#and like…. just left to live on their pillow for a month. no obligation. no cell phone. just rest

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#g/t #giant tiny #i genuinely do think my life would b better if i was absconded with by w giant #and like…. just left to live on their pillow for a month. no obligation. no cell phone. just rest #give me a can of spam and just put me in a hamster cage for two weeks bitch i need a VACATION #so much stuff has happened lately. ya boi is TIRED

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That's What I Thought

Relationship: Hatake Kakashi x fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit - Minors DNI

Warnings: smut, rough sex, rough oral sex, spanking, vaginal fingering, praise kink, blow jobs, cum swallowing, choking, overstimulation, POV reader

Word Count: 6.1k

Summary: You ask Kakashi not to hold back, and he is all too happy to oblige.

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Waiting for Kakashi to return from a long mission was torture.

It was one thing when you still lived separately; able to focus on things in your own space and get your mind off the dangers he might be facing. But you had been living with the Copy Ninja for a few months now, and this mission was the longest he had been away since you’d moved in.

The mission wasn’t exactly dangerous—accompanying a party delivering a message to the Hidden Stone—but there were always risks when shinobi left the village.

Plus, the apartment still felt more like his than it did both of yours. You had only worked in a few of your own touches: some of your favorite sweet snacks tucked beside the health food in his cupboards, your one house plant you had managed to keep alive sitting on the windowsill, your toothbrush next to his by the bathroom sink. But the overall furnishings and décor were still Kakashi’s, and it felt strange to occupy this space without him for so long.

You collapsed on your stomach on the bed, feeling lonely and a little bit needy. You missed your silver-haired sweetheart, and he wasn’t due back for another two days.

The bright orange spine of a worn Icha Icha paperback on the bookshelf caught your eye. There wasn’t much in this world that struck up an image of the Copy-nin quite like one of the raunchy romance novels he could be spotted reading all over Konoha. Just reaching for the book and bringing it closer made you feel like he was closer too.

You had read it before, though not nearly as many times as Kakashi had. But still, you knew the flow of the story well enough to flip through the book to find the particular part you were looking for. Once you had it, you grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed and stuffed it under your hips, propping up your butt as you settled in to read. You just wanted to feel the pressure beneath you for some semblance of intimacy to satisfy you until Kakashi was back home.

You just had no idea that would be happening before you even got to the end of the chapter.

You didn’t hear the door open—didn’t hear his footsteps as he padded to the doorway of the bedroom.

You didn’t hear him at all. Not until he spoke.

“Don’t you dare move.”

Your body jerked in surprise, your heart racing as you looked back at him. “Kakashi? You’re back early!”

“I am,” he agreed in a level tone, taking the few steps necessary to bring his feet to the spot on the floor directly behind you.

He reached out and grabbed two handfuls of your ass. You yelped as he hooked his hands around you, yanking you back a little, your back arching to present your ass. “Mmmm do you just lie around like this when I’m not around to enjoy it?”

“And what if I do?” you teased, wiggling your hips.

He growled, climbing onto the bed and covering your body with his own. “Then I’d better take advantage of this opportunity while I have it.” He yanked your panties down, then rubbed the palm of his hand over the soft skin he’d exposed. His back pressed into you as he leaned closer, his teeth nipping at your neck. “Are you going to be good for me?”

“Yes,” you breathed, already eager to please.

Kakashi lifted his hand from your ass, only to land a sharp smack on the direct center of your right butt cheek. “Then why aren’t these legs spread yet?”

You quickly shifted your knees just enough to grant him easier access. “That’s my good girl.” He reached forward between your legs, using two fingers to spread your entrance open, toying with your folds.

You trembled as you felt his fingertip circle your clit. “Fuck, Kakashi…”

He removed his fingers and sucked them clean before lifting off your back. You could hear as his clothes piled on the floor. “You might want to hold onto something.” You turned to look at him, eyes wide and cheeks pink at the sight of him standing at the foot of the bed, stroking his cock. “You’re about to take all of this, beautiful. So get ready, because I’m not going easy on you.”

You felt a tremor as your arousal built between your legs. “I don’t want you to go easy on me,” you smirked. “I want you to be rough.”

“Fuck,” he growled. He wrapped his hands around your upper thighs and gripped, then pulled you back to press his hips against you, his aching dick poised to split your wet cunt in half. He moaned as he rubbed himself along you, his voice vibrating deep in his throat. “That’s what you want, baby?”

While he hadn’t ever treated you like some fragile piece of glass, you knew he was still nervous about being as rough as he sometimes wanted to be. He cherished the typical affectionate, tender way he usually made love to you, favoring positions where he could look in your eyes, kiss you, and feel as much of your body against his as possible.

But some days, he just had a different look in his eye, like he was desperate to go absolutely feral on your body. And although that look easily aroused you beyond the point where it was obvious to the perceptive jōnin, he still had a bad habit of holding himself back or apologizing for—in his mind—going too far. But you’d finally talked about it, and now, having made it clear to him that he was more than welcome to indulge himself, you couldn’t wait to see what he would do.

“Mhmm.” You blinked your wide doe eyes at him, feeling your body tremble in anticipation of everything he was about to do to you.

His eyes stayed on yours for an extra second. You knew his Sharingan was looking you over for any signs of unease or discomfort, but you also knew he wouldn’t find a thing.

Apparently satisfied with what he saw, Kakashi suddenly dug his fingers into your hips and yanked you backward, impaling you on the full length of his cock.

You screamed and instinctively tried to scramble away, reaching for the pillow and trying to pull your hips forward. He chuckled a low laugh. “I told you to hold onto something.”

He quickly slid you forward, pulling you almost all the way off, just to yank you back again. He slammed you along his length repeatedly, fucking himself with your submissive body. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room. “Ohhh your little pussy feels so good,” he growled, bringing you back with more force than he’d ever dared use on you before.

“Ah! Ah!” You could only yelp with every move he made you make. “Ka-AH!”

“Mmmm, you look so good right now, bent so perfectly for me to fuck into.” He leaned over you, biting into your shoulder. The sensation was so intense everywhere he was touching you. Your eyes rolled back in your head, overwhelmed by all the stimulation.

He used his chest to push you down into the mattress. His left hand reached around the front of you to rub your clit while his right grabbed your throat. No longer able to manipulate you along his stationary cock, he began pumping into you like an animal, grunting into your ear.

“You’re such a sweetheart,” he groaned, “letting me do whatever I want to you. Such a sweet, pretty girl for me with such a soft, warm pussy.”

“Kuh—Kashi!”

“Mmmm you were made to take my cock, weren’t you, baby?”

You gasped and choked, his hold on your throat just tight enough to restrict your ability to properly speak.

“I asked you a question,” he scolded you, rubbing your clit harder—hard enough to make you see stars. “I expect an answer. Was this pretty pussy made to take my cock, or wasn’t it?”

A pathetic cry escaped your throat, your entire body trembling. “Ngh—YES!” you cried out, feeling yourself precariously close to cumming. “K-kashi yes!”

He hummed, his callused fingers continuing to abuse your bundle of nerves. “That’s what I thought.”

You shrieked, pulled over the edge by the assured tone of his voice and his relentless use of your body. You felt your walls clench in on him, a spark of pleasure almost too intense radiating through you.

“Are you cumming already?” he smirked. “That’s so cute.”

You writhed under him, waiting for him to slow down and ease you through. But he didn’t; not even a little. In fact, his hips started moving somehow even faster, fucking you deep into the mattress as you tried and failed to recover from your climax.

“Mmmmm, it feels so good when you tighten in on me like that.”

You babbled incoherently. The aftershocks of your orgasm were finally subsiding, although he was still lighting all your nerves with every deep, harsh thrust. You wanted more, despite the sharp pleasure still washing over you. He was just so fucking sexy like this. You would take him for as long as he wanted.

“You like it when I fuck you like this?” he smirked, fingers rolling your clit in a tight trap. “Hm, yeah you do.”

“Ka…Kashi…” you tried to focus, but he was pounding into you so fiercely and abusing your clit so intensely, all you could do was pant and take it.

“Does that feel good, baby? Am I making you feel good?”

You furiously nodded. It felt better than good. Incredible. So fucking good, you wished the two of you had tried this way sooner. The trust you felt for him—knowing he was vigilantly watching for any signal you needed him to slow down or stop, even while fucking you into oblivion—made it so that you could fully enjoy the primal way he just took you.

He was absolutely merciless, his thick cock splitting you open as his fingers claimed your throat and clit. You felt warm puffs of his breath on your neck as he kissed and nibbled at your jaw.

The sounds of the room were deafening. His bedframe was creaking under the strain, despite your body taking the brunt of the force. When he wasn’t saying depraved things in your ear, he kept audible with low, throaty groans and grunts. His skin was slapping into yours, sounding absolutely filthy with the sound of his cock sliding back and forth along your slick cavern.

“You’re mine,” he growled, panting in your ear. “You belong to me.”

You were heaving and panting like an animal in heat, your eyes fluttering closed as he adjusted just enough to start directly plowing into the spongy area behind your clit. He was attacking your most sensitive area from both outside and inside, and you didn’t stand a chance.

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as he made you cum again. You could only squeal out pathetic noises, broken whimpers filling the room as your vaginal muscles spasmed around his cock.

“Again?” he smiled. “I didn’t realize I was fucking you that good. It’s like you’ve been waiting all day to cum on this cock.”

“Gods…” you groaned, finally coming down again. “Kashi…”

“I want to see your face,” he growled, his hands sliding from your body. You nearly collapsed without the support of his hold. But before you even had the chance, he slid out of your heat and flipped you onto your back. It was so quick, the sensation was dizzying. You huffed out a breath as your back hit the mattress, your head settled on the pillow.

“There’s my pretty girl,” Kakashi smirked down at you, kneeling on the mattress and pressing into the backs of your thighs with his legs. His wide palms held your knees in place, pushing them apart to lock eyes with you. “Now I can see the cute faces you make when I fuck you.”

He didn’t waste another second, lining you up at exactly the right spot for him to slide back inside of you. A high-pitched sound flew from your lips as he filled your compliant, welcoming body once more. He slipped his hands to grip the fronts of your thighs, bringing you back to bump the backs of your thighs into his hips as he pulled you in to meet his thrusts, the thick head of his cock bumping against your g-spot with deadly accuracy.

You couldn’t maintain even a shred of dignity, your eyes rolling back into your head as your tongue lolled out of your mouth. Your eyelids fluttered as you lost yourself in the overwhelming feeling of pleasure.

“Very good, sweetheart,” Kakashi purred, using his arms to hike your ankles to his shoulders. “That’s what I like to see.”

You grasped haphazardly at the sheets and pillow beneath you. All control of your body had been given over to him. You choked out whimpers as he impaled you on his dick again and again and again. The whole time, his speed and force didn’t falter for a second.

“Look at how well you take me. I love how eager you are for me.”

You regained a little control of yourself and looked up at him. He was watching himself disappear into you, completely mesmerized as your body adapted to accommodate him. Between the look on his face and the way he held himself, he looked so self-assured and gratified; it was easy to see how he’d earned a reputation for being cocky.

But you knew better. Where some saw narcissism or arrogance, you knew you were simply seeing a man who was proud to be doing his job well; to know his efforts were for the benefit of another: the village, another shinobi, the rare friend. But every once in a while, on occasions like these, his efforts benefitted himself. And as far as you were concerned, he deserved to make whatever self-satisfied face he damn-well pleased.

Those expressions were just for you, anyway. The curve of his mouth, the way his teeth sunk into his lower lip, the taut muscles in his neck. His cheeks, his nose, his jaw; his entire beautiful face that you wanted to cover in kisses: it was all for you. And being the object of his desire; the helpless little thing caught in the gravitational pull of this gorgeous, imposing man, letting himself loose and having you in every way he wanted?

Gods, there was nothing better.

His eyes slowly raked up your form, settling on your chest. He looked like a man possessed; his sole focus the way your breasts bounced with each powerful thrust. “Fuck, you’re so gorgeous,” he grunted, his fingers digging into your flesh as he spread your legs further. “I love watching your perfect tits bounce when I fuck you.”

Hearing him voice his voyeuristic desire made your breasts ache with need. He’d ignored them to this point; his attention concentrated solely on your lower body. But suddenly, it felt like you would scream if you didn’t feel his fingers on your breasts. “Touch me Kakashi,” you panted, arching your back to present your chest. “Please touch me.”

“Heh, is that what you want?” he teased, keeping a steady rhythm of pounding into you. “You want me to touch your pretty pink tits?”

“Please,” you gasped. “I need you.”

“Mmmmmm, you need me?” he smirked.

“Kashi please!” you tugged at the sheets, desperate for relief.

“Hmm. Well I do want to touch them,” he mused, “But I need to keep my hands here so I can keep doing this.” His grip tightened on you as he doubled his efforts, pumping into you so quickly that sweat was starting to bead on his face. “So I want you to touch them.”

Your fucked-out brain couldn’t follow fast enough. “Wha?”

“Play with your tits for me, Y/N. I want to watch you touch them while I fuck you.”

The heat rising in your face was unavoidable. With the furious way he was using you, you didn’t even think your face could get any warmer. You were still doing everything you could just to survive his onslaught; you weren’t even sure you had the brain power or command over your own extremities to functionally get your hands where he wanted them. But his eyes snapped to yours, and for a second, you got a taste of what it must be like for shinobi under Kakashi’s command.

Attempting to disobey seemed pointless; this Kakashi was impossible to defy. But he was taking your hesitance as insubordination, and you could tell by the impatient look on his face that he would not accept your behavior.

“Now, Y/N.” Kakashi broke you out of your spiral, his voice a deep-throated snarl that made your skin tingle. That tone did something to your brain, giving you all kinds of ideas. Your response fell from your lips by some strange, new instinct.

“N…No.”

His brow furrowed and his body stilled. His hands still gripped your thighs as he held you against his hips, his cock buried almost fully inside you. The look on his face was almost comical; never before had the great Copy-nin had reason for such indignant confusion to color his face.

But you didn’t dare laugh.

An excited form of fear was building in your stomach as Kakashi continued to stare at you, the look on his face easing just barely as he fell completely into his authoritative role. “What did you just say?”

This was your one and only chance to have any hope of taking it back. Kakashi had already had more than enough time to figure out that your response wasn’t truly refusal. He knew you didn’t need—or even want—him to stop. But you weren’t about to take it back. Because if this was how he was going to react to your disobedience, you wanted to see just how far you could push him.

“I said no,” you repeated, boldness prickling through your veins, even as your voice took on a whinier tone. “I won’t. I don’t want to do it myself. I want you to touch them.”

He held your gaze for a few seconds. Even like this, Kakashi was stunning. Just looking into his eyes like that made your nipples ache with want and your cunt clench with need. All you wanted to do was comply, and give him exactly what he asked for. Anything to get him to start moving again. But you stood your ground.

The corner of his mouth twinged upward for a fraction of a second as his confidence and dominance washed over him. Then he relaxed his features and let out a resigned sigh. “Y/N, I thought you were going to be good for me. But instead, you’re acting like a spoiled brat.”

He leaned forward a little, shifting his hold on you to dig his fingers into the backs of your knees and push them forward to your chest. “Maybe that’s my fault,” he continued. “Maybe I’ve been too lenient with you.” He pressed down a bit harder, causing the muscle in the back of your thigh to protest as it was forced to stretch beyond its typical range. “Well, that ends now.”

You whimpered at the burn in your legs and instinctively reached forward to hold him back. His hands flew from your thighs to your wrists, throwing your arms back down to the mattress and pinning them easily.

“Ah ah ah,” he tsked before flicking his eyes up to your wrists and back to your face. The weight of his chest and positioning of his knees forced you to maintain your backbreaking position.

“Kashi, let go,” you whined.

You felt his gaze scan you before his mouth tugged into a wicked smirk. “Nope.” He pressed your wrists more firmly to the mattress. “I decide where I put my hands on your body. And there’s nothing you can say to change my mind.”

