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stalkerofthegods · 10 months

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Ares Deep dive

Ares is the Greek god and patron of many things, he is the edge of the sword while you hold the soft side, no god can be the god of war without the bloodshed, so don’t judge so quick, he is an amazing god, we love Ares here.

Herbs • Garlic, basil, buttercup, yarrow, ginger, anything with tiny yellow flowers, spicy stuff (ex- peppers, paprika), Water hemlock, Snapdragon, Poppy, Nettle, Magnolia, Ginger

Animals• Vulture, Colchian Dragon, serpents, barn owls, woodpeckers, dogs, horses, Stymphalian birds, boars

Zodiac • Aries

Colors • Red, black, and dark purple

Crystal• garnets, rubies, bloodstone, obsidian, red scoria, smoky quartz, red jasper, carnelian

Symbols• a helm, a shield, a spear and sometimes a sheathed sword, flaming torch, armor, palace, four fire-breathing horses

Jewelry you can wear in their honor• Iron, armor

Diety of• masculinity, civil order, Battle lust, courage, City guards/police, Rage, Violent deeds, Fights, Murder, Manslaughter, Quarrels, cheese, dancing, rebellion

Patron of• the Amazons, City defenses, City defenders

Offerings• Dragons, Dragon imagery, Dragon art, Strong dark red wine, Strong whiskey, Pure water, Black coffee, Black tea, Olive oil, Beef, Red meats in general, Cooked fat from meats, Blood from cut meats, Heavy spices, Spicy foods, Garlic, Red, black, and dark purple candles, Art or statues of Him, Statues of horses or dogs, Weapons, armor, and shields (ex- art, statues, toys, handmade.), Trophies, Spicy jerky, Sport drinks / protein shakes, Hand drawn or printed art of HimArt or images of dogs, horses, and vultures, Feathers from vultures, woodpeckers, or barn owls, Iron or steel jewelry, Red flowers (ex- roses), Thorns, Miniature or toy weapons and armor (especially helmets), Snake skin, Animal teeth, Write down your fears or successes and give them to Him, Medals and ribbons you’ve earned, Antiques, Photos of riots or past wars, hot sauce, Pork ribs, homemade meals, poultry, hare, venison, wolf hearts, chili peppers, lemons, green bananas, unripe peaches, batons, bullets, kendo swords, shields, military helmets, bullet-proof vests, military boots, military belts, dynamite sticks, grenades, lion pelts, shark teeth, ram skulls, explosives (handle carefully), Medals or Certificates, dog fur or dog teeth (ethically sourced), horseshoes, bull horns, war memorabilia, broken glass, spicy jerky or twiggy sticks, Carmel, sushi, stormwater, spicy salsa, Mexican food, chocolate or chia pudding, burnt matches, cigarette butts

Devotional• Create a playlist and listen to music that makes you feel brave/empowered, Donate to the Rape Crisis Center or other similar programs, Donate and support victims of war, Cook with garlic or heavy spices that you haven’t tried before, Try new things and don’t feel ashamed about doing so, Tell Him about your accomplishments, Tell Him about your fears, Learn about shadow work and try it for yourself, Learn about history, past wars, and past riots, Learn what they accomplished or failed to accomplish, Learn and educate yourself about the downsides of war and what can happen to the people affected by wars, Partake in combat sports (ex- martial arts, fencing), Exercise, Play some strategy games like chess, Risk, and Civilization, Stand up for yourself and what you believe in, write to your governor/mayor for things you want to see changed, attend riots, Pray to Him (ex-strength, ability to fight and defeat enemies, courage, to keep others safe, and help in a battle), go to a protest, learn first aid, educate yourself on PTSD, do unharmful things that give you adrenaline rushes (ex- amusement park rides, bungee jumping), watch action movies with him, pet a dog, Playing Strategy Games, Work on managing your anger, bones, go do axe throwing, a playlist that makes you feel, brave, energized and confident, keep track of your successes (this can be daily tasks, when you conquer them cross them off, and then offer the list to Ares), write down or draw art of your fears, go to a rage room, pray or meditate during thunderstorms, watch war movies and documentaries and play war/combat and strategy video games

Ephithets•Adámastos/adamastus/ἀδάμαστος/ΑΔΑΜΑΣΤΟΣ/ἀδάμας -unconquerable & indestructible, Ænyálios/enyalius/ἐνυάλιος/ΕΝΥΑΛΙΟΣ -war-God, Alcimus, Álkimos/alcimus/ἄλκιμος/ΑΛΚΙΜΟΣ/Adj - valiant, brave, Alloprósallos/alloprosallus/ἀλλοπρόσαλλος/ΑΛΛΟΠΡΟΣΑΛΛΟΣ- loyal to the struggle and to the souls who are engaged in it, Ánax/ἄναξ/ΑΝΑΞ -lord, king, Aphneiós/aphneius/ἀφνειός/ΑΦΝΕΙΟΣ -rich, wealthy, Arrectus, Árriktos/arrectus/ἄρρηκτος, ΑΡΡΗΚΤΟΣ -unbreakable, Brotoctonus, Enyalius, Hippius, Hoplochares/Hoplodupus/Hoplophorus, Íppios/hippius/ἵππιος/ÍΠΠΙΟΣ -horseman, Mægasthænís/megasthenes/μεγασθενής/ΜΕΓΑΣΘΕΝΗΣ/μεγασθενές -very strong, Megasthenes/Mægasthænís., Ombrimothymus:See Omvrimóthymos/Omvrimóthymos/ombrimo hymus/ὀμβριμόθυμος/ΟΜΒΡΙΜΟΘΥΜΟΣ/ὀβρῐμόθῡμος -doughty, indomitable, Oplódoupos/hoplodupus/ὁπλόδουπος/ΟΠΛΟΔΟΥΠΟΣ -clattering in his armor, Oplokharís/hoplochares/ὁπλοχαρής, ΟΠΛΟΧΑΡΗΣ -rejoicing in arms, Oplophóros/hoplophorus/ὁπλοφόρος/ΟΠΛΟΦΟΡΟΣ - he who bears arms, Phrictus/Phriktós/phrictus/φρικτός/ΦΡΙΚΤΟΣ - horrifying, Polæmóklonos/polemoklonus/πολεμόκλονος/ΠΟΛΕΜΟΚΛΟΝΟΣ -he raises the clamor of combat, Polemoklonus/Polæmóklonos, Sceptuchus/ Skiptoukhos/Skiptoukho/sceptuchus/σκηπτοῦχος/ΣΚΗΠΤΟΥΧΟΣ -he who bears a scepter, Teichesipletes/Teikhæsiplítis/Teikhæsiplítis/teichesipletes/τειχεσιπλήτης/ΤΕΙΧΕΣΙΠΛΗΤΗΣ—he who storms the cities in battle, Vrotoktónos/brotoctonus/βροτοκτόνος, ΒΡΟΤΟΚΤΟΝΟΣ -the slayer of men.

Equivalents• Mars (Roman), Onuris-Anhur (Egyptian god), Tiu-Tyr (Germanic god), unnamed war-god (Scythian god).

Courting• unmarried, but courting Aphrodite.

Past lovers/crushes/hookups• Aerope, Agraulos, Harmonia, Otrere, Astyokhe, Demonike or Sterope, Kyrene or Asterie, Astyokhe

Personality• He’s a great father, and a great lover, I talk to a godspouse of his and they talk about how he calmed them and was always there. He’s a great father because I’ve talked to a person who their father is ares and he’s always there for them, he’s also generous.

Home• Mount Olympus

Mortal or immortal • immortal

Fact• Ares was the only male greek god that never raped or sexually assaulted any woman

Curses• Routing armies, Cowardice, Death on the battlefield, Military invasion, Sacking of cities, Rebellion, Uprisings, Sedition

Blessings•Driving armies, Bravery, fighting strength & endurance, Averting war (peace), Repelling invading armies, Maintaining civil order, Crushing rebellions, Restraint violent instinct,

Roots• Thrake, Ancient Greece.

Parentage• Zues and Hera

Siblings• Enyo (twin sister), Eris (sister), Apollo (half-brother), Artemis (half-sister), Athena (half-sister), Hephaestus (brother), Hermes (half-brother), Dionysus (half-brother), Hebe (sister), Heracles (half-brother), Aphrodite (half-sister).

Pet• four fire-breathing horses (Aithon (Red-Fire), Phlogios (Flame), Konabos (Tumult) and Phobos (Fear))

Children •ANTEROS (God of reciprocated love, son of Ares and Aphrodite), DEIMOS (God of fear, a son of Ares and Aphrodite.), ENYALIOS/Enyalius (A war-god son of Ares and Eris), EROS (God of love, a son of Ares and Aphrodite), HARMONIA (Goddess of harmony, daughter of Ares and Aphrodite.), NIKE(The goddess of victory, a daughter of Ares), PHOBOS (God of panic, son of Ares and Aphrodite),AEROPOS/Aeropus (son of Ares and Aerope.), ALKIPPE/Alcippe (daughter of Ares and Agraulos), AMAZONES/Amazons (Warrior women of Assyria, daughters of Ares and Harmonia), ANTIOPE(daughter of Ares and Otrere), ASKALAPHOS/Ascalaphus (son of Ares and Astyokhe), DIOMEDES (son of Ares and Kyrene or Asterie), DRYAS (son of Ares), EUENOS/Evenus (son of Ares and Demonike, and sometimes the son of Ares and Sterope), HIPPOLYTE (daughter of Ares and Otrere.),IALMENOS/Ialmenus (son of Ares and Astyokhe), KYKNOS/Cycnus) (son of Ares and Pelopia or Pyrene), LIKYMNIOS/Licymnius (son of Ares most say his father was King Elektryon), LYKASTOS/Lycastus) (son of Ares and Phylonome.), LYKOS/Lycus (son of Ares who used to sacrifice strangers to his father), MELANIPPOS/Melanippus (son of Ares and Triteia.), MELEAGROS/Meleager (son of Ares and Queen Althaia, but most call him a son of King Oineus), MOLOS/Molus (son of Ares and Demonike), NISOS/Nisus (son of Ares, but most accounts say he was a son of the Athenian prince Pandion), OIAGROS/Oeagrus (a son of Ares but some say his father was King Kharops),OINOMAUS/Oenomaus (son of Ares and the Pleaid Sterope or Princess Harpinna), OXYLOS/Oxylus (son of Ares and Protogeneia), PARRHASIOS/Parrhasius(son of Ares and Phylonome.),PARTHENOPAIOS/Parthenopaeus (son of Ares and Atalanta, many say his father was Melanion or Meleagros), PENTHESILEIA (daughter of Ares and Otrere), PHLEGYAS (He was a son of Ares and Dotis or Khryse.), PORTHAON (son of Ares or according to others of Agenor), PYLOS/Pylus (son of Ares and Demonike.), REMUS (son of Ares and Ilia), ROMULUS (son of Ares and Ilia), TEREUS (a son of Ares.), THESTIOS/Thesius (son of Ares and Demonike or Agenor and Epikaste), THRASSA (daughter of Ares and Tereine.), DRAKON ISMENIAN (A monstrous dragon-serpent, it was a son of Ares and the Erinys Telphousia.)

attendees• DEIMOS & PHOBOS (The twin gods of terror and fear), ERIS & ENYO (goddess of strife, hatred and war), KYDOIMOS/Cydoemus (The god of the din of war), NIKE (goddess of victory), OTHER ABSTRACTIONS(spirits described such as Rage, Anger, Threats, Death and Valour)

Appearance in astral or gen• In ancient Greek art, he was depicted as either a mature, bearded warrior armed for battle, or as a nude, beardless youth with a helm and spear.

