straight and turn to qimir.

"took you long enough." he grins and you stay frozen, the dawning realization that you had been fucking with your master. shame trembles in you and you think for a moment that you should flee. qimir smiles at you as he reaches towards your shook figure. you let him touch you and you blink dumbly as his cum drips down your thighs. he stares at that with a hungry glint in his eyes and your core clenches. and you think for a moment if this is a good idea but your master has other plans as his hand goes down to your messy cunt mixed with both of your juices.

"come on, little star. we aren't finished yet." you hold your breath for a moment when he towers over you.

but all your shame is thrown out the window as he kisses you.

[clairecrive]

Hey there, I got an idea for a request Alfies secretary is a quiet girl and Alfie is always flirting with her he loves to make her cheeks blush red. And one day she finally becomes brave and says something flirty back to him and he gets all flustered first as he wasn't expecting it and then he's like "fucking hell" with his cheeky grin and makes his move while he has the chance and gives her the best kiss of her life💖

A/n: Hello everyone!! It's been ages since I last wrote anything, let alone for Alfie. However, lately I 've been right down obsessed with him again and couldn't fight the urge to write for him. I found this in my inbox and I'm so so sorry it took me this long to write this!

I'm not going to tag anyone because I don't even know if there's still anyone reading this blog lol. but let me know If you want to be tagged.

MASTERLIST

"Cat and mouse"| Alfie Solomons x reader

"Hello, luv."

"Hello, Mr Solomons."

"Ah, pet how many times do I have to tell ya, eh?" You had been working for Alfie for a while now. Enough time to make you a trusted employee. Even more than that actually. if his relentless flirting was enough of tell.

By now, you were on first name bases. But even though Alfie was quite outspoken about his appreciation of you, the only way you told him it was somewhat reciprocated was by flushing furiously whenever he flirted with you.

It wasn't enough. Not anymore. And while Alfie was patient and respectful of your shy nature, you were done with this cat and mouse dance. You wanted him. You're just waiting for the right time to go for it.

"There's Mr Shelby waiting for you in the hallway, should I let him in?"

Alfie groaned at the name. You knew it was only to keep up his burly grumpy man persona he got going on. Deep down, you thought he didn't mind Tommy's company much.

"Only if you come in with him, pet. I need something beautiful to look at to survive that fucking bore, right?"

Blushing at the insinuation you nodded before going to let Mr. Shelby in and retrieve pen and paper. This was actually part of your job description. Alfie's request was more because he was a flirt and he liked to see you flush.

Nothing but charm in his vein, let me tell you.

"Ms. Y/N will be with us so she could take notes and whatnot, I hope you don't mind Tommy but to be fair, I don't give a fuck if you do, right?"

"She always does Alfie." Tommy drily pointed out while lighting a cigarette.

"Yeah well, I like to be surrounded by beautiful things, don't I?"

"So do I, Alfie. So do I." Tommy agreed

"Alright gentlemen, if you could stop flirting with each other and move onto business please. Mr. Solomons. has a packed schedule, as I'm sure you have as well Mr. Shelby." Rearranging the papers and documents in front of you, you dressed the two men. You knew that they could go on for while like this. Especially alfie had a way of talking for hours without actually saying anything. It made for a perfect business strategy but you knew that he actually needed to settle things with Tommy.

The brume acknowledged her with just a light tilt of his lips while your boss sputtered in shock.

"Fucking hell, pet. What the fuck are ya on about, eh?" He looked at you, and you could see that other than the shock for your outrageous implication, there was actually surprise in his eyes. And then a pleased glimmer.

You only raised an eyebrow at him to silently suggest to just get on with the meeting.

"Fucking women, eh Tommy? Wild creature they are, I tell ya. You never can guess what's on their fucking mind, can ya."

"If you'd get on with it, then maybe you'll have enough time this evening so that I can tell you over dinner."

You had never seen Alfie Solomons speechless. Hell, you had never seen him be silent for more than one minute. You bet that he talked even in his sleeps.

Well, would you look at him now. Eyes wide and mouth almost open. If you hadn't just taken a huge leap out of your comfort zone, you'd find this situation funny.

Tommy Shelby probably did.

"You know what, Alfie? I'll come back tomorrow." And with just a tilt of his head in your direction, the brummie was off and out of Alfie's office.

Meanwhile, Alfie was still looking at you. Which was making you nervous. And when you were nervous, you tended to rumble.

"What? Is it such a preposterous idea?" you said being defensive.

"Fucking hell, pet. Didn't know you had it in ya."

"You're not the only one who can flirt, you know." You mumble, suddenly shy.

"Of course, not. And I fucking hope you're not going to stop either." He smirked at you. Pushing away from his desk he turned so that he was completely facing you.

"Now, why don't you come here and show me exactly what's on yer mind, eh?"

Burning. Your cheeks were burning red by now. But you did exactly what he said. You got up and you walked so that you were now facing him.

With him sitting down and you standing in front of him, you were almost the same height.

You didn't know what to do with your hands, with yourself really. That sudden burst of courage was long gone now.

Taking you in, Alfie could see that as well. Smiling, he gently pulled you even closer to him.

"We could wait 'till dinner and even after that, pet y'know? There's no rush, yeah?" He softly promised. He had been flirting with you for months after all, what's a few more weeks or however much you needed?

"I don't want to wait anymore, Alfie. I just don't know what to do." You looked at him under your lashes, all bashful and cute and Alfie could barely restrain himself.

"Then let me show ya, right?"

Gently cradling your face, Alfie leaned in. He let his nose touch yours in a gentle caress so that you had time to pulled away if you wanted to.

Then, when you didn't he finally kissed you.

It was gentle and soft and, in your opinion, the best kiss in the world.

[queers-gambit]

Blue Bunny

prompt: you and the Twins show up to collect the same debt.

pairing: Tangerine x female!reader

fandom masterlist: Bullet Train

word count: 4.4k+

warnings: Tan's real name being Aaron, Lemon's real name being Brian, Mafia antics, depiction of murder, blood, guns, brief physical violence, given nickname [ Bunny ], Daddy's Girl trope? dialogue heavy fic.

"I like the lilac, what do you think? Maybe the yellow?"

"The pink's rather nice."