His grip on your wrists closed in like a vice. You cried out and he pushed his chest further into your thighs, bending you in half and settling your ankles next to your ears. “Ka-kashi!” You didn’t even know you could bend this far. But then his hips resumed their unrelenting thrusts into you, and the most embarrassing, feral sound tore from your throat as he showed you just how many shapes your body could make.

“My pretty little girl needs to be reminded who’s in charge?” he smirked, panting as he threatened to split you in half. “That’s fine. I can remind you who’s in charge.”

For all the movement of his lower half, he kept his chest pressed tight against you. His face hovered over yours as he watched every feeling and emotion run through your eyes; an aesthetic display as he fucked you into submission. Harsh slaps echoed through the room every time he bottomed out.

You felt him reach deeper than ever before, the head of his cock not just brushing but battering against your cervix. “K-Kashi,” you gasped pathetically, “please!” Your arms tensed as you tried and failed to get them out of his grasp.

“No, baby. Good girls get what they ask nicely for. But you, well, all I can give you now is your punishment.”

“Please—” you pleaded, “Kashi!”

“Hmmm is that what you think I want?” he chuckled, his hips bruising your ass with every plunge. “Go ahead and beg, sweetheart. See how much it helps you.”

He was railing you with so much enthusiasm, you could barely even form any words. “Please please Kashi!” you cried out, as though you only knew those two words. “P-Please! I’m sorry!”

“Mmmm I bet you are,” he teased. “Go on, pretty girl. Tell me how sorry you are.”

“I’m sorry Kashi! Please, I’ll be good!”

He hummed, a smug look tugging at the corners of his mouth. “See, that’s what you said before.” His eyes closed as he used the muscles in his abdomen to really roll his hips into you. The motion caused his pelvic bone to repeatedly bump against your clit, just enough to tease it without really offering you any relief. If anything, it only frustrated you more.

“I mean it!” you panted. “I swear, I’ll be good!”

He hummed again, that deadly smirk painted across his face as he slowed down a bit. The thumb of his left hand stretched out to allow him to grip both of your wrists with his one wide palm. Even with half of his hold gone, you were completely overpowered. You wriggled to test his strength, but you quickly realized that he wasn’t holding back. Not at all.

“Hmmm, so pretty.” He traced his free hand down your cheek, drawing a barely-there line down the side of your neck, over your clavicle, then teasingly close to your stiff nipple before caressing the curves of your hip and thigh. The entire time, his hips didn’t stop their movements: slower, but no less intense. “Do you mean it? Are you gonna be my good girl again?”

You clutched to his question like a lifeline. “Yes! Yes I promise!”

Danger sparkled in both of his eyes as he leaned his face closer to you. For a moment, you thought he might offer you a kiss; just a tiny respite from his barbaric display. But you quickly realized you couldn’t have been further from the truth.

“Well,” he started, “my good girl would take my cock, and thank me for it.”

He resumed his savage pace, using the full weight of his body to pound into you. The air escaped your lungs in an undignified grunt as you tossed your head back. Your nose bumped against your captive arm, and you gently bit down on your own flesh in an attempt to spread the overwhelming sensation throughout your body, instead of your pelvis taking the full brunt.

Kakashi snarled as he took his hand from your hip and landed a stinging smack on the exposed flesh of your ass. “Eyes forward, gorgeous.” Your neck fulfilled his request without any conscious command. When your eyes met his, you saw adoration blending with the pure desire that cloaked his gaze. “Mmmm, that’s better.”

He leaned his face down closer to yours, his eyes demanding your attention. “I’m gonna fuck your tight little pussy until you behave.” His free hand snaked between your torso and your thighs. Kakashi pressed his palm into you, just below your navel. The increased pressure caused his cock to have an even tighter fit inside you, and he shuddered out a groan before he started thrusting into you with even more force.

You couldn’t help but scream; the sound was so dire that you hadn’t even realized you had made it, until the sting prickled your throat. “Ka-AH! KAKASHI!”

“Is it too much, baby?” he cooed, slowing down. “Is my thick cock too much for you?”

You tossed your head back and forth as tears gathered in your eyes. “Ah…I…” Your eyes locked onto Kakashi’s in an attempt to communicate with him the only way you still could. The tomoe of his Sharingan was spinning wildly, working on overdrive.

“Well that’s too bad for you, sweetheart. Because you belong to me, so I get to do whatever I want to you.”

“Wait—”

His hand flew to from your stomach to your throat. “Enough,” he snarled. His eyes locked onto yours as he tightened his grip just enough to make your back arch. “I don’t want to hear it anymore, Y/N. You still haven’t even thanked me. Maybe if you just take your punishment like the good girl I thought you were, I might forgive you.”

You trembled, feeling that familiar tightness building below your navel yet again. It felt impossible that you would be on the brink of yet another orgasm while Kakashi was still going at full force. He had hardly even broken a sweat. And where he had, it was like he had strategically allowed certain areas of his body to perspire, just so he would have that raw, sensual glow that suggested all things erotic.

“Ohhhh I’m gonna fuck your pretty pussy until you remember who you belong to.”

He was saying all the right things, that low rumbling thunder in his voice coaxing even more desperate reactions from you than you thought possible. Kakashi tucked his head into the space between your head and your arm, burrowing into you until his mouth was right by your ear. You could hear every grunt and pant perfectly clearly, timed with those expert thrusts of his cock as he continued to use you.

Or punish you, according to him, but this hardly felt like punishment. In fact, you were sure if he kept this up even one minute more, you were going to reach a third high.

“Ka…Kash…i…” you whimpered, trying to warn him. Your lower lip trembled and your body felt on the verge of breaking. “I…”

“Shhhh,” he murmured into your ear. “Just take your punishment, Y/N.”

“B-But…I…AH!” You whined out a guttural scream as you came, your walls clamping down on him as your body gushed your creamy arousal all over his cock. Your fingers curled in on themselves, nails digging into your own skin as your lips trembled. You tried to take in a deep breath, but he kept his hold tight on your throat as he grunted his own sound of pleasure at the feeling of your muscles spasming around him. He leaned back to see your eyes cross as you gasped.

That look of deep self-satisfaction was back on Kakashi’s face. His eyebrows were raised in a small bid of surprise, but he surely knew better. He knew that even as you were playfully disobedient, you were still his good girl who loved being told what to do.

Kakashi slowed his thrusts as he looked into your eyes with equal parts affection and want. “Even while being punished?” he smirked. “Greedy little thing.”

Your mouth was gaping like a fish out of water, your tongue desperately trying to wet your parched lips. He tilted his head a little as he appraised you and slowed down a bit further. “Have you learned your lesson?” he asked, idly continuing to press into you. “Will you do as I ask now?”

As if you ever had a choice. Your third orgasm left you completely senseless, not a braincell left in your fucked-out body. You only had the energy to weakly nod, but it pleased him to the point where he smiled down at you with an affectionate warmth. “That’s more like it.”

He leaned back down to brush a soft kiss over your mouth. You were so braindead that you didn’t even notice the kiss until he had already nuzzled back into the crook of your neck. He moaned as he resumed his slow thrusts into your tender cunt.

“Mmmm feels so good,” he groaned against your skin. You grasped at the sheets and felt your body squirm without your permission. “Your pussy is mine,” he declared. “It’s all for me. Understand, Y/N?”

You whimpered as your sensitive walls started to protest. “Please,” you gasped, tremors tearing through your body. “P-please…I…”

“What is it, sweetheart?” he taunted you. “Use your words.”

Even through the haze of your third intense orgasm, you could recognize the slight undertone of concern in his order. He had never taken you this roughly, and even with his Sharingan, he was starting to worry he might be missing something and hurting you. He loosened his grip to be sure nothing was keeping you from letting him know if you’d had too much.

But you hadn’t had too much. As far as you were concerned, he could keep pounding into you until your brain completely shut down. But the risk of overstimulation was real, and you definitely didn’t want to overdo it and cause him to be apprehensive about trying something like this again.

“I…a minute…I just…”

The completely empty feeling in your head made it difficult for you to actually use your words like he instructed, but Kakashi was observant and discerning enough to understand.

“Hmmm, feeling sensitive after cumming all over my cock again?” He smirked as he teasingly pumped into you again, causing you to tense and gasp.

“Wait, Kashi—”

“Wait?” His eyebrows furrowed just a little and he tilted his head, the tomoe of his Sharingan recording and analyzing your every tiny twitch. “But I’m not done yet.”

Your hands flew up to paw at his chest. “Kakashi I’m too sensitive I can’t…”

“Hmmm, now that’s not fair Y/N. I make you cum three times, but I don’t get to finish?”

“Please Kashi I can’t handle any more!”

He hummed, sounding disappointed. “And here I thought you were back to being my good girl.”

“Please I want to but I can’t, Kashi!”

He pulled himself completely out. A playful, dangerous look was simmering in his heterochromatic gaze, his secret mouth posed in a sweet smile. “You want to be a good girl for me?”

You swallowed thickly and nodded, and his smile grew in response. Then he brought that smirking mouth down to meet your trembling lips, kissing you in a swoon-worthy display of affection. When he finally pulled away, you could only resume gasping for breath. It felt like your heart had failed a few beats, but nothing else mattered when Kakashi looked at you like that.

He propped himself up on his elbows to gain power, then sat up fully on his knees. With a few easy movements, he scooted forward to settle his calves on either side of your head, his erection looming like a threat over your flushed face. “Then open that pretty mouth for me and suck my cock until I cum.”

Despite the overstimulation, warmth flooded between your legs at his command. Your muscles were useless, your lungs overworked, your body decorated with bruises and love-bites from everything he’d so far put you through. But as soon as he suggested it, you couldn’t even imagine a reality where you didn’t fuck him with your mouth. Right the fuck now.

You opened your jaw and flicked your tongue over your dry lips. Kakashi gripped his shaft and pumped a bit lazily, his eyes trained on your mouth as you readied yourself to take him.

A little bit of Kakashi’s domineering shell cracked, showing off the giddy, love-drunk man within. That softness in his eyes would always give him away, revealing how he still couldn’t believe he had you. And it caused the same look to shine from your own eyes, so in love with him.

His right hand cupped behind your head and pulled it up off the mattress at the same time as he lined the head of his cock to the opening of your mouth. You adjusted your mouth so he would just barely squeeze through, the wetness from your sex easing his passage. He groaned deep in his throat at the feeling of your lips sliding closer and closer to the base.

“That’s my girl,” he sighed, dropping his head back. “That’s what I want. Make my cock feel so good.”

You hollowed your cheeks as you licked at the underside of his cock, the texture of your tongue teasing his veins. Your own taste melded with the taste of his cock, and you couldn’t help but groan around him. His hips pulsed toward your mouth as his fingers tangled in your hair and tugged you in to meet him. You whined a little, still not completely as coordinated in your movements as you normally were.

“Faster, baby,” he demanded. You tried to match the movement of his hips, but your jaw slackened a little as you lost focus. “Come on baby, make me cum. I wanna cum down your throat.”

Your eyes locked onto his, and he understood what you needed even before you did. “Mmm poor little thing, you need help?” he cooed. “Here, I’ll help you.”

He sat forward a little, putting more of his weight on his knees and letting your head settle back on the pillow. His dick slid deep into your throat, the head thumping against the muscle of your throat. “Gods, that’s it Y/N.” The new angle put him in complete control, and he didn’t waste it. He immediately set a brutal pace, his fingers still holding you still by the roots of your hair as he fucked your face into the mattress.

“You’re my good girl now, aren’t you? So good, just for me.”

His eyes stayed on your face, and you were sure this served two purposes. For one, it allowed him to be sure he wasn’t being too so rough that he was hurting you—he wanted you to enjoy his actions as much as he did. But also, he felt an egotistical pleasure as he watched your lips struggle to keep up with the relentless pace at which his cock disappeared between them.

After everything he’d already done, it wasn’t long before his breaths started getting choppy and his rhythm was a little less disciplined.

“Ohhhh fuck…” he panted. “Fuck, I’m—” He growled as he came, his eyes rolling back as he let his release loose down your throat.

It was difficult to accommodate him in your flat position, but you swallowed it as quickly as possible, gulping it down just for the next spurt to fill your mouth again. It wasn’t easy, but that adoring look on his face was more than enough motivation.

Finally, he pulled his hips back, giving you space to breathe. You felt as the muscles of your face pulled into a mindless grin, happily gasping for air as you laid flat on your back.

“Y/N. Be honest with me. Are you okay?”

You pushed yourself into a sitting position, your gaze level with his. Sometimes, you just had too many things running through your mind; too much love and admiration for him to put into words. You wanted to tell him all of it. Every embarrassingly honest thought. But you only had the energy for one.

“I love you.”

He pulled you onto his lap and hugged you close, tucking his face against your shoulder. “I love you too.”

Kakashi’s presence was the only thing you needed for the apartment to feel like your home.

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[hischierswhore]

mr perfectly fine

part 2 of this fic

pairing: Lando Norris x Reader

"Rise & shine, sleepy head” Kika said as you slowly opened our eyes, only to be met with the blinding lights from outside. After grabbing the pillow and burying your face in it to conceal you from the harsh lights, you noticed the room got darker, meaning Kika had closed the curtains.

“How did you even get in?” You rubbed your eyes.

“Spare key”

“30 more minutes? Please?” You begged your friend to give you a bit of extra time.

“If I give you 30 minutes, you’ll ask me for another 45 after so no. Get up” She pulled the sheets from you and dragged you out of bed.

“Why am I going to this thing anyways?”

“Because I have an extra ticket for this event, and you promised me that you would come”

“Just take Pierre or something” You said, still half asleep

“He’s already going with the rest of the grid. Obligations” Her words immediately snapped you awake.

“The rest of the grid?” Kika nodded.

“You might not even see Lan- sorry. He who shall not be named. You’ll be with me the entire night” She gently rubbed your arm in attempt to reassure you that all would be fine.

Kika was the first person you told about the breakup. You ghosted everyone for a few days after Lando had left you, ignoring all calls and messages from the outside world. Kika, your best friend, was beyond concerned with your sudden disappearance and decided to pay you a visit. Using her spare key, that she also seemed to use for non-emergency reasons, she walked right into your home and found you sitting on the couch with the bags under your eyes heavier than ever before.

"What if he tries to talk to me?" You threw yourself on your bed dramatically, watching as Kika browsed through your wardrobe. Following the breakup, you had stalked Lando's social media and he didn’t seem to be fazed by the breakup, and if he had, he didn't show it.

He returned to his life of traveling and nonstop adventures with his fellow drivers. Attending all sorts of parties and festivals, which he was free to do, but what wasn’t right to you was how he didn’t seem hurt in the slightest.

It’d been a month since that night. You still remember the stove illuminating the “1:58am” across your living room as you watched Lando leave.  

“What about this one?” Kika pulled out a sparkling red dress and showed it to you.

“I don’t know-“

"Think of this as revenge. You can show him what he's missing. And if you do run in to him, so what? You know I won’t hesitate to give him a good ole’ karate chop in the head" She karate chopped the air, and you burst out in laughter at her movement.

If you wanted revenge, like Kika suggested, you needed to show up looking my best and not let your emotions take over.

After you & Kika had finished getting ready, you called an Uber to take you from your flat over to the event you were attending.

You both entered the banquet hall with all eyes on you. Or maybe their attention was on Kika and her stunning (per usual) dress. Either way, you rarely ever got attention like this, and to say it scared you was an understatement.

You both approached the trio of Pierre, Carlos and Charles, joining in on their conversation.

“We missed having you around, Y/n” Charles said as he rubbed the back of his neck. The group hadn’t seen you in a while due to your breakup with their friend.

“I missed seeing you guys” You said as a figure joined the group. You head turned to greet the person but you immediately jumped back, shocked at the sight: It was Lando, with some new blonde by his side.

Your plans of getting revenge went flying out the window, and right now you wanted nothing more than to crawl into your bed and never leave. The group was just as shocked as you were, glancing between Lando and the blonde.

You leaned into Carlos’ ear and excused yourself, to which he nodded and promised to relay the message to the rest of the group.

