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matrixbearer2024 · 2 months

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Party Games Aplenty

Vox x CollegeStudent!Reader

A/N: Just a funny little interlude where I get to the club rink aftermath with Reader lolol, also featuring a very chaotic Lucifer trying to play matchmaker- This is kind of like what I had mentioned in the past where Reader ends up playing some "kiss, marry, kill" lmao- I'm writing another interlude that comes directly after this with more fluffy stuff so you guys could probably look forward to that too hahahaha!

As the first rays of the morning filtered through the curtains, your eyes reluctantly fluttered open as the hangover finally hit you full force.

As fun as it was to overindulge in the festivities of the night before, you were starting to regret not being careful enough.

You forced yourself to sit up, biting back a groan when the room spun slightly.

How you even managed to return to the hotel, much less your own bed, was but a fuzzy memory.

But when you raised your hands to rub the sleep out of your eyes, you noticed the dark sleeves of a coat that didn't belong to you.

Wait...

Wasn't this Vox's blazer?

You didn't even get to wonder how it came into your possession before the smell of his cologne hit your nose.

It instantly took you back to last night, the first time you noticed the scent was when you had literally fallen on top of Vox because he'd lost his balance on his skates.

Then again when he'd stepped in close to check if you were okay after that exchange with a flirty drunkard.

It wasn't a fragrance you initially expected, minty with some hints of citrus to make a refreshing and crisp scent-

But honestly it was better than what you guessed which was just the smell of new computer parts-

A small blush worked onto your face as you reminisced the night before, your numbing migraine mostly an afterthought by this point.

Had he leant this to you...?

A small bashful smile appeared on your face, tugging the coat closer as you remembered the genuine charming smile that had gotten you so interested in the overlord in the first place.

Huh, maybe you should call him-

"Hello my dear! Any reason to be so smitten this early in the morning?"

"HOLY SHI-"

You were so busy fawning over Vox and his chivalry the night prior that you didn't notice Alastor suddenly pop up next to you on the bed.

So when the radio demon had suddenly mentioned something- you practically screamed.

Thank goodness you didn't fall off the bed this time, but boy did that give you a scare.

Also smitten? Bitch who's smitten it wasn't you-

"Huh-??? What the hell are you doing in my room?! It's too early for any of your games you old weirdo!"

"Hahaha! Oh I'm not here to play any games fawn! I merely came to fetch you at Charlie's request!"

You just rolled your eyes at the deer annoyed, rubbing at your eyes once more as you swung your legs over the edge of the mattress.

"Charlie's looking for me? Why?"

"Why don't you head downstairs and find out?"

You just glared at Alastor for giving you such a vague answer, to which he simply shrugged and grinned wider.

Cheeky old bastard.

You were too busy being irritated with the antique media overlord that by the time you'd come downstairs to meet with the rest of the group-

You actually missed the odd looks they gave you.

Not that you would've noticed anything anyway when your mind was preoccupied with the delectable aroma that wafted from the kitchen.

"Oooooh! Lucifer! You made pancakes?"

"Why not? I had some time and Charlie asked if I could."

"Can I have some?"

"Sure! Just help yourself!"

You skipped past Lucifer happily, grabbing a serving of pancakes before sitting down at the table with everyone else and digging in.

Still, you seemed to just happily munch away in your own world until Angel finally spoke up.

"Sooooo... wanna explain who's jacket that is toots?"

You almost choked on your food in surprise.

Only then did you realize the amused or curious gazes everyone else had on you.

No wonder Alastor didn't say or do anything else when you had just stomped out of your room.

That old fuck-!

"It's Vox's blazer, he just leant it to me."

You mumbled hastily, poking at your food and avoiding everyone's eyes.

This was... kinda embarrassing.

"Did he try to charm your pants off or something?"

"What? No! He's just a good friend- that's kind of it."

Lucifer let out a long whistle before he sat down next to you with a playful grin, using his magic to make the apron he was wearing disappear.

You were not quite as enthused as the king of hell.

"Hooooh boy, seems like someone got friendzoned!"

You just rolled your eyes at the king of hell, tipping his hat in retaliation so he had to fix it.

You getting friendzoned- as if.

"I don't really even remember what happened last night, who brought me back to the hotel?"

Vaggie raised an eyebrow at you, crossing her arms with an amused grin.

That made you just the teensiest bit concerned.

"Vox did, you were drunk out of you mind so he went ahead and took you back here."

"Hedidwhatnow-"

You thought it was either Angel or Charlie that would've taken your wasted self back to the hotel-

Not a specific flat-faced overlord.

Wouldn't he have just found your situation hilarious?

Well, maybe he did-

But that still didn't explain why he'd go through all of that effort to take care of you.

"Uh ohhhh, looks someone's hit by Cupid's arrow!"

"LUCIFER PLEASE-"

As the table erupted in laughter, you just stewed in embarrassed silence.

Vox was such an idiot-

You could've taken care of yourself.

And still you were more than giddy from his actions.

Geez.

This was so confusing...

Vox himself wasn't actually faring much better than you were.

Given that he freed up his weekend at your request-

He wasn't really doing anything this early in the day.

Instead, the overlord was just staring up at the ceiling trying to come to terms with the realization that slapped him in the face last night.

Was he really in love with you?

What if he was just mistaking this fondness?

After all, he never had this kind of... relationship with anyone.

He'd just been looking through your past conversations and pictures in an attempt to really make heads or tails of his feelings-

When his phone's ringtone suddenly blared out.

Vox fumbled with it from shock, only to get even more panicked when he realized it was you who was trying to call him.

Oh FUCK.

What was he even going to say to you after last night?!

He was absolutely not ready for this-

Eventually though, he'd managed to gather enough of his bearings to answer the call.

"Hey dollface, did you need anything?"

It was silent for a little bit and the overlord almost thought you'd just accidentally pressed the button.

Until he heard Lucifer's giggling from the other end.

What the fuck was the guy doing with your phone?!

"Wha- What are you doing with this phone?!"

"Oh calm down, we're just playing some truth or dare! This was just one of your dear (Y/N)'s!"

"Truth or dare?? This early in the day???"

"Angel's idea, she just agreed. But don't worry- there isn't any booze. You're welcome to join in if you drop by!"

Vox sighed in mild irritation, of course you'd agree to play this stupid game.

He glanced over at the digital clock by his bedside, it wasn't even noon.

"Hello? You still there TV man?"

"I'll be at the hotel in ten, don't let (Y/N) do anything stupid."

Lucifer only chuckled and tossed the phone back to you, waving off your queries when you had asked if Vox said anything.

It did strike you as peculiar when you were simply dared by him to hand over your phone unlocked, it was such a simple task.

Unlike the dares you'd been feeding the others-

Which were...

Hilarious to say the least.

Especially now that Vaggie had her long hair done up in such an obnoxious style and Husker was wearing a dress.

It would've made you feel bad if the situation just wasn't so funny.

"Vox?! Where are you going?!"

"I'll tell you later when I get back."

"Not like that you aren't!"

"What's wrong with my suit this time?!"

"If you're heading where I think you are, it's not dressed like that!"

Vox could only sigh in exasperation when Velvette ran after him, he hastily just threw on the outfit he was familiar with and practically bolted out the door.

Only, he didn't quite realize that in his haste- his bow tie wasn't so properly done and he'd even forgotten his hat.

The youngest Vee wanted to facepalm at the frenzied mess her colleague was at the moment, but instead flicked her hand to put immediately him into a better prepared outfit.

He still had his white long sleeved dress shirt but his coat had instead shifted into a button down vest with the same striped pattern, a necktie replaced his signature bow and his hat was now on his head as well.

The overlord's slacks had gone from black to a dark navy to complement his vest, his shoes remained unchanged.

Vox just looked down at himself confused, he looked even dressier than usual?

"There, you'll still look sharp even if you completely lose it!"

He decided not to say anything in reply, his mind blitzing about way too many things at once to properly retort.

The overlord waved back to acknowledge Velvette before quickly rushing out the doors, swiftly travelling through some wires to get to the hotel.

By the time he had arrived, you were about to chug a beverage that even Vox couldn't recognize.

Hastily making his way towards you in a zap of blue electricity, he plucked the glass out of your hand and just gave you his signature grin.

He didn't know, but you'd noticed his expression shifted from worry to that trademark smile.

Not that you would even be able to mention it, being shocked from his sudden arrival and all.

Vox took a wiff of the concoction and immediately cringed, it was like someone had mixed up every kind of alcohol into one drink.

Ew.

"Playing party games without inviting me? That's kinda cruel dollface."

Everyone aside from a certain king of hell seemed shocked at the arrival of your flatscreened friend.

Your eyebrows furrowed for a moment as you looked at Vox, just how did he know about what you were doing?

The overlord merely shot you a curious smile, even he had no idea why you were looking at him like he was a puzzle to be solved.

It took no less than a minute for the pieces to fall into place, then the whole situation finally made sense to you.

"Lucifer you fucking snitch!"

"Eh? What are you talking about (Y/N)? I didn't do anything!"

All eyes were suddenly on the king of hell, and Vox couldn't help but start to feel confused.

Was he really baited into arriving?

Not to mention he actually fell for it.

Did he really just get played?!

"That's why you wanted my phone earlier! Why you little-"

"Well, you know what they say- the more the merrier!"

Vox just shook his head in disbelief as he watched you practically chase Lucifer all around the hotel lobby.

And to think he'd worked himself up into a near panic because he was unsure of the messes you'd get into playing Truth or Dare.

He looked back at the glass in his hand, swirling the beverage with a raised eyebrow.

"I wouldn't drink that if I were you."

"I could gather as much from the smell, but thanks for the warning. What's in this anyway?"

"Every kind of booze that the bar has to offer, it'll probably get anyone tipsy."

"And you guys dared (Y/N) to drink this???"

Husker just casually shrugged at the technology overlord's response.

Vox didn't even bother to question why the feline was wearing a stupidly poofy dress either-

"They took up the dare, you'd honestly come in at just the right moment."

The overlord just rolled his eyes, his timing was... kind of spot on.

Well, when has it not been?

He was just minding his own business conversing with the hotel's resident bartender when a random pillow was suddenly thrown at his face, hitting his screen with a light 'paff'-

"Sorry Vox!"

You looked at him apologetically, twiddling your fingers as he just shook his head again.

So you were the culprit.

Vox couldn't help but just chuckle at your meekness, this chaos wasn't anything new to him.

Though you just giggled when he shot you an amused smile, the others in the room totally missing it when Angel suggested they play another game.

"Come on! Let's play some two truths and a lie! That's a lotta fun!"

"Dude, you're just going to lie about everything."

"Whaaaat? No I'm not!"

"I don't see why not."

All eyes were immediately on Vox, surprised he'd even entertain such a menial thing.

He simply shrugged, moving away from the bar to stand next to you.

You just looked up at him with wide eyes, he's willing to play a game like this-?

With all of you??

"It's just a game, nothing to get too worked up about."

Lucifer audibly snickered at his words, causing the technology overlord to fling a pillow in his general direction.

Of course the fallen angel simply dodged it-

Sure-

It was a little hypocritical considering how he reacted to learning that you were playing truth or dare-

But that didn't really need to be said.

After a few rounds of the game however, Vox was slowly starting to regret agreeing.

Especially when it had basically turned into a QnA directed at him.

The only thing that gave him even an ounce of respite was the fact you could answer some of the questions.

You really knew him well.

"So you can seriously just display anything on your face?"

"Emotes, pictures, videos, games, you name it. Anything digital I probably could."

"I actually wonder what would happen if I plugged an actual console into your head-"

"Doll, as much as I let you get away with things- that's where I draw the line."

Given that you were all just sitting around the lobby, you leaning on Vox wasn't all that surprising.

It felt natural for the both of you, comfortable even.

"Awwww come on? Why not? Let me play Mario kart on your face-"

"Hard pass dollface, hard pass."

That question caused the both of you to fall back into your typical banter, nearly forgetting everyone else was still there until Lucifer spoke up.

"Fine fine, we get it- you both know each other well. Let's play something more interesting! So (Y/N), kiss, marry, kill anyone in this room?"

"We're shifting games now?"

"Eh?! Why me?!"

"Why not?"

You couldn't form a retort to that, giving your techy friend an annoyed side-eye when he couldn't stop snickering.

"Well fine! I'm definitely killing Alastor-"

You had to elbow Vox when he started openly laughing, you didn't even say that just to echo your buddy.

You really just found Alastor ridiculously creepy.

"I'm not saying that for you Samsung, the old geezer is just way too annoying and creepy!"

That comment just made the overlord laugh harder, and you couldn't help but roll your eyes at his antics.

"Anyway- kiss... Angel probably? He's got experience so I probably wouldn't regret it."

"Well ya ain't wrong toots."

The spider proudly said, causing you to shake your head and wave him off.

You didn't mean to feed the guy's ego, but you honestly probably just did.

"And marry Vox. That's a no brainer."

"Wait what-"

Vox hadn't been paying attention to the conversation much, instead just stealing glances at you that kind of went unnoticed.

So when you said "marry" and then his name in tandem, his brain kind of just froze.

"Yeah, you take care and watch over me- plus you're like my best friend- so if I had to I'd just pick you."

The overlord didn't know whether he wanted to smile or just blank.

Was that a friendzone???

What literally just happened-

"Plus you're rich, so like- I could literally live in luxury-"

"You can be kind of a bitch you know that?"

"Ha! Takes one to know one!"

"Why you little-!"

"Awwww you loooooooove meeeeeee!"

Vox couldn't even fire back at that, just crossing his arms and huffing as you devolved into a laughing fit at his expense.

And it wasn't like he could stay annoyed with you either, even if you really liked pushing his buttons in every which way possible.

All he could do was smile and grab a nearby couch cushion to playfully hit you with it.

"Naaaaah! As if, keep dreaming dollface!"

Oh if only you knew how true your words were.

#vox x reader #hazbin hotel #vox #hazbin hotel vox #get off my screen series #vox x you #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin vox #hazbin vox x reader #hazbin hotel vox x reader

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verahella · 5 months

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♡ 𝐃𝐎𝐆𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 — 𝐅. 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈 ♡

megumi would cross oceans, move mountains, hang the stars up and even throw gojo satoru off a cliff for you. (that last one was not related to him personally whatsoever).

so when you asked him to look after your dog while you were away on a business trip, he agreed easily. after all, he had a divine dog and they were practically the same, right?

wrong.

turns out your dog was just as charmingly conniving as you. but instead of trying to steal kisses like it’s owner did, it had resorted to annoying megumi to the brink of insanity.

he had fed it, took it out on a walk, gave it toys that were now chewed up and spat out, yet all of it was for naught. he even summoned his shikigami since he suspected your dog was lonely and the furry little thing stared at it like it was a traitor.

as he lay on the couch, exhausted from the eventful day and considering hiring an actual dogsitter, your voice popped up in his head. “give him a shower if he’s restless. he likes those.”

and so there crouched megumi on the floor of your bathroom at almost midnight, your dog restrained to the bathtub after much convincing and manhandling.

“do you ever shut up?” he grumbled, searching through the cabinets for shampoo. he found a whole lot of rubbish—he was going to have to help you clean once you returned—but no dog shampoo. a pink bottle caught his attention and he opened it, praying with every last bit of his thinning patience that he wouldn't have to go to a dog salon.

the scent of lavender and citrus filled the air. megumi recognised it as the perfume you use and though disappointment flooded him, he couldn't help but soften at the familiar smell. and so did your dog, it seemed, as it jumped out the tub and ran towards the smell, barking loudly.

“what--” megumi watched as his vessel of torture for the whole day turned silent, curling around the plastic bottle protectively and chewing it.

oh.

the smell.

“so you just missed your owner, hm?” he reached out, scratching the dog’s ear. it didn't turn to bite him. it really did miss you, he mused. he couldn't blame the dog; your presence absent by his side felt wrong to him too.

megumi sighed, taking away the bottle before it’s teeth started to leave dents in it. “how about i call them before dinner? and in turn, you don't cause any more trouble and cause your neighbours to kick us out.”

the dog stared at him blankly before hopping back into the tub.

“i’ll take that as a yes.” he muttered, turning on the tap.

turns out, your beloved dog did keep his promise and so did megumi. and you got a new lock screen of your two favourite boys (who then onwards managed to get along well), curled up on the couch fast asleep.

#megumi x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #megumi fushiguro #megumi fushiguro x reader #yes I know I’m amazing at titles #can u tell i don’t like dogs

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star-writes-sometimes · 1 year

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blue christmas

dad!tangerine x mum!reader

words: 1.8k

cw: angst to fluff, tangerine is a huge softie

a/n: readers nickname is cherry and they call their daughter peach idk if its a nickname or her real name you decide

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you were going to kill him.

tangerine had said that he would be gone for two days and that he would be completely safe. one last job before the holidays.

the job ended up being more difficult than anticipated so now here he was on his way back two days later than he originally said, covered with cuts and bruises. lemon was in the passenger seat of the car with his left hand bandaged up.

“she’s going to kill you.”