Festivals • Artemis Agrotera/Kharisteria , and Genesios, maybe.

Day • Tuesday

Scared places• Odrysia in Bistonia, Thrake (his birth-place)

Planet• Mars

Tarot cards• Chariot & Emperor card

Scents/Inscene • Frankensince, Sandalwood incense, resin, burning wood (especially if Himalayan salt in thrown in since it reminds him of blood), and red sandalwood incense

Prayers•

Prayer to Ares for the Safety of a Soldier

Bold-hearted Ares, bright-helmed son of thundering Zeus and noble Hera, well-honored god of war, any battle will you face, any foe will you fight, without fear and without hestitation. Ares, god of warriors, ally of those who risk their lives on the field, to you do soldiers offer their prayers. You know each one’s name, O Ares, you know their lives, you know their worth. Great Ares, I pray to you, watch over ____________ who heeded your call, who practices your art, whose name you know well, for s/he is one of your own who does you honor with each day s/he serves. Ares, I pray to you.

In general

Bright-helmed Ares, strong of arm and stern of visage, firm of stance, unyielding of will, ever ready to face any foe, to hold the line against all who may come, to battle until the end. Ares, son of noble Zeus and wise Hera, cherished by golden Aphrodite, honored by those who call on you for strength and courage, in the north were you much honored in times of old, in Thrace and Thessaly were you held in esteem by those whose lives were harsh, whose world was stony, whose comforts were hard-won. Ares who answers the prayers of the despairing, I honor you

For Courage

Ares, fierce-hearted son of Zeus and noble Hera, full-famed you are as god of war. To you do soldiers pray when battle is most heated, when mettle is most needed. To you as well do we turn in desperate times, to you do we call for strength, for the spirit to endure. You understand the terror of struggle and strife, you confront it in every way. Ares, your courage is unquestioned, your might and your prowess unequaled. Ares, friend to those in direst need, I pray to you, grant me the nerve to face what must be faced, grant me the will to do what must be done, grant me the heart to forge ahead.

Links/websites/sources •https://greekgodsandgoddesses.net/gods/ares/

https://twelfthremedy.tumblr.com/post/624476009567289344/ares-offerings/amphttps://aspisofares.wordpress.com/tag/offerings/https://www.tumblr.com/warriots/622104378198933504/a-guide-to-ares-worship https://www.tumblr.com/warriots/622104378198933504/a-guide-to-ares-worship https://scarletarosa.tumblr.com/post/187742800571/ares-greek-god-ofhttps://www.tumblr.com/diana-thyme/722942201197363200/greek-gods-101-ares @enyalios-shrinehttps://greekpagan.com/category/prayers-2/ares/

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Ares is the Greek god and patron of many things, he is the edge of the sword while you hold the soft side, no god can be the god of war without the bloodshed, he is an amazing god, we love Ares here.

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chrisgotitall · 1 month

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HI LOVE

Your work is so sweet, I’m clinging to those oneshots for dear life🤞🤞🤞

I’m OBSESSED with the concept of makeup artists reader. She’s young and smart, has a degree but formal work feels dreadful, so she does make up instead. She meets him while working on west side story, and everyone behind the scenes is always dancing and joyful, and she’s Latina too so she just can’t help but join!! (Yes I am projecting 😒😒) like Rachel and Ariana are dancing to songs in Spanish and reader shows them some songs in Portuguese cus she is Brazilian. She teaches them how to dance to it and Mike it’s just watching from afar pretending he isn’t staring, while all the guys he knew before from the newsies cast are teasing him and maybe even flirting with her to spite him into finally making a move 👀👀 Idk it’s just a concept that lives rents free in my head and I thought you would enjoy

Take care💋💋💋

Your mornings start so well since you chose to work as a makeup artist on movie sets. You wake up, really early of course, but knowing you're going to the most beautiful job there is. You enjoy it so much. You like makeup first of all, then you like talking to people, you like getting to know them while preparing them for their scenes. It's amazing.

The movie you're working for right now is a movie musical, it's called West Side Story and it is by far your favorite working experience. Especially for the people. Most of the cast members are fellow Southern Americans so the atmosphere on set is like home.

They're always dancing and singing even before getting on set, they start from the makeup trailer.

They put music on: bachata, cumbia, salsa and they start a dancing party while getting ready for their scenes. It's truly awesome.

And they get in everybody, even the Jets, every crew member and makeup girls like you. And you dance with them, oh yes, you dance a lot with them. Ariana and Rachel just get you in cause they know you got it in you. The latino blood just floods in moments like these and it's beautiful to see, it's so joyful.

One time, tho, you decided to show them some songs from your native place specifically, just to throw in some portuguese jams. They enjoyed it so much and the party way even fuller.

It started cause the Sharks were the first that had to get ready, so they put some music up and then you put your music up.

But then it was the Jets' turn. While they were sitting in their seats you noticed that one of the Jets made Mike sit in the chair that's actually your place. You were dancing but then realized it's time to get back to work so you reach your place.

"Good morning" he says, smiling.

"Good morning" you tell him, smiling as well, "Ok, let's see what you need today" you say reaching for the paper that tells you what kind of makeup he'll need for his scenes.

"Oh this is gonna be fun, you can actually help me today" you say putting out a little package with black tint in it.

"Glad to" he says.

"You can take a bit of this and just smear it all over your hands" you say pointing at the package, "But before you do that you're gonna have to take the shirt off"

He looks up at you, "The tank top too?"

"No, just the shirt is fine" you say feeling your cheeks flaring up. He takes his shirt off and you start dirtying his face with the black paint since he's gonna shoot the scene where the first fight between Sharks and Jets happens.

You touch up his concealer, just now realizing how close to his face you are but luckily you made him look up.

"Okay, I'm done" you say.

"Thank you" he says, smiling again.

The way he looks at you makes you literally weak in the knees so you have to focus on tidying up the makeup desk to not look at him.

In the afternoon, another "party" started again and obviously you got in. This time you weirdly felt a heavy gaze on you, you looked around and saw Mike staring at you. You looked away and smiled to yourself, continuing to dance.

He was leaning against the wall, his arms crossed and he didn't seem to want to take his eyes off of you.

"Can I dance with you?" Kyle says. You accept and you dance with him. Of course he's a really good dancer even if this kind of rhythm isn't really his style.

You notice he has his head turned towards Mike and you shake your head to yourself.

"What's going on?" you ask him.

He smiles, "Just getting my boy Mike to make a move" he admits.

"Oh my god..." you laugh.

He makes you twirl and you laugh even harder.

"It's my job as a friend" he pulls you closer.

"I'm sorry, can I take a turn at a dance?"

It's Mike, standing between you two with his hand reaching out to you. Kyle smiles and holds his hands up.

"Sure... all yours"

Mike takes Kyle's place and makes you dance.

You smile at him and show him how samba is supposed to be danced. He learns really fast and you dance it together.

"You're wonderful" he says out of thought.

You look at him, very startled.

"When you dance... you're wonderful when you dance" he corrects himself.

"Oh... right"

"You're pretty wonderful too" you say, not really referring to his dancing.

He sighs, "I like you... I really like you, not just your dancing"

You smile at him, "I like you too, Mike"

#mike faist #mike faist imagine #mike faist x reader #challengers

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muselin · 2 years

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Okay thank you for answering my ask 🥺 the idea I had was:

A skz member (bang chan, lee know or seungmin) who has a step sis that they’re close to. They always had an attraction towards her but never acted on it because they’re step siblings. She visits them during one of their breaks and one day some how things between them. They get jealous of the interest another member shows for her and then they decided to finally act on their dark thoughts. One minute they’re just sitting in his room and the next he’s kissing her, pulling her onto his lap. grinding her hips against his lap. She’s confused at first because he’s her step bro but she couldn’t lie that she also felt an attraction towards him too. They fuck and then they fall into a habit of secretly sleeping with each other, frequently visiting more from then on.

Okay idk if this made you uncomfy, if it did I’m sorry 💗 this is the taboo idea I had and I wish I was imaginative enough to actually write something with a plot and not awful dialog 🙈

Holidays Bite - SKZ Minho

Who: SKZ Minho x fem!reader

Word count: 7.3k

Summary: You and Minho were typical, bickering step-siblings but after your parents' divorce, things get a little awkward. Your relationship changes when you visit Minho before the holidays and there is no going back. ⚠️Trigger warning: stepcest.

What: stepcest, older step-brother!Minho, fucking in secret, taboo relationship, no barrier protection, overstimulation, squirting, Minho is possessive and jealous and so fucking whipped for the reader hooo boy

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"What do you get when you mix Santa Claus with a duck?"

"A dumb little girl with no skewer."

"What? No, you get-- Hey!!"

You shouted after Minho who had snatched your skewer from your hand and was already munching on it as if it was the most mundane thing. The two of you were loitering around the kitchen after the festive dinner had wrapped up, both of you hiding from your parents to avoid being tasked with cleaning up.

"Well now you owe me one or I'm telling on you!"

"Pfft," Minho blew a raspberry at you after wiping a bit of sauce off his lip. "Alright, alright. What do you get when you mix Santa Claus with a duck?"

"A Christmas quacker!"

Minho couldn't stand to look at your triumphant grin and rolled his eyes as dramatically as humanly possible.

"I hate you, I hope you realise."

You knew that was a big fat lie.

Even though you and Minho weren't related, after your dad and his mother got married a few years ago just as you were starting school, Minho treated you like an annoying little sister all the same. He teased you and ordered you around but when you weren't looking, he'd intimidated and threatened more than one douchey classmate of yours who had dared to shit-talk you behind your back in the boys' locker rooms at school.

"Hey."

"Hmm?" You turned in Minho's direction, leaning on the counter.

"Wanna share this," he asked you, extending the leftover skewer to you.

You grinned at him, biting off a chunk like a hungry little kitten.

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"Would you lighten up already? You've been acting like an angry shark all week," Jisung whined as he keyed in the door code and he and Minho walked in, arms full of grocery bags.

"Stop pissing me off and I might," Minho said flatly, walking past Jisung straight for the kitchen.

"You're not taking your shoes off only because it's my turn to clean this week!"

"Oh? Is it? I hadn't realised," Minho quipped then stepped out of his trainers, leaving them in the middle of the kitchen.

"If your sister is anything like you, I'm moving out for the week," Jisung groaned as he set the groceries on the counter.

"Step-sister," Minho corrected, as if to remind himself. "We're not related and she's annoying so you'll be two peas in a pod."

"You say annoying, I say fun and friendly," the other boy laughed as he opened the double door fridge, loading it up with endless cans of beer and jars of salsa dip. "Since you say she's like me and you dislike her so much, maybe I'll offer her to room with me instead of you."

"Over my dead body."

It was the usual deadpan delivery so Jisung didn't think much of it, but when he turned to glance at Minho he felt a little breathless under the weight of the menacing glare his friend was directing straight at him. Minho had even stopped stacking the apples in the fruit bowl.

"Or-or she'll just room with you and I'll give you my s-spare mattress?"

Minho's lip quirked upwards. "Good boy."