As you bolted to the nearest bathroom, you wanted to burst into tears. You locked yourself in the stall and tried your hardest not to cry, instead trying to think happy thoughts.

Back at the group, Kika noticed the moment you left and turned to Lando. The blonde had also excused herself to go speak to some of her friends.

“You’ve got some fucking nerve, Norris” She sounded completely disgusted with Lando.

“What did I do?” Lando asked as he looked around, watching as Charles smacked a hand onto his face in disappointment.

“What didn’t you do, Lando? You broke up with Y/n only a week after your podium in Silverstone because you “had to” for the sake of your relationship? In what fucking world does that make sense?” Kika said before Carlos spoke up

“You claimed to love her, but then you show up here, only a month after you left her, with a new girl on your arm? Guess you really did love Y/n enough to replace her like nothing”

“And then you acted like you did nothing wrong. You didn’t show the slightest bit of remorse for leaving her, with that shit excuse by the way” Charles added.

“Have you even apologized at all?” Pierre asked, watching Lando’s gaze fall down to his feet.

“No” He mumbled.

“You really think he would apologize? He left her hopes high, insinuating that he would come back for her, when in reality it was just an excuse to find someone new” Kika was nearly shouting at this point, and Pierre signaled for her to go find you to ensure you were okay.

- later on -

You were sat at your table with Pierre, Kika, Charles and Carlos. You were all talking when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned your head to see who was trying to get your attention and it was none other than Lando himself.

“Can I help you?” You asked as you turned your attention back to the rest of the table, not wanting to speak to him right now, or at all for that matter.

“Can we talk? Alone?” You sigh as you nod your head, unsure as to why you’re even agreeing to this. You excuse yourself from the table and all eyes are on you as you walk away with Lando right behind you.

You turn to face him once you’re out of sight from everyone at the event.

“What did you want?” You folded your arms across your chest. Lando inhaled deeply and he seemed nervous.

“I want to apologize. For everything. I wanted to focus on racing and winning and I just couldn’t see myself doing that with you in my life”

“So… you lied to me and made it seem like you were doing this for me? You made it seem like you were going to come back for me, Lando. But really you just wanted to leave and never return”

“I shouldn’t have made it seem like that. I’m so sorry” You stayed silent, contemplating what to say next.

“Who’s the blonde?” You questioned, watching the lump in Lando’s throat.

“Oh she’s uhm… my date” He refused to make eye contact with you as you scoffed at his answer.

“Interesting how you said you loved me and that you always would, yet you replaced me like nothing happened at all and moved on after a month. Somehow you’re “Mr Perfectly Fine” after all this, so clearly you didn’t love me half as much as you said you did ” Lando could only mutter apologies yet still refused to make any sort of eye contact with you.

“Well this was lovely,  but I’m going to go back to my table” You said nothing else as you made your way back to the table, shoulder checking him as you passed. You walked back into the dining hall to see everyone quickly turning their heads back around to seem as if they weren’t waiting for you to come back.

As you sat down, you felt a weight lifted from your shoulders; you were finally free and you would be alright someday.

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[spiderlyla]

IS THAT FLUFF-TOBER I HEAR

okay hear me out: playing with Miguels hair/ Miguel playing with your hair

Like he's laying with his head on your lap and you're just running your fingers through his hair and you can basically see and feel him slowly relax under your touch, maybe even slowly falling asleep :(

Or the other way around, laying on his lap and he's playing with your hair and you can just fully relax with him <3

Idk I'm a sucker for this kind of scenario 😭😭😭

Day 5 of Flufftober

synopsis: playing in miguel's hair

pairing: gn!reader × miguel o'hara (no pronouns used)

tags: soft miguel, pet names (baby, honey, etc..)

lumi's note: SPIINEYY!!! thank you sm for your request, i got so excited to write this :)

he can't remember how, or when, but if he recalls correctly, it was as the sun was setting, when he found himself on your balcony, pushing the sliding door and letting himself into your living room.

you always left it unlocked, always, in case he comes home late at night. he always told you to lock it, paranoid that some sort of villian will trace his steps and find you, but today, he was extremly thankful you did not listen to him.

the door made a little screeching noise, miguel could hear your rushed footsteps, making your way from the kitchen to the living room. the sight of you, mouth slightly agape, wearing nothing but a shirt of his made made him smile just slightly. you on the other hand, looked extremly concerned.

"mig, what's wrong?" you rushed to his side. always such a worry wart, he blamed himself for that, god knows how many nights he showed up on your doorstep bloodied and bruised. "nothing, thought I'd come see you."

"you never come back this early." you reached for his face, and he almost dropped to his knees when you touched him. your soft hands cupped both his cheeks, thumbs moving across his skin, making a mental note of how his the eyebags under his eyes have only gotten darker. always so exhausted. always do tired, always so weak when he feels you touch him. "has something happened?"

"no, no, baby, stop." he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in by the waist, slumping over and nuzzling his head into your neck. you were so incredibly warm, and you smelled of that lavender bodywash he'd bought earlier this month, god, he could get just drunk off of the smell of your skin. "I needed a break."

your arms wrapped around his broad shoulders, hand tangeled at the end of his curls, "okay, you should go change then, while I make you something to eat, would that—"

"no," he straightened up, taking your hand in his, and pulling you closer to the couch. you silently followed him, a little curious to what he had in mind. he sat down, tapped his gizmo, the suit on his body dematerliazing into thin air, getting replaced by a pair of sweats and a white shirt. "here." he gestured you sit beside him, and you obliged queitly.

miguel moved, laying himself down on the couch, using your thighs as a pillow for his head. he arched himself a couple of times, groaning at the pain he felt in his back and neck. "do you want a massage?"

"no, no.." he moved your hands himself, putting one on his chest, and one on his hair. you smiled, he'd never tell you right to your face, maybe feeling embaressed at how it made him feel, but he loved it when you played in his hair.

you got to work, detangling his soft tufts of black strands, freeing them from the hold of the gel miguel used so it wouldn't flop down onto his face when he took off his mask. you ran your fingers through his hair, rolling some short curls around your finger, letting a few strands loose onto his forehead, even doing the longer parts into little braids.

miguel groaned queitly, putting a hand on his eyes, shutting them close. "yeah, just like that." he whispered, mostly to himself more than anything. you playfully tugged a strand while braiding, and he grunted, removing his hand just to glance at you. "don't pull, honey." you giggled, leaning down, pushing the loosened hair off his forehead and leaving a kiss. a chuckle rumbled in his chest, then he closed his eyes again.

"maybe you should tone the gel down a little bit, mig." you hummed, "It's affecting your hair a little, lots of breaking."

"Mhm."

"don't worry, it's not bad at all—I think I need to trim your hair a little too—I could also lend you some of that hair mask product I've been trying, you should massage it into your scalp—"

"you should do that." he mumbled queitly, his tone not demanding, rather pleading. miguel was a strong man, but when you had your hands in his hair, it weakened him, the tender affection he received from you brought him to his knees.

"hm, guess I will." he felt your lips press against his forehead, and he shuddered at the sensation, grinning ever so slightly.

you kept detangling it, softly giving him a massage, watching as the man most people deemed as intimidating and unapproachable, come undone at the touch of your hand. groans of relief escaped his lips, his muscles relaxed in no time.

you sat in silence for a few minutes, before you suddenly heard the soft snores of your boyfriend, who, when you looked down, was fast asleep, mouth agap.

you giggled a little, awe-struck by his handsome face and messy hair, how even when he slept, his eyebrows stayed furrowed a little. you could keep staring at him for ages.

and maybe today, you just might.

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[chihuahuawashere]

RadioStatic

Vox has cameras /everywhere/ around all of hell but he doesn't pay attention to those. He has imps and other sinners to do that for him.

The only cameras he actually pays attention to is the cameras he put around Alastors house.

Before Alastor disappearance Vox would crash at Alastors place when he was to tired to make it all the way back to his place.

But as Alastor slept in his room Vox took the couch but as Vox was in the living room he was placing tiny tiny cameras alliii over the place. In the corner wity a cobweb, behind the books, inside of the record player, behind the sink, on top of the fridge, on top of the lights and vents, on top of the door freams /everywhere/ each and ever time Vox went to Alastors place he would add more and more cameras.

And once Vox went back home he'll watch. Never saying a word and blindly watch all of the blue screens or Alastor, never leaving the chair. Vox would be stuck in the computer room for /days/ he would foraet to eat sleep breath he would even forget his application to his job obligation.

The one room with the most cameras in it is Alastors room. Every square inch and corner in that room has cameras it was tricky to do but to Vox it was worth it. He had back up of back up of footage of Alastor sleeping and he swears it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

Sometimes when he watched Alastor sleep he has an insane urge to zap through the cameras and crawl in bed with him. But then Alastor would find out and kill hilariously on the spot so he just watches.

But it wasn’t enough //everything// wasn’t enough he wants to be closer to him. Taste touch, hear, smell. He knows he can’t so he drags a mattress into the computer room with him so that every time Alastor is going to bed he’ll lay on his bed to give the illusion that he was also laying in bed with him.

Vox would never sleep he just lays there watching Alastor sleep.

That all changed of course once Alastor disappeared. That completely rocked voxs world so hard he thought he was going crazy. At first he thought all of his cameras dead in Alastors home or he thought that something was wrong with his computers but he knew //something// was wrong he needs to see him. With seeing Alastor is a world not worth seeing at all.

After literally destroying everything in the computer room he tries to book it to Alastors place to replace the cameras and also see his beautiful face and crave that itch. But the house wasn’t there. No like the town seem to swallow it hole there was no empty space anywhere it as if his home wasn’t there at all.

Vox had walked down this road and turned to that corner so many times that he can do it with his eyes closed so… where is he? What happened?? Is he hurt??? Why didn’t he say goodbye???? did I do something wrong????? WHY DIDNT HE BRING ME WITH HIM WERE A TEAM???????

After 3 months Vox made a pillow of Alastor. Vox has been around him so long that he already knows he’s measurements by heart he cut the perfect silhouette of Alastor, made his clothes from scratch when to the same shop to get the same perfume that he always use to wear and dye and cut a wig, glued on some ears and antlers.

In the dark it look exactly like him except it has no face. Everything looks real you can even get confused it in the dark as the real Alastor.

At first Val thought he was crazy for doing that but coping is a weird thing also he was in /no/ place to try and kink shame someone so he just let it be, creeped the fuck out but tie better then some sinners he’s seen.

Vel on the other hand hates this whole thing she hated Vox for liking Alastor and he’s obsession with him but after Alastor disappeared she absolutely HATED pillow Alastor even more then anything she thought she could ever hate it so creepy especially at night. One time Vox try to make Vel have conversation with it and she blew up on him calling him a creep and weirdo that he should get and LET HIM GO.

After that Vox /never/ left the computer room. He’ll have imps come on once in a while to give him food and drinks.He was so busy looking threw all of the Security cameras around hell to see if he can find Alastor again it was his soul mission at that point.

After the year 3 mark Vox bought a RoBo Frizz and tweaked and modified it to make it look more like Alastor (basically the same thing he did with the pillow) but this time he grabbed all the files of Alastor speaking and cut chopped them all together to make answers, sentences, questions if it couldn’t get any worse it helped Vox fuel his delusion even more.

And after 7 long years of looking through all those cameras the one time Val came to visit Vox in his computer room looked terrible. Pictures of Alastor everywhere with notes and drawings and other sorts of fluids with pins on them and a bunch of colored sting all pointing to random things with new paper clippings and “Xs” drawn on them.

It all looked absolutely terrible. How can someone live like this? How long has Vox even been in here? He definitely needs to go outside. Val tries to reason with him “hey man let’s just go to the kitchen yea? Or how about we go to the bathroom? how does a bath sound?” But all Vox says is that he’s “busy doing something important”

And Val got mad at him and couldn’t bite his tongue any longer and accidentally slipped that Alastor was back. But of course Val can’t keep a secret for the life of him, always having to run his mouth even if cost him his life so it was no surprise that he let it slip that Alastor was finally back Val and Vel promised one another to /never/ tell Vox that he was back otherwise only god knows Vox would react to it.

Vox completely stoped what he was doing and for the first time in forever looked away at the computer and monitors and he just *stared* but Val with a look Val has never seen before, then Vox broke out into the most creepy and unsettling smile you could ever see in hell. /OH/ Vox couldn’t be more happier then he is right now

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[hyunnie04]

muse

hwang hyunjin x reader, fluff | m.list

wc: 2.1k

synopsis: you can't decide what to give hyunjin for his birthday. a/n: very self indulgent theme/fic!! i like to draw myself so i thought i'd write about it for his birthday :> i apologize for being a bit late, irl obligations have been kicking my ass lately i'm sorry my hyune but i hope you guys like it! T-T

march was a month full of new beginnings. the year was only starting, january and february flying by like a breeze. remnants of winter still clung in the air and on the branches of the trees, pillowing them with the softness of white snow. it was also getting warmer, the chill no longer having its harsh bite and welcoming the inevitable pinks and greens of spring to come. and for you, new beginnings also meant taking on projects that you never thought you would be able to do. 

hyunjin's birthday was only a few days away, just a little less than a week from now.

you've spent the entire afternoon in a panic after the realization, racking your brain for any ideas, thinking what you could possibly do for his present only to come up empty handed. buying a gift for him is certainly the easier option and there was absolutely nothing wrong with it, seeing as hyunjin was the type of person to appreciate whatever you give him, be it big or small, expensive or not. it was just the matter of wanting to surprise him with a gift that he most likely doesn’t already have.   

you sigh and rest your head on the back of the couch, staring up at the ceiling in thought. your eyes silently wander towards the painting that hung on the wall of your tiny apartment.

it was painted by hyunjin himself, a bouquet of your favorite flowers that he had given you for your own birthday. you always loved staring at it, earning a place in your favorite corner of the room.

you often stare at it, delving into the intricacies of each brush stroke, how the colors come together in harmony, the symbolism and sentimentality behind it all, and just how much love was poured into making it. hyunjin truly had a talent in capturing the likeness and essence of his subjects, even the simplest ones.

it was almost tradition, how he makes his closest family and friends paintings when it was their birthday or when there was a special occasion. he used his oil paints that you've become familiar with, the dozens of tubes and pots of color messily strewn all across his little studio back at his dorm.

it was a such thoughtful gesture, painting that was. taking his time out of his day to make something out of nothing, showing that he truly cared about the person. whenever you would visit him on his days off, he was always immersed in his craft. adept fingers swiping over charcoal, hands dipping into paint, a sight you always love seeing. you still remember the photo you took secretly of him in his studio, blissfully painting the night away.

you drum your hands on the arm rest, returning to brainstorm for ideas, still in deep thought. and then it all suddenly clicked. 

you have always admired hyunjin and his work, so why not make him one in return? 

he was always giving others gorgeous pieces of art, he certainly deserved to have his own. you were no picasso and certainly no hyunjin, but the act of gift giving has always been your favorite way of showing your love.

you had a basic grasp of how the medium was used, having watched hyunjin more than enough times. the techniques he had taught you during one of your art sessions together might come in handy as well. the one and only problem was that it left you with such little time to finish it. oh well, it was better to start late than never.

the next day, you picked up and gathered the necessary materials from the art supply shop you knew hyunjin frequented, recognizing the different kinds of paints, sizes and types of canvases, and brushes that he likes to use. you laid them out on your living room floor upon arriving home, finally starting on your little project. 

the remainder of the days leading up to his birthday were spent awake during ungodly hours into the night, full of endless trials and errors, scrapped ideas and tons of caffeine. your living room became your makeshift studio, a tarp laid down the center to catch the unavoidable mess you surely would be making. learning a completely different and unfamiliar medium from what you were used to was difficult, but you were determined and your mind was set.

-

hyunjin was getting worried. it had been a few days since he last saw you, nonetheless heard anything. he understood that the two of you were quite busy people, not always finding the time to talk. but after five missed calls and maybe a dozen texts over the span of two days and no reply? he was ill at ease.

maybe he was overreacting, but he knew that you would've at least sent something to acknowledge his texts. he decided to ask his friends about your whereabouts, asking if anyone had contact with you, only earning head shakes in return.