“believe me i am well aware.” tangerine gripped the steering wheel tighter making his knuckles turn white.

it was close to midnight when they finally pulled up at the house. some lights were still on inside, so he knew you were still awake. lemon reached back with his good arm to grab his bag.

tangerine got out first and walked up to the door with lemon following slightly behind him. he unlocked the door and carefully entered taking off his coat, hanging it on the rack and slipping off his shoes. lemon copied his actions to the best of his ability with one arm and dropped his bag on the floor.

the pair entered the living room and the sight that greets them makes tangerine’s guilt double. you were sitting on the couch with your daughter asleep on your lap, her face illuminated by the television playing the end of nightmare before christmas. she was bundled inside a throw blanket decorated with citrus fruits that lemon got her for her birthday.

when he entered the room you simply glanced in his direction not even bothering to look at him properly before you turned your attention back to the movie ignoring him completely.

“hi, love.” he tried, looking between his sleeping daughter holding onto your christmas sweater and you running your fingers through her hair. lemon stood beside him shifting around anxiously.

you continued to ignore them instead focusing on the girl snoring lightly on your lap. lemon and tangerine glanced at each. lemon made a motion for tangerine to walk over so he carefully walked towards you until he got in front of you.

he glanced back at lemon who just shrugged. tangerine knelt down and smiled at his daughter before trying to meet your eye. you refused to look at him keeping your gaze firmly on your daughter.

“i’m sorry.” tangerine said softly in that voice he only used with you. you stopped ranking your fingers through your daughter’s hair, “i’m so so sorry darling.”

you finally looked up at him and immediately started frowning at the cuts on his cheek and hairline. “what happened?” you asked.

he smiled, “job went to shit.” he looked down at the sleeping girl, “i missed you both.”

“she missed you.” you stroked the curve of her nose, “but don’t wake her, she hasn’t been sleeping well.” you grabbed a pillow from the middle of the couch and slowly slid her off your lap and onto the pillow instead. you stood up and brushed past him heading straight for the kitchen where you kept the first aid equipment for when the boys came home injured.

“hey cherry.” lemon said quietly giving a small wave with his injured hand.

you didn’t respond and instead started pulling out the equipment, “who’s got what injuries?”

“i uh fractured my thumb.” lemon said sheepishly. you motioned for him to sit on one of the kitchen barstools at your kitchen island. you inspected the shoddy bandaging job someone (probably tangerine) did and started unwrapping it to see his thumb properly.

“yeah it’s definitely fractured.” you grabbed some of the heavier duty bandages and started wrapping his thumb properly, “any other injuries i should know about?”

“no.” lemon watched you finish look after his thumb, “thank you.”

“of course.” you’d always take care of them no matter how much they pissed you off. you looked up at lemon and saw how exhausted he looked, “go get some sleep.”

he nods slightly, “yeah goodnight cherry.”

“‘night lemon.” you throw away the old used bandages. you could feel tangerine behind you watching without having to turn around, “what about you?”

“i’m sorry.”

“yeah, you said that. sit.” you said firmly. he listened and sat in the same seat lemon did. “what about you?” you hand came up to the cut on his cheek and traced over it lightly.

“just the cuts and some bruised ribs.” he knew better than to lie as much as he didn’t want to worry you, “i’m fine sweetheart.”

you pulled out some alcohol wipes and small band aids and started cleaning the cuts on his face. “you said you’d be gone two days.”

“i know-”

“you said you’d be safe.”

“i know love-”

“what was i meant to say to peach?”

he flinched slightly and you couldn’t tell if it was your words or the alcohol wipes you were rubbing over the cut on his hairline. he glanced over to peach, still asleep on the couch. “i’m so sorry.”

you went back to ignoring him and instead started to unbutton his vest and shirt to get a look at his ribs. once his shirt was open you saw the red and purple bruises on his left side and winced slightly at the sight. you moved to the freezer to grab an ice pack. you wrapped it in a tea towel and gave it to him wordlessly to hold on to his ribs while you moved to grab him a glass of water and painkillers.

once he had taken the medication and was firmly holding the ice pack to his ribs you finally looked him in the eyes. “you promised.”

“i know i know i’m so sorry love.” he apologised so sincerely you almost forgave him, but you weren’t giving up that easily.

“i was worried. so was peach, she didn’t sleep at all last night and neither could i.” you started tearing up, the stress of the last few days had finally caught up, “you could’ve been dead for all i knew-” tangerine cut you off by standing up and pulling you into a hug.

you wrapped your arms around his neck and held him close, being careful around his ribs. he held you tightly and you two just stood together. “i missed you so much.”

“i missed you too.” you leaned back slightly and reached up to hold his face, “no more jobs for a month.”

“three months,” he whispered back and leaned down to kiss you.

the kiss started off soft but slowly turned deep and passionate. he kissed you like he hadn’t seen you in year - it felt like he hadn’t. his hands slipped down from your waist to your hips pulling you impossibly closer to him and deepening the kiss.

you pulled away much too soon in tangerines opinion.

“are you okay? no other injuries?” worry filled your eyes as you scanned him from head to toe.

“stop doing that, i’m fine, i’m back with you.” he smiled.

you leant up to peck his lips again before moving to pack away the first aid equipment. he watched you closely seemingly making up for not seeing you for half week. as soon as everything was packed away you reached up to his neck and pulled him into another kiss.

“can we go to bed? please?”

he didn’t respond, he just picked you up, holding you onto his good side and started walking towards your shared bedroom, ignoring your small protests. once he reached the foot of your bed, he put you down gently onto the bed and started taking off his pants before joining you.

he laid down next to you and pulled you close, he held you tightly and ran his arm up and down your side while he placed small kisses on your forehead, “i’m sorry.”

“if you apologise one more time i’ll bruise the rest of your ribs.” you looked up at him with a playful glare.

“okay love, i’ll stop.” he grinned into your hair, knowing you had forgiven him at least for now.

—

tangerine woke up first and gazed down at your sleeping figure. he shifted so one of his arms was free to brush stray hairs out of your face. he moved his hand to stroke your cheek and smiled at your soft snores.

his focus was interrupted by small footsteps entering the room.

“dad?” peach asked, she had the blanket she slept with wrapped around her shoulders.

“hi baby.” he sits up slightly and smiles at his daughter.

at the conformation that he was really there and she wasn’t imagining it she dropped her blanket and ran to climb up the bed and launch herself into his arms. “you’re back.”

“yeah, sweetheart i’m here.” he sat up completely and pulled her into his lap and hugged her close. she held onto him by his neck and squeezed tightly. they sat like that for a few moments before peach mumbled something into his neck that he couldn’t make out. “what’s that dear?”

“are you leaving again?” she asked quietly and just like that all the guilt he felt last night came rushing back.

“no, peach i’m not leaving. i promise.” he kissed her cheek and adjusted her in his lap, so her side was against his chest and she was facing you. “i missed you and mum so much.”

“we missed you too.” peach lent into his chest.

you had started to wake up and caught the end of their conversation and were grinning up at your family. “good morning.”

they both turned to look at you. “good morning mum.” peach chirped happily.

you sat up and tangerine threw his free arm over your shoulder and pulled you close, “good morning darling.” he gave you a quick kiss knowing how grossed out peach got at your affection, “can i apologise one more time without the risk of dv?”

you roll your eyes, “fine. last one though.”

he kissed your temple, “i am so sorry, to both of you and i will spend the rest of holidays making it up to you.” he kissed peach on the cheek, “what do you want to do today?”

“we are making cookies today.” peach said firmly.

“really?” tangerine raised an eyebrow.

“yeah, it’s christmas eve we have to make cookies for santa.”

“can i make you both breakfast first?”

she dramatically tapped her chin in thought, “hmmm okay but you have to make chocolate chip pancakes.”

“of course anything for my princess.” he kissed her hand, “and of course my queen.” he turned and kissed your hand too then stood up taking peach with him and started carrying her out of the room, “okay pancakes anything else?”

“fruit.” peach replied.

tangerine snorted at that, “fruit? like peaches, cherries, tangerines and lemons.”

“yeah, the best fruits!” she squealed.

they disappeared down the hallway and out of earshot, presumably still discussing breakfast, leaving you to relax in bed for a few minutes longer.

you could kill him next christmas instead.

#tangerine x reader #tangerine x fem!reader #bullet train #bullet train x reader #tangerine x you #bullet train x you #dad!tangerine #bullet train 2022 #tangerine bullet train #tangerine

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acrossthewavesoftime · 3 months

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Tumblr Dashboard Simulator: 1670s/1680s English Court

🐶 merry-monarch

#monday motivation #motivational quote #there are indeed good thyngs and bad in this countrie #the good: women #the bad: PARLEMENT

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💖 mary-clorine

I have two husbands, and that causes me much trouble and torment of the soul, for I may be with childe by one, and have thus given horns to th'other, who is also a lady, and we have been married first. Now she won't writ to me as we did as girles, and my lawfull husband, I have not yett told, for my condition is not certain yet. I cannot talk in honesty whith one, and with the other husband, neither.

'Tis awkward to speak of this, but if not to your friends online, to whom can one talk of such troubles?

#personal #might remove later #aurelia I miss you

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🤴dukeofm

There are thyngs the governement, the Kinge in particular, do not wish you to know about: the Royall Successioun is all made false, for instead of the D. of Yorke, the True Heir to H. M. the Kinge shoud be the Duke of Monmouth, for he was lawfully begot by the Kinge, then married in secret to the late Lucy Walter, and must therefore be accepted as Prince before his uncle the D. of Yorke, who is a Catholick.

All ye good people should speak up against this injustice! If you cannot pledge your life (if there be a fight), or some shillings to the cause, you may help it greatly alreadie by re-bloggying, and bringing this mater to greater awareness!

#sociall justice #awareness #politick

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🎀 prettywittynell

@merry-monarch had me painted! For more content like this, and to vote which painter shoud doe me (haha!) next, please visit my OnlieFriendes account!!!

#lely #girlboss #hotter than madam carwell!! ;)))

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🍊 je-maintiendrai

Hans Willem et moy!

Vouz pouves nous voir en visitant Stichting Kasteel Amerongen, ou icy, en-ligne (un grand mercy au Nederlands Instituut voor Kunstgeschiedenis): https://rkd.nl/images/126807

#meilleur amy #boy best friends #louis n'a pas d'amy si proche que j'ay

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👑 catholic-guilty666

Why cannot a man haue normall nepheues. One, @je-maintiendrai, is nigh a Puritan in his Protestant fervour, and th'other dispreads falsehoods about the monarcky (and the Roman Church).

I reported the other one, @dukeofm for his libel, in hopes he shall be deactivated, alas th'other I can but block, and not banished from this place. I also hope my daughter the Princess shall divorce him speedilye.

Tonight, I hope to forgett all about this vexing bussinesse by thinking on going a-stag hunting tomorrow with H. M. my brothere, the King.

#vent #vent post #callout post

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🇮🇹modenamarie

#poll #nicknames #mary

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💃 annieannieannie

3. The feeling One experiences when One findes out, that one's weird uncle hath a Tumblr-accountt, too 💀💀💀

do not follow him

#i thought 'twas my bad eyes but what i was seeing was real #the family #non followeres do not interact

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#history humour #unreality #fake tumblr post #for true immersion you can vote in maria beatrice's poll!#17th century #the stuarts #charles ii #mary ii #nell gwynn #william iii #william of orange #james duke of monmouth #james ii #mary of modena #queen anne #british history

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upsidedownwithsteve · 11 months

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Ok for the smutty blurbs, I need a “needy Steve” maybe he’s been apart from the reader for too long but when they first see each other they have to get through a family dinner first so it just drags it out that little bit longer and the boy is desperate… but in the sweetest way. Lots of kisses and nose nudges 🫠🫶🏻

18+

It had been just over two weeks since you’d seen Steve, the last kiss shared on your driveway, chaste and parent appropriate before you drove off with your family, heading for a reluctant vacation in Palm Springs.

You’d spent most of your time by the pool, head hidden in a book, skin warmed by the sun and your thoughts completely occupied by the boy you’d left behind. It would’ve been pathetic if you hadn’t returned to be greeted by your boyfriend who’d clearly missed you just as much.

Steve had been at your front door before you had managed to get your suitcase up the stairs, a grin on his lips that made his face light up, eyes bright and trained on you even when your father opened the door.

He was half forced into an impromptu dinner with your parents, pizza boxes stacked on the kitchen island that everyone picked at as he politely as your mother how she enjoyed California, and did your dad get a chance to play much golf?

It was hard to keep up with the conversation, to follow the topic when all you could do was watch the way Steve’s lips moved when he spoke, how he licked over them after every sip of lemonade, how you knew he’d taste like citrus and mint when you finally got him alone. And he stared at you across the kitchen like he knew, like he was just as desperate to get his hands on you as were, like he knew how much you’d missed him, like he was intent on proving that he’d missed you even more.

But he was too polite, offering to do the dishes for your mom as she fawned over him, chattering about lasagna recipes and could he ask his friend Eddie to look at her car exhaust?

Maybe it was only twenty minutes, maybe it was an hour. But it felt like another two weeks before your parents left to visit the neighbours for some wine, before you were able to drag your boyfriend up your staircase, feet tripping over each other as you barrelled into your bedroom.

The bed bounced as you fell onto it, cool sheets crushed underneath overheated skin, Steve immediately holding himself over you so he didn’t squish you. But you spread your legs for him, urged him into the cradle of your hips so he could rock down into you, rolling and grinding just to show you how hard he was.

Desperate, needy, on edge.

“Babe, baby,” Steve whispered, cheeks all pink and lashes fluttering. He looked dizzy as he gazed down at you, lips catching yours in a kiss that was achingly soft. “Missed you, shit, y’got no idea. Need you so fuckin’ much.”

You wanted to tell him that you did know, that you missed him the same, maybe more. But Steve ducked his face to yours, nose nudging against your own in a gesture that was awfully sweet. You breath hitched, cheeks warming at the touch, chin tilting up in search for another kiss.

“Steve, please.”

It went on like that, clothes shed with an urgency you hadn’t experienced before, shorts on the floor, bra hanging from the bedpost, Steve’s shirt lost to the mess of your half unpacked suitcase. His hands were everywhere, all consuming in the best way, rough and warm and running up and down your ribs before they were spreading your thighs and teasing at your folds.

He hissed and swore at the slick he found, the warm wetness that made his eyes roll back. He played with you until you were whining, glassy eyed and gasping at the way Steve couldn’t stop his cock nudging up against your hip, leaking and too hard, the roll of skin on skin making his breath come in short pants.

It was easy to give him what he wanted, easy to pull him back into your arms and wind your hands into his hair as he slid into you. And just for a moment, the desperation stilled, just for a little while. The wet, hot heat of you making Steve sigh, the stretch of his cock making you keen. He found you again, his nose nuzzling against yours, the smile on his face lazy and soft, the rock of his hips against yours sending electricity up and down your spine.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader smut #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington drabble #steve harrington one shot #steve baby blurb

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mistydeyes · 10 months

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perfumes i think the 141 boys enjoy

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summary: Scent is one of the most powerful senses, so what kind of fragrance do the 141 boys + Alejandro like on their significant other?

pairing: 141 x Reader

warnings: none

a/n - i also work for a perfume company so I've had a couple of ideas about what scents the boys like :)

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price - loves expensive, smokey scents on anyone. imagine the scents of a fresh cigar-that's what price wants in a fragrance. notes like pepper, leather, tobacco, cedar wood, and iris will make him crumble.

masculine

oud wood - tom ford notes: oud wood, sandalwood, chinese pepper

osmanthe kodoshan - maison crivelli notes: leather, tobacco, sichuan pepper, apricot, peach

functional fragrance - the nue co. notes: cardamom, iris, palo santo, cilantro

unisex

hinoki fantôme - boy smells notes: tobacco leaves, oak moss, and smoked leather

jazz club - maison marigela notes: pink pepper, rum, tobacco

lumière d’iris - veronique gabai notes: rose, iris, cedarwood, amber

feminine

baccarat rouge 540 - maison francis kurkdjia notes: jasmine, ambergris, saffron, cedar wood

cuir béluga - guerlain notes: leather, powder, vanilla

platinum 22 - floris london notes: rose, violet leaf, blackcurrant, oat, black tea

soap - woodsy, floral scents are soap's surprising pick. it brings back memories of the scottish countryside, adventuring in the woods and smelling the fresh flowers his mam had. notice notes of herbs (sage, rosemary, mint), lavender, and violet.

masculine

sauvage - dior notes: pepper, amberwood, bergamot, powder

h24 - hermès notes: clary sage, narcissus, rosewood

new york wall street - bond no.9 notes: sea kale, cucumber, lavender, ambergris, vetiver

unisex

voodoo chile - dries van noten notes: rosemary, patchouli, hemp

libre - yves saint laurent notes: lavender, musk

dirty grass - heretic notes: black pepper, lemon, hemp, violet

feminine

melancholy thistle - jo malone london notes: thistle, english ivy, cool wood

portrait of a lady - frédéric malle notes: frankincense, black currant, raspberry, patchouli

la tulipe - byredo notes: tulips, cyclamen, fressia, rhubarb

gaz - FLORAL CITRUS will make this man fall in love with you. it reminds him of a warm summer day sitting in the grass and smelling flowers. look for summery fragrances with notes of citrus, lemon, sage, and fresh herbs.