It was the first time you were visiting Minho in university. It was nearly the end of the first semester of his third year and your first year, exams already over with but most people had yet to disperse for the holidays. The plan was for you to spend a week with Minho at the dorms and then both of you would return home for the festivities. Separately.

Your parents had split up a few years ago which had been painful for everyone. You had truly felt like you had a whole family again and losing that felt like a slap in the face. You and Minho had no other siblings and had got so used to each other that you didn't know what to do with yourselves at first. No more yelling at the door of your shared bathroom when you hogged the shower and Minho had to wash off after dance practice. No more bickering in the kitchen over your stealing each other's snacks. No more sharing the bus to school.

At first there were long, awkward phone calls where you and Minho would just write your homework together, on the phone, neither of you saying much. Sad meetups at your favourite ice cream place became a weekly thing, the two of you huddled in a corner, sharing a sundae and complaining about how boring your lives were now. You and Minho had ended up going to different universities in different towns and your phone calls gradually became more rare, usually you'd call him to complain about boys and he'd explain to you everything you did wrong before cheering you up and telling you that whoever couldn't see past your annoying little habits didn't deserve any of your time. He'd link you videos of his dance covers and competitions and you'd share them proudly on your social media, showing off your big brother.

Except... he wasn't your brother anymore. Minho didn't allow himself to think of that fact because every time a picture of you with some new boyfriend would pop up on his socials, a painful, unexplainable, uncomfortable feeling would twist up his guts. He was just protective of you, he still thought of you as his annoying little sister and didn't want to see you get hurt by some boy, that was all. That was how he explained it to himself.

Only he couldn't stop himself from picturing that it was his hands around your waist instead of those of the guy in the photo with you. And he couldn't explain it either. He couldn't stop dreaming of what it would be like if it was him kissing you, making you smile into the kiss instead. It was those thoughts that made Minho's breath hitch, his eyes squeezing shut as if to clear the images from his mind while the guilt and shame rose up high in his chest, ready to choke him. He shouldn't think of you that way, you were his sister, you grew up with him, it didn't matter that you weren't related by blood or family. It wasn't right, it was shameful, it was... so fucking exciting that Minho had started wearing sweats one size bigger around the house because the amount of boners he sprung unintentionally was getting downright embarrassing.

And now, he had to survive a week with you after not having lived in the same house with you for years. He'd be sharing a room with you again and you'd be in the house with his seven horny, obnoxious guy friends, none of whom had girlfriends. Just kill him now. Jisung just happened to be the target of the day but by now all of them had got their fair share of the infamous grumpy, prickly Minho who stormed and raged when something wouldn't go his way.

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"Morning, dork," Minho greeted you with a lopsided grin, then took it without missing a beat when you jumped right into his arms, dropping your luggage on the floor.

"Hi Y/N!"

You turned to Changbin, Chan and Felix, the resident extroverts, who were peeking from behind Minho's shoulder with big, cheesy smiles.

"Hi guys! It's so weird finally meeting you in person and not just seeing you pop up in Minho's video calls!" You laughed as you got off Minho and gathered up your luggage.

"Oh no, no, I'll get those for ya," Chan took your suitcase and backpack from your hands with one finger each as if they weighed nothing and you couldn't hide the impressed expression on your face.

"Why don't we show you around?" Changbin and Felix ushered you further into the hallway, both oblivious to the daggers being stared into the backs of their heads as you happily followed them to the kitchen. Doing his best to ignore the ugly feeling already bubbling in his chest, Minho trudged down the hallway to Jisung's room to take the promised (blackmailed, really) spare mattress.

Meanwhile Felix and Changbin were showing you all the snacks that had been bought for you and you were in awe of how many of your favourites there were. You happily gushed about childhood memories of eating them at the movies with your parents and Minho.

"I hope it isn't too personal," Felix started, "but when did your dad and Minho's mom split up?"

"Minho and I were still in high school," you looked down, counting the years. "So it must have been about four, no, five years ago now? God, has it really been that long?" You almost couldn't believe it yourself.

"Do you miss your step-mom?"

"Felix, we just met the girl," Changbin elbowed Felix awkwardly.

"No, it's alright. I know we only just met in person but I feel like I've known you guys for years," you smiled at the two. "I do miss her. She's such a lovely woman. She still calls me sometimes."

Felix's gaze shifted nervously from yours to somewhere behind you and you followed it instinctively, finding Minho who had walked in at some point and was looking none too pleased.

"Come on dweeb, I'll show you to my room," he said casually but his eyes never met yours, remaining fixed on Felix.

That felt a little odd, you thought as you followed Minho down the hallway, but your brother was such a grump and so moody that you didn't think much of it, if anything it was same old same old and you couldn't help but smile at the familiarity of him trying to shelter you from guys.

Minho opened the door to his room for you and you followed him inside.

"Wow, still such a poser," you teased, eyeing the posters of dance crews and photos from dance competitions decorating the walls.

"Still such a nerd," Minho fired back without missing a tick.

"You're just jealous because nerds are trendy now and you didn't get a scholarship." It was like you were twelve years old again, only taller and in a university dorm.

"My university only gives them out for the science and engineering majors, little miss "heritage college", Minho raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms.

"Alright, alright, fair enough."

"So your stuff is over there by the drawers," Minho pointed, "and I got Jisung's air mattress. I'd offer you the bed but I know you hate hard mattresses."

"Thanks, well remembered," you thumbs up-ed. "Have you got spare blankets?"

"Oh, sure, let me just find...," Minho rummaged through the wardrobe, pulling out a spare sheet. "Um, spare blankets... are apparently something I don't have," he concluded awkwardly after pulling out all his spare bedding on the floor which consisted only of sheets.

"That's okay, do any of the boys have any?"

"I know for a fact that they don't because they borrow sheets from me and destroy them all the time," Minho grumbled, "and I've seen Chan use a towel as a blanket more than once."

"We'll just share yours then, that's cool," you shrugged.

"Yeah... Yeah, sure."

Minho hurried out of the room, hit by the sudden realisation that the last time you lived together it was still common for you two to share a bed on family road trips. He tried his hardest not to imagine sharing a bed with you, how soft your skin would be if he reached for you under the covers, dragging his fingers up the inside of your thighs...

"You coming or what? I'm showing you the bathroom and then I have to leave for practice, come on." His voice sounded more annoyed than he'd intended, and the latter part was an outright lie. He didn't have practice but what he did have was a desperate need to go over to the dorm next door with the keys his friends had left him and jerk off in their bathroom if he had any hope of making it through the evening with you.

"Yeah, yeah, calm down," you followed him back into the hallway.

"This is the bathroom you can use, I share with Felix and Hyunjin but Hyunjin barely ever leaves his room and he showers in the middle of the night so you don't need to worry about that."

You looked around the space, finding it cleaner than you'd expect in a house of eight college boys.

"And how do I work the shower?"

"I'll show you, you turn this on first," Minho guided you nearer to the shower with a hand on your shoulder, reaching past you to turn a dial on the boiler, "and then you use this knob to adjust the temperature." He reached further past you to reach it, his whole body caging yours now.

The feeling of your warmth and your faint perfume enveloping him almost made him shiver but he held fast and didn't let it show.

Something about how broad he was registered as a novel feeling in your mind. He wasn't quite like this when you last saw him, but then you hadn't really ever paid that much attention. He was always your big brother, you hadn't really noticed how strong his thighs seemed in his fitted jeans or how his hoodie seemed to stretch over his shoulders more now than you ever recalled. Because why would you notice? Why would you, and why were you noticing now? Were his eyes always so pretty and deep? They really were awfully pretty.

"What?" Minho frowned, still less than a palm's breadth away from you, fingers still clinging to your waist.

"Nothing, I just thought you had something in your hair," you lied instinctively, unsure whether Minho bought it because your eyes had never reached anywhere higher than his own. You were too distracted following the details of his lashes and the way the light reflected in his dark eyes. Something in the air had shifted, both of you knew that but both of you refused to acknowledge it.

Minho quickly withdrew his hand from your waist, mumbling about going to practice now and how he'd be back later, leaving you alone and disconcerted in the bathroom.

You heard the front door open and close before you'd even made it back into the hallway.

"Aren't you and Hyunjin going to practice too?" You asked Felix who had just emerged from the kitchen, seeming confused himself. You knew that Minho, Felix and Hyunjin were part of the same dance crew.

"Practice broke up for the holidays last week, why?"

"Oh, no reason..."

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When Minho returned it was already dark. He followed the sound of laughter to the living room to find you and Felix engaged in some sort of dance routine. Even Hyunjin had crawled out of his room, giggling happily on the couch as he directed you and Felix this way and that.

"No, no, you leg should bend inwards, not like that," Hyunjin pointed.

"How?! That's not humanly possible," you complained, trying to contort your body the way you thought he meant.

"No, silly, the other way," Felix came over to place one hand on your thigh and one on your hip, turning your leg inward and directing your movement. "Yeah, now you're getting it!"

"What are you doing?" Minho's voice cut through the jolly atmosphere and Felix took his hands off you as if he'd been caught stealing.

"Oh good, you're back! We're starving, we were waiting for you so we could order pizza," Changbin said, having just walked in as well. His keen eyes flitted between you and how close Felix was to you, then over to Minho who once again looked as if he wanted to murder someone.

"So pizza! Come on, let's choose and order already," Hyunjin joined in, having clocked the weird silent exchange.

Without a word, Minho headed for the drawer of takeout menus.

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A couple of hours later, all nine of you were strewn about the living room, pizza boxes and drinks littering all surfaces as you were all engrossed in a cheesy horror movie. You had been given the honor of the single armchair while the rest of the boys had arranged themselves on the sofa and the floor, except for Minho who perched right beside you on the armrest of the chair, claiming that it was his chair and he was not going to fully give it up.

It was unbelievably comforting to lean on Minho's sturdy frame, breathing in his familiar scent and burying your face into his hoodie during the more gory scenes. If anything, his running commentary of "for fuck's sake, you're such a baby" only added to the familiarity and comfort of the evening.

When a toilet and drink refill break was in order, Minho paused the movie and the boys rose up to stretch and take turns for the bathroom and kitchen. While Minho was busy refilling your drink in the kitchen, Felix plopped down on the armchair next to you to show you the silly picture of Hyunjin he'd promised you earlier. The others were taking their time and things quickly turned into you and Felix watching videos on his phone, huddled close on the armchair and snickering under your breaths. Felix nudged you when you teased him about showing off his own dance practice clips and you stuck your tongue out at him. Changbin had remained on the couch, scrolling through his phone but was now casting worried glances over at the two of you.

"Oh yeah? What if I caught that little tongue of yours and didn't let you have it back, hmm?" Felix said cutely, leaning over so close that you could count every freckle on his nose. There was a glint beyond just something cute in his gaze.

You weren't entirely clueless, you didn't miss the way his eyes drifted down to your lips for a second even though you hadn't said anything. There was something a little hungry in his eyes. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach at the realisation that Felix really was so very cute and he liked you.

"Uuuuh, hyung, can you get me one more beer too, please?" Changbin's voice was loud and tense, addressing Minho who was just about to walk back into the living room.

"Get it yourself, you lazy--"

The sound of the popcorn bowl rattling on the floor startled you and Felix, both of you bolting upright on instinct.