"have you tried going to their place?" chan asks the ravenette, leaning his back on the dance practice room’s mirrored walls. hyunjin huffs, mouth forming into a slight pout, shaking his head no. practice was getting more challenging as the comeback and schedules started to pile up, his attendance becoming crucial.

"you can go later, we don't have anything scheduled for tomorrow." his hyung removes his cap, fluffing his curls underneath. hyunjin breathes out a sigh of relief, sending him a quick thank you.

the older of the two nods in understanding, reaching a hand out to hyunjin upon standing on his feet. back to practice they went.

it was the night before his birthday. getting stubborn paint off your brushes was the worst, is what you've learned these past several days of non-stop painting. even with the appropriate solvent, the paint can and is still clinging stubbornly onto its fibers; leaving you in the bathroom sink to scrub them tediously under soap and some warm water.

your hands start to ache with all the scrubbing, perhaps growing tired as well from the painting, but you'd like to think that the momentary pain was worth it. the composition of it was finally starting to come together. the work flow became easier once you figured out a concept and a theme you were happy with, inspiration and motivation coming in effortlessly now. it only needed some last few touches, you could only hope he would like it as much as you ended up liking it too.

after the brushes were cleaned to the best of your abilities, you pat them dry, leaving them on the counter for the time being.

"y/n? are you home?" your hands still at the sound of the front door opening. it was undeniably hyunjin's voice. 

you and hyunjin lived apart despite dating for quite a long while. it was a mutual agreement that it would be more convenient for the two of you to live separately, his job requiring him to live closer to his place of work. you gave him a spare key so he could come by whenever he liked, but you didn’t expect him at all to drop by today.

you originally thought nothing of it for a moment, even brushing it off. but then the panic started to set in. he would see it right away, the canvas sitting right in front of the living room with no cloth to cover it. if you go out now, you might have a chance of covering it up before he finds out.

rushing out of the bathroom after wiping your hands dry, you've quickly noticed how it had suddenly gone quiet. you peak around the corner, seeing him standing idly in the middle of your living room, still unaware of your presence.

it was too late. you see the familiar ebony locks greet you upon arriving. his mouth practically hanging open as he stares at the easel facing him, winter coat slung heavily on his left arm.

"surprise?" you flush upon seeing his head whip towards your figure, leaned against the arch of the doorway. it was also a little embarrassing, not having the time to clean up. 

"is...that me?" he says in quiet disbelief. you can’t quite decipher if his reaction was good or bad but you nod, coming up to stand beside him. he stares at the canvas once more, no doubt taking in the details of it. you start to feel a little anxious under his gaze, silently wondering if he likes it. 

"it's not done yet, that's why it looks a little rough." you pause, hesitation lacing your voice. he would eventually find out, having already seen it. “it was supposed to be your surprise birthday present.” is what you ended up saying, speech meek and low, barely audible. 

his eyebrows shoot up to his hairline as he turns his eyes back to you. a noticeable redness staining his cheeks.

“wow,” he breathes out, tilting his head closer to gaze on the finer details. hyunjin pauses for a moment before replying. “this is beautiful.” his voice light, feathery. his fingertips, slender and lithe, hovering above as if to trace it. relief washed over you hearing him say it, your nerves easing and cheeks warming in return.

“you think so?” you purse your lips before smiling gratefully at him, noting the masking tape still plastered on its borders and small parts of it still unblended but thank him earnestly nonetheless. 

“i figured since you always make people art on their birthday," you took to move to the couch, the ache in your body starting to take its toll. "i thought i'd give back and make you one too." 

hyunjin was, in short- moved. the portrait was of him sitting in his art studio, the sun falling and spilling on his form peaking through the windows. although his elegantly curved back was turned and it was impossible to see his face, it was unmistakable that it was him.

he was truly not expecting anything, he was just happy with the prospect of just being with you on his special day. the thoughtfulness, sentimentality, and affection that came with making gifts with him in mind, he didn’t think it was possible to love you more than he already did. his eyes are lost in yours, the contours of his handsome face highlighted by the dim lights of your living room.

“i know it's bad but-”

hyunjin doesn’t let you continue, pulling you into a sudden kiss, throwing his coat on the couch haphazardly. your immediate response was to wrap your hands around his neck, hands wandering up and towards his hair. you could feel his smile on his mouth as he kisses you, grabbing the nape of your neck to steady your form. the kiss is intoxicating, feeling the love upon his soft movements, his warmth contrasting the chill from outside.

when he parts from you, he’s giddy, and jumping around like the happiest ferret you’ve ever seen. the wisps of hair fall to his temple, framing his beautiful face. “thank you, darling.”

“even if it’s not done yet- i love it,” he presses another kiss to the side of your mouth. “so much.” you could only laugh in response, completely flustered and enamored by his reaction.

hyunjin pulls you towards his chest, both arms locking around your shoulders. you could smell the perfume he always likes to wear. “is this why you weren’t picking up your phone?”

“my phone?” you pat your pockets in search, only to find it missing. your mind must’ve slid away, not knowing at all where it was but you could search for it later. “oh, yeah. m’ sorry.” the apology is muffled by the fabric of his shirt. he hums, his worries fading. you thought he was going to let you go, but he retaliates by resuming to press more kisses into you.

“okay, okay! thank you. i’m glad you like it.” you untangle his long arms from your body in order to stand up while hyunjin watches you do so, curiosity in his eyes. you already miss the warmth he radiated. 

“but, technically-” you start by grabbing the easel and placing it near the wall and out of his view, grabbing the stray tubes of paint off the floor and putting them away in their basket. “it’s still not your birthday.”

his plump lips form into a pout as he continues to watch you clean up. “and i’m not quite done with it yet so you have to wait.” placing a quick ‘boop’ to his nose, you head to the bathroom to freshen up for bed.

hyunjin checks his wrist watch as he follows you suit, his white teeth poking out. his arms catch you once again, wrapping you from behind. "it's 12."

amused by his antics, you let out another laugh before turning around in his hold to face him again, pressing a kiss on his soft lips.”in that case, i’ill finish it as soon as possible and-”

"happy birthday, my dearest."

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[postmodernbeliever]

sick and twisted- fox mulder x female reader (smutsmutsmutsmut)

in a sudden bout of sickness, you are staying with fox, who is yearning to take care of you (...in more ways than one.)

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hope you enjoy this incredibly horny thing... wrote this as i worked through raging period hormones <333 (sometimes i still get a little nervous to post these but yknow what. if im thinking it someone else is too probably. so yolo)

my ao3 | word count: 2,906

content tags: soft dom fox mulder, fox mulder the top of every girl's dreams, domestic fluff, fluff and smut, sickfic, sick reader, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering & sex, plus size reader if you squint, past fox was a little plus size if you ALSO SQUINT!!!!, idiots in love, pet names, smut, pain relief, talking you through it bc he's a nice boy, cross-posted on ao3

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it was twisted, the way fox was turned on by you being sick. it checked every fantasy in his head off the list and you didn't even know.

by the time you got off work last night, you felt the brain fog rolling in, and you came straight to fox’s place instead of your own- and he was more than happy to oblige you. he wanted to set you up in his bed, but you refused, so he made you a little home on his couch, fixed with his good pillows and the blanket you designated as your own months ago. the man had been itching to come home all day. his brain was so out of the loop, in fact, that he handed dana a case report only half completed, with sentences stopping midway through. his partner had to force him out of the office just so he didn’t screw anything else up, but he couldn’t care less, because he was on his way home to his girl. he even went to the store to get you ginger ale and animal crackers, because he knows that’s your favorite remedy. and god, if you weren't everything he’d been dreaming of since he left you last. 

you were splayed out on his couch beneath a blanket, coughing up a storm. your nose was red and irritated from blowing it into so many tissues, lips swollen from all the chapstick and chewing; a glassy, sleepy look glazed over your eyes, and your skin paled everywhere but your cheeks, which were flushed in a pretty little smear across your face. you were in his old academy t-shirt, which left room to breathe- he was a bit bigger back then, lucky for you- and a little pair of boxers that were hiked up your thighs from sitting in them all day. you were the vision he couldn’t have conjured even if he tried. he wished that they could make a calendar of just you, looking like this, for every month until he died. but above all, your voice was the part that truly drove him up the wall. you didn’t think of the raspiness as much more than grating, but to him? gruff, weak, gentle, needy, undeniably brutally irrefutably hot- he had a thesaurus written just to put it to words. every word that fell from your lethargic lips was like music to his ears; he could listen to your stuffy breathing forever.

fox had been taking care of you, despite your protests to leave you be. you didn't want to get him sick, but he didn't care. he insisted on keeping you company and doing mindless work at his living room desk until you felt like getting back into the world. that was another thing. seeing you helpless and dependent on him, needing him to feel better… he loved that. he loved spoiling you, feeding you, treating you like a princess. that's what you were to him. there was so much in his life that was out of his control, that he couldn’t protect, but you were the one constant thing he could keep safe. the one thing he could selfishly keep. there was no chance he was going to give that up so easily, not when you were catering to his urges so wonderfully.

it was getting late, but you'd slept all day, so the exhaustion behind your eyes was keeping you awake. overtired and restless, your head was throbbing, and you couldn't get comfortable. the man heard rustling from the couch and turned in his desk chair, a serene smile on his face. he noticed you shifting awkwardly and came to the rescue.

"what is it, baby?"

you ceased trying to rearrange the contents of the couch and let yourself flop against the pillows, huffing in aggravation. "ugh, nothing. just can't get comfy."

"let me help you," fox urged. he rose from his chair and stalked over, kneeling dutifully at the couch's edge to help you adjust the pillows behind your head and beneath your legs. "better?"

"mhm. thank you."

"of course. how’re you feeling?"

"not good," you pouted, voice thick with strain, "my head is killing me, and my stomach is aching. and my nose and throat, too… i took some medicine not too long ago, but it’s taking forever to kick in… ugh. you know i hate being sick."

that childish pout had his stomach churning. he knew this wasn't about him, and you needed rest, but he also couldn't ignore how enticing you looked, all innocent and sleepy on his couch. how you trailed off between thoughts, working through the sick haze in your head. he leaned over a bit to rest his hands on your lower abdomen, pressing the heels of his palms against your belly softly. you hummed at the touch, and he had to force his eyes not to roll back.

"what can i do to make you feel better?"

"can..." you trailed off. "maybe you could cuddle me?"

"i'd love to."

the man climbed onto the couch without a thought, allowing his body to mold to how yours curved. you felt his strong chest rising and falling against your back, the constancy soothing as he draped his arm over your side, letting his rough hands drift slowly back down to your tummy. fox pressed a few lazy kisses behind your ears, causing the hair on your arms to stand up stiff. his lips were always warm, but with your skin burning up as it was, they felt frigid.

"too cold?"

"mm-mm," you hummed. maybe they were, but you weren’t going to jeopardize him stopping. 

fox was starting to disregard his better judgment as he tucked himself into you, feeling the feverish heat of your back. he was more attuned to the motions you made than his thoughts. the way your hands, so soft, just a touch smaller than his own, laid safely atop his wrists; how when he rubbed slow circles against your aching stomach, you made a little noise that was something heavenly, both hum and sigh; how your left foot ran up and down your right leg, feeling the fuzzy fabric of the blanket wedged between. he was so lost in how good it felt to be wanted that it was crossing over into obsession. he wanted every square inch of you to need his attention. he wanted to touch every spot that felt sick and nurse you back to life- to have it engrained in your head that only he could make it feel better, and no one else. 

so engrossed in his urges, fox kissed a little more, and what started as innocent turned urgent. he sucked softly behind your ear, nipping relentlessly on that sensitive spot you had. you began to pant, feeling the fever chills leave and a different kind of warmth roll over you. you pushed your hips into his hands, trying not to squirm and failing miserably. 

"oh, god," you covered your face with your hands. “fox…”

fox’s low laugh rumbled against your shoulder blades. the man relished in your inability to resist. his fingers began to travel down to your boxers, and he tucked his hand right below the waistband. he put pressure right against your heat and you buried your face as best as possible into the couch cushion, letting out a helpless whine.

"feels good, right, baby?"

"a-ah," you hiccuped.

"m'just gonna touch it, that's all,”

"but-"

"i can make you feel so much better," he kissed your ear, "make all those aches go away so fast, baby. can i?”

"please," you whispered.

he reached down and dragged his fingers along the fabric separating him from what he wanted, feeling the wetness beneath. his touch was feather-light, and as he gently wriggled his fingers beneath the cotton, you squeezed your eyes shut and scratched softly at the knuckles of his hand still on your waist. you were struggling to do anything other than lie there, but he didn’t need a thing from you anyway. eagerly, you felt his steady fingers brush against your entrance, and his lips parted hungrily at how slick you were.

"god, you're so easy, aren’t you?"

fox dipped two fingers inside you, testing the waters. when your hips rocked back into his, he couldn’t bite back the greedy smile that overtook his face. impatient, he pushed them deeper, feeling the familiar pressure of you squeezing around his hand. you licked your chapped lips, feeling a knot tying itself in your tummy where he worked his fingers inside you. he’d been away a lot recently, so much so that this was a reminder of just how long his fingers truly were. 

"mm, now how’s that, sweetheart?"

"it’s… good," you drawled.

"you like it when i touch you like this, don't you? y’like how my fingers feel?"

you turned your head to look down at where his wrist disappeared beneath your boxers, and you keeled back against the pillow, meeting his broad shoulder. you shuddered in pleasure, and he craned his neck over to lock you in a kiss, feeling possessive like never before. he tasted the minty vicks above your lip and moaned right into your mouth.

"my poor, sick girl… just need me, don't you, baby? oh, you just want me to make it feel better, i know."

you practically melted into the couch as he buried his fingers between your hips. skillfully, he maneuvered you onto your back and crawled up and over so you could lay flat; he anchored his arm right over your head so he could stare down and watch the bliss reach your rosy face, all the while never taking his hand away. once you started breathing heavily and clenching around his fingers, he pulled them out, dragging his slick fingertips across your stomach, leaving shiny streaks behind. when you groaned at the loss, he clicked his tongue.

"no whining, angel. i'm not done. i'm gonna take good care of you."

you watched through spinning vision as he pushed down the couch, crawling low until he could lean over your hips. then, with his big palms stationed between your thighs, he spread you wide, ogling your plush pink folds.

"you're so pretty, baby. my pretty girl."

he pressed a few kisses on the mound just above where you ached, sending shocks up to the tips of your hair. then, he dipped his tongue right inside. he was too needy to start with kitten licks, so instead he swirled around, curling his tongue like a hook, big button nose rubbing against your clit as he breathed you like air. you were officially somewhere new, somewhere out of your own mind; his tongue was so long it could've been one of his god-given fingers, so warm inside you, so deep you couldn't see straight. 

"mmm- god- i love you.”

your toes curled as he moaned all kinds of sweet nothings into you, feeling the soundwaves rolling against your walls. just when his tongue had you going, he moved up to your clit and began sucking so hard you started seeing stars. you clamped your thighs around his head and felt his strong, rough hands grip the chub on them hard, fingertips digging enough to leave moon-shaped bruises. you tugged on his hair, unable to do anything but feel him against you and try not to slip away. but there was no stopping the way you floated in limbo, surrounded by the way he made you feel.

"fuck, baby, look at you," he growled between your hips. "c’mon. let me hear that scratchy little voice of yours."

"oh my god," you moaned, "oh, y-you... i... fox,"

"fuck, that's it. is it good, love, am i good?"

"you're so good! so…s-so good…fuck!" you fought not to trail off, but thinking was hard enough as it is.

“that’s my job, sweetheart.”

he kept himself there, getting off on the way you bucked your hips against his jaw. it didn’t take much longer for the burning in your stomach to grow unbearable, and through trembling little spasms confined by his stronghold on your waist, you unraveled right on his tongue. he came up for air with milky lips after working it out of you for a minute, pressing wet kisses all up your stomach and chest. you felt so dirty as you smiled down at the sheen trail of cum prints in the shape of his pretty lips.