masculine

bleu de chanel - chanel notes: citrus, labdanum, sandalwood, cedar

polo black - ralph lauren notes: iced mango, lemon, tangerine, sandalwood, sage, patchouli

l'homme - yves saint laurent notes: bergamot, ginger, cedar wood, vetiver

unisex

cactus garden - louis vuitton notes: maté, bergamot, lemongrass

velvet cypress - dolce & gabbana notes: pine, lemon zest, bergamot, clary sage

eau de campagne - sisley notes: grass, citrus, herbs, jasmine, lily of the valley

feminine

brazilian crush cheirosa 62 - sol de janeiro notes: pistachio, almond, sandalwood, heliotrope, jasmine

her blossom - burberry notes: mandarin, plum blossom, sandalwood

flora gorgeous jasmine - gucci notes: mandarin, jasmine, magnolia, sandalwood

ghost - likes a light, musky scent! he loves when a scent adds to a person's natural smell (he hates sugary, gourmand scents). ingredients like musk, ambrox, pepper, sandalwood catch his eye as he pictures fresh sheets and a rainfall in a forest.

masculine

geranium pour monsieur - frédéric malle notes: mint, aniseed, sandalwood, geranium, frankincense

atlantis - blu atlas notes: orris, oak moss, violet, musk, ambrette seed

gentleman - givenchy notes: pear, lavender, patchouli

unisex

glossier you - glossier notes: pink pepper, iris, ambrette seeds, ambrox

not a perfume - juliette has a gun notes: ambergris

santal 33 - le labo notes: violet cardamom, cedar wood, iris, ambrox

feminine

missing person - phlur notes: musk, bergamot, jasmine, neroli, sandalwood

golden nectar - nest notes: florals, orchid, amber, musk

apollonia - xerjoff notes: white floral, orris butter, white musk

extra! alejandro - if ghost likes it simple and light, then alejandro is the exact opposite. he loves when he can smell someone's fragrance across the room. focus on bold fragrances with spicy notes of nutmeg, myrrh, and rum that is mixed with the gourmand of vanilla, almond, and tonka bean.

masculine

the last day of summer - gucci notes: cedarwood, cypress, nutmeg, patchouli, vetiver

bibliothèque - byredo notes: peach, peony, violet, leather, patchouli, vanilla

london myrrh & tonka - jo malone notes: almond, vanilla, myrrh, lavender, honey

unisex

tobacco vanille - tom ford notes: tonka bean, vanilla. cacao

dark rum - malin + goetz notes: anise, plum, leather, rum, patchouli, amber

tao dao - diptyque notes: sandalwood, cedar, cypress, myrte

feminine

lost cherry - tom ford notes: black cherry, tonka bean, almond

brazil aroma - costa notes: white jungle flora, orange oil, pink pepper, bourbon, vetiver, patchouli

babylon - penhaligon's notes: saffron, nutmeg, coriander, cedar wood, vanilla, cypriol

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neopuppy · 2 years

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Koi No Yokan (M)

Preview: “Gross Dad, why are you staring at my teacher like that?” Moon mimics a gagging sound of disgust. Latching onto the end of her fathers leather sleeve with a forceful tug. Having to distribute her weight around to make a small budge at the thick jacket. Inching down only a centimeter on her dads broad shoulders.

The Alpha sporting a languorous smile blinks sheepishly. Patting the top of her tangled hair to steer attention off his favorite piece of clothing. His fingers caught up in the results from an intense game of tag at lunch. “What do you mean by that pup?”

“You’re looking at her exactly like you used to stare at mom.” Moon broadcasts, swatting his hand away from her tender scalp.

“Moon!”

“Dad!”

Pairing: dilf alpha Jeno x female omega reader

Word Count: 8k+

Genre: modern a/b/o AU, single dad Jeno, pwp, fluff, some crack, M/F, good boy bad boy Jeno, one shot

Smut Warning: oral(F receiving), fingering, mild corruption kink, blind folding, slick, squirting, knotting, crying

a/n: Jeno day💘🥳

Snacktime carries the scent of crisp citrus today. Orchestrated with eruptions of giggles and the telltale ‘yucky!’ as tangerine juices create a mess of the children’s snack area. Each pup knew better than to eat with hands full of paint by now.

All except for one.

Moon Lee’s cheeks were smeared with black watercolors in less than a minute's time. Reactivated by the sticky fruit juice forming stains all over her chin and cheeks. She chomped away mindlessly, filling her mouth up with the delicious treat. A disastrous vision explaining why non-toxic paints were more of a need than preference.

“Moon, why do we have hand washing stations short enough for student’s to reach if you won’t utilize them?” You can’t help but smile. Attempting to wipe away the mess from her cheeks with a dampened cloth. Earning a grimace from your student continuously chewing on her afternoon snack.

“My dad says it’s a waste of time since we just get dirty again after eating!” Moon announces with pride.

Well that is just terrible advice.

“Let’s get you cleaned up so the other kids can begin their duties alright?” You direct her to follow you over to the washing area. Crawling on your knees to stay by her side. Thank Goddess for foam mats spread across the floors to avoid any injuries.

“What’s your assigned role today Moon?” You ask, pumping some antibacterial soap in her held out hands. Checking the temperature of the water before her small bubbled fingers glide through.

“Art class.” she grumbles, throwing a stare across the room where one of the tables is covered in different supplies of paper, markers, and paint.

“Ah well, I suppose you will need to wash your hands again after that.”

Moon’s eyes widen, clearly struck with a thought. She smiles proudly showing off a top row of missing teeth. “I doubt it!”

Without drying off her hands, she shakes them off before hopping away. Leaving you with a confused expression.

“Days almost over.” Taeyong enters your classroom. Extending an arm out to help you stand up. The two of you make way to the front as your class follows their duty to begin cleaning before heading home.

Your spine cracks, stretching after chasing groups of toddlers around. Groaning with the realization that it’s only Tuesday.

“Yet I feel as if the day has just begun.” You whine. Leaning into Taeyong’s arm. “These kids can be more than a handful sometimes.”

“That one in particular is a rambunctious little one isn’t she.” Your coworker Taeyong rests against the podium at the front of your class. Nudging you off his dainty frame to do the same. Chin perched in hand watching as Moon directs 3 boys to clean up the art supplies she’d been assigned to organize today. “Has the scent of future Alpha all over her.”

“I’ve skimmed through her files, I mean, I had to after that incident when she pantsed Sunwoo right before I turned the lights back on at the end of naptime.” You recall, having stressed about the situation to Taeyong at the time. Moon had been too clever for her young age, she acted innocent as ever even after her classmate was adamant to accuse her. There was no way to prove her to be the culprit with the lights dimmed after all.

“Sunwoo’s the one she’s hovering behind right now right?” Taeyong notes, tipping his frames lower on the bridge of his nose. “Omega energy that boy has.”

“I think she may have a little tiny crush on him.” You settle closer to whisper. “He’s sort of become her lacky since that day. Moon never completes her daily tasks alone anymore. She’s a bit too cunning and witty already.”

“Why do you think that is? How can a five year old with an iphone already know how to outsmart an adult?” Taeyong wonders. Observing the way Moon cracks her metaphorical whip to order the boys around.

“Well, she is raised in a single-parent household.” You make sure to whisper, tapping the tip of your pen on the wooden podium. “She’s actually a year older than the rest of her schoolmates. Her Alpha father started her late, I couldn’t find the reason.”

“Raised by a single Alpha?” Taeyong repeats. Smirking as Moon stomps her foot angrily over construction paper stacked in a choppy manner. Her small finger directs two boys, scoffing a ‘Do I have to do everything myself?’.

“Yeah, that explains it.”

“Should I intervene?“ you ask. Calming when Sunwoo returns to straighten out the construction paper cubby, hiding a dimpled smile from Moon’s eyesight.

“No one stops principal Jung from ordering me around to pick up his coffee. I’m a first grade teacher and a food delivery driver.” Taeyong mutters sarcastically. “Life’s tough, she’s just preparing Sunwoo for the future.”

Moon was sure about one thing. Completely unscathed by any of the mess, her hands remained clean.

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“Teacher, my dad’s not here!” Moon tugs at your wrist gazing up with big worried eyes. Drawing you to lower yourself closer to her short stature.

“If he doesn’t show up within the next five minutes, I’ll call him up. How about that?” You reassure. Fixing the stray baby hairs that have been blown onto her cheeks from standing outside for too long.

Moon sulks, tapping the iphone screen clutched in her much too small hand. Noticing she has an even newer version than you, as well as no cracks on the screen.

“If dad’s running late, he always texts me!” She glowers. “He knows I have drum practice today!”

“Why don’t you call him up. I’ll wait here wi—“

A rumbling much too loud engine disrupts your speech. The sleek black motorcycle it comes from rips through the courtyard. Speeding past the playground closer to the entrance where you wait.

“Oh my goodness, Moon!” Panicking, you drop down to your knees, ready to shield the child with your body.

“Dad!!” Moon bounces free from your arms without hesitation. Having to grab a hold onto the concrete ground to not lose your balance and faceplant.

“Moon be careful!” You stand up quickly to chase after her, dusting your hands off on your thighs. The small girl skips up to the motorcycle, long hair lively around her head as she does with each step.

“Dad!” Moon shouts again to be heard over the loud engine. Folding her arms over her chest sternly. The man above her locking the bike in place. Shutting off the motorcycle, silence returning for the time being.

“Why are you late!” Moon scolds. The man above her steps over the bike. Helmet hiding his face with a dark shield you’d have to be close up to see into.

“Dad?” You murmur to yourself. From the leather scuffed boots leading up to skintight black jeans. A belt hung too low on his hips for any purpose other than show, there was no way this could be anyone’s father..

A deep sighed breath emits once his mouth is free of the helmet. Pulling the rest off, dark blue black hair shakes free. A fresh undercut hidden under the hairstyle messily ruined beneath the helmet. Lines shaved horizontally across both sides for an edgier impact.

You have to control the gasp ready to erupt from your lungs. Catching sight of the beauty mark just below the corner of his eye. Irises disappearing behind a smile, lost in the fan of thick dark eyelashes.

This was not just any man. This was cry baby Jeno Lee.

The Alpha that grew up on the wrong side of town. Known for causing chaos up and down Incheon with his group of punk friends that followed his every step.

“Ah Moon, I’m sorry.” Jeno’s voice is raspy, deeper than you recall. Hanging his helmet on the handle by its strap, he squats down to match Moon’s level much like you had. Palms covering the majority of her shoulders as he pouts. “Haircut appointment ran longer than I expected, forgive me?”

“Hmmph!” Moon stomps, slinging back an even poutier pout. Losing none of her assertiveness with her posture. “I can’t forgive you so easily dad! What are you going to buy me?”

The Alpha clicks his tongue with a smirk, shaking his head. “Taught you too well haven’t I?”

“You owe me dad!” Moon pokes her father’s chest with demand. “You had my teacher worried sick!”

Moon turns half body to gesture toward where you stand nearby foolishly eavesdropping in on the confrontation. The Alphas smile falters, meeting your gaze, moving to stand up abruptly and smooth out the much ill-fitted sleeves of his leather jacket. Appearing more painted on his body with each flex of his biceps rippling through the material.

“I’m so sorry. My apologies, I didn’t see you standing there.” He clears his throat. Voice coming out much smoother now, with a small hint of gravel.

“That’s alright!” You chirp. Reminding yourself to blink and not ogle one of your students’ fathers. No matter how much his pronounced bare chest peaking between his collar insisted on acquiring your attention. “It happens!”

“I’m normally early.” The Alpha steps forward. Moon clings to his leg with her two small feet pinched together on his boot. That explains the scuff marks. “I feel so embarrassed now, Moon speaks so highly of you whenever I pick her up.”

“Ah..” you can feel a heat rise up your nape, threatening to invade your cheeks and give away how shy you feel. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed of Mr. Lee. Moon is always a joy to be around.”

“Jeno.”

“Yes?”

“Call me Jeno.” He nods, leaving you breathless with a smile reaching his eyes.

“Of course.” With a tight smile, you wave toward Moon. “I believe someone has drum practice to get to! I won’t keep you any longer. A pleasure to meet you!”

Waving, you turn away sucking down a deep breath of air. Mentally reciting a prayer to not trip and fall on the way back inside to the school. Jeno’s intense gaze boils down your back, not helping your attempt to act graceful.

“Gross Dad, why are you staring at my teacher like that?” Moon mimics a gagging sound of disgust. Latching onto the end of her fathers leather sleeve with a forceful tug. Having to distribute her weight around to make a small budge at the thick jacket. Inching down only a centimeter on her dads broad shoulders.

“You’re looking at her exactly like you used to stare at mom.” Moon broadcasts, swatting his hand away from her tender scalp.

“Moon!”

“Dad!”

“Don’t..” Jeno makes to squat down again with a sigh. Taking a hold of his daughter’s arms with a serious expression. “Don’t repeat that okay?”

“Dad noooo..” Moon grimaces. Squeezing her fathers cheeks together until his eyebrows twist with confusion. “She’s my favorite teacher!”

“Moon, you’re only in the First grade.” Jeno shrugs. Kissing the inside of her palms as he moves her off. Standing back up to grab the child size helmet locked to one of his bike’s handles. “You’re going to have so many more teachers after this.”

A loud whine sounds, his daughter pummeling the sides of his thighs with slaps. Jeno laughs, hoisting her to sit on the bike. Thinking over to himself- you might be his favorite teacher as well.

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“Moon, what’s wrong?” Squatting down to match your student’s eye level, you notice her frustrated pout.

“My dad didn’t pack my lunch today!” She exclaims. Cheeks puffed out annoyed, tapping her phone's screen to light up with 0 new notifications. “He never forgets! and he isn’t answering me.”

“You’ve messaged him already?” You ask, recalling that Moon has never been a student to require any of the extra snacks stored for those whose parents had neglected to send them off to school properly. She always had bento boxes, stacks of snacks and juice boxes. A well balanced meal of protein, vegetables, and fruit. It had to be the first time you’d seen her without one of her fancy lunch boxes that many other student’s fawned over.

She nods, puffing her cheeks out in irritation. “We weren’t even rushing today, he even made my favorite breakfast smoothie.”

“I’m here!!” A deep voice bounces through the room. The leather jacket clad Alpha steps in carrying a lunch bag in hand. Arms outstretched, raising the tight leather up on his torso. Deep V defines his hips on full display to make you choke on your spit. Nothing but smooth milky flesh leading to what lies beneath jeans that seemed painted on his thighs.

“Dad!” Moon shouts, jumping up from her seat. Throttling her small body into the Alphas free arm hard enough to knock his breath away. “You forgot my lunch! I’m starving!”

“Ahh, the dramatics.” He laughs raspily. Squishing her beneath a large bicep flexing out. Eyelashes fan his cheekbones, falling shut in embrace with his daughter. Blinking up catching your stare suddenly. “Probably had your teacher worried sick again.”

“Is that why you didn’t pack my lunch?” Moon hisses, taking a step back with her hands clutched to her father’s shoulders. She kicks his shin, causing the Alpha’s eyes to widen, trying to bite back an embarrassing sound of pain.

“Moon!”

“Dad!” She rolls her eyes. Snatching her lunch away from him to join the other kids already halfway done with their packed meals.

The Alpha stands, straightening out his jacket pretending to ignore the dull throb his shin gives.

“Sorry about this.” He approaches you, shrugging. “I’m never this forgetful, honestly.”

“Should I call you if this ever happens again Mr. Lee?”

“Jeno.” He repeats himself from the day prior. “I told you, call me Jeno.”

“Jeno..yes, I remember.”

“If you don’t mind..” he glances at an expensive silver wrist watch. Hand flexed tight protruding veins up to his knuckles. “I’m running short on time before I have to head back to work. I’m going to eat with Moon for a bit.”

“Oh, of course by all means.” You point toward where the children eat, motioning for him to use the floor. “Space is minimal.”

“I’ll figure it out.” He winks unabashedly, tongue poking between his lips in a flirtatious manner. Striding to sit where Moon has begun separating the different snacks and packages set up for her.

The Alphas jeans are even more drool worthy from the back. Practically stuck to his skin, swearing you hear the fabric squeak as he walks if you listen close enough.

“Holy poop.” Taeyong begins to blubber upon entering your classroom. Nearly spilling the tray of coffee for two in his hands. He comes to stand at your side, gawking at the Alpha that’s sat at a table much too small for his size. In a plastic chair only able to carry half of his bottom. Moon in his lap being spoon fed her neatly packed soup.

“Who the hell is that?” Taeyong questions much too loudly.

You sigh motioning him to quiet down. Trying to not sound as lost in a daze as you feel. Quietly thanking Taeyong for providing you with coffee as you settle. “That would be Moon Lee’s father.”

Taeyong spatters, blowing too hard at the mug in hand. Causing some to trickle out and spill down his hand with a hiss. “You mean the single father??”

“That is exactly who I mean.” You state.

“Oh my Goddess, how are you not leaking slick everywhere?” Taeyong whispers. Covering his mouth as he speaks. The Alpha not sitting by close enough to catch any of your conversation, thankfully.