"How's about green? For St. Patrick's Day? Celebration of spring?"

Your lover chuckled over the receiver, phone set on speaker to the desk in front of you. "Think I prefer the blue," he replied, the smirk evident.

"You always prefer blue," you teased, handing the bottle of pale blue nail polish to your nail tech. "So, tell me, where are you now? Haven't seen yah all week," You pouted, placing your AirPods in to keep the conversation private. Not like it mattered, your nail tech, Collette, only spoke French, and she was the only other person in the room.

"'Fraid I can't divulge that information, sweetheart," Aaron sighed, "on a bit of business right now."

"Now? Like, in the present?" You chuckled, nodding at Collette when she pointed at the length of the acrylic.

"Yeah," Tan mused back, "say hello, sweetheart!"

"Hello, luv!" Brian, or otherwise known as Lemon, was heard calling. His twin, your lover, used the codename Tangerine for the contract agency they worked for - keeping their identities safe. Something you didn't necessarily have to worry about, being as your name held power. It was something like a shield in the criminal world, everyone knowing your surname dictated fear.

"Oh, hello, my sweetness," you cooed, grinning slyly. "What's it you two are up to? What sort of business are you on?"

"Ah, hang on a tick, love," Aaron mused, setting his phone down. You waited patiently, hearing a series of gunshots ringing out as you watched Collette paint the pale blue in sleek, professional strokes. Screams echoed over the line, tires screeches, several grunts of exertion, but you didn't so much as flinch, just admiring the work your nail tech did.

You blew on your nails, admiring the color.

Collette asked if you wanted to keep the paint shiny or add a matte overcoat, you humming, replying in French that you preferred the shiny coat. She held up a bottle of silver glitter, perking her brows, watching you nod - trusting her artistic eye.

"Hello? Still there, Bunny?" Aaron got back on the line, using your pet name he bestowed on you after your first date. You had a cold coming on, and after he kissed you, you instantly sneezed - nose screwing up like a fluffy bunny.

"I'm here," you smiled.

"Right, what color did you go with?"

You grinned, "Take a guess."

"Blue's your color."

"More like yours. I much prefer pastels, but I think this color's the best of both our preferences."

He chuckled, "Listen, yeah? You free Thursday? I'l be in your neck of the woods."

"Ah, I'm traveling this week," you answered with a pout, "what about next week?"

"I might be able t'swing that, yeah," Aaron agreed easily. "You hear from that Edward bloke recently?"

"No, no, I've told you, I'm done with him. You're quite the jealous type, you know, scared him off real good."

"Ah, well, don't like folks touchin' what's mine, now, do I?"

"Apparently not," you smiled, phone line beeping with an incoming call. "Oh, shit, I gotta go, Aaron, Daddy's calling."

"Mhm, and we all know you betta answer, huh?"

"It's how we all stay alive," you laughed. "Bye."

"See yah real soon, Bunny. Make sure your toes match!"

You hung up with a laugh, then accepted your father's incoming call, "Hi, Daddy."

"Hello, sweet one," he answered. "What are you up to?"

"Collette's doing my nails."

"Ah, very good. What color?"

"A pretty pale blue."

"Wonderful. Tell Collette I say hello. We'll have t'get her a sensational Christmas bonus with the way you work her."

You chuckled, "Yeah, yeah, I know."

"Listen, poppet, I need you to do something for me."

"Mhm, anything you need, Daddy."

"One of our associates is late on payment."

"How late?"

"A week."

"Oh, you're taking time in collecting," you mused, appreciating the full set Collette was detailing. "What's the hold up? Why wait?"

"I'm stuck in Prague."

"Daddy."

"I know," he rushed, "but I need you on this one, princess."

"Who's the associate?"

"Fella name Wilmer DeLano."

"I know of him, doesn't he own the chain of pharmacies? His son and I went to university together, right?"

"The exact same," your father confirmed. "I need you to go collect, princess, please."

"How much is the debt?"

"With the added week, chalks it up to $3 million."

"US dollars?"

"Yeah."

"Since when do we deal in US dollars?" You asked with a curled lip.

"Not the question I think you want to be asking."

"Uh, no, you're right, okay, sure, I can collect. Tonight?"

"He's not expecting it, knows I'm still in Prague. Take Rufus and Gunther with you for protection detail."

"I'd rather take Samuel."

"No, he's doing a different favor for me."

"Daddy."

"He's making a delivery, all right?"

"What about Gunther and Casey? Rufus creeps me out."

"That's fine," your father agreed with a sigh. "Listen, princess, tonight might get a little hairy, so I want you prepared."

"Daddy, I'm literally getting my nails done, I'm not handling a gun. That's what Gunther's for."

"I taught you better than that. You protect yourself, you can't depend on anyone else."

You nodded, "Yes, sir. Do you wanna call the boys or...?"

"I'll call them, don't worry. Just be ready to go by 8. Remember, princess, $3 million - and make sure you count it, too."

You agreed, promising you loved him, then wishing him luck in Prague on whatever his business was. After hanging up, Collette smiled, asking in French, "When are you going to tell him?"

"Tell him what?"

"That you have a boyfriend," she laughed. "He's your father, he'll be happy for you."

"I don't have a boyfriend."

"Oh, please," she scoffed, swiping the glitter on your nails. "That boy that you're always on the phone with? You're not hiding it, not from me."

You felt warmth flush your chest, heating your core. "He's still not my boyfriend," you mumbled stubbornly.

"He picks your nail colors," she grinned, "that's a boyfriend!"

You double checked the address your father sent, nodding at Gunther in the driver's seat. "All right, lads, I want this a clean collection. Just got my nails done," you smirked, the lights of the three-story home still on and indicating DeLano must've been home.

"Yes, ma'am," Casey agreed, getting out of the backseat and opening your passenger door; helping you out, letting you readjust your clingy black dress. Gunther moved around the back of the car, grabbing the usual go-bag brought to every collection.

Slowly, carefully, you stalked up the long driveway, heels clacking with every pace. You let Gunther peer through the windows, him nodding before leading the way to the backdoor. It was simple enough to jimmy the lock open, silently swinging the door wide open and stepping over the threshold.