“good girl. did that help?"

"mhm," you heaved, head spinning. “need…”

"what? what is it?"

"i- oh..."

"use your words, princess. words."

"c-can you- you..."

he knew what you wanted. he saw it in the pathetic way you glanced from your hips to his, too worked up to get it out. he chuckled in a way that sent chills up your legs and said, "awh, baby. you want me to fuck you now?"

you bit your lip and bucked your hips in the air. he lodged his leg between your thigh with a smirk and you pressed yourself against it, grinding on the worn fabric of his sweatpants. he felt a wet patch soaking through to his skin, and he twitched in anticipation. you batted your eyelashes and let out a raspy little noise, tugging at the hem of his t-shirt while you moved. and when a sniffle interrupted your humming, it drove him right over the edge.

"fuck. you’re so cute, you little tease.”

he shimmied his sweatpants down in an instant and wasted no time, groaning gutterally as he pushed in and bottomed out. you were hot around him, pulsing like a steady heartbeat.

"fuck, baby. never gets old,” he swooned, pressing a gentle kiss to your chin.  

he began to thrust in and out, hips rolling religiously into the curve of your legs. you clung to his shoulders and tugged him down so he was stuck against your neck, breath hot. he began to fuck you faster, pressing starving kisses to your collarbone, and you arched your back, gasping for a solid breath.

"oh my god!"

"god, you’re so tight," he growled, “been saving it all up for me, huh? missed me bad, i can tell,”

"mm… fox!”

"you like it when i fuck you like this? right on the couch, where anybody could see in that window? say it, baby,”

"i love it," you croaked, gathering the little tufts of overgrown hair at the nape of fox’s neck and tugging them in a last-ditch effort to ground yourself. he tipped his head back into your touch and whined, and you gave a dizzy, darling smile.

"god, i love you. i love you, i love you, i fucking love you," he praised, timing every confession with a thrust of his hips.

all you could manage was a distracted, "m-me... too... ah!"

your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he uprighted himself and yanked you by the love handles, dragging you down the couch like a doll. he clawed at your hips, leaving red marks he’d have to soothe later. fox snapped harder and harder, losing control but not caring at all; you let him take you in his hands, surrendering until you couldn't take anymore, and suddenly the knot in your stomach burst. you shivered and writhed all around, whispering his name like a strangled prayer as your hands searched for something to squeeze. he leaned down so you could grab his biceps, and you scratched at them like a cat, a string of lewd things falling from your tired mouth. he came undone as you clenched around him, and his warmth in your tummy was so thick you felt like you could feel it in your throat. 

"so good, baby, jesus christ," fox wheezed. "you sound so pretty when you’re sick. can’t help myself."

you were nearly unresponsive. your head had never spun the way it did now, and your ears felt like they were stuffed with cotton, along with your throat. you couldn't form any words, all you could do was claw at his arms and tremble, face stuck in a permanent state of bliss. 

"feeling any better?" fox pressed little kisses to your chin and neck and eyes, and he traced shapes on your stomach to wake you up. "come on, princess, open your eyes. come back to me.” when you smiled and sighed, letting out an embarrassed giggle, he cooed, "there she is, my pretty girl."

"mhm."

"still feel bad?"

you shook your head sweetly, eyes drooping. "nuh-uh."

his heart swelled and he just wanted to eat you alive, so he did the next best thing. he leaned down and kissed your swollen lips with a softness he abandoned just minutes ago, swiping his tongue against your lips and all over your face. he kissed you with all the maneuvers of love he could muster, and you hummed against his mouth, pulling on his hair to hear those pretty little sounds again.

"you’ve got me so whipped, sweetheart," he purred between kisses, "just wanna take care of you."

"you're so good at it," you blushed.

"i do what i can." 

he kissed and kissed and kissed you into the couch, and all that kissing got heated, and one thing led to another because the two of you simply couldn’t help yourselves. and the next day, he woke up as sick as you. who saw that coming?

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[happy74827]

Cold Little Heart

[Castiel x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Castiel returns, despite his hesitations

WC: 1,106

Category: Angst, Little bit of Fluff, Lime/Steamy

“And I know in my heart, in this cold heart. I can live, or I can die.”

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You felt his arm wrap around your torso, bringing you closer. The demons were surrounding you both, growling and snarling like rabid dogs. You watched in fear as he threw his angel blade at the wall, causing the sigils to crack and break.

You screamed his name in fear as they all rushed forward, but when you felt a firm press on your forehead, it relaxed your nerves immediately. As you stood there, you felt a gush of wind surround you at a lightning speed before stopping like it was never there in the first place. 

You knew you were safe when it became silent. You were finally safe. You were home, or at least the hotel room you rented. 

“Cassie…” Your voice stammers a bit, the sudden goosebumps that had formed now was fading away into your skin.

“Hold still.” His gruff voice spoke, just above a whisper. His hand gazed over your stomach with arms still attached around your lower back. You obliged to his words as you watched the soft blueish light illuminate from his hand to your stomach, the blood dissolving into nothing. Your wound healing in a matter of seconds.

When he finished, his vibrant eyes stared back at yours with a vigorous intensity. You had recently compared them to a husky — being that Cas had a personality similar to that of the puppy, but looking at his eyes now, they changed.

His eyes were now fire in water, passion in ice. The once mindless, dull eyes were now full of expression. Its shade was of an ideal raindrop on a blue aster. The shade of a waterway rushing to join the extraordinary sea.

He knew being here with you was wrong, but he could barely control himself at this point. He’s been fighting himself for nearly three months, avoiding your face to avoid everything else. Both Dean and Sam had noticed — he was sure of it — but neither commented. They allowed him to hurt your feelings, conflict your emotions. It was a shitty thing to do, but he had to do it. He couldn’t risk it.

He couldn’t risk you being collateral damage.

His hands had moved up to your forearms, grasping them firmly. His eyes never left yours, admiration forming into his ardent eyes. It was like a gravitational force came upon you, pulling you closer into him. Your hands found its way to his chest, pulling your arms out of his grasp.

He leaned down, creating a small gap between the two of you. His lips were hovering over yours, just inches apart. His hands gripped your hips, preventing you from falling.

Of course, he never fully stayed away. With all that was happening around the world and the brothers constantly fighting greater evils, he found himself occasionally flying to see you. You couldn’t see him, but he was there. For everything.

If this had been a few years ago, he would be emotionless… thinking nothing of how you’d feel. But, you helped him see the world worth living for. You — and the brothers, but mostly you — gave him humanity. Gave him purpose other than the orders he was created to follow.

His heart broke every time you collapsed in despair. Your quiet sobs soaking into your pillows, trying to keep those emotions hidden from the brothers. He always wondered why you never cried in Dean’s arms… or Sam’s. They’d always make time for you.

Eventually, after every day of watching your endless suffering, it finally snapped him out of it. You had gone on a hunt, fighting demons despite being at a definite disadvantage. No boys… no Bobby… it was as if you were suicidal at this point, and he couldn’t take it anymore.

That’s when he stepped in, body slamming the two demons in front of you — smiting them quickly and efficiently. He would never forget the face you made as the two of you made contact… there was light. Hope.

The moment was shortly caught off as more demons poured in like a swarm of zombies. It was clear you had underestimated the swarm, and he was very thankful he was around otherwise you’d dead within a minute.

Before he could close the gap between the two of you, he pulled away. “I can’t.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Can’t?”

He sighed, looking down. “I’m an angel of the lord.”

“Yeah, Cassie, I kinda know that.” You retorted with a slight smile.

He gave you an annoyed expression, rolling his eyes. “I meant us, as in… us. It’s…it’s frowned upon.”

“Well, I’m already frowned upon by my parents, so it’s not much of a shocker—”

He rolled his eyes again, interrupting you. “Angels aren’t supposed to feel love. They’re not supposed to feel anything for that matter.”

“But you do so that doesn’t matter.” You stated, voice barely above a whisper. “It’s okay, Cassie, we’re okay.”

“No, we’re- we’re not.” He sighed, “I thought I could fix this by leaving. I thought if I had left you alone, everything would slowly fix itself. But, I was wrong. It’s still there. Everything is still there.”

“Cas…”

“I’m sorry, I should’ve been there.” His hands had cupped your face as he sighed into you. You saw the pain he held in his eyes, clearly he had been suffering just as you did. “I inflicted pain on you for selfish reasons. I was a coward, hiding away, instead of facing my fears.”

“Cas, you rebelled against everything you’ve ever believed in to help us. To help Dean save his brother. You practically broke every rule in the angel rule book. You faced Uriel… Anna… Zachariah… how could you be that scared after facing them? After everything we faced—?!”

You were cut off by Cassie’s sudden closeness. You hadn’t realized how much it escalated until your body had been pushed against the wall, his lips devouring yours, feeling hungry and ambiguous. Your lungs felt clenched, the air being sucked out of you, as your lips became numb with his touch.

Castiel was apprehensive at first, leaving feathery kisses that felt hesitant. His hands had wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer into the heat of his body. Your hands slowly tangled and gripped his hair, guiding him along as you deepened the kiss. 

When your back found its way against the wall, his hands pinned your head in place. A whine escaped your throat as he slithered his tongue down, dancing and intertwining with yours as your hands caressed down from his neck to his spine. 

Eventually his hand found his tie, yanking it off with one tug, before discarding it onto the floor. His overcoat following in pursuit.

“I believe if I just try, you believe in you and I.”

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[krikeymate]

I hold by the idea of Tara and Sam having a off childhood from the jump like the idea that their father would dip completely and not stay in contact with Tara, who as far as we know, is his biological kid, just reeks of “I’ve been searching for a valid way out that wouldn’t make me a complete deadbeat and you just gave me one.” He probably married Christina out of obligation since they were together in high school and fell out of love (if he was ever in) years ago. And I like the idea that Christina was always unstable and Sam was the solid foundation for Tara growing up. Sam leaving knocked Tara off balance and made it easier for someone like Amber to insert herself in Tara’s life (shout out to the tamber crowd tho no shade)

Anon I'm in love with you.

I've mentioned before that I had some really dark thoughts on how their childhood could have been, and I have decided I am going to explore some of them. I've kind of held off on them because they seem to focus more on Tara than Sam, and I don't want people to think I love Tara/Jenna more than Sam/Melissa, because that's just not true, I love them equally. I'm just very cautious of the Sam v Tara attitude that I've seen a lot of. My theories hurt both of them, just in very different ways.

I think you're spot on that Mr Carpenter married Christina out of obligation. Neither of them were in love with each other, they were just having fun, but well shit they're in this situation now. Maybe they were even prom king and queen, jock and cheerleader, a real stereotype. Maybe there was an expectation they would end up together anyway. Christina didn't want a fucking baby at 18 but she really did love Billy and now he's dead.

They make the best of it.

She puts her career aspects on hold, he works in sales and sometimes travels for work. Sam is an easy baby, all things considered. She's a deep sleeper and she rarely cries and it means Christina can continue living her life with barely any interruption. He doesn't care for children, but Sam is his and he can admit she's cute in the recesses of his mind. It works for them, they even settle into the role.

Then one day, Christina learns she's pregnant again.

Despite being relatively content with the life she's found herself in, she's not looking to add to it. She makes the mistake of talking about it with a girl friend over lunch, about how she doesn't want another baby. Sam, who should have been napping, is awake and hears and gets excited. It's all over from there. Her husband finds out and he's weirdly excited about it. He didn't pay attention the first time, content to let Christina do the parenting, but he's ready now. He loves Sam, and he can't wait for the baby.

The enthusiasm doesn't last long.

Tara is a difficult baby.

Born 10 weeks early, it takes a month in the ICU before they can bring her home. Sam nags her to see the baby daily, as if staring at the little thing in the basket sucking on a ventilator is worth wasting her time for. She has problems with her lungs from the get-go. And that's only the start of it. She cries, she doesn't want to feed, she won't sleep. There's constant hospital visits and check-ups with specialists. Her husband decides to go back to work early, escaping across the country, previous sentiments forgotten.

One day she just won't stop crying. She was crying when she left to pick up Sam from school, and she was still crying when she returned. The only thing that stops her from taking a pillow to its face is the sight of her daughter on her tiptoes, reaching through the bars to press chubby fingers to its cheek, cooing at the baby. The thing actually shuts up for once.

Christina offloads most of the parenting onto Sam.

Baby Tara is receptive to Sam because she's gentle and touches her and doesn't yell. Babies are sensitive to emotional cues.

By the time Sam is 10, Christina is gone most of the time, working, or not working, it's hard to tell.

They're both cheating on each other. He gets so mad about the Sam lie because of all the years he wasted stuck with her.

Tara starts pre-school a year late because neither of her parents remembered to enroll her. The school tried to put her in the grade she should be in, but quickly realised that wasn't going to work. Tara was smaller than the other kids, and with her health problems, they decided it was better to downgrade her a year.

Sam does her best to help Tara with school, but she doesn't know about learning disabilities or how to help her.

By the time their father left, Christina did nothing except drop off an envelope of money on the counter monthly and pay the bills. Sam learns to forge her mother's signature to sign off on Tara's medical needs.

#/mp #ask box #Scream #Tara Carpenter #Sam Carpenter #Christina Carpenter #my writing tag #topic: neurodivergence #topic: childhood #topic: medical #scream headcanon tag #fuck christina carpenter club #the tags tag #gonna make the parents the WORST #Guess who just learnt about Bronchopulmonary Dysplasia which can lead to asthma 👀 #Sam loves her darling little sister right from the beginning #her big brown eyes. her dainty little hands. the way she smiles at her like she's her whole world (she is) #she never gets irritated with her like her parents do. she doesn't understand why they're so mad all the time. #it's not Tara's fault that she's sick. she doesn't try to cause trouble. she tries so hard to be good #Sam knows. Sam sees. Sam makes sure her little sister feels loved. The way that Tara makes Sam feel extra special and loved too. #Sam was parentified

[doodlebeeberry]

Restless Sleep

Liam turned to look at him. Their eyes locked, breaths quiet. Faces betraying nothing. Slotted streetlight crept over the two of them through the blinds. Two out of six out of eighteen out of twenty-four that god, for whatever reason, seemed to fucking despise.

in which Bryce tries to rationalize the present situation, just a little bit

give it up for these guys for having the absolute worst time ever.

(ao3 link in source)

 God must hate him. It was the only explanation Bryce had for any of this.

 Someone—or several someones, given his luck—had looked down at the earth from their cushy little seat in whatever stupid heaved they came from to find a prime someone to fuck with, and, for whatever reason, he’d just so happened to fit the bill. He checked all the boxes of someone deserving of a vacation straight to the strangest hell imaginable, and so off he’d went. Nevermind the obligations he’d been ripped away from: work shifts, mounting bills, bottles waiting to be emptied. No, no, no, just let all that pile up. Go live out some pointless nightmare, then come back to whole new problems instead. That’s what they’d decided for him, not giving a shit as to what he’d wanted. He was just lucky he’d been able to work with what he was left with afterward.

 Now, the brush with being fired wasn’t fun, to say the least, and neither was the lack of voicemails from anyone outside work waiting for him after he’d dropped off the face of the earth for several days. He’d spent plenty of the following nights watching the shadows on his ceiling instead of sleeping, unable to shake the feeling that he’d wake up somewhere else. But he’d weathered it out. He cleaned his apartment. Went back to work. Started talking to his neighbours more, and called his family for the first time in a while (if only just to hear their voices again). He’d even nabbed himself a managerial position after health problems forced the last guy to step down. He’d pushed away enough of the anger and confusion and dread that he’d been left with to finally get his life in a position he was ok enough with. Happy with sometimes, even! And then god remembered.

  And now there was. This.

 Now, Bryce had never been religious. He’d never put enough thought into it to really care, honestly. His last real experience with religion had been several years ago, at the funeral of an aunt he really hadn’t known well, crowded into the worn pews of the stuffy, summer-hot church it’d been hosted in, alongside a mess of family and family-friends, zoning in and out as the pastor spoke. He couldn’t really remember exactly what he’d said. Something about gifts from god. Or warnings, maybe. Reasons a higher power would hate you that he’d pointed ignored.