“By a pitiful prayer to the moon Goddess herself.” You clutch at your drink. Legs squeezed miserably shut after Jeno’s removed his leather jacket. Sporting a much too snug fitted black turtleneck. Abdominal muscles rippling beneath the material as he sat down. “May she not let me commit heinous sins.”

“I think the Goddess would have to agree with me.” Taeyong fans himself jokingly. “Some sins need to be committed.”

“You know what the worst part is?” You lean in closer to him. Licking your dry lower lip. Salivating at the mere memories of the Alpha that have taken over your mind since yesterday. Taeyong nods for you to continue, placing an open hand by his ear for you to speak into.

“Remember that one time after work, when you convinced me to spill my secrets?”

“You mean when you got hammered and confessed some undying teenage obsession with some bad boy Alpha back home?” Taeyong corrects in a sassy manor, cocking his hip. Rolling your eyes you place a finger on your lips to shush him, again.

“Yeah. That.” You shrivel, hunched over the podium, nudging your chin in Moon’s fathers direction. “That right there is my wet dream bad boy Alpha.”

Taeyong gasps, earning a few looks from the students. Returning them with a large toothy smile and wave to continue eating.

“Goddess, what are the chances one of your favorite students’ father— single father, is the same dude you lusted over and thought about when your dorky boyfriend couldn’t find your clit?”

“How is it I was the only one inebriated that night?” You grunt, shoving an elbow into your friend's side. “You remember way too many details about that story.”

“I can’t let you live down fantasizing about some Alpha with a nickname like Cry Baby.” Taeyong smirks, shifty eyed and wiggling his brows. “Can only imagine I’d be the one crying like a baby after he’s through with me.”

“Same.” You cringe admitting. “Guess I have to let that fantasy go now. Can’t possibly try to hookup with one of my students' parents.”

“And why not?” Taeyong appeals, huffing as he goes on. “There is no rule anywhere in the guidelines about that, and if there is, well I’m screwed.”

“You didn’t.” Now it’s your turn to splutter. Fixing your coworker with a look of shock.

“Oh I did, biggest Alpha I’ve ever taken too. Spring break, last year, we had an impromptu parent teacher conference. Let me tell you— I was the one begging for daddy that day.” He chides, finishing with a wink.

“How principal Jung hasn’t terminated you yet— especially after you crashed his tail light and my headlight all at once..”

“Hey! That’s unfair! My heat suppressants were wearing off.” Taeyong pouts, standing straight with a stomp as if he’s one of your students. “and Alpha Jaehyun smelled far too delicious.”

“You mean principal Jung..” you begin to correct Taeyong’s lack of formality. A palm raises to your face, halting you.

“He’s Alpha Jaehyun when slick leaks through my trousers at the mere sight of him.” Taeyong boasts.

“Get out of my classroom.”

“Fine, fine.” Taeyong scoffs, gathering his now gone cold coffee. “But I’ll tell you something, it’s strange that Moon’s father didn’t just leave her lunch in the main office. That’s what all my kids parents’ do.”

“I’m sure it’s just a mistake. He’s never done it before.”

Of course, it seemed like a common mistake.

Until it happened again, and again, and again.

The Alpha had inserted himself to be one of your students at this point. Infiltrating on Moon’s lunch time, leaving her frustrated with arms crossed over her chest that she couldn’t freely bother Sunwoo with her father around.

“Mr. Lee.. I mean, Jeno, I don’t know how appropriate it is for you to have lunch in our classroom everyday.” You bring up, following him out into the hallway before the last bell ending lunchtime rings.

“Ah, I’m not like this usually.” He blushes, rubbing at his nape. “I really never forget to pack Moon’s lunch.”

“Well I think five times in a row is a bit excessive.”

Jeno nods, snapping his fingers. “I think I know what it is.”

Here it comes, you brace yourself. Holding onto the doorknob behind your back. The Alpha smiling wide before you, sending your heart into a frenzy of flutters.

“I can’t get you off of my mind.” He taps his chin playfully. “I feel like..I feel like I’ve met you before?”

“Cry baby..” you say abruptly. Clenching your jaw tightly to not splutter in embarrassment. The Alpha’s eyes snap open, emitting a cute ‘ohh?’.

“Wow, no one calls me that anymore..” Jeno grins, waving his hand out. “Not since high school? Did w—“

“We didn’t go to school together..” you interrupt. “I went to the private all girl’s school up the street. Sister Mary Catherines.”

“The girlssssss school.” He snaps, waving his index finger as he remembers. “Plaid skirts. Yeah, I hung out in front of those guarded gates many days.”

“Yes. You had a motorcycle back then too.”

Jeno’s eyes sparkle, biting on his lower lip. Head tilting up unveiling more of his thick neck. “Did we ever?..”

“No!” You spew, covering your mouth in surprise. “I had a boyfriend!”

“Ah, that’s a shame.” The Alpha grins, stepping back to give you a look up and down. Walking backwards through the hall toward the exit. “What was I thinking? There’s no way I’d forget you.”

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It seems like a perfect setup when Jeno parks his bike right in front of your car. He’s squatted down, toying with the loose wire visible inside your shattered headlight.

“I’ve been meaning to get that fixed.” You shamefully admit. The Alpha standing up, fisting into the pocket of his notorious leather jacket.

“You can get pulled over for this, you know?” His head shakes, flicking out a business card.

“A car shop?”

“My car shop.” Jeno announces pridefully. He taps the card between your fingers. “There’s no way I can allow for my daughter's favorite teacher to drive around like this.”

“Ah, that’s sweet. I just don’t have much time.” You mumble off to change the topic. “Lee’s body shop? Surprised you didn’t go for Cry Baby’s car repair.”

“Ah, I told you, no one calls me that anymore.” Jeno says, bashfully playing with the hair at his nape. Maybe even blushing.

“How did you get that nickname anyway?” You wonder. Vividly reminiscing about your high school classmates sharing tales of hickeys Cry Baby Lee gave them after school.

Jeno’s mouth tweaks to the side in thought. A smirk playing on his lips. “You’ll find out.”

“What’s that supposed to mean??”

Jeno shrugs less than innocently, nodding to the card. “Stop by anytime. I’ll keep the shop open late for you.”

That’s how you find yourself, mouth watering, wiping away the drool ready to humiliate you from your lower lip. Stood in front of the opened up garage.

Jeno kept to his word and returned to the shop after dropping Moon off at drum practice. Standing alone in the garage of his business in nothing but a half worn uniform and sweat soaked wife beater. Nipples peeking through the now sheer material, stained at the front with fingerprints of dirt and oil.

Messy. Gives bad advice and is messy. Somehow none of this registered as a red flag. Left awestruck at the visual of black tattoos hiding the majority of one of the Alphas arms.

Of course he has tattoos, of course. A full sleeve of tattoos. A crescent moon at the top cascading down to various shaped stars and clouds, leading to a wolf facing up, ending at the start of his wrist. Mouth and snout howling up Jeno’s forearm to the painted sky.

“The moon calls to me every night,” Jeno breaks your thoughts. Following the intricate artwork up to his bicep. “and I protect her.”

“That’s…that’s really beautiful.” You stutter, covering your mouth to swallow. “How much do I owe you for this?” You ask urgently, beginning to open up your wallet. Terrified by the floodgates of slick ready to destroy your underwear.

The Alpha towels at his oily hands. Cleaning off residue of dirt from pressing his palms to the concrete floor. Nose scrunching as he shakes his head with a ‘no’.

“Don’t be silly, I offered to do this for you.”

“I have to pay you somehow.” You insist. The Alphas tongues prods at his cheek. Pushed out as he pretends to think over options.

“There is something I can accept as payment.” He shrugs. “Think of it more as balancing things out.”

“I’m scared to ask what that could be.”

“Nothing much.” Jeno whips out his phone, tapping the screen to unlock. “I’m free Saturday night, Moon will be sleeping over at her cousins after they go to Lotte World.”

“Are you suggesting we..” you start, anxiously mumbling. The Alpha hands his phone over to you with a blank text on display.

“There’s this new cafe..” Jeno nods to the phone. “Put in your number, I’ll pick you up after I close the shop and get cleaned up.”

“This isn’t a good idea..” you caution. Tapping in your number and shooting yourself a text even so.

“Good ideas are overrated.” Jeno declares. Eyebrows bouncing eagerly, taking a step closer to you. He dangles your keys by your face, teasing you to reach for them.

“W-what does that even mean?” You gulp, glancing down to stare at your feet. Jeno’s big black leather boots trumping your clean ergonomically equipped work shoes for the purpose of standing around all day as a glorified babysitter.

With a finger placed under your chin, the Alpha fixes your gaze on his confident face again. Expression softening upon catching your pupils shaking.

“Don’t you ever get tired of being good?” He wonders, thumb smoothing across the jut of your chin. “It’s boring, worrying about social constructs and moral obligations. Being good is overrated.”

“Being good is all I know..” you shyly confess.

Jeno’s hands find your forearm. Thumbs pressing down the center as he swoops lower toward your wrist. Shutting your fingers around the keys placed in your palm. “You have a lot to learn, teacher.”

———————————————————-

Being good is overrated, and Jeno’s determined to make that clear.

“I can’t get on that.” You shift foot to foot apprehensively. The Alpha continues to hold out a helmet for you despite the last 5 minutes spent trying to convince you to not worry.

“I’ve been riding bikes for years. I’m a pro, I promise!” Jeno exclaims.

He holds out his arms in response to the unimpressed look you give. “You’re telling me a six year old can ride on this everyday but you can’t?”

“I don’t approve of that either, I’ll have you know.” You complain. Snatching the helmet from the Alpha. Bottom lip jutting out rethinking how long you spent on your hair.

“Your hair looks beautiful by the way.” Jeno compliments, noticing the frustration that twists between your brows. “But it’s either wearing this helmet or risking your skull's chances.”

Sneering, you tug on the helmet. “That makes me feel so much better, Alpha.”

“I’m Alpha now?” Jeno chuckles, clicking the strap on your helmet to close. Engine revving to life when he feels your weight adjust into the space behind him. “Hold onto me.”

Silently, you rope his waist for dear life. Thankful for the helmet shield hiding your flush. It’s not as if you could differentiate calling for your Alpha anymore between restless nights with vivid images of tight jeans and a painted on crisp leather jacket. Only a matter of time before it slipped from your spit slick lips. Scandalously drooling from behind your podium for some semblance.

Your face buries between Jeno’s shoulder blades, desperate to whimper from the heat ripping between your bodies. The Alpha drives smoothly, somehow managing to miss every crack and bump along the streets. Opting to avoid the freeway to not freak you out further.

The ride to the cafe takes no longer than ten minutes. Jeno had reassured you repeatedly it would be no Daytona 500 race. ‘A simple bike ride. Live a little.’

Needless to say your hair fell completely flattened, short ride or not. Jeno continues to compliment you, noting that your pretty dress matches the theme of the cafe.

“Must be destiny.” He smiles cheesily. Holding open the door that sounds a bell chime upon entering. “Have a feeling this is going to be some of the best cake I’ve ever tasted.”

“Do you now, Alpha?” You inquire, standing in line. “Consider yourself a connoisseur of cakes perhaps?”

Jeno cocks a brow, lips pursed coyly. Smiling more with his eyes than his mouth.

“You like red velvet?” The Alpha asks brushing off the implication in your question. Tapping the glass case displaying many beautifully decorated sweets. More distracted by how pristine even his fingers looked in comparison. Filed and shaped, shining as if he’d rubbed in cuticle oil.

“Sounds yummy.”

“Good, we can share.” Jeno pays. Completely ignoring your attempt to shove your card to pay before he can. Even including a tip for the teenage boy behind the register with a cool ‘keep the change’.

The Alpha nods to an empty table hidden in a corner, dimly lit and spread too far away from the others around. Setting down your tray of fruit teas and cake, Jeno is quick to slide out the seat for you and scoot his chair closer to your side.

Everything moves along swimmingly. Jeno stringing the conversation along easily knowing the in’s and out’s of your classroom by now.

“I was worried at first about sending Moon to kindergarten.” Jeno begins to confess, playing with the last bits of crumbs on your shared plate. “Last year was really hard for us.”

“Why so?” You ask, working on the last spoonful of cake he insisted you eat.

“Moon’s mom.. it’s kind of long story.” Jeno trails off with a sigh, visibly gulping. “But I must say, she’s really fond of you. Everyday I hear about her lovely teacher.”

“Moon’s such a great kid honestly. You’re doing a great job raising her.” You let him know. Licking the last pieces of cake clean off your fork. Choosing to not push to hear more about Jeno’s last relationship. Snooping around Moon’s files made it explicitly clear as day, Jeno’s a single dad. That’s all that really matters.

“Thanks.” The Alpha smiles, motioning to your lower lip. “You got a little..”

Reaching toward your lip, Jeno swipes a clump of frosting that’s gathered at the corner of your mouth. Leaving you agape in surprise, opened up releasing a gasp. Tar black irises laze taking in your innocent expression. More wanton in his eyes than meant to be. Stroking the pad of his fingertip deeper in until he meets the tip of your tongue.

Licking at his lips, Jeno swallows the dryness that’s infiltrated his throat. Leaning in closer as his finger makes a pathway through, following the line down the center of your tongue. “A.. little.. frosting..”

The Alpha mumbles deliriously, widened eyes blink his way mindlessly. Strumming a heat down to the muscle between his thighs. Chubbing up thick and fat, skirting a look across the table to quickly imagine throwing you down. Taking you for all to see.

Weeks of cumulation and saddened attempts of poor flirting leading up to this. Holding back the crazed desire to ravage you, destroy the purity exuding around you everyday.

Lips shut around his finger cautiously, a small suck tugs at his nail. Sucking air between his teeth as you give it another try. Experimentally moving your head just enough to get his finger coated in a wad of spit. Up and down, lightly sucking at his digit with each gentle pull back. Dizzied in a trance watching your lips form a heart shaped pout around his finger.

Jeno curses under his breath, glancing around to ensure no one gets a free show. Against his will, he slides free from your lips. Dragging down to your chin, pressing in to catch your stuck out bottom lip between his. Suckling and nibbling as his spit drenched finger glides between your breasts. Snaking beneath the unbuttoned top of your dress to press down on your now hardened nipple.

“Told you it would be some of the best cake I’ve ever had.” Jeno murmurs against your mouth. Tongue flicking out to catch the tip of yours. Shoving forward, trapped between his teeth. The tip of his finger rolls on your pointed breast. Swallowing and pulling your tongue further out between your lips until you moan.

“Alpha..”

“That’s it, Alpha.” Jeno hisses inside your mouth. Hand drawing free to find refuge between your thighs. Met with slick splattered skin on skin. No doubt leaked onto the chair beneath you. He has to swallow down the growl trying to rip free, slapping your inner thigh with a splash. “Such a good girl aren’t you? Already dripping wet for Alpha.”

All you can do is nod. Chest scattered with heat and prickles of goosebumps as Jeno collects your soaked underwear. Choked tightly in a fist as he rips them off to the side. Palming your cunt with a muttered ‘fuck’.

“How are you this wet already? Haven’t even fucked you yet, is that how badly you want it?” The Alpha rasps. Cleaning up the abundance of slick leaking out of your folds. Enough to wring out your underwear and form a puddle. A reminder of every wet dream inspired by Jeno.

“I’m gonna eat your pussy.” He states flatly. Fingers pressing around your clit teasingly. Smirking wolfishly, showing off perfectly aligned white teeth.

“Not here..not here.” You plead. Receiving a pinching hold around your folds. Labia clenched tightly between Jeno’s strong fingers. Clit engorged and poked out, begging to be rubbed good enough to get you off.

“Don’t want Alpha to fuck you right here? Let everyone know who this pussy belongs to now?” Jeno says, full of confidence. Digits lowering between the mortifying amount of slick flowing from your entrance. A mess, an absolute mess. “Let everyone see how good Alpha eats your pussy? Don’t you want that?”

“N-no…Alpha. H-here, no-not here.”

“Gonna let me take you home? Show you how my good Omega deserves to be fucked?” Jeno’s breath fans hot across your mouth. Pulsing around three fingers seething their way inside. He thrusts fast, forearm flexed in a quick jerk. Thumb smashing down on your clit with a mean rub. “Show me how pretty my Omega’s pussy looks after I fucking ruin it?”

“Y-yes, yes, yes!” You choke. Palm flattening on the table, tugging the cloth between fingers to reign your sanity. Climax hitting hard with Jeno’s thumb working magically. Rubbing your hardened clit into a frenzy of numbed stimulation. Spiraling out like electric waves of shock.

Strings of slick stick Jeno’s fingers together. Drawn out slowly, lapping up the sloppy aftermath from between his digits with a dark gaze locked on you. “We’re leaving.”

The ride home moves faster than the one before. Jeno wasting no time to race down the streets with your arms clutched around his trim waist. The first to jump from his bike once the brakes in place. Manhandling you off with ease, prepared to fall to his knees and start where you left off.

“Alpha, not here, please. I can’t.” You squirm, ass pushed to sit against the seat of Jeno’s bike. With a condescending ‘shh shh shh’ he taps your lips, head slowly shaking side to side.

“Good girls always can.” The Alpha quips. Smirk reaching one side of his mouth. “Are you my good girl?”