"I have to ask you something real quick, come here," Changbin quickly stood up and dragged Felix by the arm down the hallway. It was unmistakable this time, the sheer possessiveness with which Minho glared in Felix's direction as the lattee disappeared with Changbin into their room.

"Dude, what the fuck? What's the matter with you," Felix yanked his arm from Changbin's grip once the door shut behind them.

"Are you really that stupid? Have you really not noticed that all of today Minho has been two seconds away from ripping you a new one?"

Felix blinked rapidly, not looking exactly like a person in the know.

"What are you talking about?"

"You can't act like that around his sister without his permission, man!" Changbin sounded exasperated.

"Like what? I wasn't doing anything, we were just hanging out," Felix tried to explain himself.

"Oh please, you've been drooling all over her all day! You're not fooling me and you're certainly not fooling Minho."

"Yeah, so? They're not related and they're not even technically step-siblings anymore, what's the problem?"

Changbin sighed and shook his head disapprovingly.

"It doesn't work like that, man. They grew up together, she's his younger sister and he's always going to be protective of her. Do us all a favour and give this up before you really fuck things up with Minho. I don't want to have to look for a whole new set of housemates for next year."

"Are we going to talk about what just happened, or...?"

You left the question rhetorically unfinished, looking up at Minho who had repositioned himself on the armrest next to you. He'd been way too obvious to pretend nothing at all had happened.

"He knows I don't like it when he takes my chair."

So that's what he was going with.

"Right. Okay," you muttered.

"What?" Minho nudged you with his thigh which was level with your waist where he was perching.

An idea popped into your head and in that moment it seemed like such a good way to probe what Minho was actually on about.

"Nothing, I'm just a bit peeved because I was having a conversation and we were getting somewhere before you interrupted us."

"Getting where," Minho asked, trying to sound casual.

"Well, you know how I've been single for a while again? I was telling Felix about that and he's so cute, honestly I was kind of hoping he might ask me out."

No response followed, only the sound of Minho swallowing thickly as he tried not to react.

"You don't mind, right?" You had him cornered.

It felt like ice lodged in Minho's stomach at your question and he was genuinely drawing a blank.

"Minho?"

"I... I don't know. It's a bit weird, I've never had to think about it. You're my sister, I've never thought of you going out with one of my friends."

"I've been thinking though... We're always going to be close but I'm not your sister anymore, technically."

He finally looked at you and there was a weird expression on your face.

"What? Surprised that I would say that?" You raised your eyebrows at him. "You always make sure you emphasise that fact to your friends on video calls. Is it weird to hear me saying it myself?"

Minho stood up.

"Clearly you want to have some sort of conversation but I can't do this now, the guys are all coming back. Let's just finish the movie first," Minho said without looking at you as he arranged himself on the sofa.

Seungmin, Chan and Hyunjin returned with drinks and joined him and a few minutes later Jeongin, Changbin and Felix emerged from the hallway. Felix glanced at you awkwardly before joining the two on the floor, as far away from both you and Minho as possible.

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Waiting for the movie to finish was like white room torture. You couldn't concentrate on the plot at all and barely noticed when the guys would laugh or shriek at whatever was going on in the haunted house in the movie. When the credits finally rolled you sighed in relief.

Minho went to get spare towels while the boys cleaned up around the living room and bickered about who was going to shower in what order.

"Um, I'll use Hyunjin and Jeongin's bathroom for the week so don't worry about using up the water," Felix said awkwardly as he shuffled past you with arms full of pizza boxes. You nodded and gave him a tense smile in return.

With an uneasy feeling you made your way to Minho's room to unpack some of your things and ask who was going first but you heard the shower in his bathroom already running. You exhaled heavily. At least the conversation was going to be postponed for a little while, you thought as you got clothes and toiletries out of your backpack and suitcase. You laid pyjamas out on the bed as if appraising them. Couldn't you just wear Minho's? Surely he wouldn't mind that, given that he was already acting like some sort of alpha male marking his territory around you. You tucked your pyjamas back into your suitcase just as the shower was turned off in his bathroom.

You didn't want to cross paths with him just yet so you went to the kitchen to get yourself water to keep in the room for the night. As soon as you shut the door, however, you bumped into a hard, warm body. Of course Minho's. Bare from the hips up, towel riding low at his waist. Your stomach dropped and there was no stopping your eyes from roaming all over his muscled torso, the way a few stray droplets still rolled from his neck down to his sculpted chest and you forgot to breathe. When you finally dared to meet Minho's eyes he was waiting patiently, as if he knew what you would do. He handed you a clean towel as he passed you, not bothering to say anything.

You gave up on going to the kitchen entirely and clutched your toothbrush in your hand. You couldn't face going back to the room to get the rest of your toiletries and resigned yourself to borrowing Minho's as you bolted for the bathroom and had one of the fastest showers of your life.

The warm spray did little to quiet your mind but it did calm your breathing and suddenly facing Minho didn't feel so scary. You'd go in, ask to borrow pyjamas and just have a conversation. There wasn't much coherent inner monologue happening in your head and you fixed yourself up as if on autopilot, wrapping the towel above your chest to cover yourself as you left the warm bubble of the bathroom.

Minho was waiting for you, sitting on his bed and had thankfully put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. When he saw you he patted the space next to him.

"Can I borrow some PJs before we do that?"

The double meaning of the question didn't occur to you until after you said it but Minho didn't linger on it and just tucked into his dresser drawer to hand you a t-shirt and pair of shorts similar to what he was wearing.

"I think they're all done in the bathrooms, you can go back out," he said quietly.

"I can just change here quickly if you just..." You motioned for Minho to turn around and he obliged, turning off the main light and leaving just the soft warm glow from the small lamp by his bed. He said cross-legged with his hands covering his lap, the only sound in the room that of fabric rustling over your bare skin and Minho had entirely given up on covering up his erection. If you noticed it, then you noticed it and that was going to be just one more conversation that needed to be had.

He felt the mattress dip and jostle slightly as you made your way to sit next to him and he finally turned around. A lump formed in his throat at how cute you looked in his shirt and shorts, and he tried his damndest not to stare at your nipples outlined by the thin fabric. He tried even harder not to think of how much this reminded him of the nights you two had spent with torches under a blanket reading books you were too young for, talking about what houses you wanted to live in and what you would do when you grew up.

"So...," you started hesitantly.

"So."

You chewed your lip. "So things have been weird, huh?"

"You might say that."

"It's not about Felix at all, is it." It wasn't a question from you.

"It's a little about Felix," Minho smiled lopsidedly, one eye crinkling.

"But it could just as easily have been about any of the boys?"

"I don't...," Minho sighed, hand going up to the back of his neck nervously. "I think you're right. Yes, I actually can physically say that," he narrowed his eyes sarcastically when you smirked at him. You breathed a little easier when his usual sarcastic demeanor resurfaced, however slightly.

You gambled and reached out to clasp your fingers around his.

"I missed you just the same as I always do, you know?"

"I know," he said, looking down at your clasped hands. "I just don't know when it started to feel... different." He looked up at you, hoping to whoever would listen that you would catch his meaning and make it easier for him, make it so that he didn't have to spell out exactly how he felt in the agonising detail that he felt it.

"It got harder to see you with other guys, boyfriends or even Felix today. It never used to bother me this much."

"Well it used to bother me," you quipped. "But now I think I kind of like it."

"Like what?"

"I like that you don't like when I'm with other guys," you looked at him square in the eyes. "And..."

He followed your eyes as they traced the lines of his neck to his collarbones exposed by the loose shirt he wore.

"Some of the things I've thought about... I felt so awful," he started carefully, voice dropping to a whisper halfway through from how it shook.

"If I made you take your other hand off your lap, what would happen?" You knew very well what it would reveal, and looked up at Minho as if to challenge him.

You knew. You knew everything. And the only reason you could know this much was if you had felt it yourself too, Minho thought and threw hesitation to the side as he took the hand you were holding off his lap, revealing his erection which was still straining in his shorts.

"What would we do, hypothetically?" Your voice was now a whisper too.

"Maybe something like what we talked about at the tree house that summer."

Minho was referring to the last year you lived together before your parents split up. They were fighting a lot and you and Minho would often end up escaping to the tree house you had built together in middle school. By then Minho had lost his virginity to his first girlfriend and being the horny teens you both were, you'd begged him to tell you what his first time was like, claiming it was so that you'd know what to do to be safe when the time came for you too. Minho had called you crazy but eventually gave in, and it had been surprisingly romantic the way it had happened for him. He'd been gentle and careful but when he'd realised how well he'd been doing and how much his girlfriend had enjoyed it, he'd got more passionate and rough and ended up even getting her to orgasm. You had listened to the story and wondering what this feeling was in your groin as Minho was telling it. A heavy, throbbing sort of feeling as images had flashed in your mind of what it would feel like to have someone do those things to you. Years later you'd realised that you had wanted Minho to be the one doing them to you but you could never tell him, he would never understand.

Except he did, and he'd felt the same way for God knows how long and you had never realised. Society would frown on you and your parents would go insane if they found out and so you desperately hoped you could keep it secret, but that was all going to be a problem for the you of a few hours later to deal with.

Because right now Minho was kissing you.

Soft, eager lips moulding around yours as his hands reached up to cradle your face. His passion poured into his kiss and you could say hand on your heart that you had never been kissed like that by anyone else. Your lips parted helplessly and sparks shot through you at the same time as a shiver swept over your skin at the feel of Minho's tongue tracing your bottom lip for permission. You moaned into his mouth and he did the same, years of repressed feelings and longing seeping out of you and guiding your lips and bodies closer together.

You moved to straddle Minho's lap and hummed high and needy at the feel of his hard cock right against your core through the thin layers of fabric separating you. He sucked your bottom lip between his and bit it lightly, greedy and wanton as he dragged his lips down your jaw to your neck where he lavished the skin with open-mouthed kisses and bites, stoking a feeling inside you just like that at the treehouse. A needy, throbbing tension between your legs that screamed to be alleviated and you instinctively ground your hips down onto his, nestling his cock right against your clit through your shorts. The pressure on your sensitive bud felt divine and you moaned more loudly, prompting Minho to shush you gently.

"You can't make so much noise, dummy, no one can know about this. No one...."

His whispering in your ear had you arching your back, pressing your breasts against his chest and your patience wearing thinner. You quieted yourself by kissing his neck, nibbling lightly on the skin and smiling against it when he sighed. Your fingers reached for the hem of his shirt and he raised his arms for you easily, letting you pull it up and off of him.

"You got really hot, you know?" It sounded stupid but you wanted him to know and the light chuckle vibrating in his chest made you smile as you continued your journey over his skin with your lips, kissing down his chest and dragging your hands over the expanse of smooth, warm skin.

Encouraged, he slipped his hands under your (his) shirt, caressing your back which only made you impatient for him to touch you where you wanted him more. You pressed your body against his and he looked up at you.

"What shall we do first, hmm?"

His voice was so soft as his thumbs rubbed circles around your waist. If it was possible to feel so safe and at the same time like wanting to rip his shirt clean off, that was where you were. Minho smiled at you tugging on his waistband and separated from you just long enough for you to slide his shorts down his legs. He had nothing on underneath because why would he.

You greedily spread your hands, touching as much bare, warm skin as you could while you slid down his body to settle in between his legs. He remained sitting upright, body curling up over you protectively and his hands slid into your hair.