  Presently, though, he sighed, blinking up into the din once again. The blanket was both too hot and too cold, and the laptop’s fan filled the little apartment with a soft whirring as it charged. He wasn’t sure if Texty needed to sleep like he and Liam did, given that they didn’t seem to need food or water either, but he sure as hell wasn’t gonna ask, having made the very deliberate choice that he did not care. Speaking of which.

  Bryce rolled over, the bed creaking, until he found himself staring out at the apartment at large, Liam laying on the floor between the bed and the table. After shoving him off towards the shower the scattered man had sorely needed, Bryce had dug up the old quilt he used on colder winter nights and laid it out on the floor, along with a little rolled-up towel in place of the spare pillow he didn’t own. Once Liam had stepped out, seeming somewhere between slightly more at ease and just fucking spent, they’d turned in with hardly another word. Neither had slept, though. Even in the low light, Bryce could see Liam staring up at the ceiling, face blank, eyes elsewhere, arms folded over the blanket, grasping it tight. The towel, as not a pillow as it was, had flattened underneath him.

 For months Bryce had written the plane off as a nightmare brought on by one too many drinks. He still felt that way somewhere, deep down, despite the days he’d definitely missed and the half-stranger currently having an existential crisis on his floor. It was way better that way, after all. Just some nonsense his brain made up to scare him: no sunny fields, no giant pools, no living textboxes or abstract prophets or disembodied voices with enough powers and regardlessness for life to certainly fit the sound of god, nobody dead, nobody he knew and understood, nothing he’d never be able to understand, nobody he needed to worry about after the fact—no, none of it should’ve been real, none of it could’ve been real, and yet—  

  Liam turned to look at him. Their eyes locked, breaths quiet. Faces betraying nothing. Slotted streetlight crept over the two of them through the blinds. Two out of six out of eighteen out of twenty-four that god seemed to fucking despise.

 On the way to New York, Liam had given him a clearer (read: comprehensible) explanation of what had happened after Bryce’s elimination. Of Scenty (Amelia, Amelia, fuck—) throwing the challenge to send him home, Airy disappearing when he was so, so close to home, the system of shifts, the plug, the shed, the realization that Liam was literally dead to the world. The world, except, of course, for Bryce.

 Liam broke away first, turning, after a moment, onto his other side and shuffling in an attempt to force the towel into a comfortable position. Engrossed in the impossible task, he didn’t even notice Bryce’s own shifting, nor his brief consideration, or even the tossing of the pillow itself until it smacked Liam square in the back. By the time he turned to grab it, Bryce had already rolled over to face the wall. He heard Liam breathe in, pause, then, in a tired whisper,

       “Thanks”

  before the apartment fell silent once more. Bryce pressed his cheek into the crook of his arm, staring out, trying not to think too much about any of it.

 Who cared if god hated them, anyway.

#local man meets god and is not impressed #hfjone #hfjone liam #hfjone bryce #hfjone backpack #hfjone soda bottle #writin and ravin

[purplesurveys]

1536

What is something you're afraid of? Getting in a car accident. It’s less being afraid of getting hurt (though this is scary in itself, of course), and more afraid of the uncertainty of how the other driver is gonna react. Is he gonna yell at me in the middle of a busy highway? Pull out a gun? Sue me even if nothing was my fault? It’s all super anxiety inducing lol which is why when I drive I’m just extremely polite and give way to everyone and brake prematurely every time I have to slow down.

Have you ever used the app Duolingo to learn a language? Yeah, that’s what I did with Spanish in the early months of the pandemic. Then I reached the verbs and found it impossible to learn, so I gave it up. I also honestly didn’t like its competitive aspect because at some point, using Duolingo started feeling like an obligation because I didn’t want to lose against other users lol, rather than actually learning as I went. When did you last hear thunder? It must have been this week. We’ve been having typhoons left and right.

What all have you put in the trash today? Pieces of paper and an empty can are what I can remember.

Do you enjoy blueberry muffins? No. If I have the choice to remove the blueberries then yes. Hahahaha

Do you prefer juice or lemonade? Lemonade, even though I’m generally not a fan of both. What did you last eat that was fried? KFC Hot Shots.

What's something you will never forget? Kimi, of course.

What's the most bitter pill you've ever taken? Lina answered this metaphorically so I will too – uhm, I guess the entirety of my breakup? I know it’s such a boring answer Robyn keeps citing it blahblah but it really served as a time of swallowing pills that I regrettably allowed to get bitterer and bitterer over time. I can tell you my life turned around to be as good as it gets once I was able to accept them all, though.

How many pillows are on your bed? I have 2 but I also have this giant Tata plushie that I keep close to me when I sleep.

What was the last text you sent? I don’t feel like checking my last text per se, but my last message overall was me asking Angela how she’s doing. Girl’s going through a bit of a crisis so I’ve been checking on her once every few hours. How many boats have you been on in your lifetime? Too many. I live in an archipelago and will sometimes have to take boats to get to certain island provinces.

Do you ever go to a lake and feed ducks/geese? No.

Did you know bread was bad for ducks? That’s what I’ve been taught, yeah. I’ve never seen a body of water with ducks before though so this whole feeding the ducks thing has always been irrelevant to me.

Do you know anyone who is a real estate agent? A co-worker’s parents are. She also tried it out briefly earlier this year but went on to give PR a try.

What was the last online review you left? It was just positive feedback on a seller from whom I bought photocards, as you do when you take part of K-pop buy and sell hahaha.

How many photo albums do you have? My siblings and I used to have several each, but my parents eventually got a biiiiiiiig ass album for each of us so all our photos can fit in that one album instead.

What is something you have recently forgot to do? OK so this technically isn’t a case of forgetting because it was my fault lol but I’ll share it anyway: having a cake delivered. So since my dad is abroad, he wanted to surprise my mom on her birthday with her favorite cake and tapped me to help out in handling the delivery (he’s in Europe, so all he can do on his end is purchase the cake). Anyway, his instruction to me was to have the cake delivered the night before her birthday -- which I completely missed out on from his messages lol -- and I just readily assumed I was gonna book a delivery on the day of.

Anyway, my mom’s birthday was today and I woke up to a message from my dad asking if I was able to bring home the cake and surprise mom the night before. I got super confused, rechecked his instructions, and that’s when I learned he wanted to do it on her birthday eve :(((((((((( I was freaking out at like 7 AM LOL and I hurriedly reached out to the bakery person (who turned out to have texted me the day before - which I missed - but never followed up) asking if they already got rid of the order :(( but fortunately they were calm as all hell and told me to relax because the cake was still safe and sound with them haha.

If this taught me anything it’s that I’m not as attentive to instructions as I thought I was, lol. But I’m glad to share the surprise still went smoothly, I did get the cake delivered today, and my mom loved it!

What's a memory you have that involves animals? Going to an eco-park in Bali and interacting with a bunch of animals. I got to hold a snake, a couple of large birds, and a tortoise which is really as close as I can get to my idea of heaven lol. In the same trip I also got to interact closely with elephants for the first time.

Would you rather plant a vegetable or flower garden? Veggies, so I can enjoy them right after.

Is yellow one of your favorite colors? It most definitely is not.

When did you last exercise? Like three or four weeks ago when I went spinning with Bea and Liara.

What color is most dominant in the room you're in? I guess white, since all my walls are that color.

What is a popular TV show or movie that you do not like? Game of Thrones. < Oooh, this is a goodie. Also Grey’s Anatomy.

How many beverages have you consumed today? Technically, four – I’ve had water, coffee, and I also mixed soju and Yakult to drink a little bit earlier tonight.

What was your favorite snack when you were a kid? I was obsessed with Nova chips. Looking back at those days I’m partly side-eyeing my mom for having allowed me to eat junk food as often as I did when I was a kid lol, and partly grateful because I don’t regret it one bit.

Is there anything currently bothering you? Yeah I guess but it’s nothing major.

What is something you love that is blue? My phone. Hahahaha.

What's a horror movie that has scared you? The Shining. Do you think Bigfoot is real? Nopes.

What's your favorite flavor of candy? Chocolate.

Do you think you could win a cooking competition? What would you cook if you were in one? I doubt I’d even be considered to join one.

How many doctors appointments do you usually have within a year? Zero. I don’t go unless something really grave is affecting me.

What last made you emotional? Thinking about Kimi.

How is your day going? I won’t count the little of what this day has been so far (it’s 1:43 AM), but the previous day was a bit crazy and different than usual. Angela’s going through something and with Hans literally on a flight to the US I’ve had to be the main person by her side. I’m just hoping for good news at this point.

#survey #surveys

[casspurrjoybell-25]

November - Chapter 2

*Warning Adult Content*

 - Oliver -

A bump of turbulence jolts Oliver awake.

The side of his face is resting against something warm and solid.

"Brad?" he mumbles.

"Nope, not Brad."

Quickly, Oliver pulls away and sit up straight, rubbing his face.

"Shit, sorry. I didn't mean to fall asleep on you."

The corners of Cooper's eyes crinkle as he smiles at the young man next to him.

"It's okay. I've been told I make an excellent pillow."

"I can believe it. Do you have a girlfriend or wife waiting for you to come home to and to be her pillow?"

"Nah. I haven't found anyone who will put up with me being gone for months at a time with my job. There also isn't a huge selection of gay men on the peninsula."

Oliver whipped my head around to stare at the large man to the left of him.

"You're gay?"

Cooper grins.

"Sure am."

"I thought you were just being extra friendly and strangely tolerant of another man sleeping on you."

"Well, I'm that too."

Oliver felt himself blushing.

"Well thanks, you know, for everything. I was prepared to sit here and sulk for the whole flight but I got lucky having you in my row."

"Those are words that I've never heard come out of anybody's mouth before," Cooper laughs.

"I'm grateful you tolerated having me invade your personal space. It won't have been fun having someone cursing my existence the whole time."

"I'm grateful for your existence," Oliver replies, knowing he was flirting a bit.

Oliver knew he shouldn't be doing that but he was having a hard time feeling guilty about it.

He leaned forward and grabbed his small backpack from underneath the seat in front of him and pulled out a container of peanut butter cookies.

"Do you want some?" Oliver asked, showing them to Cooper.

I baked these for Brad and I to eat on the plane trip but he's probably got a meal included with his seat."

"I'd love some. It's going to be a long drive back home after we land, so I could use a snack."

After he took a few, Oliver offered some to the woman sitting in the window seat. When he turned back, Cooper was smiling at him.

"How did someone as generous as you end up with a guy who booked you a cheap seat away from him?"

Oliver knew Cooper didn't mean any offense but he felt like he had to defend Brad.

"He's not all that bad. It's his money after all and he worked hard for it. He's not obligated to spend any of it on me."

"What does he do for a living?"

“He's a consultant for a software company. He manages projects and flies all over the whole to meet with his clients."

"And what do you do for a living, Oliver?"

"I'm a research assistant. I enter data for clinical trials and give the trial drugs to patients in the study."

"So you're in the medical field?"

“Kind of. I have a nursing background but I want to get into the research side of it. I'm hoping to manage my own clinical trials someday."

Cooper raises an eyebrow.

"Seems to me like your job is hard work and more meaningful."

Oliver shrugs.

"Maybe. Depends on who you ask."

"What do you like about Brad?"

"He's charming and smart. A great dancer and and he always looks amazing."

"All good things," Cooper replied.

But generous didn't make the list."

"He's generous when it counts. You know, at Christmas and my birthday. And every once in a while he gets the check at dinner. I'm not expecting anything more than that."

"Sorry, I'm not trying to judge," Cooper said.

"It's your business. It just doesn't sit right with me, what he did."

Oliver didn't know what to say.

It felt shitty that his relationship looked bad to an outsider but deep down, he knew Cooper probably had a point.

If the situation had been reversed, Oliver would have bought Brad a first class seat, as well.

And if he couldn't, he would have sat in economy with him.

Fortunately, the intercom crackled to life as the pilot informed us that they were going to start their descent.

Oliver didn't want the flight to end with awkwardness, so he turned to Cooper and smiled.

"Hey, would it be okay if I reached out for more recommendations or questions about the area for my trip, while I'm here?" he asks.

"Of course," Cooper says and holds out his hand for Oliver’s cell-phone.

"You're going to love Washington. You really can't go wrong."

"Thanks. We're here for two weeks, including Thanksgiving, so we've got a lot of time to explore."

"Why did you decide to visit this time of year? Most tourists come in the summer."

"November is usually a slow time for Brad at work, so we had to put it off until now. I know it's going to be rainy, but will we still have a good time?"

Cooper nods.

"Fall on the peninsula is my favorite. Everything gets a little dried out during the summer, so the moss looks better when the rain returns. And I like the grey, blustery days."

"It'll be a change from the constant sunshine in San Diego," Oliver says, smiling at the handsome man next to him.

"I'm looking forward to it."

                                       - Cooper -

As they filed off the plane and into the airport, Cooper grips Oliver's shoulder.

"Have a great trip. It was nice meeting you."

Oliver smiles, the dimple in his left cheek deepening.

"It was nice meeting you too. I'll be sure to reach out if I have questions or need a trail recommendation."

Cooper nods and takes his large hand off Oliver’s tiny shoulder and then watches as he walked over to the window where his boyfriend is standing, already on his cell-phone.

Cooper was sad to see the cute man leave, especially knowing he'd be with his jerk of a boyfriend.

Sighing, Cooper readjusts my backpack and started walking.

He knew he shouldn't judge.

He had only seen one interaction between Oliver and his boyfriend and maybe it was one bad moment among a lot of good ones.

Besides, it's not like I had a lot of experience with relationships.

Cooper’s relationships had all been short-lived or they'd been long distance since he was either living on the peninsula or gone for months on a fishing job.

Okay, maybe he was right about Oliver’s boyfriend being a jerk.

After seeing this, he didn't have much confidence that Oliver was going to have a good trip.

This Brad guy seemed more interested in just about anything that wasn't Oliver.

Shaking his head, Cooper turns back to pay for his snacks and drink.

There was nothing he could do about it.

                                        - Oliver -

When Brad and Oliver reached the rental car desk, Brad finally got off his cell-phone.

"Sorry. Trying to make sure everything is set with work."

As disappointed as Oliver was about them spending the plane flight apart, he tried to cut Brad some slack.

It probably wasn't easy for him to step away from his job for two weeks and maybe he needed the last few hours on the plane to wrap everything up.

He wouldn't have been able to do that if Oliver was sitting next to him and now, he could give me all his attention for the rest of the trip.

"It's okay," Oliver tells him.

"Let's get the car and start driving so we can get dinner before it gets too late."

Brad frowns at this comment.

"I don't want to wait until we get to Port Angeles to eat. Let's stop in Seattle before we get on the ferry. There's a restaurant here that I want to try out."

Oliver was excited to get out to the Olympic Peninsula but he wanted to make Brad happy as well. It was his trip too after all.

"Okay," the young man agrees but half hour later, he wished I hadn't.

The restaurant they walked into was located on a pier on the waterfront.

Judging by the décor, the waitstaff and the clientele, it looked very expensive.

As they were seated, Oliver steeled himself for the prices on the menu.

He'd saved up for months for this trip and he had just enough funds if he kept all of his meals around twenty dollars.

Oliver shouldn't have been surprised to see that most of the appetizers were twenty dollars.

The entrees started at fifty and topped out around eighty.

Oliver was hungry but he'd have to settle for a plain salad.

At least those were in his price range.

"I know this probably isn't in your budget," Brad says, scanning the menu.

"But I wanted to try this restaurant. We're only going to be in Seattle for a couple hours and they're known for seafood."

Oliver gave Brad a half smile.

"I understand but since I wouldn't have picked this restaurant, could you cover for me? Just for this. It'll help me a lot."

Brad closes his eyes and sighs and Oliver immediately regrets asking.

"Oliver, you know how I feel about this. I'm not here to provide for you or for any man, for that matter. I'm looking for a partner in life, not someone I have to take care of."