“Yes Alpha..”

“Then keep your eyes on me,” Jeno directs, jeans rustling beneath his knees as he bends to sit on them. The bottom of your dress folded up to show off the panties he’s destroyed. “and sit on my face.”

Jeno’s large palms spread on your ass, grip sinking in torturously. Gaze stuck on you as his mouth parts, jaw locking at the pull. Focused on the torn expression of unabiding arousal defeating your moral instinct. Growling with each lap and pointed roll of his tongue delivered to your clit.

Mouth hung open guzzling down the globs of wetness that won’t stop, Jeno growls ferociously. Nails dig into your fleshy bottom, bouncing you in his grasp. Licking and sucking you to the point of oversensitivity, having to hold onto the back of his brawny neck to stay grounded.

“Tastes like my pussy already.” Jeno mumbles, eliciting a rumble of tremors up your torso. Tingling with the vibrations of his muffled words. The possession ingrained in each syllable is enough to have you on your toes.

“A-alph—…s-stop!” You whine, contorting to bend forward and ride the last bits of high against his tongue. Jeno’s eyes are fiery, full of brazen desire to mark, claim. Eat you alive. “H-hurts! Ah!”

A dull throb hits, squirting out an explosion of slick. Enough to leave Jeno’s chin bathed in wetness like he got caught in a rainstorm. Left hiccuping through another orgasm cracking like lightning throughout your body. The Alpha could care less, unrelenting with the drag of his tongue. Vacuuming your release with a lewd suck, cleaning your pussy until it looks brand new. Ready to be used again and again.

It’s easy to maneuver you inside. Jeno kicking through the doors with arms full of your slackened figure. Feet dragging as you’re carried to his bedroom. Whimpering with your legs shutting on instinct where you lay.

“Still so shy, even with your pussy juices dripping down my throat.” Jeno licks his lips. Leather jacket coming off, thumbing the fitted black v-neck off in one quick motion. Tattoos blending in with the darkness filling his bedroom. More like shadows dancing across his skin under moonlight rivering its way past opened windows.

“I think this will help you relax.” Jeno reassures you, slipping a sash over your eyes. For the most part everything turns dark, the figure in front of you mostly obscured by the thin sheer material. It eases your racing heart, swallowing shallow breaths at a regulated pace.

“Do you want me to keep going?” Jeno asks with a gentle kiss placed at the center of your chest. He waits for the slight nod your chin gives, throat lodged tight with anticipation. Lips press against your pounding heart timing his breath with the speed your chest rises and falls at. Jeno’s scent has consumed yours, taken over by desire for the Alpha to take over.

Entering Jeno’s bedroom already had your knees weak. Wall to wall drenched in his natural aroma that carries traces of earth. While the Alpha had smelled of motor oil and musk the last time you were this close, his natural aroma was much more fresh. Masculine and sharp, cutting through the garden of your floral scent. Dress removed with a few loosened buttons as he leads you to the bed.

Everything about Jeno reflected strength, pure blood Alpha demanding everyone’s attention with his presence alone. His scent a reminder of the power an Alpha can hold over you.

His secret would surprise you in more than one way.

“Don’t hide from me.” Jeno pushes your thighs apart. Palms splayed flat, inhaling the assault of sex ridden slick permeating. Squelching heady and filthy, ready for the taking. “Pretty pussy all mine now.”

The button on his jeans nearly rips. Jeno kicks off his bottoms with practiced speed. The veins trailing up and down his cock pumping blood at a high rate. Filling his dick to full mass. Leaving you with gaped mouth as he shifts on his knees. Cock standing hard, weeping out at the tip miserably.

The Alphas hips rock down against yours, cock slotting between your swollen folds. Heartbeat beating around his length where he glides, gathering up the slick that’s made an insanely wet mess on his bed. Jeno pins your shoulders down, lips crashing against yours, catching all the breathless swallows you take. Choking from the suction he gives your tongue. Coughing spit out around his forceful mouth taking reign.

“Tell me what you want, good girls know how to ask.” Jeno explicitly states. Words burn a way up your gut, boiling to the top until you writhe beneath him just enough for the tip of his cock to snag at your entrance.

“Ah! Alpha! Please.. need it. Need to feel it!”

“Feel what?” Jeno spits, butt clenched to resist fucking his way inside in one go. Cock head shaking where it stays rubber banded in your unrelenting grip.

“Please..Alpha, knot me.” You whimper, neck arching back with scream. Convulsing up to meet Jeno’s hips rushing forward. Cock shaping a way deep inside your cunt with one expert thrust.

“Just had to ask.” Jeno says, wrapping his palm around your nape for leverage. Using the hold to keep your upper back lifted. He thrusts in and out easily. Met with obstruction with two last inches trying to shove their way through. He grunts, hips circling, folds sucking around his cock menacingly. “So fucking tight. So warm. Wet, so fucking wet.”

Jeno, refusing to give up, reaches between your torsos, pinching your clit between two fingers. Hitting every nerve until a gush of slick spills out covering his balls dripping like honey.

“Look so good taking all of me. So good, the best Omega pussy.” Jeno’s near incoherent. Groaning as he fills you to the hilt. Cock head kissing your cervix finally, sending a jolt of renewed vigor up his spine. Gliding back enough to catch sight of pre-cum oozing from his slit, Jeno fucks with determination. Hitting harder and faster, madly plunging in and out. Lost to the clap and squish emitting between your sweating figures.

“Yes, ugh! Al-alpha!” Words get lost between your moans. Screaming out with a high arch in your spine. Jeno grabs onto your hips pulling you down on his length to match the pace of his thrusts. Fucking up hard enough for his balls to smack against the dip between your ass. Threads of creamy slick connecting your lower halves disgustingly. Sticky and wet everywhere.

“Yes! Keep going! Pussy wrapped so tight around me.” Jeno slams forward, lifting your lower back from the bed. Pistoning his hips to a drilling pace, bouncing up the bed under his powerful merciless thrusts. “Gonna make me cum. Cum so fucking deep inside you, fill you up over and over again.”

Jeno’s talking to himself at this point. Nothing but your wails and whimpers coming out. Nodding and crying dumbly out of your mind. Lost in a dark mental haze of Jeno’s dark eyes blending in with the night.

“Please Alpha! K-knot.. inside inside!”

Jeno lets out something similar to a high pitched squeal. Wrinkled eyelids gripped in a tight squeeze the harder you clutch around his length. Milking his size with each pull out of his hips to cum. Cum until your stomach extends painfully, have you finding traces of the Alpha trickling from your cunt for days.

It's awkward to hear his vocals crack, worried he’d turn you off. Still unaware of just how fucked out from orgasm after orgasm you really are. Rasps grow louder like gravel under fierce tires on a silent road, ready to shout at the first expanding movement of his knot. Crooning as your bottom speeds to a slapping pressure against his hips and thighs. In disbelief by the amount of slick endlessly fountaining from where your bodies connect.

Jeno sits up enough to watch your pussy spasm up and down his length. Mesmerized by the way your hips jump, grinding down taking every inch of the Alpha in spite of the initial pain. Slick pools from his chest, down past the defined carved out muscles on his stomach, thighs drenched in the same way you’d left his neck and collar earlier.

Jeno thinks he’s falling in love. Hunched over gasping for air through his nose. Fearful he’ll spill words in his lustful haze of floral aroma floating around his mind. His teeth grit, upper lip snarling and trembling. Lower half jolting when you let out a scream between your raw bitten lips.

“Fuck, just like that. Good Omega, good girl riding my cock like you own it.” Jeno grits. Eyes rolling up lost to the deafening tune of your thighs clapping down, pummeling his pelvic bone hard enough to leave marks on the both of you.

Jeno’s knot inflates, slowing both of your movements. Stretching you past a normal capacity to accommodate his size pulling at your raw fucked out hole. It’s too much for the both of you. The push and pull, the way you sleeve around his cock like it belongs to you. Gripped between your walls with no way to move.

Cumming with your knees digging into Jeno’s waist sends his body to stiffen up. Chest caving down the center with a deep inhale. Cock in a pussy chokehold throwing all of Jeno’s self control to the wind. Collapsing down, Jeno’s lower back is met with the heels of your feets kicking. Reeling from the intense orgasm emptying your body. Trembling erratically under the Alphas weight, crushing you as last bits of sanity evade him.

Between muted curses and tears filling the Alphas eyes, he finally releases. Spurting out shots of his seed for what feels like an eternity. Breathing shallowly beneath him until Jeno understands you need air. Shifting to your sides with a pained hiss. Sniffling as he does so.

The Alpha’s sounds of anguish stir you awake. Half fallen asleep as the last loads of cum clog up your insides. Jeno stilled, lodged deep inside. Knot at full capacity after minutes keeping you stretched upon his mass size.

“Alpha?” Your voice comes out groggy, soundless to your ears stuffed with post-orgasmic heat. Reaching to tug off the makeshift blind fold, you’re met with the sight of Jeno’s tear streaked cheeks. Ruddy from excursion, high and tight on the bone. The hollow just beneath, pushing his bitten over lips out to pout more. “Are you crying? What’s wrong?”

Jeno smiles, irises disappearing beneath the swell caused by tears streaming freely.

“You wanted to know why I got the nickname.” He sighs, nose dropping to your chin. Dragging up to trace across your jaw. His mouth meets your ear, softly speaking. “Now you know.”

Cry Baby Jeno Lee.

“Is it..” you ask curiously, hips swiveling down to a gentle grind on the Alphas knot. Jeno hisses, squeezing out a few more tears.

“Always happens when I knot.” Jeno explains. Grabbing your waist to keep you in place. “I told you that you’d find out.”

———————————————————-

“Ah, Moon forgot her lunch, again.” Jeno smiles leaned against the doorframe to your classroom. Lifting up an adorable vintage Lisa Frank lunchbox he most likely dropped too much money on. Whatever Moon Lee wants, Moon Lee gets. Something her father lives by as well.

“Again huh?” You step out into the hallway, prepared for where this conversation could head. Nothing you wish for your students to witness and interrogate you over later. “Moon’s in there chowing down on a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I believe that’s what I saw smeared on her chin.”

Jeno rubs his chin, tongue clicking against the backs of his teeth. “You know what, that’s right! I didn’t forget.”

“Did you ever actually forget Alpha?”

Jeno blinks away his nerves, brushing your question off. Opening up the lunch box to reveal the same dessert you shared on your date. Less shared, more ate off his fingers.

“You really seemed to enjoy this cake,” Jeno’s tongue prods at the corner of his mouth. Inching closer to you. Free hand stroking from your shoulders, to your waist, ending at your hip with a squeeze. “I had to go back for more.”

“You mean, you had to come back for more,” You correct, sharing a breath at close proximity. “Of me?”

“You’re too pretty for your own good I think..” he mumbles under his breath. A light touch of his fingertips grazes your hip, shifting back on his heels.

“Maybe so,” You reply, a bit snarky. Following him further into the hall to at least conceal yourself from the class. Hiding most of your body with the door frame, glancing over your shoulder to make sure everyone’s occupied with their worksheets. “But maybe you made a good point.”

“Did I?” Jeno takes his chance to melt into your space. Having set down the lunchbox near your feet. Arm lifting up, pressed to the wall to allow his hips to meet yours. He rubs at your pelvic bone gently, erupting goosebumps across your chest. Reminded of the blooming signs of bruises you noticed this morning after taking a shower. Shaped to match a certain Alpha’s gripping hold.

Leaning in to brush against Jeno’s upper lip, you’re quick to steal a kiss. Footsteps of familiar leather toed loafers the principal typically wears resound making their way through the hall. Adding the smallest hint of danger to your daytime escapade.

“Maybe being good is overrated.”

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a/n: okay, so first chapter ! unfortunately, no smut today... however, depending on how well this does i plan to continue it with future smut chapters 😋 feedback is much needed, as i do believe this is kinda shitty but i couldn't stall anymore.

original thought!

You’ve always held Autumn close to your heart. It had slipped away from you after leaving for college, but being home reminded you why you’d loved it so much to begin with. Though you haven’t been home in years — despite whatever promises you made before leaving; you didn’t want to come back (home).

Parking in your best friend’s childhood driveway, you could hear her squealing as you stepped out. “Y/N! I haven’t seen you in forever!” She throws her arms around you — she’s always been dramatic.

“You saw me last month, Jiyeon.” The girl scoffs as she stands up straight in front of you. “It’s been too long! You’re so far away now.” Her playful whining makes you laugh, “I missed you too.” Jiyeon’s been your friend for as long as you can remember. “Come inside. There’s a party later. When you’re ready, we should go.” You nod in agreement, dragging your luggage behind you. “Hey, can I use your bathroom first?” Jiyeon deadpans, “You know you don’t have to ask. Here, leave your bags — I’ll take them up.”

“Thanks.” You begin walking up the stairs, leaving her behind.

Arriving in the bathroom, you only looked in the mirror before washing your hands.

You were lost in thought with citrus invading your senses — washing your hands, watching the soap’s thin layer of white bubbles rinse off your skin under the sink’s hot water. Finally, you were home. “Jiyeon,” A soft knock interrupted your thoughts — you shot your attention towards the bathroom door. Instead of replying, you looked yourself in the mirror one last time, bringing your hand to the doorknob to twist it open. Opening the door, a tall young man stood before you, his hands shoved into his pockets — he’s handsome with dark, messy hair. The boy before you wears glasses and pearls, a domestic sweater drapes his broad shoulders. “Oh, I’m sorry,” you step out of the bathroom, closing the door behind you, and looking up at the handsome stranger. “I’m —” And just as you’re about to introduce yourself, he does it for you. “Y/n.” He simply looks down at you, arms crossed and amused. Your mouth is agape as you’re in awe — shocked by his knowledge. “You don’t remember me?” The O-shape of your mouth shuts, and you shake your head. “I’m not sure I do.” Jiyeon had (ironically) perfect timing — she yelled from downstairs, “Jaeyun! Do you know what time it is? Go feed the dog, and don’t forget, you promised to walk her after!”

Jaeyun? Little Jaeyun — Jake, who used to beg to let him watch scary movies with you and Jiyeon. “Go away, Jaeyun. You aren’t old enough.” Jake’d turn and look at you with big eyes and pouting lips. “Y/n said I could!” You couldn’t help laughing — he was an adorable little boy. “Yeah?” Jiyeon was getting ready to crush his dreams, “Well, Jake, Y/n lied! She doesn’t want you here. No babies allowed!” You watched as she stuck her tongue out at him. “That’s not true!” Jake ran into your arms, hugging you tightly. “Tell her, Y/N. You do want me here…” He was so cute you wanted to hold him forever, even if he wasn’t exactly a baby — even if he was only three years younger than you. “Maybe next time. Alright, Jake? But no promises.” Little Jaeyun, who was only fifteen when you left for college, he promised he wouldn’t cry. “You’ll come home, right? T-to see me?” You hugged him tightly. You could feel the hot, salty tears running down his cheeks and onto your neck. “Of course, Jaeyun. I’ll come and see you all of the time. I Promise.”

You hated yourself for lying to him. If you were being honest, you had no intentions of coming back. It didn’t help that after you graduated, you went straight to work, buying an apartment in the city — not coming home for holidays and other events. When you did, you were unable to face him. “Jake..?”

“Hey, Y/N,” a small smile painted his lips. He wasn’t at all how you remembered. He wasn’t at all “little,” now taller than you. “It’s really, really good to see you, Jake.” Your voice was barely above a whisper. “Yeah,” he stood leaning against a wall, “You look good, Y/N.” He nodded, abruptly standing straight and heading down the stairs. “I’ve got to feed Layla. See you around.”

“See… you…” You must’ve been (standing) there for a while, wide-eyed, chewing on your lip. “Hey, Y/N. Y/N, Wake up! Are you alright?” It was Jiyeon — waving one of her hands in front of your face while the other sat comfortably on her hip. “What..? Sorry, I’m fine,” You paused, looking around — you weren’t fine. Your heart ached with guilt. “ ‘You ready to go?” The girl in front of you nods, and you walk downstairs and out the door.

Jiyeon had left you behind to dance with some guy. You sat on the couch, drink in hand — once in a while, someone would sit beside you, making small talk. Eventually, you couldn’t take it anymore. “So, I told her that—”

“Sorry, ‘cups empty. I’m going to get another, okay?”

“Oh, but—”

“Great.” You got up and began to walk to the kitchen. Drinks. Everywhere. Clear, dark, hard seltzers, beers, whatever — you name it. Jiyeon had poured your first drink of the night, and you had no idea what she’d mixed. So, you stood there, eyes going between the little bit of liquid in your cup and whatever lay on the kitchen island before you. “Do you… need some help?” You let out a laugh, turning around. “Yeah, actually. I was…” And there he is again. The aching guilt you’d planned to drink away suddenly resurfaced. “I didn’t know you’d be here.”

“Oh, yeah!” Jake was quick to respond. “Didn’t expect to see me? I know it’s past my bedtime.” You would have laughed at the joke if your heart weren’t pounding in your chest, and you weren’t so nervous. “Hah,” a sigh escaped your lips. “Uhm, yeah. I guess you could say that.” “Here,” He took the cup from your hand before returning it. You stared up at him blankly. “What? Go ahead, drink it.” At first, you were hesitant, peering into the cup and sloshing the liquid around. Jake nodded, encouraging you to indulge — your lips wrapped around the cup as you took a swig. “Good?”