You wrapped your fingers around his length and your pussy throbbed from how hard and heavy he was in your hand. A throaty hum vibrated in his chest and his eyes drifted closed for a moment but he didn't want to miss a second of you doing this to him, so he willed himself to keep them open. He was planning to take it easy, it was already difficult enough to silence the rational part of his brain but when your lips wrapped around his tip it all flew out the window.

"God..." he moaned as his head tipped back loosely and his grip tightened on your hair. You felt so greedy, you quickly swallowed down as much of his shaft as you could fit and a hungry little groan rumbled in your throat.

"You can't make so much noise, dummy. No one can know about this," you threw his own words back at him after you popped off him with a slurp, then promptly teased the tip of your tongue into the slit at the head of his cock. Minho had no comeback, he could only clench his jaw to quiet himself as he clung to the thought of not thrusting right into your throat. He couldn't resist pressing your head lower onto him though, and you took more of his cock in surprise.

You wanted to please him. You wanted to please your big brother and it didn't matter what the combination of those words sounded like at that moment. It only mattered how beautiful Minho's moan sounded when you slacked your jaw and swallowed around his crown, the weight of him pressing down on your tongue, your hand stroking him in turn.

"Wait, wait!" He was hastily pulling you up, gently tugging on your hair until you could look at him. "I don't even want to think about how you got so good at this but I want a turn now."

Something constricted in his chest when you licked your lips and smiled at him, mouth still barely an inch from his cock. He was in so much trouble. This went way beyond just thinking you were pretty. Your eyes made him want to make you shut them in pleasure, your smile made him him want to see it morph into a sigh as he filled you. You let him guide you up and then lay you back down on his bed on your back.

Your (his) shorts were sliding down your legs so easily as if he'd done this to you before. And he had, in his mind at least, only now he was getting to do it for real, to feel goosebumps rising over your skin as he took your underwear off with the shorts too and you were spread bare in front of him. There was so much flutter in your chest when you felt his fingers ghosting at the soft insides of your thighs that it made you think whether part of it was shame.

"Do you think maybe we shouldn't...."

The words died in your mouth when Minho's fingers reached your center and you felt just how effortless the glide was over your folds.

"Fuck, if you're backing out you have to tell me now, I can't take knowing what you feel like and not tasting it," he said tensely, keeping himself still in case you really wanted to back out.

You couldn't take it either, couldn't take having just a hint of what it would feel like to have him like that, and you pulled at his wrist, bringing his fingers back in contact with your pussy.

"Oh god, you're fucking precious, aren't you?"

You couldn't tell whether it was a tease but it didn't matter, not when Minho loomed over you, covering your body with his and leaning down to kiss you as his fingers stroked you slowly. Feeling how eager you were and how his digits slipped and slid so easily over your folds had his brain on autopilot and he was soon diving in to taste you, tongue fast and broad to capture as much of your essence as he could reach. He pressed his tongue against your clit in wide, slow strokes as his fingertips teased at your entrance and you whined quietly, terrified of anyone else hearing what you were doing with your step-brother.

He kept a steady pace but you could tell it wasn't easy for him, at times his tongue curling over your clit and a deep groan vibrating in his throat. It felt so good that despite your nervousness you were steadily getting worked up and the pricks of heat came sharp in your belly, leaving you gasping for breath. Your hands gripped at anything you could reach - the covers, your own thighs, your breasts. Minho noticed and without stopping, he dragged your hand to his hair. You pushed his head down further on instinct, grinding your hips against his face.

Easing a finger into you, he stroked your soft insides and crooked it in a way that made you clench onto it and suck in a breath.

"God, Minho, it feels so good, fuck..."

His dark eyes drank in your face twisted in pleasure and the pained way the words made it out of you and he dove back in, closing his eyes as his tongue traced patterns on your clit. He looked so fucking good like that between your legs that you sunk your teeth into your lip to try and stop the carnal moans threatening to spill.

"Tell me if you're close, I'll make it good," he murmured against your folds and you whined.

"I'm close now, oh fuck... It's so good like that, just like that!"

He obliged, only quickening his finger inside you slightly and adding a second, playing with your sensitive spot so teasingly as he continued stroking your clit with his tongue.

"Mmm, mmm.... Can you suck my clit please?" You didn't know what came over you but you were feeling so well taken care of, you felt like there was no way a sweet request like that would go unanswered.

Minho stopped lapping at your clit and looked up at you, a small grin gracing his features before he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked just like you'd asked him.

A hot wave undulated somewhere from inside of you and you squeezed your eyes shut from the pleasure. You were panting now, barely able to get enough air into your lungs. You were so close and so acutely focused on the sensations from Minho's fingers inside you and his lips on your clit that you could think of nothing else.

Thrusting his fingers harder inside you, Minho looked up at you once more.

"Relax and just cum on my fingers, come on." It was a quiet, almost whispered command and he looked so unbelievably hot in that moment, when he closed his lips around your clit again you only lasted another few seconds before your walls were clamping down on his fingers. Your throat was locked up, too afraid to make noise, but your face was twisted in a silent scream as the orgasm surged through you. Minho kept his fingers buried inside you for you to have something to clench on, and because he loved feeling your dripping pussy pulse around them, getting to feel your orgasm directly. Your whole body wracked in a convulsion from the force of it and Minho raised himself up to lay beside you, hands reassuringly stroking over your skin while you calmed down and caught your breath.

When you could finally open your eyes properly, you found him gazing at you, dark eyes still hungry even as his fingers tamely stroked your jaw.

"It's never felt this good before, how the hell did you do that?" Your voice sounded raw and small.

"Maybe because I've imagined it so many times," Minho's smile was wry and crooked.

"Oh yeah? What else did you imagine?" You teased as much as your fucked out state allowed.

Minho chuckled lightly, tucking his head into your shoulder before raising it up so his lips were at the shell of your ear.

"So many things. Like how it would feel to have you on top of me, riding me..." His whisper thrummed inside you like the lick of hot metal. "How warm and wet you'd feel around my cock, how I could watch myself disappearing inside you as I spank that cute ass of yours from behind..."

His cock was hard and warm, precum dribbled out of his tip onto your thigh, and you moaned from the sensation of it and the filthy words he was caressing you with. You didn't feel spent anymore, all you wanted was to feel full of him, to finally know what it felt like.

"I want to feel that too. Please, fuck me..." You reached down to stroked his cock and heard him hiss before he bit your earlobe lightly.

"How do you want me, precious?"

God, the nickname made this feel even filthier. It used to be a word meant to tease you and now it had taken on a whole new meaning.

"I want what you just said. Please!"

He took your hand and guided you to sit up and turn around on all fours, fitting himself between your spread thighs behind you and reaching down to stroke your pussy again.

"You're fucking dripping for me," he remarked as he teased along your wet slit, dipping a digit in just for a second and spreading the wetness over your clit before stroking it with the pads of his fingers.

You moaned low and desperate, still sensitive from your orgasm but your hips pushed back chasing his touch regardless.

"Fuck, you don't know how good you look right now. Spread open like that for me and so wet..."

You never thought you'd ever hear such words from Minho but now that you were hearing them, you wanted only for him not to stop.

"You gonna fuck yourself on my fingers? So needy, always such a little princess, have to have whatever you want, don't you?"

He was teasing but obliging you at the same time, fingers poised at your entrance and when you pushed back you felt them sink into you deep.

"Please, oh my god, please fuck me now, I need your cock, please!"

You never thought you'd be one to beg either, but few things were turning out to be as you expected from this visit, that was for sure.

Your felt Minho remove his fingers from you and something blunt replacing the pressure at your entrance.

"Alright, stay still now."

You tried your best to do as he said, stilling your writhing his and planting your hands in front of you.

You felt the thick head of his cock breaching your entrance and popping in, but he retreated as soon as it had entered you.

A low, animalistic sound left you and you arched your back more deeply but held still for Minho. You were rewarded with the return of his tip into you and he teased it in and out of you a few times, stretching your entrance out gently and driving you out of your mind. You felt him bend over you and ghost kisses over your shoulders as his face came up to the side of your ear.

"Fuck yourself onto my cock now, come on." The whispered command made your eyes roll back as you moved your hips into him, finally taking his length in beyond the tip and nestling him fully inside you. When his hips hit your ass you both groaned, hands tightening on each other in some feeble attempt to keep things slow and not too loud.

It was unnerving how easily your bodies fell into a rhythm, Minho thrusting deeply into you and you meeting him halfway. As if you'd both imagined this very scenario and played around with how it would go down.

Tracing a hand down your back, Minho watched your silky folds swallow him up over and over as he bottomed out inside you. Both of you were holding down your moans but the slick sound of his cock working its way inside you was almost just as loud.

"Can you hear how fucking wet you are? You feel so good around me, so warm and snug I could just fill you up. Would you like that, huh?" The rasp in his voice drove you crazy and you fucked yourself onto his dick harder, keening high in your throat.

"I would love it, I would love it if you fucked me full of you..." It came out quiet and shy but Minho could feel every bit of desperation that your voice couldn't convey. Your fists clenched so tight into the covers, the deep arch to your back, the way your cunt would tighten up more on him with every deep thrust and dirty word from him.

He reached around to stroke your clit in time with his thrusts, keeling it slow and deep as he had until now and your mouth dropped open, nothing coming out. The feeling of his heavy cock dragging over your sensitised walls was hard enough to bear but his fingers on your clit made you feel like you were losing your mind. You couldn't think, breathing seemed to take so much effort and his cock inside you was almost not enough. You jerked and ground your hips desperately, taking in all of his length and swiveling your hips when he was balls-deep inside of you.

"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, Minho! Please don't stop, just fuck me, fill me up, I want to feel it, please!"

The words kept coming out of you and you didn't care how desperate you sounded, you only wanted to feel Minho reach his high inside of you and the way his hand clenched hard onto your hips gave you a deep sense of relief.

His fingers stroked faster over your clit and he rocked into you hard, jostling your whole frame with the force of his thrusts. Somewhere in the midst of it the pressure inside you snapped, your walls fluttering around Minho's length as it worked and pressed into your tender spots and your clit throbbed under his fingers. A raw cry ripped from you as you came hard on his cock, your cunt clenching and holding him impossibly snug to where his thrusts became laboured.

Shaken, short breaths from behind you told you that Minho was at his limit and he ground his hips into you, trying to wring out the last bit of friction he needed without overstimulating you but you didn't care, you rocked back onto him yourself. He withdrew to the tip and slammed back into you once, twice, then groaned and grabbed your hips painfullly tight. His cock pulsed inside you, feeling so thick and hard all of a sudden and a warm gush of cum spurted inside you. Then another, and another as Minho rocked into you, emptying himself inside you just like you'd begged him to. One hand left the bruising grip on your hip to trail over your spine and around, grabbing your breast then pressing your chest up to bring your body up off your hands and flush with his front.

Heavy breaths expanded his sculpted chest and he kissed up your shoulder as he worked through his own orgasm, his hips twitching until his cock finally stopped throbbing inside of you. It was too hard to hold yourself up and you fell forward onto your hands again but your elbows buckled and you found yourself with your cheek pushed against the bed, hips still held in Minho's hands. He guided you to drop them and you laid down flat, his heavy frame following on top and covering yours with him still inside you.

"I could stay inside you all night," he murmured into your back, resting his head on you.

"I want you to, but you're a little heavy," you chuckled.