Casey went around the side to enter through the living room as you walked through the kitchen, surrounding your target. Wilmer DeLano was sat at his dining room table with his wife, looking up when you cleared your throat. He jolted in shock, but Casey blocked the only other doorway; his gun in hand, both clasped in front of him.

Gunther checked the rest of the house.

"Hello, Mr. DeLano," you greeted casually. "Oh, something smells wonderful in here, you cook this?" You asked his wife, casually strolling up to the table, Red Bottoms sounding over the polish hardwood floors. You plucked up a slice of roast, tearing a bite off and humming, "Oh, very good that. You're a lucky man, Mr. DeLano to have such a talented wife."

"Who are you?" The portly woman begged, flinching when you hummed and brandished your gun.

"Right, guessing you don't know," you nodded. "Your husband's in a bit of a lucrative business, Missus. Nice house, though," you gazed around, "lot of fine art you've got hung up, saw all name-brand appliances in your kitchen."

"H-He owns a chain of drug stores - "

"Yes, yes, yes, I know. Very true," you agreed, "but that's only a front, it's not the full picture. I'm here to help illustrate, if you will. C'mon, why don't we all go into the living room? Hear that's where the safe is kept."

"What is happening!?" Mrs. DeLano demanded, gun pointed at her temple.

"Up, up," you demanded.

Slowly, Wilmer lifted from his seat with his hands held in peace, "Okay, okay, we can - let's go talk in the living room. Just don't threaten my wife, she's got nothing t'do with this."

"For now," you agreed, gathering the couple to the living room couch.

"Boss," Gunther alerted, dragging your old university classmate and a previous lover, Edward DeLano, up from the basement, "found this one down there, smoking a joint. Rest of the house is clear."

"Wonderful," you nodded, gesturing for Eddie to sit. "You bring enough to share with the class?" But your old peer just looked around the room of criminals. "Guessin' he didn't wanna share," you pouted, then rolling your eyes. "Well, now that we've all gathered - "

Suddenly, there was a noisy crack and bang as the front door was kicked in, making all three of you gangsters turn with weapons drawn and aimed. However, you chuckled and dropped your arm when you realized it was the Twins, Aaron and Brian, or Tangerine and Lemon, standing in the splintered doorway.

"At ease, lads," you chuckled, holstering your gun to your thigh. "These are friends of mine."

"You outsourced the job? Out your fuckin' mind, princess? Huh?" Casey growled, not lowering his gun as Tan and Lem strolled in.

"Don't fuckin' talk to her like that," Aaron snapped instantly.

"Fuck off, Casey, I would never outsource, I know the fucking rules," you sound more amused than anything.

"Well, ain't this fun?" Aaron mused with a grin, strolling in casually before pausing in the open foyer as Brian tried shutting the door again - but it the very doorframe was shattered, making it impossible. "Sorry 'bout the front door, ol' chap, but you understand, yeah? 'S just business," He nodded at DeLano. "Bunny," he smirked at you, hands in his tailored suit pants pockets; polished Italian leather shoes gently scoffing across the floor.

Aaron magnetized to your side, coiling his arm around your waist to lean in and peck your cheek.

"Hi, handsome. Thought you weren't in town until later?"

"We wrapped a different job early," he answered. "Question is: what're you doin' here, love?"

"Collecting debt payment."

"No shit," he grinned, "so are we."

Your head cocked; leaning into his side with your own arm wrapping around his chiseled waist. You asked, "He owes my father money. You?"

"Owes an associate, too." He smirked at the DeLano's you two stood in front of, "Ain't that right, geezer? Got yourself into a bit of a pickle, didn't yah? Got a bit of a problem with the nose candy, don't'cha, naughty boy?"

"You told me you quit!" Mrs. DeLano hissed, "now you're in debt!?"

"I have it under control," Wilmer deflected stiffly.

His wife sobbed and begged, "W-Would someone please just explain what's going on!? Who are you people!?" Tears fell fast. "What do you want from us!?"

"This ain't rocket science, love, fuck you mean what do we want?" Lemon snickered. "You not listenin' or something?"

"Ah, right, well, I was in the middle of explainin' the situation," you told the Twins, waving a manicured hand in the air as if swatting away a pesky fly. "'Ello, lovie," you grinned at Lemon when he stationed himself on your other side, "good t'see you."

"Sweetheart," he nodded, offering a side hug when you released his brother, "been too long, hasn't it?"

"Since Cancún," you agreed. "Right, then! Onward, ho! Casey, darlin', would you be a doll and open the bag? Get us set up t'count up?"

"'Course, boss," he agreed, kneeling at the mahogany coffee table and unzipping the duffel you brought.

"Right," your hands clapped, the family jumping at the sudden sound, "back to what I was sayin'. See, your husband owns the drug stores, that's true," you allotted, "but he also launders money for the Mafia. For my father, my family. Maybe you've heard of him?"

You relaid your father's first and last name, seeing the Fear of God paint over the DeLano's. "What?" Eddie snapped at his father sat beside him. See, despite dating briefly, you kept your identity a secret from Ed. "What have you done!? Do you know who her father is? Know what he's done!? He fuckin' gutted his own brother - "

"Allegedly," you interjected sharply.

" - all in the name of business! You don't know what this family is capable of!"

"Yes, boy, I'm well aware, the man is my bloody business partner," Wilmer snapped right back.

"Well, not so much of a partner now, are yah? Just more of a fuckin' nuisance," You smirked, earning the attention again. "So, you see, your husband washes our money, earns a significant cut for shouldering the risk. Payment's collected every two weeks and as of today, your husband's a week late on delivering our cash load."

"I-I can explain, please - "

"No need," you cut Wilmer off, "because I didn't get t'where I am now by listening to pathetic explanations. I don't listen to excuses. Fact is, you own my father money, and because you're late, the total is now $3 million - and he wants it in US dollars."

"Well, ain't that somethin'?" Tan smirked at Lem. "Turns out, he owes our client some million, too."

You hummed, nodding, "Right, right, but see, thing is, if my Daddy ain't paid, he goes postal. Nasty business, truly messy, just a chaotic clusterfuck, bodies left everywhere, cities in shambles." Turning back to the family, you offered, "So, we're just gonna make this easy. You cough up what you owe, we won't blow your brains out all over this nice Persian rug. Mmmh! See that, love?" You pointed to the fabric you stood on, looking at Aaron. "That's real authentic, you can tell by the threading. Be a shame to ruin it, yeah? Exquisite work."