“Good. Thanks.” Admittedly, you still felt awkward. The aching nervousness of being around Jake made your stomach twist. You couldn’t help feeling shitty — worried he’d say something and bring up the past. Just as you were about to walk off, he spoke, “Hey,” you froze, internally cursing. Please shut up, please shut up, please shut up. “Jake.” Interrupting him was your only way out — you might as well give in, apologize, or make up some stupid lie. “I’m sorry, I know I should’ve—”

“What?” He chuckles, “Are you drunk already?” He looks down at you, holding his cup and giggling. “Here, come with me.” Jake grabs your hand, pulling you through the crowd of people. “Hey! Jaeyun, wait!” Somehow (the) oceans of people shrunk as you two ended up outside — running down the block and onto some field. “What’re you doing? Jiyeon’s at the party, I told her I wouldn’t leave.” Jake shrugged. “She’ll be fine. I wanted to show you something.” A tree. He wanted to show you a tree.

“It’s a tree…”

“Yeah, I know — a special tree.”

You rolled your eyes and clicked your tongue, “Oh, yeah? What makes it so special?”

Another sly smile danced along his lips. “I used to come here…” Your heart sunk — you’re an asshole. Not only couldn’t you remember your best friend's brother, you couldn’t remember the ‘oh, so special’ tree you’d spend your afternoons under. Every day after school you’d sit, doing homework, or just get lost in thought. It’s the same tree where you stole Jake’s first kiss — holding his hands and softly laughing, staring up into its branches. “We,” you start, “we used to come here.” It’s barely above a whisper, and you feel so ashamed — that aching nervousness is following you, just as you remember how soft Jaeyun’s hands really were.

“Y/N! Hey, Y/N!”

“Jake!” You waved from under the tree with a book layed on your lap. He had ridden up on his bike — if you had to guess, he’d just gotten out of school. After all, he was still adorned in his uniform with his hair (somewhat) neatly thrown on his head.

“What’s up?” You patted the ground next to you, “Nothing… I just wanted to come to see you. You haven’t been over in days — are you and Jiyeon still fighting?” A small giggle left your throat as you nudged his side. You two were fighting, but you were sure she’d long gotten over it. “No, Jake… I’ve been busy. You know I leave soon — for college?” And with that, his smile quickly faded. Anyone would notice the frown plastered on his face. “Hey, don’t be like that…” If you were being honest, you had no idea how to comfort him. Seeing him pout and whine made your stomach twist and tie itself into a tight knot.

“Please don’t go.” His tone was serious, almost cold — far from playful, cute Jaeyun. “Jaeyun, I have to.” You could see tears welling up in his eyes, “Jake, you know—”

He knew you knew that he liked you — loved you. Even if you didn’t, the speed at which his smile dropped entailed something was wrong. “Just do this for me. Stay, Y/N.” Salty tears began streaming down his cheeks. “Stop it, it’s fine… You know I’ll be back.” You hate watching people cry, it’s the worst. “Hey,” grabbing his hands, you looked into his eyes. “I’ll never really leave, so don’t cry. Seriously, quit it, or else I’ll—” You’re interrupted by Jake’s lips colliding into your own — they’re pillowy but slightly chapped from his constant nipping (at his lips). It’s a bad habit — a nervous one that only got worse as you got closer to leaving.

After the initial shock, you close your eyes — leaning into his soft lips. Slightly smiling, placing your free hand against his cheek you wiped his tears. “Jake…” He squeezed your hands tighter than ever, “Please stay.”

It broke your heart to watch him cry.

Either the alcohol was getting to you, or the warm, fuzzing feeling spreading all over your body was an aching desire.

#lil-ma-shae #shae's sit down!☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★⋆˙⟡♡#enhypen smut #sim jake smut #sim jake #jake #jake angst #jake fluff #enhypen angst #enhypen x reader

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friccafracc · 4 days

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ALRIGHT OK BUT I NEED IT TO BE KNOWN THAT I HAVENT WRITTEN ANYTHING SERIOUSLY SINCE HIGHSCHOOL OK

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“Something is after me. I know it is, I’ve seen it. It looks like a man, but I know that it’s not. It…. It’s face is like a mockery of something human- like- like if you asked someone who has never seen a human to draw or model a person’s face, their smile. No… I don’t think any human would be able to get it that wrong.”

“And I’m not crazy, alright? God, y’all probably get that a lot here, don’t you? You people specialize in crazy. Not that I’m anyone to judge anymore, given the shit I went through before coming out here. I didn’t even know a place like this existed outside the Usher Foundation. I just…there’s some weird, crazy shit out there I guess, and when I heard about y’all, I figured I should probably pay a visit. At least let someone know before I die.”

“I know I’m gonna die.”

“I suppose I should start from the beginning. My name is Joshua Nelson, I’m originally from the States–Memphis Tennessee. Now, if there’s one thing you should know about Memphis, it’s that nobody in their right mind should EVER move there on their own accord, ‘cause you’ll either get mugged or stalked or both. I was born and raised there, so I never really got the choice during the formative years of my life. I’ve learned to live with it, though.”

“I worked retail in a gas station before…well, everything. It was a shithole. The kind of building where, no matter how hard you scrubbed and no matter how much bleach you used, the stains and smell of smoke would never leave. Instead just…mingled with the citrus of the chemicals. It paid the bills, though, and I was never witness to a robbery, so I couldn’t complain too much. The customers were docile and if I noticed anyone shoplifting, I kept it to myself. I wasn’t getting paid enough to give a damn.”

“We had regulars that would come in on a schedule and regulars that wouldn’t. People who were just passing through the city or visiting family or friends. You get all types in that kinda place, and if you’re placid enough to any asshole who’s having a bad day, everyone gets along just fine. There were a couple of regulars who were friendly enough, though, that I remember their names. Miss Kelly was an older woman, short and heavyset–she was one of the friendlier ones. We’ve got a lot of talkers in the south and boy did she make sure I knew every exact reason for what her kids were getting up to, or what was going on in a reality show she was hooked on at the time.”

“George Michael, a thin man in his 40s, maybe, always came in whenever he needed a new pack of cigarettes, I think he was a chain-smoker, cause he was in there a lot.”

“And then…then there was Hunter. Now Hunter was a younger man, maybe college age. A little older than that? Poor bastard was hooked on something, that much anyone could tell. He was gaunt, a little twitchy, you know, telltale signs of drug abuse. I could never tell what specifically he was on, but then again, it was never my business to know. I treated him the same as every other customer, we all knew he wasn’t gonna cause any harm, he usually came in for food, chips and hotdogs and stuff and he never caused a fuss.”

“I think… I think Hunter is dead.”

“One day he came in, I think it was a Wednesday or something cause it was slow that afternoon, and he burst through the door. Well–maybe not burst, but he came in the building like he was racing to get indoors first before someone else. The guy was usually jittery and, I’ll admit, a little shifty usually, but this was full blown paranoia. It startled me at first, his intensity, and he made a b-line towards the back of the store and ducked behind one of the shelves. Maybe not duck completely like ducking for cover, but it was obvious he was hiding. It almost made me expect the police or some drug lord to come storming through the door, but nobody else came.”

“Hunter stayed pacing in the building for a good 20 or 30 minutes, periodically lifting his head to crane his neck and peer out the window or the glass of the door. I checked once or twice as well, but if someone was out there, I didn’t see them. Eventually the guy calmed down enough to buy something and when he approached the counter with his bag of Doritos he looked almost like he was going to be sick.”

“I asked him if everything was alright, but he just shook his head and left.”

“I didn’t see him again for another week or two after that. Obviously I assumed the worst. I theorized that someone was after him and when he didn’t show up when he usually did it was more than enough to confirm my suspicions. Be it cops or some random person on the street, I couldn’t decide which fate would be worse, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel for the guy at least a little bit.”

“Hunter was almost completely out of my mind when I saw him again. I was surprised. By all accounts, it didn’t look like anything had changed about him. Maybe aside from the fact that his posture was way better than it usually was when I saw him, but other than that, nothing was out of the ordinary.”

“Business went on as usual and when he came up to the till with a liter of coke, I offered him a ‘Welcome Back’ and rang him up.”

“When I turned back to him, he was smiling. For some reason it was like a pit opened in the bottom of my stomach. I couldn’t understand why, though. It looked like Hunter–patchy, unkempt stubble, greasy hair, thin face, sunken eyes. His appearance had never bothered me before, so I was struck with confusion that mixed in with the undefinable, sudden sense of dread.”

“‘Thank you,’ he said as I handed him his change. And he walked out the door. It sounded like Hunter, too.”

“Hunter returned the next day, and the next. Each time he was polite and quiet, and each time he smiled when I rang him up. I counted his teeth. They were straight and flat. When I counted mine in the mirror when I smiled, I saw 17 or 18. Hunter’s counted 24.”

“Maybe he has a dental problem that I didn’t notice until now, I told myself. Human bodies are weird. Sometimes you have more teeth than usual.”

“The fourth day he came in a row, I saw his eyes and his pupils were…swollen, is the only way I can describe them. I know what people’s eyes look like when they’re high. This was not that. It was like they almost swallowed up his irises completely, and they were dull. Dull in the sense that the fluorescents overhead did nothing to cast any reflections onto them. It made me want to writhe and squirm whenever he looked at me.”

“I called in sick the fifth day. I knew Hunter would be back in that gas station to see me. I knew it was to see me. And I knew that thing. That..whatever it was. It wasn’t Hunter.”

“I guess a part of me was always dreading that day. I had always heard stories about people being stalked from friends of friends. It was only a matter of time before it happened to me, right?”

“I saw Hunter at the grocery store the next day, posture straight and face split open into that smile with too many teeth. I didn’t have the mind to be polite. I turned completely around and walked the other way, trying to fool myself thinking that he hadn’t seen me. I kept a pocket knife on me after that encounter. I probably should have been before, but hindsight is always 20/20.”

“Each time I saw him after that, it was worse. On the street to my apartment, his eyes were too wide and his grinning mouth was slightly agape. A crude facsimile of delight as I rushed past him. I stopped going into work when I started to spot him everywhere I went. Every destination no matter how far or random, he was there, grinning at me. He knew where I lived, that I had no doubt. So I went to a friend’s one night hoping to throw him off. Maybe I could move out and lose him. Lord knows I didn’t have the money to break my lease early, but I was desperate.”

“My friend suggested I call the police, but for some reason I was convinced that wouldn’t help. Cops usually only made things worse in that town, and I had a sinking feeling going that route would only waste my time.”

“The final straw was the second night I was crashing on my friend’s couch. I was exhausted, the past few weeks spent sleepless and paranoid and I was ready to finally pass out when I heard a light, rhythmic tapping on the window behind my head.”

“It’s just the wind, I thought to myself. A tree branch or something scraping against the glass. The exhaustion was completely gone, my pounding heart and pumping adrenaline overpowering any lame excuse that I would be stupid enough to be reassured by.”

“I didn’t move from where I lay. Tap. Tap. Tap. Came through the window once again.”

“I don’t know why I laid there for so long, unmoving, convinced that if I didn’t turn around, whatever it was outside would lose interest and leave. I really, really wanted it to leave.”

“I lay still for what felt like hours, every muscle in my body wound up and tense and ready to leap into action at any given opportunity. I was praying the opportunity would never come.”

“I don’t know how long it was when the tapping ceased, but it was long before I finally managed to relax. It seemed like my strategy worked. What an idiotic thing to think. Like I was a child hiding from an imaginary monster in the dark. Like the logic of not giving a stalker any attention so it would go away was sound. No. I think it was that false hope that landed me in this situation.”

“Because when that tapping came again, I wasn’t prepared to turn around. But I did. I turned around and what I saw in the darkness through that glass was… I don’t know what it was. I know it had eyes and teeth. It was grinning, but its teeth stretched well beyond what would be the borders of its face. God, I couldn’t see its face. I knew it was Hunter, though. It had those same lightless eyes that stared back at me every time I closed my own. Dead and dark and dull and staring at me–eating at me, wide and gleeful and spilling into the shadow that I could only assume was a part of the creature, itself. Its form took up nearly the entirety of the window, blocking the outside world. It didn’t move.”

“I screamed. I screamed and closed the curtains and I hid. This woke my friend of course, and she came stumbling out of her room, looking bleary but alert. I tried to signal to her not to go to the window or do anything or to call the police. Thankfully she got the message and the cops were there within the hour.”

“They didn’t find anything. Or anyone, for that matter. I left out the…the monster bit, because I assumed it might land me somewhere I really didn’t want to go.”

“They were about as helpful as I thought they would be. Told me to call them again if I noticed any suspicious activity.”

“I booked my flight here that very night. I wasn’t going to stay in that goddamn city with whatever the HELL that thing was. I don’t want to end up like Hunter. I don’t want it to wear my skin.”

“It will, though. I know it will and it scares me more than anything in the world. And I know I can’t escape it, either.”

“It followed me here. I saw it. It was still grinning at me and it was still. Wearing. Hunter’s. Skin. The shadow that was cast over it made it so I could only see the whites of it’s eyes....its teeth.”

“I don’t want to die.”

#txt #oc fic #tma sona #tma oc #avatar of the stranger #ITS BEEN SO LONG SINCE IVE WRITTEN FIC...PLS BE NICEYS

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ROOM SERVICE 101 ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ KIM JUNGWOO

✦ pairing: kim jungwoo x fem! reader

✦ summary: You have had enough of the hellhole that is your workplace, opting to leave and book a hotel to get some nice relaxation. Little did you know, that you would soon find a different kind of comfort when your eyes are set on a handsome hotel worker...

✦ genre: smut, fluff, crack

✦ warning: straight up smut with no actual plot, reader is horny, sexual content (minors dni)

"He was all pissed after I cursed him out." You gloated, struggling to handle your luggage that were tripping on the stairs. "You should've seen his face when I threw the paperworks all over the floor before walking off."

Your friend, Ryujin, on the other line gushed in amusement, shocked that you were capable of finally standing up to your boss. Her words of encouragement only fueled in your happiness, all those pent-up frustations being released. Relentlessly working under the shitty company made you uptight, having had the workplace suck the life out of you.

It was then that you snapped when you had enough of their mistreatment, realising that you were getting paid half less than the new male employee, despite working extra hours.

To celebrate your freedom, you decided to plan a trip for yourself. Having booked a local hotel last minute and was thankfully able to slot an available room. Sure, it was a drastic plan but considering you couldn't even remember the last time you had gotten the light of day to enjoy some time alone after being buried in your work, you would say it is well-deserved.

"I'll call you back later. I'm checking in soon."

Ending the call after your goodbye's, you began making your way inside the building. The sliding door automatically open as you walked up to it. You were hit with the smell of sandalwoon, citrus scent. The luxurious marble tiled floor clicked against your heels as you head for the reception to collect your keycard.

"Excuse me, miss. Do you need some assistance?" A deep voice called beside you.

Turning around, you were greeted with a warm, dimpled smile. His brown eyes stared back at you with such warmth as his brown locks were neatly gelled up, his work uniform making him look as handsome as ever.

You had never been entranced by a man's beauty.

It seemed as if you had taken a little too long at answering him as he began calling out to you again, gently as ever. Waving his hand politely in front of your face as you were in awe with his presence, "Hello? Miss?"

"U-Uh yes! I do need help!" You eagerly replied, taking a step forward only to exaggerate your clumsiness as you purposely tripped over your baggage.

He was quick to catch you, hand gripping on you forearm while the other at your lower back, helping you maintain your balance.

"Are you alright, miss?"

You batted your eyelash, staring up at him with the most innocent look you could muster. Pushing yourself near him as your breast touched his chest, cleavage slightly expose as you thanked him. You could see him take a nervous gulp before uttering a 'no problem', hesitantly removing his hold on you as he made his way towards your baggage.

You smirked when you realised that he was easily flustered by your act, taking a mental note for next time. Following suit as he began pushing your luggage while carrying your bag in the other.

Like a gentleman, he pressed the elevator button and motioned for you to go in before he went in himself. You were glad that your room was at the highest floor, which gave you extra time to talk to the attractive worker.

"So, how long have you worked here?" You attempted at making a conversation.

He looked at you confused before awkwardly replying, "Um, a couple of months."

"Ah, so you're new here." You pushed on.

"Yes, miss." He said curtly.

"So what's your name, pretty boy?" You boldly asked, watching as his eyes widened for a fraction of a second before he cleared his throat.

"It's Jungwoo."

You were beginning to get frustated with his short responses, desperately wanting to see him crack. When there was a sudden bump in the elevator, you smiled secretly as you made a plan, intentionally bumping against him as you make him lose his balance. The hold on your bag became loose as he fell to the ground with you on top of him.

Your bodies were pressed against each other, it didn't help when you began to sit on top of him, basically straddling him.

"Oh gosh, I'm so sorry. I don't know why I'm so clumsy today." You said meekly, your hand coming up to touch his chest to push yourself up.

You could feel him tense under your touch, which was something that immediately went to his cock. He cursed silently when he realised he was having a boner, moving onto his side so that you weren't able to see.