"Sorry," Minho said dramatically and moved back slightly, your bodies now parallel to each other with him spooning you from behind.

"Oh..."

With his cock softening inside you you felt his cum start to drip out of your well-fucked hole.

"Don't move, I got it," Minho said as he raised himself up on one arm and reached for some wipes in his bedside table. He helped clean you and himself up then settled back in place behind you. You listened to his now even breaths and felt safer than you ever had, right there in his arms. Not everything was peaceful in your mind though.

"Minho?"

"Hmm?"

"What now?"

He guided you to roll over and face him, taking your leg to wrap around his hip.

"Now we hope nobody heard us, I guess."

You stroked his hair, focusing on his glistening eyes in the grey-blue darkness.

"I'm going to have to pretend that I don't want to kiss you every time I look at you?"

Minho nodded slightly.

"And I can't have you sitting on my lap when we watch movies with our friends because all I'm gonna want is to wrap my arms around you and kiss you back."

You smirked. "Sap."

Minho raised an eyebrow. "Well I'm also gonna want you dripping and screaming for me as I have you riding me, but I was trying to be romantic."

Saying that, you felt his cock stir from where it laid close to your pussy and the hardening length brushed up against your folds of its own accord.

"We can do like you wanted and have you inside me all night," you suggested teasingly.

"You really think you can sleep with my cock buried inside you and not move?"

"We can just try," you laughed airily. Minho leaned in, kissing your lips and guiding your hips closer, holding your leg to spread you apart as he slid his cock back into you.

"Oh my god, Minho..." You gasped, hips grinding involuntarily at the feel of him filling you up again.

"I know, I know," he shushed you, holding you still. "Just close your eyes and try to sleep."

He tucked your head into his chest and rested his chin on top. You closed your eyes and focused on the rest of his warmth enveloping you, the steady thrum of his heart and the light fan of his breath in your hair. You felt full but the tiredness took the raw edge away from that and soon you both drifted off to sleep.

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You woke up to Minho moving and the sheets rustling around you as he separated from you and rose from the bed. It was still dark and you were too tired to check the time. You heard the bathroom door shut, then a minute later Minho walked back in and leaned down to kiss your lips before settling back into bed with you.

You were tired but too awake not to feel how wet you were from having his cock inside you earlier and you scooted over to him, hand trailing over his chest as you kissed his neck.

"You awake?" He asked, voice heavy from sleep and his hand joining yours over his chest.

"Mm kinda. Want you...." You croaked out, lips trailing over hot skin and settling at his nipple. He chuckled lightly and reached between your legs, stroking a finger between your folds and finding you soaked.

"Come here," he whispered and dragged you to lay on top of him, legs spread around his hips. He teased your hole with his fingers then rubbed your juices over his quickly hardening cock.

"Tell me if it hurts, okay?"

You nodded against his chest and he guided his cock into you, both of you sighing at the feeling of being joined again. You couldn't lie, it did sting from how he'd fucked you earlier but it felt even better somehow and you wantonly ground onto his length, burying him deep inside you. He dragged you over his cock and your nipples rubbed against his skin, stiffening into peaks. He raised you up slightly so your breasts were in front of his face and sat up, taking a nipple into his mouth to suck.

You hummed in pleasure and sat up more, riding him now as you tugged on his hair, keeping his mouth on your breast as he sat up as well. His hand snuck between your bodies to thumb at your clit and your breathing got harsher. The friction from his cock was overwhelming, your raw walls already fluttering when you dropped harder onto him.

"Fuck, Minho, it hurts a little but it's good. I'm gonna cum if you keep fucking me like that."

"Yeah? You sure? You don't want me stop?" He popped off your nipple then took the other to suck and drag his tongue over.

"Yes, please, it feels so good," you were begging again and Minho was starting to think he was acquiring a begging kink now because hearing you like that made his cock stiffen even more inside you.

"You look so good on top of me, come on, cum for me," he egged you on with harsh thrusts from under you, fingers still playing your clit smoothly. Your thighs ached but you could feel the crest of your orgasm flowing down already, ready to put you under and you kept fucking yourself down onto his length. He reached so deep inside you like this and the tinge of pain only heightened how good it felt. You wrapped your arms around him and dropped one last time onto his cock, walls squeezing him tight as you came on top of him.

Minho was covering your neck in kisses as you fell apart in his arms, gasping from the delicious pressure of your cunt around his dick. He reversed your positions and laid you down as he stayed inside you, leaning over you to kiss you hard.

"Think you can take a little more?" He asked, not moving until you'd said it was okay.

"Yeah, a little," you smiled at him, so fucked out and voice still heavy from sleep although you'd been moaning into his ear while you rode him.

"You feel so fucking good, I'm the luckiest bastard in the world," he kept kissing you between words as he thrust into you, pressing you down into the mattress with his hands under your thighs. You clung to him for dear life, the overstimulation setting in and making you want to scream so you bit into his shoulder. It kept you quiet but made him louder, especially once his sexed-up brain clocked what you were trying to do.

He pounded into you harder, his cock mercilessly pressing into your overused cunt and brushing against your cervix. Something else rose up in you and through the haze you realised you were about to squirt all over him.

"We're gonna need to change the sheets after this," you warned.

"Why? Oh...," it took him a second. "I don't care, that'd be fucking hot to see you cum all over me. Come on, drench me."

Your inhibitions lowered, you relaxed and let yourself focus on every bit of pressure his harsh thrusts brought and after a few more you gushed and sprayed cum all over his lower body.

"Fuck..."

The pressure forced his cock out but he quickly manhandled you and filled you up again, pounding into you without holding anything back. The wet, squelching noise your pussy made was obscene but it was in part what pushed him over the edge and he railed into you, milking himself into you and emptying his cum into you sloppily. Some of it gushed out but you liked that, reveled in the obscenity of being filled twice in one night and having covered Minho in your cum yourself.

You willed yourselves to change the bedding and collapsed into it after hastily using up more wipes. You didn't wake up again until morning.

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When you awoke again, it was from the sound of the shower in Minho's bathroom. It turned off shortly and Minho walked in with a towel around his waist. It felt like deja vu, you having seen him like that less than 12 hours ago. But the expression he wore was entirely different. Where it had been dark and cloudy before, now a wide smile was gracing his handsome features.

"Morning, dummy."

"What time is it?

"About noon. Everyone else has gone out apparently. I'll start breakfast while you shower." He put on some shorts and a hoodie and left you to sort yourself out.

Once you'd showered and dressed you made your way to the kitchen to the sight of Minho attempting to salvage somewhat charred eggs and toast.

"You still can't even make eggs?"

"Shut up, at least I'm trying. Hyunjin doesn't even do that, he orders in all the time." Minho frowned, instantly slipping back into your usual bickery dynamic.

You took half of what he'd made, giving him a cheesy smile and watching his grumpy expression lighten up again. He hated that. He was so fucking in love with you.

You chatted through breakfast, Minho listing what all his housemates were doing and guessing that none of them had heard you two from the lack of texts from anyone about it.

"So, what do you want to do today," Minho asked as he was clearing the dishes.

"I was thinking we could go to your practice studio? Felix invited me yesterday and I'd still like to go."

Minho froze in place.

"You... You want to go with Felix?"

Oh that's right. Minho's unbelievable lack of perspective when it came to other guys liking you. This could be fun.

"Yeah, he promised to teach me some choreo. That a problem?"

"You know I'm the main dancer in the crew, right?" Minho narrowed his eyes at you.

"Oh? I thought Felix was, the way he moves is so..."

You found yourself face to face with Minho before you'd even finished the sentence.

"I don't give a shit. If you want to go, then go. I'm not."

You pouted.

"Oh come on, oppa. Don't be like that. Please?"

Your tone at the last word was identical to how you'd begged him to fuck you harder last night and the next moment he was kissing you hard, pressing you against the island in the kitchen.

"What do you want me to be like, then?" He asked in between kisses. "Do you want me show you what you'll be missing hanging out with Felix?"

"Can't even imagine," you teased even as his lips under your ear made you breathless.

"I'll show you then," Minho growled, turning you around and making you brace yourself against the counter. He tugged your sweatpants down with force, your underwear going with it and his other hand roamed under your shirt, greedily tracing your skin until he reached your breasts. He cupped your core, then tapped against your clit. The sudden motion had you jerking back against him but his body was caging you between himself and the counter and you only succeeded in grinding your bare ass against his erection.

He pulled his own shorts down, taking out his cock and guiding it between your folds because of course you were still wet from the night before, he'd more than made sure of that.

"Scream all you like now, no one else is here," he rasped in your ear as he gave you a rough thrust and you felt the air being driven out of your lungs.

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Not five minutes after you'd cum screaming Minho's name and gone to change your clothes did Jeongin, Seungmin and Jisung walk in, joking loudly and sorting out take out.

You looked at Minho who was scrolling through his phone on his bed while waiting for you to change. He looked up at you at the same time and you both exchanged a grin.

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The rest of your visit was a never-ending stream of you and Minho fucking every night and every chance you got during the day when the others went out. Both of you getting off on the imposed secrecy of your relationship, you nearly got walked in on when you cut it too close fucking in the living room while Changbin was in the shower. Minho spilled inside you at the same time as the door of Changbin's bathroom opened and his footsteps thudded down the hallway.

After that you kept to Minho's bedroom, prompting the guys to tease you about being antisocial and never coming out to hang out. You were quick to say that you'd brought your Switch and you were too busy kicking Minho's ass, like old times. Minho would of course object, calling you a liar and pointing out that it was in fact he who had taught you the games.

The night before you had to leave neither of you slept at all. You were glued to each other, talking, cuddling and fucking desperately all night because you knew that after tonight it would be months before you'd see each other again. You couldn't easily explain a week's absence to your parents and justify not going to see them and see your own friends in your respective towns.

In the morning you left early, Minho coming to the station with you. Nervous but reassured that no one you knew was around, you kissed passionately in the deserted waiting room right up until you had to board your train. That night, Minho called you and you talked late into the night, falling asleep with each other on the call.

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Minho started his final semester and the days blended into one, with courses, practice and calls with you forming his routine. He was in the midst of studying the final choreography submission when things got on top of him. Nothing he tried felt good enough, and you could feel the stress from him when you talked, his calls getting shorter and him being more irritable.

It was late afternoon and he had been in the practice room since six a.m, feeling beyond exhausted when he final decided no good could come from pushing himself any further and he was risking injury. Head down and staring at his trainers, he punched in the code for the front door of his building and zoned out in the elevator. When he got off on his floor, he found you sitting on the floor in front of his apartment, next to your suitcase.

"Hey," you greeted.

Minho blinked at your blankly.

"Y/N? Why are you here?"

"I couldn't wait until spring break, I had to see you," your voice was soft as you got up from the floor.

Minho said nothing, only stepped towards you and kissed you feverishly, holding you close and backing you towards the door. His lips felt like rain after blistering heat and you opened up for him, tongues caressing each other and you hummed, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"I love you," Minho blurted out mid-kiss. You'd said it to each other countless times as kids, but this meant something different. You cradled his face in your hands, his hair damp from sweat, and you looked into his tired eyes.

"I know. I love you too. Can I come in already?"

Minho fished his keys out and ushered both of you in.

"I'm really in need of a shower. No one else is in, come with me," he said as he was already unzipping your jacket and pulling your sweater over your head. You kissed him again as you both kicked your shoes off.