"Sure is," he agreed, "but did you see up there, Bunny? 'Bove the mantel?"

"Oh, yes," you breathed in impression, "an ancient Aztec tribal mask. An artifact, very hard to get your hands on. Heard the British Museum was actually lookin' for that particular mask."

"Seems like Mr. DeLano is quite the collector of finer things," Lemon admired, pointing at a portrait on the wall. "Oi! Is that what I think? Is that a fucking Monet?"

"Priceless," you nodded.

"Listen, right, we've got strict orders, yeah?" Your lover sighed, shifting his weight. "We're t'collect payment by any means, a message is t'be sent. Right?"

"That's right, yeah," Lemon agreed, crossing his arms. "Make sure this kinda misunderstanding don't happen again."

Gunther asked, "You need tarps for this?"

You refused, "No, we're not here to kill anyone. We're here to let a loyal man the opportunity to pay us what's owed."

"Listen t-t-to me," Wilmer begged, stuttering in fear, "I don't have the money. Okay? The government came sniffin', I had tax liens to pay off to avoid prison time - "

"More fuckin' excuses! Jesus, fuck, man!" You groaned. "Who do you think can do more damage - the bloody government or my family? Huh? Look, lad, I know you've got what we're owed, so, be a good li'l boy and open the safe. Huh?"

"Fucking do it, Dad!"

"What're you doing, Wilmer? What are you waiting for!? You can't play this game! You'll get us all killed!"

"I don't have the money! How can I pay with what I don't have!?"

"Why do I not believe that?" You mused to Tan.

"'Cause you've been in this business a helluva lot longer than he has," Tangerine / Aaron answered. "You know a rat when you smell one, I reckon."

You nodded, then pulled your gun out again, aiming, and firing at Eddie's knee to shatter his kneecap. Blood splattered onto the couch. He screamed in agony, you raging above the panicked cries and shocked shouts, "Do I have your fucking attention now, Mr. DeLano?"

Edward sobbed in pain, trying to staunch the bleeding, Mrs. Delano gasping and shrieking. "Do whatever they want, Wilmer! For fuck's sake! Just do it!"

"Listen to your wife, mate," Lemon advised. "Unhappy wife, unhappy life, innit?"

You aimed at Eddie's other knee, firing, causing another flurry of screaming, crying, and begging. "If you want your son t'only have two bullets in 'im, I suggest you get moving!" You barked, aiming at Wilmer. "Now!"

"Well, wait a tick," Tangerine halted, "if we're both on the job, how's it gonna look if the geezer's telling us the truth, hey? Who gets the money?"

"Let's find it first, darlin', distribute later," you breathed as Casey finished setting up the automatic money counter. "Mr. DeLano? I advise you to do what we're asking. See, I use to duck hunt - I'm an excellent shot. The next bullet's goin' in your son's head and I never miss. Now, where's the fucking money!?"

"I don't have it! Please!"

"The money, DeLano, where's the fucking money!?"

"Please - "

"You want a dead son!?"

"All right!" He sobbed, "All right, fine! Yes, you win! Just please, please! Don't hurt my family anymore! Please, just leave them alone! I'll do what you want, just - leave them out of this!"

You nodded, "Well, you fucked with my Daddy's money. Only right I cripple you in a sense. Hey? Now, chop chop," you checked your watch for the time, "I'm a very busy bee and don't have all night."

"You're a smart lad, DeLano, we know you would've wanted to prep for a comfy fall if it came to it," Lemon laughed easily from beside you. "Ain't no way you're bone dry, know you have money stashed for security. Just c'mon, mate, these two sickos consider this a sort of foreplay, they'll go all fuckin' night with yah if you continue to refuse," he gestured at you and Tan.

You tacked on, "Lotta places to shoot someone without killin' 'em. Just saying..."

Wilmer stood from the couch, his wife shooting across the newly vacated space to embrace her whimpering son. The money launderer approached the Monet painting and lifted it from the wall; revealing an iron safe. You shared a look with Tangerine, smirking as the combination was entered and the door opening.

"That's what we fuckin' thought," Tangerine sneered, seeing the stacks and stacks and stacks of money. " Fuckin' hell. Right, so, look, count up the lady first. We'll settle after," he sniffed, fluffing his suit's lapel, picking off a piece of lint.

Wilmer began handing stacks to Casey to count, one of your arms crossing over your stomach to prop up your other arm; hand limp in the air. "Faster," you demanded, the man sweating bullets.

"Oh, now, look at that," Tan mused, taking your hand to admire your fresh manicure, "you went with blue."

"Like it?"

"Looks real pretty, Bunny, but I know something these would look better wrapped around," he grinned, making you smack his stomach playfully. "You wanna go get drinks afta this? My treat."

"Sounds like a date," you accepted, Gunther storing the counted cash into the dark duffel. "How's it lookin', Casey?"

"Looks 'bout right, boss," he reported, handing over another stack of banded money. "You want me t'count the Twins up?"

"Oh, if you would please, darlin', it would be very helpful," you nodded. "But I'm having a thought, right? Stay with me, would yah?"

"Oh, go on, toots, you've got great ideas," Lemon encouraged with a chuckle.

"Not always," Casey snickered, "remember what happened in Texas? At that Western bar?"

"Oi, the electronic bull was not my fault!"

"But the incident with the tequila and donkey was!"

"Hush!" You scolded. "Listen, all right, you see, this fucker tried to stiff us all... Let's clear the safe out. Take away any safety net? Truly cripple him, set him back to nothing?"

"Sound like your father," Gunther chuckled.

"That's a compliment," you shot back. "Go on, I want the lot."

Gunther agreed, standing, and approaching the safe. He shoved Wilmer out of the way, sweeping his arm into the safe and starting to load up the duffel. "You can't do this! If you take it all, what are we supposed to do!? How is my family supposed to survive when leeches like you suck us dry!?" Wilmer barked, making the amusement drop from your face.

"Watch your tone."