"Right, sorry. Forget I asked," Oliver replies, as his heart sank.

"If I choose to treat you, it's just that, a treat. It's because I want to do it not because you ask me or because I feel obligated."

Oliver nods, staring down at the tablecloth. Sometimes he hated how Brad made him feel.

Like he was less than or like he wasn't capable of taking care of himself.

If they weren't on a two week vacation and it was any other month, Oliver would be able to afford dinner here.

It's not something he could do all the time but he could pull it off once in a while.

His job didn't pay much but that didn't mean he was living in poverty.

Before Brad, he'd done just fine living in a modest apartments with roommates, grabbing take out or getting brunch together on weekends.

Brad's taste was a lot more expensive.

When Oliver moved in with him, he could barely afford his half of the rent for his boyfriend’s condo.

Everything started to feel like a struggle after that.

"We can split an appetizer if you want," Brad offered.

That would still put Oliver over budget but at least he'd get more food.

"Okay, thanks."

Brad reaches over and takes Oliver’s tiny hand in his hand.

"I love you and I'm looking forward to this trip and to spending more time with you."

Oliver tried to smile.

"I love you too."

[bbyheedeungie]

Tales of the ring | Orphan! Jay AU Part 1

Pairings: Jay x Reader

Genre: fluff, angst, eventual smut, age gap (4 years)

Warnings: suggestive content, messy timeline

Synopsis: You've spent most of your lives together at a Catholic orphanage in a small town, with Jay being left there as an infant and you volunteering there since you were thirteen years old. Now twenty-three, every child in the orphanage looks up to you as their older sister. Well, except for that one stubborn kid named Jay.

You always tend to his cuts and bruises when he fell down after climbing on trees with his friends, but not after a long hour of bickering.

"Stop climbing trees if you're just gonna fall down!" You scold 9-year old Jay as you rummaged through the first aid kit.

"Just shut up and fix me up, woman." He demands, his arms crossed over his chest. You sigh.

"I'm just worried about you, okay? You could've broken a bone or something!" You reasoned with him. His eyes turns into slits, glaring at you.

"Are you calling me a wimp?" He challenges. Though it never crossed your mind, the thought of calling him a wimp was indeed amusing. You tried to suppress your laughter but it came out as a snort.

"Hey, I'm not a wimp. Drop it." Jay says, almost coming out as a whine. You nod, trying to calm yourself down from wanting to laugh. Cause you know Jay's going to end you if he even hears anything close to a giggle come out from your lips.

_

"Still as wimpy as ever, huh?" You teased him as you disinfected his wounded knees. He was sitting on the couch with you kneeled infront of him, and 16 year old Jay just can't seem to take his eyes off you.

Your lower lip is caught in between your teeth as you concentrated on his cuts, and Jay licks his own lips unconsciously.

At 20 years old, you have grown to be quite a lady, Jay notes. Beautiful, luscious hair that complimented the perfect features of your face, your body slightly plump in some places which gave you that womanly figure, dainty and gentle hands that cared for his wounds, any man would think of you as wife material. And Jay couldn't help but huff in annoyance at the thought of other men wanting you for themselves.

"And you're still as annoying as ever." He mutters before he pinched your cheeks hard, making you yelp in pain and involuntarily putting pressure on the cotton ball you were dipping onto his wound. Soon after, you were both crying from pain.

"How could you." He said in betrayal, clutching his wounded knee.

You always chased after him around the orphanage when he had a fever to make him take his medicine when he refused to drink them, dragging him by the back of his shirt to his room to make him rest.

"You can't just pull a stunt like that when I'm fixing up your cuts you dummy." You glared at him, massaging your reddened cheek.

_

"I don't want to stay in bed, woman. I wanna play outside!" 11-year old Jay huffs in annoyance, kicking off the blanket you've just placed on his body. You sighed and placed it back on him.

"Bold of you to call me a woman after I've just wrestled you at the lobby earlier." 15-year old you chuckled, remembering what you had to go through to make him go back to his room.

"Don't remind me, you were like a freaking hippo back there! Geez." Jay scrunches his nose and turns his back to you.

_

"You insufferable woman." He mutters as you tuck him into his bed. 18-year old Jay was just as irritable as ever, but only when it came to you.

"Yeah yeah." You rolled your eyes at him dismissively as you placed a cold compress to his forehead. He's such a big baby.

"Stop being a jerk for once and learn to take care of yourself, will you?" You scold him, leaning in to fix the position of his pillow. Jay's heartbeat goes nuts, with your body so close above him. He could just grab you by the waist then and there and hold you tight. Your feminine scent was so alluring, filling up his senses, your skin translucent in the moonlight shining through the windows and he even caught a glimpse of your cleavage through your thin, white dress shirt.

Shit, shit, shit. He thinks, fisting his blanket tightly. His cheeks glowed crimson red, but thankfully you thought it was just because of the fever.

_

Rest assured, Jay wasn't all that bad as others make him out to be, and you strongly believe this. You remember that one night, it was your fourteenth birthday but you didn't bother telling anyone. You didn't want to burden the sisters, and your family didn't care much about it either. But Jay did. He cared, and he remembered.

You sat on the roof, your secret hiding place, as you admired the starry sky. But it's not really a secret when Jay knows about it. The ten year old boy climbed up, grunting as he struggled keeping his balance. You flinched at the sound and panicked, but it immediately died down when you saw it was just him. He quietly sat beside you.

Silence took over as you sighed in content, taking in the peaceful evening.

"Happy birthday." Jay said, almost a whisper. Your head turns to him and he immediately looks the other way, refusing to meet your eyes.

"Thank you, Jay." You said in gratitude, not bothering to hide your smile. He still refused to look your way as he held out his fist.

"What is it?" You asked in confusion, furrowing your eyebrows at his closed hand. He sighs, taking your hand in his as he placed something cold and hard on your palm.

"It's for you." He says. You gasped, taking in the shiny object encrusted with tiny jewels that glinted in the moonlight.

"Jay, where did you get this?" You ask him, bewildered.

"The sisters said they found that ring in my pocket when they found me outside the door of the orphanage the night that they took me in. It's my most precious possession. In fact, it's my only possession." He says, laughing lightly as he looked up at the sky.

"Must be an heirloom, maybe you came from a wealthy family! Jay, I can't accept this. This is important to you!" You exclaimed, holding the ring back to him.

You're important to me. He thinks.

"Maybe, but they've left me here haven't they?" He simply shrugs.

"But why give it to me?" You asked, holding the ring close to your chest. Jay rolls his eyes and clicks his tongue.

"Hey, no more questions. I gave it to you as a birthday gift, so you better treasure it. Good night." He says and prepares to climb down, leaving you dumbfounded.

_

At nineteen, Jay was the oldest at the orphanage. He never got adopted, and younger kids would pick on him because of it.

"You never got adopted because your a weirdo."

"They can probably sense that you're useless."

But Jay being Jay, he'd beat them up everytime just because their faces annoy him. And you'd be the one to ask for forgiveness for his sake everytime he got in trouble. You knew him well enough to know that although he'd never admit it out loud, seeing other kids like Jungwon and Sunoo get adopted while he gets left behind hurt him more than it should.

"I'm very sorry for Jay's actions, please don't send him away." You begged to the Mother Superior's feet, and Jay couldn't help but feel embarrassed. Not of you, but of himself for having you go through all this for him.

"Noona, please you don't have to do this." He tells you softly, for once as he tries pulling you up to your feet but you just won't budge.

"I'm sorry Y/N, I know you have grown quite close to Jay for the past ten years. But he is now of legal age he can't just keep hurting minors." The mother superior, which is the head of the orphanage states.

"Jay promises he won't do it again, please." You continue to plead, at this point you were so close at kissing the sister's feet if that'll make them forgive Jay.

"What, when did I promised—." He says and you signal him to shut up. The sisters sigh, and decide to just punish Jay by making him work at the farm for a month. You thank them over and over, tears welling in your eyes.

"Y/N, may I have a word with you. Jay, you may retire to your room." The mother superior instructs. Jay looks at you hesitantly, before leaving.

"Have a seat." She commands you, and you oblige.

"What is it that you wanted to talk about?" You asked.

"Listen, dear. You're now twenty-three years old, you are at your ripest age of getting married. Not only that, but you're also one of the most beautiful maidens of this town. You can't spend your life at this orphanage forever. Won't you consider settling down soon?" She suggests, and you felt a lump in your throat, your heart feeling unease.

"That's alright, Mother Superior. I'm only twenty-three, I still have a lot to figure out in my life. When a man does take interest in me, I'll decide then." You assure her, and stand up to leave.

The next days, you'd wake up early to prepare breakfast for the kids and for Jay before he heads off to the farm. Jay being the stubborn boy he is, refuses to sit down and have breakfast and so on most days, you'd chase after him to bring him his breakfast and lunch box. He'd purposely walk faster, ignoring your shouts. A smirk never leaving his face.

"Jay! Jay! Wait!" You yelled, chasing your breath as you continued to run after him. But your quick steps were no match for his long strides.

"Jay you freaking dimwit! Haaaaalt!" You yell at the top of your lungs with all your might, and he finally stops in his tracks, turning to look at you.

"Oh, you've been calling for me? Did you need something?" He asks, feigning ignorance that you've been shouting his name for a good fifteen minutes. You huff, stomping towards him angrily. His face smug the whole time.

Others would think you're ready to punch him in the face, but instead you would take his hand and place his boxed meal there. You sigh.

"Take care of yourself, okay? And finish everything I packed for you." You say. Jay simply rolls his eyes and waves a hand at you dismissively.

"Yeah yeah, just don't go missing me too much." He teases, suppressing a smile. You scoffed, punching his shoulder lightly.

"Damn right, I wont." You stuck your tongue at him before waving him goodbye, running back to the orphanage.

As you walked back, you notice a fancy carriage parked in front of the orphanage. Many people were gathered around, gossiping.

"The crown prince has selected candidates to be his wife."

"Now that the queen has passed away, the prince must choose his bride in order to ascend to the throne."

"Oh what a lucky girl she must be."

You slip through the crowd of people, successfully making your way inside.

"Oh here she is now." Mother Superior introduces you to the men in fancy clothing, and you stood their dumbfounded.

"She is a beauty indeed." The men agreed to themselves.

"What exactly is happening?" You whisper to the Mother Superior.

"They came here for you, my child. You have been selected by the prince to become a candidate of being his wife. I've already had your suitcases ready, they will take you to the palace now. And don't worry, I've already informed your parents and they are more than happy and wished you the best."

Everything was happening so fast, it's like everything's been decided for you. And amidst the chaos in your mind, you could only think of one person. Jay.

"What about Jay, I haven't said goodbye—" You pleaded to the old woman to let you see Jay one last time but the footmen has announced your departure to the palace. You choked on your tears as pain burned through your chest, clutching Jay's ring to your chest as you were brought further and further away from the place you called home all your life.

Jay plowed the soil over and over, sweat trickling down his neck and forehead. The sun is high and the heat is a pretty tough companion.

"Jay! Jay!" Jay's friend, Sunghoon called his name, sprinting towards him as if his life depended on it. Sunghoon was one of the orphan kids who got adopted recently, whose home was only a few blocks away from the orphanage. Jay halted his work, placing the tool beside him.

"Haven't seen you in a while, what brings you here?" He raises his eyebrow. Sunghoon holds onto his knees as he catches his breath, before uttering words that shattered Jay's heart into pieces.

"No, it can't be." He refuses to believe it, shaking his head aggressively as tears welled in his eyes. It felt as if he was pierced so deeply in the chest with a dagger, so agonizingly painful.

"It is true, they took Y/N to the palace to become the prince's bride. It's been the talk of the town all morning." Sunghoon is sad for his friend, knowing his feelings for her all along.

"No! Y/N wouldn't do that, she wouldn't leave just like that. No." Jay cried and ran his way back to the orphanage, leaving his belongings behind.

He enters the orphanage, screaming for your name.

"Noona? Noona! I'm here, I'm here now. Noona? Where are you?" He kept on calling for you, his voice breaking as tears blurred his vision. The sisters tried to calm him down but he shoved their hands away from him.

"No! It can't be, she couldn't have left. Please tell me she didn't leave, please." Jay crumbled as he called your name over and over in agony. He begged for everything to be just some sick joke, a prank you planned to get back at him for always being so mean to you.

"Y/N." He choked out before everything spiraled infront of him and went black.

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Scale, Part 8 | KSJ

Scale, Part 8

Definition: A beam that is supported freely in the center and has two pans of equal weight suspended from its ends; Something graduated especially when used as a measure or rule: such as (a) an indication of the relationship between the distances on a map and the corresponding actual distances; (b) a series of marks or points at known intervals used to measure distances; A graduated series or scheme of rank; A means of ascent.

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Pairing: KSJ x fem!reader; appearances by OT7

Rating: Mature content (21+), no minors please!

Genre: Rich boy!AU; CEO!AU; strangers to lovers; fluff; angst; smut

Count: 11.5K+ words

Warnings: socioeconomic imbalance; heavy cussing; hints of arranged marriages; alcohol consumption; criminal investigation; stakeout; criminal surveillance; hints of gambling addiction; true-crime documentaries; law enforcement involvement; angst; fluff; smut; angry sex (OC slaps Jin); oral (F-rcvng); unprotected sex (please wrap it up); Tae is a sexy god; Namjoon drives here (it’s integral to the plot 😅)

Summary: Kim Seokjin lives in a world where money is no object as he is the heir to his family's lucrative company; OC is a scrappy go-getter who has to work hard at multiple jobs to meet her financial obligations. When their paths cross, they'll have to figure out whether they can find a balance point between themselves and their lives.

A/N: A lot of time-jumps here and there. I haven't done a great job of double-checking so I do apologize!

Also as in the last update, lots of 'technical' and 'jargon-y' talk here (again). I am fully aware that some of these situations are not be plausible IRL. There's definitely lots of legal loopholes and questionable activities here especially in terms of things related to law enforcement...but this is why it's set in an AU--it just has to be plausible within the AU.

Thank you so much for your understanding and patience and...hope you all enjoy it!🤗

❤️, comment, reblog, or send me an ask 📩. Would love to know what everyone thinks. My taglist is open as well if you're enjoying this and would like to keep up on new chapters. Just DM me!

A few legal terms that I used through this update:

➝Feds/bureau: refer to the Federal Bureau of Investigation AKA 'FBI’ (if you're outside the U.S.)

➝Internal Revenue Service (IRS): the revenue service for the United States federal government, which is responsible for collecting taxes and administering the Internal Revenue Code, the main body of the federal statutory tax law. Source: Wikipedia

➝Securities and Exchange Commission (SEC): an independent agency of the United States federal government; the primary purpose of the SEC is to enforce the law against market manipulation. (i.e., protecting markets against insider trading).

◤Part 8 Prologue

The first time that you had seen Gravenstein Capital’s logo was at your office–it was embossed in gold on stacks upon stacks of binders that had arrived months prior.

The only other time that you had seen the logo outside of your work-setting was on a business card that some pillow-lipped woman left on the counter when she tried to pay you off to leave your boyfriend.

You hadn’t thought to connect it before but after talking to Jin, it was now finally making sense.

“This is quite the scandal,” Yoongi says.

“No kidding,” Jimin agrees.

When you got off the phone with Jin, you called Yoongi asking whether you could use the diner as a meeting place. He chuckled saying that his place of business seemed to be turning into this clandestine meeting place. You had no idea of what he was talking about so he figured that Jin may not have mentioned the other meetings that he’s had there with Namjoon and Zedd.

You arrived at the diner first. You caught up with Jimin and Yoongi, who had just ended evening service and were cleaning up their respective stations. Jin would have picked you up but since you had his car and he had to make a few calls, you decided to meet up instead.

Jimin was mopping the floors by the doors when Jin arrived. He unlocks the doors to let him in and the first thing he sees past Jimin’s shoulder is you, sitting by the counter, while Yoongi cleared out the register.

You gave him a small smile as he approached you cautiously while the awkwardness hung in the air.