"I need one too, not a bad idea."

You pulled Minho's shirt off as he backed you towards the bathroom, tossing it to join the rest of your clothes littering the hallway. Minho turned on the shower and barely parting from each other, you both stepped under the warm spray. He kissed down your chest, lavishing attention on your breasts while you dragged your hands down his abs, teasing your fingers down the lines of his hips to his stirring cock.

"I missed you so much," you whined when his fingers caressed between your legs, petting your folds with a sort of tenderness he rarely showed.

"Me too, I can't wait this long again," he said as he took one of your legs, raising it to his hip as he brought you closer and found home inside your heat.

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Changbin didn't know what to make of the clothes strewn about the hallway and the shower in Minho's bathroom running. Not until he spotted your suitcase dumped in the corner and recognised the key chain decorating it that Minho had given you last time you were here when presents were exchanged. A suspicious feeling twisted in Changbin's gut and he knew he shouldn't eavesdrop, but his room was in the same hallway as Minho's bathroom and he couldn't help quietly making his way to the door and listening for a moment.

"I missed you so much"

"Me too, I can't wait this long again"

#skz smut #skz minho smut #skz lee know smut #lee know smut #stray kids smut #stray kids minho smut #stray kids lee know smut #skz hard hours #stray kids hard hours #stray kids hard thoughts #tw stepcest

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i-am-dulaman · 1 year

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#poll #hyperspecific poll #my first ever poll!! i didn't actually know i had polls till just now

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feralratboye · 10 months

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one of the best ways to show kindness in this world is to just “not notice” things sometimes. at my restaurant, chips and salsa are extra after the first bowl. a large group of kids with a single mother comes in and you best believe those chips are Gone Fast. a keen observer might have noticed that while the kids were lively with rounded cheeks, the mother was not. they might have noticed she was quiet, thin, and tired. i, however, only noticed that they didn’t have chips and salsa so i brought some. a few different times. after the salsa sharks were satiated, the mother started to eat some too. she was sampling the different salsas and taking her time to enjoy them. i, of course, did not notice. just as i had not noticed her order only water for drinks before i could ask. just as i had not noticed her mental math with every item her kids asked for. just as i had not noticed the hollow bowls of corn crumbs and tomato essence - which she had stacked for me, neatly, in one corner of the table.

#kindness #love #poetry #humanity

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purpleplaid17 · 15 days

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Jess Watches // Tues 10 Sept // Day 348 Synopses & Favourite Scenes & Poll

The Resident (with mum) 3x19 Support System & 3x20 Burn It All Down (s3 Finale)

Cain recruits Ezra to help keep the emergency situation under wraps. Also, Nic works to come up with a support system for a patient in need of a lung transplant. // Just when Derek's condition seems to be improving, Kitt fears that he may be the latest victim of Cain's cover-up. Cain's former girlfriend is admitted to the hospital for surgery, while Mina and AJ work on saving the heart of a salsa dancer.

A Revenge reunion amidst the fatal consequences of Cain's hubris. We had to watch both eps because we didn't want to break the building tension and potential danger to each patient. Cain's a pos, Logan is a shark, Conrad is more like his father than he thinks, Nic is the best nurse, Bell is secretly a sweetheart, and AJ can teach me his new salsa moves so I can show Mina.

Pachinko 2x03 Chapter Eleven

Sunja and the children flee Osaka only to find their new location has its own challenges. Solomon's past leads him to new beginnings.

Such a sweet scene in the park with older Sunja but all I could think was: You aren't supposed to feed bread to birds!

Only Murders in the Building 4x02 Gates of Heaven

Mabel and Oliver begin investigating Arconia's West Tower and get trapped inside an ominous game. Meanwhile, Charles is visited by two individuals from his complex past.

Detective Donna back on the case! I'd be interrogating Charles on who his interior decorator is. All the funky patterned wallpaper and I would love his kitchen floor, minus Sazz's blood ofc. Although Mabel can still lay on it if she wants.

#the resident #pachinko #only murders in the building #omitb #polls #tumblr polls #jess watches #day 348

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blogcicciosjm · 1 month

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Laura se encuentra en su salsa con su canción Baby Shark 🎶

#enjoy

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causticcontemplation · 7 months

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1, 7, 18 for that strangely specific ask game 👀

Oh these are good ones. Thanks for the ask! 🖤

chipotle order?

I don't get Chipotle often, cause there are a lot of awesome local Mexican joints here (one of the pros of living in the south I reckon). Uhhh veggie burrito for that free guac, white rice, black and pinto beans, corn salsa, red salsa, and cheese I think? Never queso; their queso is ass.

7. what animal do you look forward to seeing when you visit an aquarium?

Fun fact: I got married in an aquarium surrounded by fucking sharks and shit. But the best animal to see, hands down, are the rays. Bonus points if they have an open pool where you can pet them. They're basically puppies ^_^

18. your boba/tea order?

So my work friends and I take a long break every Friday to go to our favorite boba place, and I like to try something new most weeks. But they have really fucking strong coffee, so if I want to be shaking from caffeine the rest of the day, I'll get a phindi drip with boba. If I'm feeling tea, then it's a thai green milk tea with boba.

#ask me shit #ask game

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cositapreciosa · 2 years

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Meeting Chepe in New York and him bring you back to Cali for a party/meeting the rest of the gang 👀

Red lipstick

Chepe Santacruz x female!reader (infidelity/cheating, mention of Y/N, mention of drug use, the usual for the show), 3679 words

a/n : - Yo Élise, where were you all this time? Were you dead?

- *cue to picture of that dry-ass taxidermy fox* seasonal depression my dude

As always it's the fictional, not the real deal, enjoy xx

You can see it as a business meeting, an opportunity for you to go bigger.

That is what Chepe had said to you one day as you met him for your usual drop. Offering you a trip to Colombia, to meet the big ones from overseas, those that completed his inner circle. You had been reselling for him for a few years now, never once coming to a dollar short and definitely ranking in the profit. Probably the best card you got in your deck, Santacruz, am I not?

You never were looking to make it big in this type of business. Selling just enough to be sure to stay afloat, pay your mortgage, feed the people you love, and buy those pieces of jewelry, that a year ago would have been for you a rent’s worth, just because you liked how they shined when you passed the counter display. Greed, envy, lust. It had crawled in your veins fast, venomous, pumping in your blood. Still, just enough to always buy your favorite, to-die-for, 90$ red lipstick every time it ran out, but never enough to get cocky, stupid, reckless.

You loved luxury, lived in it, smelled like it, but you always remembered how red your blood was, how easy it could be spilled. You saw the way the government was knocking more and more doors down, came for the smaller ones before fishing for the big sharks, but all the others didn’t. It’s a war, sweetheart, Chepe had called it, a war on drugs. Teeth filled with gold, snorting all types of white powders, guns-a-blazing, cuffed and judged by justice just as fast. There’s a quiet side to riches that those men never understood. It was what had separated you from the others who had climbed the ranks with you over the years, you had realized. Maybe that’s why you are here today, setting foot down a jet on Colombian soil, or maybe it was just the start of the hardest fall of your life.

As you looked at your shoes, already full of dust, you wondered if there was a time you had ever seen so much dirt on a landing strip before. You don’t have much time to think about it or to worry about the wind pushing your hair or the dirt in your mouth, that Chepe is already in front of you, arms wide open,

‘’ Bienvenido en la capital mundial de la salsa, sweetheart. ‘’

Your smile is bright, pulling at your cheeks, lips painted red, welcoming. A deadly trap. Chepe knows all of this, the facade that goes in the character you play. The survival instinct, the street smart. You made it this far didn’t you?

‘’ Well, I’m more of a bachata dancer myself, but I can make salsa work. ‘’

You had fucked him once. When his wife had been away, doing whatever she did when she went on those trips of hers. All teeth, handfuls of flesh, bent over the balcony. Maybe it had been more than once. Maybe you didn’t feel so bad because you knew she most likely did the same when she claimed she was going on shopping trips with friends. You could always tell with those women for some reason, you could see it in their eyes, it wasn’t hard to miss. You could see it in his too, how he had always known. If he cared or not was still the missing piece.

You take his extended hand to jump off the last step. The heat is heavy, weirdly humid, and dry at the same time. Still, his hand is steady, not a bead of sweat on his forehead, his usually heavy coat switched for a striped shirt. Colombiano born and raised. You did tell him stripes looked good on him once.

This is it, you thought, no turning back, the top of the ladder. The top of the food chain. You just have to shake hands and smile.

The ride to civilization had been bumpy, long, and trying your best to understand your driver with the thickest Costeño accent you had ever heard. A fair price to pay for landing on an illegal dirt patch in the middle of a Colombian jungle.

Chepe had left you with his driver and a bodyguard back at the landing field, slipping you in the passenger seat, making sure your hair didn’t get stuck in the door as he closed it,

‘’ I trust those two with my life. I’ll pick you up at the hotel tommorow ? ‘’

All teeth, handfuls of flesh, bent over the balcony.

‘’ How else am I supposed to empty the mini-bar then? ‘’

Hands gripping your waist, pining you against the shower wall.

It's later that day after he's been gone for hours and your lipstick has been reapplied, that he calls your room phone. You press your lips together, spreading the color evenly, as it rings some more. You take your finger up to your mouth, swiping the excess stain with your nail. Done. Your heels click on the marble floors on your way out of the bathroom,

‘’ Miss me already? ‘’

It's a party, he had said, near the water, you’ll love it.

He scoffs, as you disconnected the call. The more 6 o’clock gets near, the more all of your being screams at you to leave, clawing at your mind to run, not to look back. You know you should, that he would let you call it off and go back home. But the more you want it, the more you itch to open the safe where your passport is locked, and the more you realize you can’t.

You won’t.

The ride over there is less bumping than when you first got here. Jetlag is busting your ass, and your concealer is working hard to keep it unnoticed. Chepe is dressed up for the occasion as always. Chains, gold rings, a nice striped long-sleeved shirt. Maybe you’ll take all of it off tonight.

He’s driving this time, one hand on the wheel, the other on your thigh. You’re not sure if you like how familiar the move feels. Domestic. Wrong and right at the same time.

‘’ If this is about my wife, ‘’ he had said, with his arms around you, his chin in your hair, ‘’ I’ll leave her. ‘’

You had mentioned stopping everything when he had dropped by earlier. If I actually do this and meet them, I don’t think I can keep fucking you if I want to be taken seriously. Panic clawing at your chest, the reality of your work, the constant threats. There was no way for this to end well for you. For him.

‘’ Ask me and I’ll do it. I’ll call her right now. ‘’

He smelled like cigar and cologne, his palms sneaking under your shirt, warm on your stomach, soft, grounding,

‘’ This is not about her, ‘’ you had explained, head falling on his shoulder as he nuzzled into your neck, ‘’ This is about me, Chepe. About my work. Credibility. ‘’

His other hand pulled at your skirt, feeling the lace underneath. He molds you to him, unbelievably closer now. You felt him shiver against you, felt his breath behind your ear, the goosebump on your arms,

‘’ Tell me, ‘’ he had started with a groan, bringing the material over your waist, his other hand gently wrapping around your throat,

‘’ Tell me whoever dares, and I’ll make sure myself they never speak again. ‘’

You don’t doubt his words for a second.

The automatic light illuminates the garage as soon as Chepe drives the car in. You’ve never seen a garage this big. Cars lined up left to right, every one of them shinier than the other. What a waste of space.