"No! No, I will not! You think you're high and mighty because of your father, but you're just a spoilt little girl! You all break into my house, extort me - "

"Can you truly extort a criminal? For the money they owe other criminals?" Brian / Lemon wondered out loud as he meandered the living room, making you shrug.

"He likes playing victim," you mused, but in the time you looked over your shoulder, Wilmer charged. You gasped when his shoulder bullied into your gut, tackling you past Tangerine and into the coffee table, shattering it.

"GO! RUN!" He shouted at his family, Tangerine lunging instantly to wrangle him off of you; the breath knocked from your lungs.

"Got some fuckin' nerve, don't yah!? Touchin' my girl!?" He raged, throwing the man to the floor again. "Nobody fuckin' moves!" Aaron growled, gun pointed at Wilmer.

"Not like they can, two blown out knees," Brian grunted as he helped pick you up from the wreck.

"Yeh all right, Bunny?"

"All right, love, yeah," you answered and adjusted your dress, picking up your weapon as Tan began wailing his balled-up fist into Wilmer's face at a jackhammering pace. It was wildly attractive, watching the man you were in-love with beat the shit out of someone who offered you threat and harm. Then something caught your eye, gasping, "Oh, you rat bastard! You broke my fucking nail!"

You yanked Tan back; aiming at Wilmer, pulling the trigger to let a close-range bullet explode the man's head; leaking brain matter on the Persian carpet. You turned to Mrs. DeLano and Eddie, cocking your head as they begged and pleaded for their lives, but you weren't listening anymore. "Got it all, boss," Gunther informed, dropping the stuffed duffel. "What we doin' with them?"

"Exactly what my father would do," you decided. "No witnesses."

"PLEASE! NO, GOD! NO, DON'T, PLEASE! WE WON'T SAY ANYTHING, I SWEAR! I SWEAR! PLEASE! MERCY! MERCY MERCY!"

Three more gunshots sounded, Tangerine's gun smoking before being tucked back into his shoulder holster under his jacket. "Well," he fluffed his lapels again, sniffling harshly, "shall we be on our way, Bunny? We good here?"

"Oh, might as well - got what we needed," you agreed, grimacing when blood bloomed towards your expensive shoes. "Ugh, what a mess. I'll make a call, have this cleaned up, pose it as a murder-suicide," you side-stepped the puddle. "Gunther, Casey, take what you want from this place, get the cash back to the stash house. I'm gonna grab a drink with the lads," you smirked, looping your arm with Aaron's.

Lemon / Brian packed up their share of the money, following behind as Tangerine / Aaron lead you from the house; placing a cigarette between his lips and lighting the end, inhaling, tossing his free arm around your neck. The night was dark and brisk, refreshing on your clammy skin as you stabilized your breathing; always a little shaken after taking life.

Call it morality.

Once in their tinted Mercedes, Brian got in the backseat, Tan rolled his window down to smoke, and you pulled out your ringing cell phone to answer, "Hi, Daddy."

He breathed in relief, "Good, you answered. Means nothing bad happened."

"That's not entirely true," you admitted. "We're leaving now."

"What happened?"

You winced, brushes already forming, "DeLano got bold, he attacked. So we left no witnesses."

"Good girl," he praised. "You feel all right?"

"Yeah, I'm good. I'm actually going to drinks with some, uh, friends," you glanced at Tangerine - seeing his lips pulled in a smirk as he started the car and pulled off down the street. "Turns out, DeLano didn't just owe us, but some coke dealer, too. Right, love?" You checked.

"Right," Aaron confirmed, reaching over to plant his hand on your thigh and give a soft squeeze.

"Right, yeah, so, he tried lying 'bout money, I shot his son's kneecaps - "

"That's my girl!"

" - and cleared the safe out. That's when DeLano attacked me - "

"WHAT!?"

"Daddy," you reprimanded softly. "I'm okay. Actually, the hired contractors on the job saved my arse - they showed up after we did with the same agenda. Gunther and Casey are gonna take the cash to a stash house, I gotta call Mr. Brooks about cleaning up."

"Did you say contractors?"

"Yeah, uh, you know, from The Agency?"

"You mean hitmen?"

"Yeah, guess you could say that. Think they're more like contract killers? Verbiage is so fickle."

"Who? Who exactly was there?"

"The Twins, Daddy. Don't worry, they're absolutely charming, only took their payment. We're gonna go for drinks, yeah?"

"Huh," he grunted, "must've been some bigwig t'send them two. Or a considerable debt." You were about to reply when he gasped in realization, "Wait, no. No, no, hang on a tick, don't bloody tell me."

"What?"

"This the lad you've got a thing for, innit? The one that sends yah flowers every other week?"

"Daddy."

"Don't tell me it's that Tangerine fucker, princess, please!"

"Oh, no, look at that, we're heading into a tunnel! I'm gonna lose the call; talk tomorrow, be safe, good luck in Prague, okay, muah! Muah! Muah! Love you! Bye, bye, bye!" You rambled quickly, blowing air kisses, then hanging up swiftly.

"The hell was that about?" Aaron chuckled. "He mad we were there?"

"Not entirely."

"Was he mad you're gettin' drinks with us?" Brian laughed from the back.

"That's a little more accurate. Well," you winced, "he was a bit testy that I'm goin' with Aaron..."

"I haven't done a damn thing to him," he grumbled.

"You do have a bit of a reputation, bruv."

You smiled sweetly, gripping Aaron's hand on your thigh, "He's my father, 'course he's gonna worry."

"'Bout time he found out, keeping you two a secret was mad frustrating, yeah? You two are disgustingly in-love."

Tangerine squeezed your thigh again, sending you a bright grin, "That we are."

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[charliemwrites]

Mafia!Price warm up because I am… so tired. I’ve had back-to-back events the last few days and ya bitch canNOT hang. So, while I rehydrate and wait for caffeine to work it’s magic, here’s this:

Part 1 here

No Content Warnings

Mr. Price is the best boss you’ve ever had. He’s straightforward and blunt, but unfalteringly courteous. Likes things a certain way — his own way — but that’s nothing you’re unfamiliar with from rich men responsible for billions. At very least, he seems to respect when you challenge him.

“We’ve always done records this way,” he says.

“Yes, sir,” you answer serenely, “but that was before you had me.”