"Are you hard, right now?"

Dang it!

"Uh- no, of course not!" He attempted to remain composed, bending down to pick up your stuff.

He was more fidgety, but before you could further execute your plan, the elavator door slide open. He was quick in fastening his steps, with you struggling to trail behind. As he made his way to your room, he waited patiently as you walked towards him. Sliding your keycard, a light ding was heard before you opened the door. He carried your belongings before placing them beside your bed.

Before he could walk out, you grabbed onto his hands, stopping him. You placed a tip on his opened hand before you begin to wander your fingers around his neck, his eyes shakily stared back at yours, holding himself back from doing something he might regret.

Pulling him down to your level, you whispered against his ear. "I'll see you around, Jungwoo."

He shivered at your sultry tone before you let go of your hold, bowing his head politely and taking his leave, embarassment flooding his face as he was left to fix his personal issue.

After that incident, he swore to himself that he would never see you again, embarassing himself was one thing but if you had tried to hit on him a moment too longer, he would've lose all his self-control. Unfortunately, he had underestimated your persistence.

Seeing you struggle to carry your shopping bags as you walked inside the building, he was tempted to pretend he didn't see your presence. However, the piercing look he received from his manager told him that he shouldn't take the risk. Offering his manager a brief nod as he made his towards you, mentally preparing himself.

Once your gaze was locked into his, he saw the same glimmering mischief under them, knowing exactly what was going on through your mind. You were like an open book, and that was exactly what you intended to come across. You wanted Jungwoo to take you, and you'd be damned if someone were to hold you back from doing so.

"Do you need help, miss." His customer voice spoke out, much to your dismay.

You could pout as you gave him a nod, rubbing your shoulders as if it was sore. "Yes, I'm getting kinda tired. Thank you, Jungwoo."

He gulped from the way you mentioned his name, your cheery voice echoed in his head, loving the way you spoke his name. Wishing he could hear it when you moan... wait, what?

Gently taking your stuff, the both of you made your way towards the elavator. Jungwoo's head was spinning, anxiously waiting for your next move. A part of him felt slightly weak on the knees, thinking about what he could do to you. However, throughout the elavator ride, you were silent, not initiating any conversation.

Jungwoo felt a sudden wave of disappointment, thinking that you weren't interested as you were before. Taking the step first, he uttered.

"You know," He began, which made you perked up, "I told you my name but I never knew yours."

"That's because you never ask." You teased.

"Well, I guess this is my way of asking you."

He didn't know how he got the sudden confidence from but he certainly wasn't complaining, loving the way you looked at him with a curled smile. Those lips that he so deeply wanted to savour... stop it!

He heard you utter your name, the words rolling off of your tongue sent shivers down his spine. He can't help but repeat it again, his voice turned into whispers, as if he was doing something scandalous.

You smirked, knowing that you had gotten him wrapped under your fingers.

Just then, the elevator dinged and soon it slide open. You walked away, with Jungwoo trailing behind. Light shuffling could be heard as your shopping bags clashed against each other, as you motioned for him to go inside your room.

Setting aside your bags on the bed, Jungwoo had carelessly toss the last bag onto the side, causing it to topple on the ground. Uttering a string of apologies, his words got cut off with a shocked expression, seeing the items that were dropped.

A certain purple-coloured toy that caught his eye.

Or rather, a dildo.

He quickly grabbed the items that were dropped and shoved it inside the paper bag, his eyes refusing to look at yours as he was once again, flooded with embarassment.

You, on the other hand, could only giggle in amusement, which was something that didn't went overheard by Jungwoo, whose face was beet red by now.

"Oh, relax." You waved off, "It's not something you haven't seen before."

Jungwoo paused and turned around to face you.

"Unless, you haven't watched porn, that is." You said, taking a step towards him, "Which I highly doubt."

He cleared his throat, wanting the tense atmosphere to go away. You gently caressed his shoulder, taking a step further as he was making no attempt to move away, trailing your hands down to his chest. You could hear him groan slightly at the contact. Lifting up on your toes, you leaned in towards him. Jungwoo, took that as a queue to hold onto your waist, gently stroking it up and down as his eyes bored into you with such lust. The both of you stared for what seemed like forever, part of Jungwoo's mind telling him to back away and apologise.

Though, he went for his other impulsive thought.

Fuck it!

Slamming his lips onto yours, a noise of suprise escaped your lips as you returned the same surging feeling. Teeth clashing as the sound of sloppy kisses echoed through the room. In no way were the both of you soft with the kiss, opting for a rather rough and sensual one. Moans were exchanged as the both of you fought for dominance, Jungwoo being the first to stick his thumb at your lower lip, causing you to open your mouth wide. Shoving his tongue as deep as he could, you were left in pure bliss as you let out a moan of pleasure, not caring how loud you could be.

Unfortunately, that made Jungwoo snapped back into reality as he reeled back in shock, removing himself from you. He felt his heart pang, guilty seeing your disappointed look but he needed to remind himself that you were a guest and what he did was unprofessional.

"I'm sorry." He said, uttering your name after. "I have to go." And with that, he ignored your calls as he walked away in shame.

"Dude, how'd you get so lucky?" Johnny's voice complained.

Currently on their break as the both of them sat comfortably at the back of the building, cigarettes in hand chatting away.

"I'm not! Do you know how hard it is for me to not embarass myself?" Jungwoo retaliated, punching the older for his comment.

"Oh, poor you." Johnny said sarcastically, "Do you know how often hot chicks would just throw themselves onto you." He fired back.

"Not that often, I guess." Jungwoo mumbled, scratching his head.

"Exactly! You need to take this opportunity to get laid." Johnny declared, a little too loudly that causes stares from a parent passing by, making them cover their child's ear.

"Dude!" Jungwoo shoved the older. "I'm so sorry about that."

The parents could only scoff at the two males before walking off.

"See, this is what I mean." He pointed towards the family, once they were out of sight. "We always get rude bitches as our guest. Don't you think it's a nice change for once?"

Jungwoo let Johnny's words sink inside his head carefully, and the more he thought about it, the more he realises how much his sexual desires are on the roof. You are one the most attractive people he has come across, and being so that you were openly flirting with him only made Jungwoo question your intentions.

Could you perhaps want to have sex with him?

His questions was soon left answered.

"Jungwoo, there's a guest in room 1902 in need of an extra towel. Could you deal with that?" His manager called him out, right after he was done with his break.

Usually, he would've been pissed if he was given a task right after but he had realised something the moment his manager uttered the room number. It was yours. He didn't know why he felt the sudden urge of excitement rushed through him, but he felt it regardless.

"Yes, sir."

With a towel wrapped neatly under his hands, he mentally prepared himself for the worst case scenario. Knocking lightly on the door, despite it being opened by the doorstopper. "Room service!"

His voice called out, uncertain laced in his tone, not entirely sure if was ready to face you.

"Come in!" Your voice muffled on the other side.

For a second, Jungwoo contemplated whether he should run away or dive head first to the situation. A part of his fantasies desperately wanted something to play out in his favour, while the other— slightly logical part of his brain told him to remain calm and just do his job.

With shaky breath, he twisted the knob and made his way in. Seeing you no where in sight, he heard the water running from the closed door of the bathroom. Once again, knocking against the bathroom door.

"You can come in!" Your voice said on the other said, water still running.

It was then that Jungwoo felt a break of sweat forming on his forehead, clammy hands reaching out to the door handle without saying a word.

There you were, completely bare, without a care of the world. Jungwoo eyes were almost buldged out of his socket, shocked evident in his face. You, on the other hand, walked towards him as if you weren't naked and wet from the shower. Striding with such confidence as you held your hand out expectantly.

Raising an eyebrow as you noticed that the taller male was making no attempt to hand you over the towel, his eyes shamelessly staring at your boobs, that were displayed out in the open. Clearing your throat loudly to gain the man's attention, he would only glanced towards your face, scanning your eyes.

You could tell he was in a dilemma, not knowing what to do. His poor brain was racking at the ridiculing situation. Deciding to tease him for a bit longer, you took a step forward and slowly inced your hand towards the towel. However, just as it slipped away from his hold, he grabbed it back harshly. The sudden force made you bump against him, he took that chance to wrapped his arms around your waist, finger gripping with such intensity that had you wincing. He didn't seem faze as his hungry gaze bored against your eyes, he licked his lips, a hint of uncertainty washed over him.

Sensing his neevousness, you decided to ease the male, opting to brush your hands against his arms. Smiling softly, that caused Jungwoo's heart to race even faster.

"You don't have to do this." Your voice whispered softly, "I know you don't want your job to be in jeopardy."

This was it.

This was the moment to determine what choice Jungwoo was going to make. You were giving him the option to back out. He could turn around and act like nothing had happened. It was safe to say that you were even willing to let it go.

But why was his heart making him stay?

He remembered Johnny's words replaying itself at the back of his mind.

You need to get laid.

And that is what he did.

"I have other things to worry about." He shook his head.

All of those built up tensions and the constant back and forth gets thrown out the damn window when he began chasing your lips. His hand cupping the back of your head as he pushed himself closer to your wet body, getting his clothes damped in the process.

But he didn't care.

Not when you let out the most alluding moan he has ever heard, only encouraging him to walk you back towards the shower.

Hastily removing his clothing piece by piece, with the help of your wandering hands. It was clear that the both of you were in need of a good fuck. You smiled in victory, finally achieving goal.

Once he was bare and naked as well, you began running your hands up and down his tone abs, leaving marks down his neck to his collarbone. The male shivered under your touch, groaning when you found his sensitive spot, you gripped his hair harshly, tugging his locks. The water under your heads, only made everything more erotic.

"A—Ah! Just like that! It feels so good!"

He began to moan, not caring how vulnerable he looked. Once you were done sucking his luscious skin, you began to notice the bruise it had formed, proudly admiring your work.

Gasping in suprise when his hands wrapped around your throat roughly, his gripped tightened when he saw the way your legs clenched together at his actions. Positioning his things in the middle of your private area, he forced it opened. The contact of his contracting muscles on your core made you whimper, the sound driving Jungwoo's cock to rise up, his mind going haywire.

"Jungwoo, please. More, please!" Your voice begged, clutching onto his shoulder as your nails dugged under his skin.

"Ride my thighs first."

And that you did, bouncing yourself under his thighs as you let a string of moans escaped your mouth, his name escaping your lips like a mantra. The male could only guide you through your orgasm, letting you finish.

You shook under his touch, your orgasm nearing as you smashed your lips against his, spit swapping in the process as drool began dripping down your throat.

"I'm close— ah!" You pulled away, the familiar sense of euphoria came through.

Slumping yourself slightly, you looked into his eyes. "More, please!"

He chuckled, "You greedy whore. I haven't gotten to cum yet and here you are, wanting more."

"Let me suck your cock then."

"You have such a dirty mouth." Sticking his digits inside your mouth, watching the way you suck on it made him groan. "Go on, suck it."

Pulling you down by the shoulder as you obliged, knees falling as you stared at his hardening boner. Red and thick. Your mouth watered at the sight.

Opening your mouth wide, you began taking him in. He moaned at the filling of your mouth licking and sucking his cock, your hand stroking what you couldn't fit as your other hand massaged his balls. He leaned his hand on the wall, letting you do the work.

His eyes closed shut as he let out shaky breaths, his other hand coming up to grip on your hair. His hips snapped forwards, causing you to choke, too big for you to take. Blubbering mess you were, Jungwoo couldn't care less as he began to thrust himself onto your mouth.

"Yes! That's it, take my cum!"

String of white substance, obediently swallowing it. Stucking your tongue out as you showed Jungwoo, he scoffed playfully. Pulling you up and turning off the shower tap as he lead you to the bedroom.

It was then that you were tossed onto the bed, his body hovering over you. Kisses trailing down to your breast, he began sucking on your nipples. Your hand was about to grip onto his hair but he slammed it down, his hands trapping yours, preventing you from touching. He continued his ministration, teeth biting slightly on your hardening buds that had you squirming.

He began lowering himself further and soon, you felt him place wet kisses down your inner thigh. His eyes locked onto yours as he began to move towards your glistening cunt, sloppy kisses being placed on your pussy. He stuffed his face deeper, nose nudging your opening as he stuck two of his long slender finger inside, finding your sweet spot.

"Ah! Jungwoo, I can't take it!"

Pushing his head away, he only groaned at your actions, pushing his face closer to your sensitive spot, tongue slurping itself on your g-spot. Your legs began thrashing but was stopped when his hands slammed it open and wide, he continued to eat you out like a starved man.

Soon, you began to release, moaning his name aloud. He removed himself completely, and just when you thought you had finished, you heard a light buzz. Opening your tired eyes, you widened when you realised he was holding out the purple dildo you recently bought. With a cocky smile, he waved it around you mockingly.

"I wonder what you looked like when you used this."

Without warning, he began shoving the toy up your pussy, your cunt swallowing it with such ease.

"I—I can't take it anymore, I'm gonna come!"

But he didn't, in fact, he sped up the toy, causing it to vibrate faster under your tight hole. Only when you felt your next release, you felt the material being removed from you.

Letting out a whine at the lose of contact, you were shocked when he replaced it with his own hardening cock. Letting it slide against your tight hole, clenching around him immediately. You began wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as your hips arched forward.

"That feels good! Do that again!" He demanded, hand pulling your hips as he held it tighter.

Thrusting with such strenth, the bed bounced at the impact. The squeaking sound echoed through the room, but it was no louder compared to the moans the both of you let out, making out messily under the covers. Wet, sloppy sounds followed after and soon the both of you felt your orgasm nearing.

"I'm close!"

"M—Me too!"

And with that, the sense of pure bliss overcame the both of you, lying down beside you with a pant. The both of you let out a laugh, having had the pent-up desires finally fulfilled, gazing with such admiration. You realised how much your heart began to accelerate when you watched Jungwoo cleaned you up, his hands holding a towel as he gently wiped away the excess cum that dripped out. You couldn't help but cup his face to offer him a much passionate kiss, rather than the messy and rough ones that the both of you did before. He returned the kiss with just as much intensity, hands gripping you waist.

Before the both of you could take the moment further again, Jungwoo heard his phone dinged, indicating a message.

Johnny: 'Yo dude, our manager was looking for you.'

Johnny: 'You're lucky I saved your ass!'

Jonnhy: 'Get dressed and get back down here. Now.'

He chuckled at the text before replying, telling the older that he would be down soon, heading to the bathroom to collect his uniform and getting ready.

"Aw, you're leaving me already." You pouted, hands holding onto his neck as you pulled him down under the soft duvet covers.

He laughed at your neediness before placing a peck on your forehead, "I have to! We'll meet later on my next break."

"You promise you'll come?" You asked, your eyes staring back at him with such innocence that Jungwoo was in disbelief at how you managed to look at him like the both of you didn't just fuck a minute ago.

"Of course, baby." He cooed, which made you giggle.

"Well, in that case. Here's my number." You reached over the desk and handed him a piece of paper.

He stared at the small piece of note, smilling softly as you ushered him out. Giving him a flying kiss as you shut the door closed.

Jungwoo found himself smiling.

Call me ;)

You, on the other hand, felt more better than ever. Having had the shitty job left your mind completely, your mind could only think about the cute hotel worker you just banged, a part of you hoping it could lead to something more...

"Dude, is that a hickey?!" Johnny's voiced called out in shock.

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Clementines

college!steve harrington x f!oc

part of the girl boy universe

a/n | thank you to darling orange peel anon, there's no warnings on this one, just a lot of love :')

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2005

“Steve, can you peel this for me?”

“Yeah, let me see.” Young knees, small knees, smeared with dirt and an errant band-aid, bend and curve right next to his, sitting down close on the porch step. Late in the day, the sun starting to drip and falter, warm orange melt that’s washing the backyard in syrupy light, the summer heat starting to cool.

“What’s this about you calling me Steve, huh?” He tries to ask it casual, hands making careful work of the clementine she gave to him, because he knows she likes it when he peels it all in one spiraling go. Mom doesn’t do it like you do, and yes, maybe he likes that a little too much.

“That’s your name.”

“Well, yeah, but I’m dad too. Always gonna be dad to you, babe.” Her eyes are watching his hands, a quiet mmmmokay, though it’s clear she’s a little more invested in the final flourish of the peel, all in one go.

“Thank you, Steve.” He tries hard not to sigh at that.

“Gonna share with me?”

“I guess.” With all the brass and bluster of an uptight heiress humoring a plebe, though she still offers him a segment, still sitting so close that her elbow is hooked over his knee. They sit in an easy silence for a while, the scent of citrus lingering and mixing with sunscreen, sun-worn after a day outside, lulling in a faint haze of cicada song and shimmering heat. Maybe a little delirious from the sweet simmer, he could swear they’re being joined by angels, a halo of fierce setting sun around them as they tromp through the tall grass toward the porch.

“Daddy, look what I found!” Sometimes still unsure on her legs, bumbling and brashing and the younger of their pair. She looks just like Andy when she’s excited, he thinks, same smile, same eyes, holding out a small palmful of rocks to show him. Lately, he has gotten very good at getting excited about rocks, oohing and awing, squinting up to Andy, knowing smiles passed between them. They got Violet a rock tumbler at the start of the summer and she seems to find something every day to put in it, lining her polished treasures up on the windowsill in her room.