He maneuvers his between two bright red-looking expensive ones. His toothpick rolls on his lips, leaning back against his seat, one hand on the wheel, as he changes gears. He couldn’t care less if he scratched one. Pocket change.

‘’ I probably should have stayed in my room and gotten another 8 hours of sleep. ‘’

He laughs, hearty, loud, deep, as if you’ve just told him the funniest joke of the night. His thumb rubs your thigh,

‘’ Are you going to stand me up? At your own party? ‘’

His attempt at lightening up the mood. In a way, it does, pushing your insecurities and anxieties to the side for a second. He can tell you hesitate, putting off the moment you step out of the car and have to do the grown-up illegal things you have gotten yourself into. You’re not that tired, caffeinated for two, and ready to throw punches if needed. Not that you would have to, with Chepe hot on your heels wherever you go, but it feels like it could calm you down, give you back some control maybe,

‘’ Oh, you’d do just fine I am sure. ‘’ you try to smile back.

You stay silent for a while, more like seconds really, but it feels relaxing and comforting. His hand is still warm on your skin. You always appreciated how he could understand those moments, never feeling like he had to fill it with words.

His thumb presses slightly on the inside of your thigh, bringing your attention back to him. It is darker now in the car, the automatic light having shut off seconds ago,

‘’ I wish I could introduce you as mine. ‘’

You can make out his side profile, the way his fingers drum on the wheel. You sigh,

‘’ José- ‘’

‘’ Ya, por favor, ‘’ he pleads, annoyed, ‘’ You always do this. ‘’

His hand comes up to scratch his stubble, moving down to where his neck meets his shoulder. He massages the skin, before his arm drops, defeated. Chepe moves in his seat, knees turning slightly to your side of the car. He leans toward you and you don’t understand why you feel nervous all of sudden. Anxious.

Homesick.

‘’ I know you think I’m not genuine. That I’m only saying this to make you happy. ‘’

For the first time in months, you don’t know what to say. He is right. Absolutely and utterly right. You don’t believe him when he says it. When he promises you travels, family parties, a career, a ring. You don’t believe easily, and you know what happens to the other women who naively listen and nod. You have seen it happen time and time again.

You sigh, falling back into your seat, trying to disappear inside the leather behind your back,

‘’ I like you a lot, Chepe. ‘’

You sigh, you don’t know where you are going with this. You can’t seem to be thinking ahead, about what you should say or not. Weirdly enough, in one of the most dangerous countries in the world, in an unknown garage, in a village you have forgotten the name of already, next to him, you feel safe. You don’t feel like you should tiptoe around his feelings, yours for that matter.

Your head rolls to the side to meet his gaze, your fingertips raising to touch his face. His brown eyes are on you, pupils blown from the darkness. Sharp nails follow his cheekbone softly, moving up to his freshly cut hair, pushing the loose grey strands back into place. His hand is on your wrist now, going up and down as he caresses the skin,

‘’ A lot. ‘’ you scoff, you realize.

So do I, he wants to say, Y yo a ti, his silence means. You want to lean in, break the space between you, kiss him, end this conversation and force him to bring you inside. You meet his eyes again as your nails roam behind his ear. You know he would let you, but here, today, you don’t think this is what you want,

‘’ We are being honest here, right? ‘’ he whispers, like a secret being shared between you two. You nod softly,

‘’ Talk to me. Tell me. ‘’ The truth, he means, how you really feel about this, ‘’ I’ve got all night. ‘’

You know he means it. Chepe would stay in this car all night if you decided to, he can tell how different the moment has gotten. Twenty minutes ago you would have laughed to tears, reapplied your lipstick, and gotten out of the car. The facade that goes in the character you play. He is still not sure what changed, but it makes him want you to be honest with him, to be true to what you know. Goosebumps spreads across your arm, following the warmth of his palm,

‘’ I want it. ‘’ you begin, toes wiggling inside your heel, trying to keep your knee from bouncing, ‘’ When you say you want to introduce me as yours. ‘’

It takes all his being not to surge forward to take your face between his hands. Then let me, let me. Your breath comes out shaky when you exhale as if you had been holding it for the last minute,

‘’ I am being honest, ‘’ you reassured, he knows you are. You had had deep conversations with Chepe before, nights spent sitting on your balcony, smoking and talking about life and all the things in between. His past, yours. Colombia, New York. Your hand falls to his neck, gently stroking his stubble with your thumb. It’s rough and it’s keeping you grounded, in the car, with him,

‘’ I wouldn’t mind if you did. ‘’ you admit, ‘’ I’d let you. ‘’

You don’t feel weak for telling him like you thought you would. Chepe brings your palm to his mouth, kissing the skin softly. Saying anything else would ruin the moment, and you are thankful he stays silent again. You can hear the music inside, voices laughing and screaming behind the closed door, and you know it is time for you to go and join the crowd. Do what you came here to do in the first place.

You lean between the seats, the cup holder pushing painfully against your ribs, and your hand falls from his lips as you rest your head against his shoulder. His shirt is coarse on your cheek and his fingers soft when he intertwines them with yours. Your thumbnail traces shapes on the back of his hand while you speak again,

‘’ I don’t think I’ve ever been this anxious in my whole life. ‘’

‘’ I wouldn’t have brought you here if I didn’t think you were up for it. ‘’

You hmm, and he can feel the sound vibrate through his shoulder,

‘’ It’s what you do back home, but here. Your Spanish is great, you’ll fit right in, mija. ‘’ he reassures,‘’ I’ll take care of you. ‘’

He emphasizes the words by gently squeezing your joint hands. You know he will, he always does. You know lots of things about him and that lying, to you at least, is not something he would do. We are being honest here, right? You reluctantly let him go, motioning to him to go ahead, body pulling away, your hand sliding back to your thigh. As he gets out of the car, the lights illuminate the garage again. Bright, blinding. Your eyes follow him around the hood of the car until he reaches your door, pulling it open,

‘’ Let’s do some work now, hm? ‘’

He presents his hand to you, his heart skipping a beat when you accept it, pressing yours against his while your swing your legs to the side to get out.

One step after the other, your heels click on the cement as you walk towards the door that leads inside the house. Breathe, smile, shake hands, repeat. Chepe’s hand reaches blindly for you behind him, and you grab it, just like he expects you to do. Blood is pumping in your ears, so loud that it is almost overtaking the music around you. This is exactly where you want to be, precisely what you planned. Inhale with the nose, and exhale through the mouth. It doesn’t come as fast as you would’ve liked, but slowly, air fills up your lungs. It is a weird feeling, really, how after only a few breaths you can feel your body tingle, calm and lightheaded. Revigorated. All part of the facade.

Your smile doesn’t falter when you meet the first few people, low associates, executants. It is bright, all white teeth and red lipstick. They make no comment, no sarcastic remarks about Chepe’s hand on your back, you let him lower it, let it curve around your waist. His eyes burning and threatening enough that no one dares to look for too long.

Your cheeks hurt, jaw a bit sore from speaking Spanish for the past hour, but the wine feels good and bitter down your throat, helping make those meetings bearable. Chepe is beaming, all laughs and handshakes, like a true socialite, a fish in water. You enjoy watching him more than you do partake in this whole thing. It is different for him here, and you can tell. You thought you would have been the last one arriving at the house, and as much as Chepe shuts down any remarks about the time you spent in the garage and as much as you pretend not to understand what they imply, you know words have already spread in the villa. Staying civilized in this jungle is harder than you would have thought.

It happens merely minutes after Chepe excuses himself to fill up your drink, the shift in the room. How everyone stands taller, pushes their shoulders back, sobering up. Whoever supplier Chepe left you with does not have eyes for you anymore. Here they are. The lions.

You see Pacho first, in the corner of your eye. You can tell it is him, from his silk shirt to his waxed brown shoes, from Chepe’s stories, there is no doubt in your mind. You have to bite first, you think, use this fake confidence to your advantage, and make this meeting yours. Your new wannabe-gangster friend had already abandoned you the second they entered the room. You have no choice but to stand your ground and stay tall too.

You force a smile on your cheeks as you turn to him, charming and warm. Pain and Chepe’s absence be damned. Pacho’s smile mirrors your own, like an old friend, a deadly trap. You like him already, you decide, not so different from you, you can tell. Cunning. Smart.

Your glass of wine is quickly put back in your hands, splashing around in the cup, as your man pushes at the guests around you to meet Pacho’s embrace with a laugh. They exchange quickly in Spanish, how are you doing, how’s the weather over there ? You let them catch up, soaking in how easily the moment flows, perfectly happy to stand on the sideline.

Chepe half turns to you, still going on to Pacho about this plane story of his that you have been waiting for the punchline for a while now. His hand finds your waist, absently bringing you closer to the two of them.

‘’ Hermano, ‘’ he begins, ‘’ Let me introduce you. ‘’

You don’t know what burns more, his warm fingers pressing gently into your skin or how Pacho’s eyes catch him doing it. You had agreed to this, but still, stares and looking eyes make you feel uncomfortable. He leads, you remind yourself, he knows, let him.

‘’ This is Y/N, ‘’ Chepe smiles, chest puffed out, proud, ‘’ My favorite partner in crime. ‘’

Pacho’s eyes are back on you, not on Chepe, not on his hand on your back. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. The air feels lighter, your fingers regain color around your glass. You let yourself fall back slightly into Chepe’s embrace, putting some of your weight on him. You share some stories about Pacho’s favorite clubs in New York, how you have to change entry port from now on after the last DEA bust, and how the margins are still going up even though.

‘’ You want another? ‘’ Chepe leans towards you, softly speaking the words in your ear, nodding to your empty cup,

‘’ I’d love that. ‘’ you say back, turning, nose almost catching his, ‘’ Maybe white this time, please? ‘’

‘’ Por supuesto, reina. ‘’

You don’t miss how Pacho’s eyes flicker back for a second on Chepe as he leaves. Pacho clears his throat, looking at you over his whiskey,

‘’ So, ‘’ he starts, ‘’ Favorite partner, favorite reina. ‘’

You nod, sending a smile his way, playful, trying to keep it civilized,

‘’ I’m his favorite lie detector too. I’m never wrong.‘’

Pacho laughs, thank god. He holds out his hand to you, and you put yours in his, giving it a nice shake,

‘’ You take care of him good? ‘’

His hand is firm in yours, he makes no move to withdraw, standing there, a step closer now. You get it then, why his handshake is so strong, why his eyes are sharp and serious, menacing. Brotherhood.

‘’ I do. ‘’ you stand your ground, hand unmoving, arm strong and chin up, ‘’ As he does to me. ‘’

He lets go of your hand as he turns to discard his drink, switching it for two champagne glasses that he swiftly takes from a nearby waiter,

‘’ Good. Good.‘’

You watch him look around, almost bored, unimpressed by all the festivities. Pacho takes a sip first, nodding in approval before holding up the second flute toward you for you to grab,

‘’ You know what I think, Y/N? ‘’

He smiles at you, knowing, sincere. He toasts the rim of his glass against yours, making a stream of bubbles burst from the bottom,

‘’ I think you and I will do great things around here. ‘’

#chepe x reader #chepe santacruz x reader #narcos fanfiction #narcos imagine #narcos colombia imagine #narcos imagines #a trip to France and half a school year later #almost sold my kidney for this one #enjoy

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