He stares you down and you beam right back, tablet balanced on your forearm. One beat, two. In the corner of your eye, you see Gaz shift. You tilt your head at your boss.

He sits back in his big office chair, thumb swiping over his index and middle fingers. A gesture you’ve been mentally cataloguing as “contemplative” — perhaps deciding if he’s annoyed or amused. You don’t let yourself get nervous seeing it; you’re good at your job and you know it. He’s going to know it too, by god.

“And what do you have to do with it, luv?”

Your smile stretches wider as you take that as an invitation to round his desk. He turns and shifts a bit to make room for you, eyebrows ticking up as you set a neatly paper-clipped report in front of him, highlighted for convenience.

“See here?” You point at one section, a list of finance records. “Inconsistencies that the accountants took two months to notice. Two!”

He grunts as you set it aside, face up, for further perusal and then show him the next set. Different highlighter (and a smiley face in the corner).

“And look here, doing it this way, we noticed the discrepancies within a week,” you explain.

He picks up the page, eyes scanning over it thoroughly before setting it down. Taps his index finger over the discrepancy (circled in bright red) twice.

“Would you happen to have the account — ah, thank you.”

You hum, smoothing the sticky note (hot pink, shaped like a heart) onto the page. “So what do you think, sir?”

He runs a hand down his face, palm rasping over his beard. But there is a grateful note to his gaze as he glances at you.

“We’ll be doing it this way from now on, then.”

“Thrilling, sir. I’ll send out a memo.”

He waves you off, frown already forming on his face. You politely leave his office, stop by the break room to make a fresh cup of tea (a dollop of cream only, no sugar) and knock on the closed door. It’s Gaz that opens it.

“For the boss,” you say. “Before heads start rolling.”

“You’re a doll,” he breathes, accepting the cup and slipping back inside.

You happily toddle back to your desk and begin calling appointment confirmations. You’ve got about a million emails and a hundred calls to make.

—

Working for Price also comes with some… eccentricities. For one, you have a driver now.

Usually Farah, sometimes her partner Alex. On the rare occasion it’s Gaz. They always usher you into the backseat. On rainy days (so, most days in the UK) they hold an umbrella over your head while you scurry into the luxury leather interior of whatever stupidly expensive ride you’re taking.

That was a non-negotiable when you and Mr. Price discussed the details of your employment contract with him. Something about safety…? You feel silly being driven to work as an assistant, but it was your first encounter with the Steel Gaze of Decision and it was unfortunately effective.

Not that you mind the rides! All three of your usual drivers are wonderful. So friendly and chatty. You love hearing about Alex’s niece and Farah’s hobbies, Gaz’s little “spats” with Soap. You spoil them with extra treats from whatever bakery you make them stop at for morning breakfast. (Always local, you love supporting small businesses and strong arm Price into doing so as well).

There’s the gun as well. You’ve only seen it once or twice, always discreetly hidden under his suit jacket. A shoulder holster, all black. Pretend that you don’t see it because… well, you’re not entirely sure it’s legal and you’d rather live in the blissful cloud of plausible deniability.

And speaking of — there’s his bodyguard. To be fair, bodyguards aren’t a new or weird presence with your bosses. Expensive men, they need protection. Ghost is a different kind though.

He always covers the lower half of his face — actually, he’s covered head to toe. Usually in black, sometimes with little skeleton or skull motifs. And he’s fucking big, which is saying something because Mr. Price isn’t a small man either.

Ghost hardly interacts with you, but he’s unfailingly polite when he does. Not talkative, but he holds doors for you, has walked you down to the car. Even once attitude-checked a guest that decided to be rude to you. Didn’t even say anything, just walked into the guy’s personal bubble and stared him down until he subsided. Then he turned, gave you a nod, and you squeezed his arm before toddling off to let Price know his appointment had arrived.

All around the vibes in the office are pleasant, if sometimes stuffy. A little odd. All of his employees are polite if not kind to you, and Price himself is a fair and reasonable man — at least with you.

(The first time you heard him raise his voice through the closed office door nearly scared the daylights out of you. He always uses a low, even tone when speaking to you, so to hear his voice booming like that was something of a shock. Even more shocking was when he opened the door — damn near throwing his “guest” out — before turning to you.

“Call Farah when you have a mo’, would you?” He asked, calm as you please.

You blinked, still having war flashbacks of your last boss. “Yes, sir.”

“Cheers, luv.”)

There’s also the “field trips” as you call them.

Mr. Price is something of a very “hands on” businessman (“micromanager” you tease when he’s in a good mood) who has a hand in several industries. One of them is shipping. Which means that sometimes you find yourself standing beside him in warehouses or at loading docks. And of course you have to go, you’re his assistant! You take meeting notes, provide information or report details. Basically act as his second brain while he reams out idiots or organizes plans.

You suck it up, but you rather hate the smell of low tide. And the occasional gusts of blood on the sea breeze from fishermen gutting their catches. Price catches you looking ill once or twice and at least makes an effort to keep things short after that.

“Poor thing,” Soap teases when you’re in the back of the car, fussing at your wind-swept hair. “Get a bit blown, did you?”

“MacTavish,” Price snaps.

That’s the other thing. Even the slightest hint of suggestive or inappropriate words at your expense are met with firm, almost harsh, reprimand from your boss. It does wonders for you nerves and your respect for him.

“Wish I’d known we were going to the docks,” you sigh, carefully picking at pins to fix your hair. “I would have used more hairspray.”

“Thought I told you?” Price says.

“No, sir, you did not,” you answer, long-suffering. “You know you can put it into the scheduling app, right?”

He blinks. “Scheduling app.”

You blink back at him. “Oh, dear. Here, look at this.”

You spend the entire ride back to the office showing him how your scheduling software works so that you don’t have to deal with any more surprise dock visits.