“Nice finds, babe, this one is really pretty.” There’s a brief squabble when the older of the pair plucks one of the rocks out of the younger’s hands, little whine, little snit that they’re quick to soothe and smooth. Andy sits down on the other side of him on the steps, presses a quick kiss to the corner of his jaw before producing another clementine from the pocket of her overalls, an easy enough distraction, if you ask nicely daddy’ll peel it for you, Vi. And then the sweetest, smallest, daddy, peel it for me, please, somewhere between question and command, and he’s never saying no to that, not ever. And so Violet stands with small hands on his knees, watching rapt as he makes easy work of the peel, something he already knows he’s going to miss, someday, older, and no longer believing in this easy magic. Andy reaches behind him in the meanwhile, gentle palm between Margot’s shoulder blades and you alright over there? And when Margot answers with an easy yeah, mom, Steve scoffs, just a little dramatic as he hands Violet her clementine, perfectly peeled.

“Oh, so she gets to be mom, but I’m Steve? How you wound me.” Already embarrassing, but he’ll still take it when Margot groans, rolls her eyes, looks like Andy then too, with an ugh, dad. Already too cool for him and yes, if anyone’s asking, he’s dreading the high school years.

“Will you peel one for me, baby?”

“Do you have an endless supply of clementines in your pockets, or are you just happy to see me?”

“I’m afraid this is my last one, but I’ll share it with you.”

“Well, in that case.” As he’s peeling the third and final clementine, Violet offers the last segment of hers to Margot, a simple enough exchange that still makes his heart swoop in a lovely way, the both of them taking off afterward to go look for caterpillars, one of their few shared passions.

He and Andy watch their girls roam the backyard as they share the last of the fruit, hands brushing hands, quiet and sweet. Three coiled peels are slumped next to him on the step, all perfect, all in one go. And at first, he isn’t sure what she’s doing, taking his hand in hers, though it clicks, quick, when she places his palm over her stomach, a nervous smile jumping in the corners of her mouth.

“Really?”

“I think so, took a test this morning.”

“Oh honey.” Wonder, perfect, preening wonder, and he’s already surging toward her to press a kiss dissolving in laughter to her lips, Andy breathing out a haughty we’ve got to stop, two was insane enough, but three? We’re goners, baby and not meaning it, at all, because they’re both smiling so big and nothing but warm, fingers still stained and scented with citrus, whispering love, whispering wonder to each other.

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1991

“Here, let me, I have a trick for it.” They should be studying, really. Finals loom, just a few more weeks, but the slow creep of senioritis, coupled with a beautiful stretch of weather, is making this last sprint to the finish awfully difficult. It seems like just about everyone is out on the quad today, in various states of undress, tank tops and shorts and bare feet on sprawled-out blankets. Andy lays next to him on their respective patch of grass, on her stomach, bare feet poised and swinging in the air, with her head propped in her hand, eyebrows raising over the tops of her sunglasses. She rolls the clementine she had been picking at into his hand, shifting onto her side to watch him work at it.

“You know what Eddie told me?’’

“What?”

“He’s not wearing anything under his robe for graduation.”

“Jesus Christ, he’s telling everyone that.”

“I told him I support his endeavors.”

“Don’t encourage him, he’ll just up the ante, and I’d rather not deal with my parents getting flashed by one of my best friends.”

“He wouldn’t.”

“Knowing Eddie, I wouldn’t rule anything out.” She laughs, oh please, Steve, still watching his hands as he finishes his work, leaving the peel in one long spiral, a simple pleasure.

“Hmm, impressive, bet you show that trick to all the girls.” Waggle of her eyebrows, though her snark is softened by her offering half of the clementine back to him. He grins with a sweet sour slice held between his molars, squinting in the bright haze of sun and warmth.

“Only the ones I really like, honey.”

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this time i finished a book and wrote some psych au and caught up on a shit ton of fic, and yet i still almost put the wrong banner on here. happy reading!

masterlist.

Set In Platinum by cricketnationrise

“So,” Alex says, plopping down on Henry’s couch. “You said some things on my channel are more achievable with a partner.” Or, The camboy!Alex sequel.

diamonds are forever by rizcriz

Henry shakes his head. “James Bond is fictional.” Alex raises his eyebrows. “But . . . ?” Gaze slipping to the ceiling, Henry nods once. “It is not . . .” He says, making a face as his eyes meet Alex’s again. “Dissimilar to James Bond.” Alex nods. “So . . .” He trails off, the information still processing. It’s a bit like his mind is buffering as he makes sense of it. It’s so little information, yet so much all at once. Like someone’s thrown an encyclopedia at his head and given him a cliff notes explanation expecting him to know it word for word. “That would mean—I’m dating James Bond?” He blinks, sitting up straight. “Oh my god,” he exclaims with sudden realization. “I’m a Bond Girl.”

Happiness I Seek by MayQueen517

A sick day in the Brownstone === “It really must be serious if you’re admitting you’re sick,” Henry says, grinning weakly when Alex groans, shoving at him.

the clementine thing by saintlynomenclature

And, really, it doesn’t matter whether or not Alex explains it to Liam and the rest of his friends. They’ve never really discussed it between themselves through the years. Slowly, Alex had gone from asking Would you please peel this for me? to Please? to silently extending the citrus without any comment at all, just a soft smile. It’s one of the things that make them Alex-and-Henry; the silent conversations and the contentment in each other’s company. Now, as Alex starts to flourish through his position on the lacrosse team, his slew of AP classes, and his role in student government, getting him to slow down at all is a feat. The only way that Henry can do it, guaranteed, is by one of those innocuous little fruits. There’s nothing Alex can’t do—surely, he could peel a fucking orange if he felt so inclined—but Henry delights in being able to do this for him. - Five times Henry shares a clementine with Alex, and one time Alex returns the favor

(Not) A Cinderella Story by LolaLand

Henry is very much a prince. Alex is very much not a princess. OR Prince Henry isn't a fan of royal duties, and Alex isn't a fan of the monarchy (or their non-disclosure agreements).

our world, mine and his alone (the midnight train to go) by firenati0n

The posh accent hit Alex first, and he felt something curl in his gut. One of his amygdala brain worms did a little wiggle. He was unprepared for what was to come. A pair of criminally long legs entered his vision, effectively vaporizing most of the brain worms (that's a first), except for the ones slowly starting to chant shoulders and thighs and hair and legs and thighs and Alex couldn’t do a goddamn thing to stop his increasingly horny train of thought. All trains had left the station. Or, Alex asks a stranger to crack his back like a glow stick. Or, an overnight train meet-cute.

A Little Space to Think by allmylovesatonce

A surprise visitor sends Alex into a spiral about his future, specifically, his future with Henry.

I kiss the photo every night so you are in bed with me after all by imaginentertain

Following the election, the boys are back on their relative continents and back to their lives. And it sucks. It may only be a month until New Year's but things are different now: they're out to the world, Alex is the official suitor of the Prince, and they're talking about New York and the Brownstone and Law School. Alex misses Henry. Out loud. He's allowed. "Sure you'll find something to keep you busy." Henry will regret saying that. Probably.

of hubris and fowl by maxbegone

"The bird fucking bit me," Alex tells her before she can get a word out. June blinks. "What?" "And I'm bleeding." "What?" She repeats. Alex just holds up his hand, the bundle of tissues now somewhat sticking to his wound. "Alex," she starts, exasperated, "what the actual fuck?" On the evening of Wednesday, November 27th, 2019, the First Son of the United States, Alexander Claremont-Diaz, sustained minor injuries after contact with a wild turkey. Out of abundance of caution, Mr. Claremont-Diaz was transported to Walter Reed Medical Center for evaluation and treatment, as is protocol after contact with a wild animal. Or, Alex is dramatic, (definitely) antagonizes a turkey, and everyone thinks he's overreacting.

Trying My Patience (Try Pink Carnations) by chamel

Unfortunately for him, the only things more beautiful than Alex himself are Alex’s cakes. He’s the most in-demand cake artist in the city, and as such he books a lot of weddings. Many of the very same weddings that simply must also have Fox Florals arrangements for their centrepieces. Weddings like, apparently, this one. (Or, Henry the florist and Alex the cake artist are forced to collaborate last minute at a wedding job, make a mess, and learn some things about each other in the process.)

Balls to the Wall by inexplicablymine

“He looks kind of like a cross between a sickly Victorian orphan and the personification of the bubonic plague. I feel like I should be walking in with a Medico Della Peste plague mask and a stick,” Alex says into the phone while wearing his version of a hazmat suit (last week's sweats that need to be laundered expeditiously). He looks out into the carnage of his sleeping bedridden roommate in dismay. So maybe he doesn't need to rob a bank, but robbing a Starbucks for Henry’s happiness might be in order. He rips off the rubber gloves and grabs his shoes. “Fuck it, we ball.” Or Alex is willing to go to great lengths in order to make Henry happy, great lengths indeed.

We'll Get Together Then by absoluteaudacity

5+1 times Oscar was a good dad to Henry (ft. Abuelo Oscar)

cherry shampoo and a kiss or two by viciouslyqueer

“You underestimate my stubbornness,” Alex says defiantly with a small smile. “Plus, I really need to wash my hair because it’s downright filthy, I just... can’t bring myself to actually leave the bed and do it.” Henry hums thoughtfully, a plan forming in his head; he can do something about this. He leans down to press a kiss on Alex’s forehead. “I’ll be right back.” — Alex is on his period. Henry takes care of him.

i'm in the back seat (of my body) by stevefuckingharrington

He pulls out his phone for a moment. Google’s “voice fine but can’t make myself talk” and then adds ‘ADHD’ on the end for good measure. He scrolls and few moments later he finds it. Going nonverbal is like walking barefoot on pins and needles when everyone else but me came prepared with steel-toed boots. Alex clicks off his phone and tosses it on the bedside table. Maybe, he thinks, he should’ve got that autism assessment. (or, sometime between christmas and new year, alex goes nonverbal during a party.)

Room For Rent (Sex Dungeon Not Included) by everwitch

When Alex comes, he only knows two things: that he’s good, and that he’s Henry’s. And that’s all he needs to know. Alex’s housemate has a sex dungeon. It’s pretty much exactly what you’d expect; whips and bondage gear and a chair that looks like something a gynecologist would have use for. Alex, being the chill, sex-positive guy he is, is of course extremely cool with this. Totally normal about it. Enthusiastically supportive, even. But as Alex watches Henry invite a steady stream of men into his dungeon, he develops one tiny little issue with the arrangement: he desperately wants to take their place.

love's a game (wanna play?) by theprinceandagcd

“Fuck, marry, kill?” Alex suggests, mostly joking. Nora kicks gently at his thigh. “That could be fun.” “Wait, I was ki-” “Celebrities only or are we allowing real people?” Probably-Samantha poses. “Celebrities are real people, Samantha,” Pez says. Alex pushes down the rush of satisfaction that he had remembered her name correctly. “Non-celebrities should be fair game,” Alex insists, and Henry’s gaze meets his before quickly darting away. There’s a slight flush to his cheeks, like maybe the drink in his hand isn’t his first. Or second, even. Jesus, his face is pink. --- aka, FMK as a plot device

Palatial by floatingaway4

With a smirk, Alex holds out his other hand, palm up. “I’m not giving you twenty dollars,” Henry says with a laugh. “We had a bet, sweetheart.” Henry grabs Alex’s outstretched hand and pulls him in for a quick kiss. “You had a bet. I ignored you.” “I really thought we were gonna get all the way through this one without her saying ‘palatial’ but she pulled it out right at the last minute.” He slides a finger into the belt loop of Henry’s jeans and yanks him close. “You know, I really do forget, every once in a while, that you’re a prince. Good thing I have the New York real estate market to remind me.”

Seven Minutes in Heaven (Reversed) by TheAmberFox

'Tell him, you idiot,' Nora mouths at him, and Alex grimaces. He’s been over it with Nora so often and somehow, she is convinced that there’s a 99% chance that Henry would react positively. Alex can’t see it. He can’t even see 1%. Ever since they’ve started college together, Henry’s not dated at all. He has talked about the women his family has tried to push on him as “reasonable matches” though. Alex, on the other hand, has tried distributing his attention equally throughout the dating pool and failed miserably. How can he focus on anyone else when Henry – the sole object of his heart’s desire – is right there? If Liam could see him now, he’d probably laugh his head off.

Once I get a taste by clottedcreamfudge

“Please,” Alex begs, on fire with a clawing desperate need. “Fuck, please, I’ll do anything. Henry.” Henry, entire body rigid with tension, slowly shakes his head. Alex sees his mouth – red from where Alex has been kissing him, biting him, well on his way to eating Henry alive – form the word no, even though he can’t hear it past the blood rushing in his ears. Then Henry turns and leaves, and Alex digs his fingers into the cheap plywood of his own desk as he tries desperately not to fall to the floor. Which is not, as it turns out, where this story starts.

Sweet Dreams of Holly and Ribbon by villageidiot

He falls asleep on the loveseat, Nora and June curled up on the couch across from him, as a terrible Hallmark Christmas film plays in the background. It’s the fourth night of sleeping alone—Henry taking care of some business back in the palace—and he’d rather wake up cold and cramped across from the two of them than alone in his own bed. That’s how Alex falls asleep. That is not how he wakes up.

maybe take me into your room by smc_27

“This is kinda boring, ma.” She pats him on the cheek, leans in a little closer, and says, “Find something to do, darlin’. You live here. You can’t leave.” She’s not exactly right, but he isn’t going to argue. Plus, her main advisor, Zahra, comes over. Alex is already a little afraid of her, so he doesn’t feel the need to draw attention to himself by smarting off at the mouth. She’s still talking to him when he spots this really beautiful guy about his age, and fuck, wow. Okay. “Not him,” his mom says into his ear, and he doesn’t even… Look, if she knows about the few guys he made out with at parties in Madrid last year when the opportunity arose, this is the first he’s hearing of it. “His dad is the British ambassador. I can’t have you breaking hearts and causing an international incident.” OR: Ellen Claremont is the US ambassador to Canada. Arthur Fox is the British Ambassador to Canada.

All the Lonely Starbucks Lovers by @kiwiana-writes

“That floor doesn’t look like it’s very comfortable on your knees, is all.” Henry leans forward, scooping out a piece of brownie that got under the counter, somehow. “I wouldn’t worry about that—my knees are quite used to it, I assure you.” A ringing silence follows this pronouncement, during which Henry focuses very hard on opening a trap door directly into hell with the power of his mind. Or, five times Henry puts his foot in his mouth in front of his customer crush, and one time he puts his dick in his customer crush's mouth instead doesn't.

treading water in the deep, just waiting for the tides to meet by anincompletelist

Alex can’t remember his first words. He can’t recall the melody to the lullaby his parents often sang at his bedside to get him to sleep, nor the name of his sister’s imaginary friend that they had tea parties with on the floor of her bedroom. But he knows they existed. That it all happened and that each of those little, seemingly insignificant moments had built him up and formed him into the person he is today, even if he can’t recall every one of them perfectly. But he can remember, as clear as if it’d been only moments ago, the day that he found out what the red band around his wrist meant, imprinted underneath his skin with a small gap right over his pulsepoint, waiting for the day the ends would meet.

Dream a Little Dream Of Me by affectionatelyrs

They’re no longer in the garden. There’s no grass, no flowers, no fireflies. Only stars—hundreds upon hundreds of them in an otherwise vast sea of darkness, dazzling and twinkling and here. “How—” “They came here for you,” Alex says, his voice light. “It’s what you desired. So, I asked them to come and shine. Just for you.” “But won’t the world need them?” Alex shrugs and simply says, “You need them more.” - Or, Five times Alex visits Henry in his dreams during his dark days, and one time he does so in the real world (and stays)

love left a permanent mark by HypnosTheory

Henry clears his throat and answers again. “I’m a bit nervous. About the needles.” “Thank you for telling me,” Alex says, voice dipping low. Henry wouldn’t move from his spot on the couch if the apartment was on fire. “People aren’t afraid of the needle. They’re afraid of the pain. But you’re not scared of that, right?” -- Henry decides to get a tattoo. It comes with more than one kind of aftercare. (Finale to the only thing on my mind series)

say you'll see me again (even if it's just in your wildest dreams) by coffeecatsme

“You should ask her to dance.” She nudges Alex, and Alex pretends there isn’t a flush rushing up to his face. He opens his mouth to mention every single fucking reason dancing with the blonde is a bad idea—she looks about a foot taller than Alex, objectively uncomfortable for some fucking reason, and Alex is against royalty on, like, principle—but then June nudges him again with widened eyes. “Come on. You know you want to, and I’m sure she’d appreciate it. None of the other fuckers are asking her because of how tall she is.” For a moment, Alex glares at her. Then, he downs his champagne, shoves it in June’s face and tries to smooth his jacket. “You fucking owe me, June,” he says and ignores the brilliant smile that appears on her face. “Don’t act so fucking upset about it.” Or, 5 times Henry is too scared to come out to Alex and 1 time Alex gives him the courage. Or, 6 times Alex slowly falls in love with Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, for exactly who he is.

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