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[nothoughtsjustfic]

Thinking about: Meet cute with single parent L.SM

💭Who: Lee Seokmin (Seventeen) x reader 💭What: Fluff. Single parent Seokmin. 💭Word count: 2k 💭Warnings: None! 💭Summary: “ You’re out shopping at your local mall when an adorable child literally runs into you and leads to meeting their adorable dad. ”

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A/N- I left the child gender neutral because I honestly couldn’t decide if I should make them a boy or girl so intended to go back and adjust once decided, but then I just got used to writing they/them/their so now you can imagine Seokmin’s child however you like! Also didn’t name them for the same reason

Extra special tag for my darling @tusswrites just to torment her 💗 luv u bby 😘

The pat-pat-pat of little shoes across vinyl floor meets your ears a second before there is a collision against your legs. It’s only a small one and luckily only causes minimal stumbling before you right yourself enough to turn and look down at where a fluffy little something is on the floor by your feet.

Slowly, the fluffy brown tilts back until big eyes peer up at you a little confusedly as a tiny hand pushes the hood back to allow the small child to eye the very thing they had run into.

“Oh, hello,” you greet softly, not wanting to scare the child.

They just blink up at you silently so you peer around in search of sign of an adult looking distressed, yet you can’t see one. You see plenty of adults wandering from store to store and even other children yet none of them seem to be searching for a lost little lion.

After a final glance around, you shuffle back slightly to give you more room to crouch down to be closer to eye level with the child who is still just staring at you silently. “Hello little lion, I think you might have wandered away from your adult, huh?”

“I lion, roar!” The child exclaims as if reminded of their outfit as they hold up both hands into claws and bare their teeth in an utterly adorable way. It doesn’t help that their oversized hood drops back down over their face, obscuring all but half of their tiny, bared teeth and chin.

“Wow! That’s a big roar,” you comment and lower to sit on your butt with your legs crossed. The child grins proudly at you and pushes their hood up again, then entirely back to rest at the back of their neck and reveal two tiny, low messy buns tied with cute little rainbow ribbons printed with rabbits. “I like your ribbons.”

“Bunnies!” The child exclaims and jumps up to start bouncing, making you giggle.

This child is adorable. And perhaps a little too comfortable with strangers so you’re very glad they ran into you and not someone who wouldn’t be a decent human being.

“You’re very good at bunny hopping,” you compliment. The child hops closer to you and wiggles their nose like a rabbit, making you laugh again. “Ah, you’re so cute.”

“I cutest, daddy say I am.”

“I think your daddy might be right. Are you here with him today?” The child nods in confirmation. “Do you remember which store you were in with your daddy?”

“Uhm,” they turn around to look at the surroundings and frown puzzled. “Where daddy?”

“I don’t know sweetheart, that’s what I’m hoping you can tell me. Was daddy looking at something to buy when you saw him last?”

“Daddy buyed more undiewear. His have lotsa holes!”

“Buying more underwear definitely sounds like a good idea in that case,” you agree and get up to offer your hand. “How about we go to that bench, and you can stand on it to look out for daddy and tell me if you see him, yeah?”

The child nods and takes your hand into their small one to happily skip alongside you over to the bench in the centre of the open space of the mall between stores, where you lift them up to let them stand on the seat, even if they’re still nowhere near tall enough to see over all of the heads.

“What was your daddy wearing today, do you remember?” You prompt after standing quietly for a few moments, with a hand on the child’s back securely so they don’t fall while they peer around curiously.

“Uhm daddy and uncle wear same!”

“Your uncle is here too?” The child nods. “Okay and what are they wearing?”

“Uhm…like you!” They poke your black faux-leather jacket at your shoulder.

“Ah, I see.” You look aside and immediately spot at least one person wearing a black leather jacket yet none of them seem to be focused on anything other than their phones or the next store, so you’re certain they can’t be this child’s dad or uncle.

“I hungry,” the child declares suddenly a minute later, making you look at them to find a precious little pout and puppy dog eyes already locked on you. “I hungry.”

“I’m not your parent or trusted adult, you shouldn’t ask others for food,” you reply, making their pout grow bigger. “I’m sure your daddy and uncle will get you something to eat soon.”

“Now?”

“No sweetheart, not now. We need to reunite you first.”

“I hungry now.”

Instead of answering, you sigh a little and turn in hopes of finding their adults. To your relief, you spot a man rushing out of a clothing store a little down the way wearing a black leather jacket and looking frazzled.

“Is that your daddy or uncle?” You ask, pointing over so the child looks and starts to bounce excitedly on the bench, so you quickly wind your arm around them in fear of them falling or getting their foot caught between the slats somehow.

“Daddy!” That’s all the confirmation you need to scoop the child up to hold securely on your hip and start towards the man who is rushing along peering into stores as he passes and asking every other person over his lost child, but he hasn’t spotted you approaching yet. “Daddy!”

That makes him look over and his fear immediately washes away for relief to take over his features. He runs over and happily takes his child from your arms to hold close and press kisses to their hair. “Where did you go, monkey? I was so scared I lost you forever! Never do that again, okay?”

“Sorry daddy, I lost,” the child apologises while hugging their dad tightly and tucking their face up close to his neck while you watch on just glad that this turned out well and doesn’t need to be escalated to security or the police in order to reunite the father child duo.

“I don’t care what anyone says, I’m getting you a leash,” he mutters against his child’s head, and then finally seems to fully register your presence. “Oh, uhm hi, sorry uh, thank you for looking after my child and I won’t really get a leash, I know those are for dogs…or cats…or ferrets…or-”

“I get it,” you assure with a soft laugh, cutting off his nervous rambling. “I think they’re called reins when it’s for kids.”

“Yes! That’s the word I actually meant, thanks.” He chuckles and adjusts his child on his hip before offering his free hand to you. “I’m Lee Seokmin.” You take his hand to shake politely and give your name in return. “Are you busy? I’d really like to buy you a coffee or lunch or something in thanks for reuniting me with my little monkey.”

“I hungry!” The child declares, suddenly upright and on full alert again at the mention of food. “Hungry daddy. We eat with uncle and my friend?”

“Oh, you’re friends now, huh?” Seokmin teases and nudges his child’s nose with his own playfully, making the child giggle.

“Best friends!”

“Aw, what?” He pouts at them and suddenly you see exactly where the child gets the puppy dog eyes from. “I thought I’m your best friend, monkey.”

“Both,” the child reasons simply, making you both laugh a little.

“I can handle that, can you?” Seokmin grins at you. “Sharing the best friend title with me?”

“I think I can handle that,” you agree, making him smile brighter.

“So, lunch?”

“Will your brother be okay with that?” You wonder.

“Brother?”

“Yes, uncle?”

“Oh, he’s not my brother, he’s one of my closest friends. He won’t mind at all, right, monkey? Uncle Wonwoo won’t mind our new friend joining for lunch, right?”

“All be friends,” the child answers.

“Exactly, we can all be friends,” Seokmin agrees in a serious tone despite his amused smile. “So, want to come make friends with a little monkey, their dad and his slightly socially awkward friend?”

“Sounds-” you start to respond but the child interrupts with a huff.

“I lion, daddy,” they correct in a tone that sounds as if it’s not the first time they’ve had to remind him of this very serious fact.

“Oh right, right, lion, sorry little kitten.”

“Cub,” you correct, earning a flat look from Seokmin that you only giggle at.

His face lifts into a softer kind of smile and his head tilts a little as he now takes the chance to look at you properly; your smile, your eyes, your figure from head to toe, but he really does seem mostly focused and entranced by your smile.

“Hey!” The call of a deep, male voice makes Seokmin, and his child look over, so you do too and find another man donning a black leather jacket jogging over. He glances between you and Seokmin curiously before smiling at the child and taking them from their dad’s arms when they hold out their arms while leaning over. “Hey cub, where’d you go huh?” His voice turns so much softer now that he’s talking to the child, so adoring and utterly precious. It softens his whole somewhat intimidating presence in a way you can’t blame him for at all.

This child truly is heart-meltingly sweet.

“Made friend, uncle Wonwon.”

“Ah, you made a friend?” The man looks at you curiously and offers a little, polite smile before turning his attention back to the child to lean in closer and talk between them quietly.

“So, you didn’t get to answer about lunch,” Seokmin reminds, drawing your attention back to him. He has a hopeful smile lifting his lips and a nervousness in his eyes that he can’t quite hide.

The more time you spend around this man and witness his expressions, the more you see who his child takes after. You really don’t need to meet the mother to know that this child is almost Seokmin’s twin in tiny form.

“I wouldn’t want to intrude, I’m just glad to see you reunited and such a sweet child back in loving arms.”

“Your arms seem pretty loving,” he comments without thought, then immediately blushes, and flails a little. “I didn’t mean anything by that! Well I did but not like that! Not-not in a hitting on you way! Not that I think that’s a very good way to flirt; I may be out of practise the past few years but even I know that’s a bad line!”

Once again, you find yourself giggling softly. “It’s okay, I understand. Save the flirting for after lunch,” you joke and try not to turn shy at your own brave flirtation.

“Oh!” Seokmin’s expression turns oddly blank for a moment, except for his wide, shocked eyes on you. You almost start to apologise and retract your words, yet his cheeks lift high as he breaks out into a bright, beautiful smile. “You’re right, flirting should never be done on an empty stomach!” He declares and motions vaguely behind him. “So let’s go get lunch and move onto dessert, huh?” He wiggles his eyebrows at you comically, making you laugh before he joins in.

The four of you turn and head off to find somewhere to get lunch. You catch the uncle leaning over to whisper to Seokmin teasingly; asking if he and the child should leave you and Seokmin alone to flirt in peace, making Seokmin blush and shove his friend gently, not willing to risk his friend dropping his daughter by pushing any harder.

Seokmin glances at you shyly and offers an embarrassed little grin when he realises that you heard the other man’s comment.

“Maybe next time,” you bravely suggest, making Seokmin’s nerves melt away as he grins and nods in agreement.

You really don’t know what the future holds for you and Seokmin. Maybe it won’t go anywhere past today, or maybe it’ll be a long future with his precious little child growing up feeling love from the both of you, perhaps with siblings following along. There’s no knowing how it will go, but you sure are excited to find out.

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[endless-ineffabilities]

ewan lives with his girlfriend and when they do laundry together he accidentally finds her more …. risqué underwear and holds it up like a teenager smirking in front of her

a/n: here you go, luv! Like most things I write, it turned cheeky at the end (as it should!) 😇💜

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Laundry Day (Ewan x gf!reader)

It was Sunday, which meant apartment reset day. Vacuuming, laundry, changing the sheets, general cleaning. You and your boyfriend had a system set up, mostly due to your demands, which he had no problem complying with.

He was about to do a full load in the washing machine, when he found some of your clothes still in it.

Just the delicates. He smirked to himself as he placed them neatly in a basket, most of the pieces he recognised easily.

The red set you wore on your holiday in Portugal—he could remember that lace bra peeking out of your blouse, which immediately met the floor once the two of you got back to your hotel suite.

The comfy pairs of cotton underwear that you walked around in, leaving your bare legs on full display as you made a mess in the kitchen. A mess that would have to be halted, when he grabbed hold of your thighs and propped you up on the counter.

But the next thing he fished out—he loathed the fact that he had no memory of it, of peeling it off of your body. He envisioned using his teeth to pull down the thin string of that miniscule black thong, and he immediately felt a strain in his Adidas sweatpants.

"Baaaabe?"

"What is it?" You peeked inside the utility closet, and saw him holding the thong up in the air, the material wrapped around his index finger. "Oh. That."

"Yes. This." His smirk was undying.

"It's new," you explained. "I just bought it last week."

He bit his lip, appraising the piece. "Well, I like it, baby. Glad I found it too."

"O...kay? Well, thanks for taking my laundry out, babe." With one hand on your basket of delicates, you then reached for the thong, but he raised his hand higher to be out of your reach.

"Ah ah ah," he sang, something dangerously close to mischief dancing in those captivating blue eyes. "You said this is new, so we have to... break it in. Gotta see my baby in it, then I also..." He ducked down and kissed your shoulder, keeping his head level with your neck so that you feel his warm breathing against your ear. "...have to take it off of my baby."

That was all it took. Who were you to deny your boyfriend the pleasures that you also badly craved? "Oh, you truly are insatiable, Mitchell."

"You turn me insatiable," he purrs. "Now put this on, and only this."

"Fine."

"Good girl. Listen to daddy."

"What the hell?" you exclaimed in surprise, but your reddened face betrayed the effect his words had on you.

Ewan only snickered to himself.

Oh, how you adored your sneakily naughty boyfriend.