He was wearing one of his signature white tees with a lightweight, zip-up hoodie, jeans, and sneakers. It was a look that you had grown accustomed to seeing. Although, those three-piece suits that he wore were still–

“God damn, it’s unusually warm for the wintertime!”

You hadn’t noticed Namjoon enter the diner a few minutes after Jin, arriving in a shirt and basketball shorts. “Hey, YN!” He greets you with a nod and you wave back at him, breaking the awkward tension.

Seconds later, Jungkook walks through the door as well, followed by an unknown male to you that Namjoon simply introduced as ‘Zedd.’

Jin had called in the cavalry.

It was late at night, yes–but Zedd didn’t seem to mind. He seemed like a vampire–preferring to be active in the dark.

Namjoon had to haul ass since he lived across town and struggled to stay awake since he was more of a morning person–nothing that a little caffeine and the excitement of the possibility of somebody being criminally prosecuted couldn’t fix.

After arriving, the whole crew moves into one of the larger booths, adjacent to the counter. You, Jin, Namjoon, and Jungkook sat together while Zedd pulled a chair from one of the tables right across. Yoongi remained seated at one of the stools by the counter while Jimin stood behind the booth, leaning against it while listening intently.

“So, what do you do again?” Namjoon asks as he wraps his fingers around the coffee mug handle to pick it up.

“Just a little accounting,” you reply casually.

“By the sound of it, Jin let on that it was more than ‘just a little accounting,” he says as he takes a big gulp of caffeine. He then turns around to the male standing closest to him. “I think we’re going to need the whole pot right here, Jimin.”

Jimin proceeds to walk behind the counter to retrieve the fresh pot of coffee that he made after Yoongi deduced that more people were coming in. He and Yoongi lingered after closing time until Namjoon and Zedd came by and all of this information started spilling out. It was too intriguing to pass up.

“Yoongi, Jimin–you guys don’t have to stick around. I can close up so that you and Jimin can get home and rest,” you said feeling guilty for essentially converting the diner into a makeshift war-room.

Yoongi scoffs. “Are you kidding? Plotting to pin a possible felony tax evasion case on one of the richest corporations in the city then watching the CEO take the fall? This is better than any crime documentary.”

This is the first time you had seen Yoongi take any interest in any topic other than cars and sports. Though you did share a common morbid interest in true crime documentaries.

“Thank you. I’m hoping it won’t be too long. We’re just waiting on one more person,” you said.

A few minutes later, you see a car pull up then park across the street. You, too, had called on someone on your way here.

The driver gets out and walks up cautiously towards the diner’s darkened entrance. For a moment, he hesitates and thinks he’s at the wrong place but he spots you waving to him through the dim lighting.

“Yoongi, would you mind getting the door for him, please?” He obliges since you were sandwiched between Namjoon and Jin.

Jimin pulls another chair from a neighboring table for your guest.

“Is that him?” Jin asks.

“Yeah—Hey…thank you so much for coming. Sorry, it’s late–”

“Ah, no need for apologies. I’ve always been a night owl, anyway.” He then smiles warmly at everyone in the room.

“Everyone, this is my boss, Jung Hoseok.”

Hoseok shakes hands and exchanges introductions with everyone in the room.

He takes a seat and suddenly, you all turn your attention to him.

“I had to get some copies together but I think that it should be more than enough information for this to be a productive evening,” Hoseok says.

“Right–we don’t want to compromise an active investigation,” Zedd comments.

“Precisely,” he agrees.

“That aside–what do you do at your firm?” Namjoon asks, trying to refocus the conversation.

“We do some basic bookkeeping for individuals and businesses but what we specialize in is forensic accounting. We trace funds, identify assets, and conduct some due diligence reviews. Actually, I seem to recall consulting on one of your cases, Mr. Kim–”

Namjoon chuckles. “Please, Namjoon is fine. I remember your name now–my staff recommended your expertise. You have great attention to detail,” he says.

Hoseok smiles proudly. “We typically find things that most large firms overlook.”

“How do we not work together more often?”

Hoseok shrugged his shoulders.

“We’ll need to rectify that immediately,” Namjoon says with a small smile.

“So how long has Gravenstein been a client of yours? How did you come across them?” Jin asks a little anxiously.

“Gravenstein Capital came to us almost six months ago so–they’re new to us. They had just ended the contract with their previous auditing firm and switched over to us. Our contact said– blah-blah, we heard that you had a great reputation–can we hire you? I had looked into them and found that they were a pretty large company so it was a little curious that they would approach us to review their books.”

Yoongi interrupts the group as he brings over a snack for everyone–kani and tuna dip that he quickly whipped up in the back.

Jimin reaches for a cracker to dip in but Yoongi gives him a look.

“What? I’m hungry!”

“This is for our guests. I already make your post-service meals every day!”

“It’s okay, Jiminie–go ahead,” you encouraged him.

Jungkook and Jin help themselves to the dip. Namjoon abstains–it didn’t matter if it was real or imitation crab in it. He wouldn’t touch the stuff.

“I mean–we’re pretty small but we churn out reputable reports. I’m really proud of the work that we do,” Hoseok continues.

“Then a few weeks ago, we suddenly got a flurry of documents from them. Mostly last minute–and this was right after they had said that they sent everything to us–isn’t that right, YN?” he turns towards you.

“Yeah. All of a sudden, they switched gears and said that they had some last-minute earnings and losses that they wanted to include. Their excuse was that–they had overlooked some things before but assured us that they wanted to be honest and declare everything on paper to minimize questions. It was all strange, really. And then as we combed through their latest documents–that’s when red flags started to pop up.”

“Did they tell you why they fired the last auditors?” Jungkook asked.

“Not really. All they told Hoseok was that their contract was over and it was time for a new vendor,” you explained.

“Which did not sound right at all. After all of the inconsistencies that my team found on the latest financial records that they sent to us, I decided to backtrack and revisit the other books that we had reviewed earlier. And we found a pattern.”

“What does that mean, YN?” Jimin asked intently.

“It means that they’re trying to hide actual money that they earned and trying to move it around. Some of it–they tried to write off as losses because the government doesn't tax businesses if they lost money or didn’t make a profit–that’s just the law, unfortunately,” you said, trying to explain it in the simplest terms possible.

It was fucked up at how corporate-centric the country’s tax laws were. And yet, if a regular person had lost their job or didn’t earn enough money, they still had to pay taxes on it. It didn’t matter how little or how much you made–you still had to fork it over to the man.

Hoseok then relayed that the firm had enough evidence to file a case for tax fraud against Richard Hwang and Gravenstein Capital–which, as of a week ago, was sitting on a fed's desk, waiting for a case number so that it can be served to Hwang.

“That’s great and all but I think that we need a smoking gun though–like, a second set of books or records of actual earnings or money coming in. Not these doctored ones,” Zedd finally jumps in.

Jin hadn’t mentioned to Namjoon about what his father had disclosed to him earlier that day. It would technically be enough to incriminate Hwang. However, a complication of insider trading is that the more people know about it, the same people could be prosecuted as “guilty by association.” He had hoped to reserve that bit as an absolute last resort if this tax evasion case falls through.

“He’s right. What YN and Hoseok-ssi have is just preliminary evidence on a tax evasion case–which would warrant an investigation…the problem is that investigations could take a long time,” Namjoon says.

Jin’s gears were turning. How or who would have access to the real Hwang financial records?

“Well…what about the executive assistant slash mistress?” Yoongi pipes up.

“Huh?” You were completely perplexed.

Namjoon and Jin explain that they had Zedd tailing Hwang for the last couple weeks and that one of his assistants was his mistress.

“Assistant? What’s the name?” you asked.

“Sora Ahn,” Zedd answers.

“Wait–” you and Hoseok utter simultaneously while you suddenly locked eyes.

“YN–the signatures,” Hoseok says.

“Oh my god,” you muttered.

“What is it?” Jin asks.

“That’s the same signature that appears on most of the financial documents,” you said.

“And she’s my main point of contact,” Hoseok explains.

“Okay so–the assistant–If Hwang authorizes her to sign high-level company documents like those, just think about what else he gave her authority on,” Yoongi says.

“Whaa…hyung, I love the way your mind works,” Jimin says in awe.

“Geez, I trust my assistant but I don’t think I’d ever authorize her to sign off things like that independently,” Jungkook comments.

“That’s because you’re not doing anything illegal, Jungkookie,” Jin says wryly.

“But this is all speculation. Can we get to the assistant? Can we try to turn her against Hwang?” Namjoon asks.

“I’m sure we could try,” Zedd says. “How about the wife?”

“What’s the wife’s name?” Hoseok asks.

“Viola Hwang,” he responds.

Hoseok grins. “You have got to be kidding me,” he says.

“Is she on the documents?” Jin asks curiously.

You and Hoseok traded looks once more and nodded.

“There were a couple of large payments issued to her,” you said.

“The casinos,” Namjoon and Jin say in unison.

Yoongi does one of his rare, gummy smiles. “This is insane! How is this happening in real life? You want to try and turn the wife and the mistress against him?”

“What about Miya?” Jungkook asked the unfortunate question. They already knew that Hwang was involved in some shady dealings and managed to rope his wife in, which unfortunately left a paper trail.

You shifted in your seat uncomfortably at the sound of her name. Jin tried to reach out for your hand under the table but instead, you reached out for a cracker and some dip to try and offset the tension.

Hoseok pursed his lips “Hm. Funny enough, we didn’t see her name turn up on any of the files. Did you, YN?”

You shook your head to confirm but didn’t answer–thankful that you were chewing something in your mouth so you held your tongue. You couldn’t forget your first and only interaction with her. The things she said to you–you had never been made to feel that low in your life.

“It’s entirely possible that Hwang is trying to keep his daughter clean,” Zedd suggests.

“Does she travel a lot,” Hoseok asks.

“Uh, yes. She was in Paris for at least two weeks about a month ago,” Jin says awkwardly.

You glanced at him sideways, curious as to how he knew about her travel plans. He gives you a tight smile. That was around that time that he was coming around more often–seemingly spending all of his free time with you when before that, you had only seen him in the evenings at the diner.

“Okay–circling back to Zedd’s legitimate concern–we need additional, incriminating evidence,” Namjoon, once again, trying to refocus the conversation. “Are we able to just tip off the feds and ask them to intercept the wife and the mistress? Turn them into their assets?”

“Can’t the feds just bust in and search the premises for those books,” Jin suggests.

Zedd interrupts. “Any member of law enforcement needs probable cause to conduct a warrantless search–otherwise, it’s illegal and it weakens our case. But…if we can get a mole into his house or perhaps his office…it could be a start?”

Jimin’s face lights up. “Oh! Like recon work? Like in Ocean’s–”

“Don’t. Don’t say it, Jimin-ah,” Yoongi interrupts as Jimin’s expression falters.

“Do we even know anybody who is able to slip in and out of that building easily? What type of person can we get in there? Like…a janitor or a repairman?” Jungkook suggests.

“A security guard, maybe?” Jimin chimes in.

“Would a bike messenger work?” You asked as you picked up your phone to scroll through your contacts list to make a phone call.

******

“Good morning, Eunhae! I’ve got three for you today,” He greets the receptionist with his signature boxy smile.

“Thank you,” she says while she accepts the three manila envelopes that he retrieved from his messenger bag. He then hands over a clipboard for her to sign the delivery receipt.

Last night, you gave Taehyung a call while you were all gathered at the diner, filling him in briefly on some key details of what you had in mind. Before you could even ask, he was already eager to help out in any way that he could.

By sheer coincidence, Gravenstein Capital was right on his regular bike messenger route.

As he watches her affix her signature to the designated recipient field, Taehyung clears his throat and uncharacteristically lowers his tone of voice.

“So, how are you today?” He asks as he accepts the clipboard back from her.

For as long as he’s been delivering express mail to this office, he always dreaded the answer to that question because the receptionist took it as permission to overshare information–mostly because she harbored a little crush on Taehyung.

Today, the question takes her by surprise because she always asked him that question first–every day.

Usually, after he gives her a pedestrian response like, ‘Fine,’ he was polite enough to ask her the same thing. He would grin, nod, while she spoke, and waited until she paused in between sentences to blurt out an excuse to abruptly leave for his next stop.

But not today. Today, he decided to stick around and listen to all the words that would come out of her mouth.

She smiles shyly before tucking some hair strands behind her ear.

Okay so, it wasn’t just a little crush.

“Uhm–good so far. Although–the boss is just a tiny bit tense this week.”

“Oh? How come?” Tae tries to sound very interested, while leaning forward into the desk, trying to listen intently to what Eunhae had to say.

“His daughter has been stopping by more often–which she almost never does unless she needs something. Needless to say that it’s not always a fun meeting for him,” she grimaces.

“Hmm…how often does she usually come by?”

“Once every two months, if even that? But in the last week–she’s come in almost every day.”

“Interesting. Does she come in at the same time every day?” He keeps eye contact on her.

It unnerves her. “Uhmm–usually. She’ll come in the morning for a bit then leave for whatever gym or personal shopping appointment she has. Sometimes she comes in right after most of our staff have left for the day.”

Just then, her supervisor walks over to her desk. “Eunhae, are these my files?”

“Yes, Miss Ahn. Taehyung here just dropped them off,” she says, peering up at him.

Sora, Hwang’s executive assistant gives Taehyung a once-over. “Let’s not spend too much time dawdling, Eunhae. There’s plenty of work to be done,” she says with a raised brow and walks away.

Once she was out of earshot, Eunhae rolled her eyes dramatically then shook her clenched fist at her back. “She’s so charming, isn’t she?” she says wryly.

Taehyung laughs as cranes his neck over to look through the glass walls enclosing Hwang’s office, where Eunhae’s boss walks into. The office was completely visible from the reception desk–until something caught his eye.

“Eunhae–that painting in that office…is it real?” He wonders out loud.

“Oh…that finger painting-looking thing,” she giggles.

Tae jerked his face in offense. This woman clearly had no idea. “It’s a classic art nouveau piece,” he snaps.

Her expression falters, momentarily taken aback by his sudden terse tone.

Tae catches himself then remembers the task at-hand. He softens his expression then blinks his eyes–when he opens them again, he looks back at her with a heavy-lidded gaze–it was absolutely disarming. “It’s just uh–I’m pretty familiar with the styling and brush strokes,” he says with a slight emphasis on the word ‘strokes.’

Eunhae started to fan herself with the sudden temperature change. “Oh–I see,” she chuckles nervously.

“I know your boss is in there right now but uh–you think maybe you can get me some access so that I can see it up close?”

“Uhm–” She hesitated. Mr. Hwang did not like any strangers snooping around his office especially when he wasn’t around.

Tae decided to flex a little. “I studied art and I had never seen a classic Gustav Klimt painting out in the open like this. I would really love to take some time to admire it, if I could…and–perhaps I can repay you with…dinner?” He says seductively.

She was absolutely tempted but held back. “I think I heard him say that i-it was a replica so…it might not be as interesting for you.”

But he kept at it. “That’s alright–most replicas are done by the artist’s students themselves. It would still be an interesting study for me. I promise, I’ll be–” he cleared his throat before whispering, “In and out before you know it,” then smirked.

“Please, Eunhae?” He bit his bottom lip after uttering her name to reel her in.

That did it, alright–her brain cells had officially short-circuited. “O-okay…Friday…11:30…one hour,” she manages to blurt out somewhat coherently.

“Perfect. Do you want to give me your number so I can check in with you in a couple days?”

******

Two days later…

“Okay. We’ve filed a request with the federal bureau and they’ve given us permission to participate in surveillance provided that we have them supervise it. They also planted an asset on the inside just so they can pull out Tae in case things get hairy,” Namjoon says.

A federal agent stops by Namjoon’s office to brief Jin and Taehyung on what to expect, how to act, and what to look for.

The goal was to plant listening devices in Hwang’s office and his home to gather more evidence to prosecute him for other possible fraudulent activities. Although his doctored tax documents were enough to warrant an investigation, recovering the real records would guarantee prosecution and prison time–further invalidating the contract with Jin’s father.

First up was Taehyung. He received a text on the burner phone that an agent provided to him since he wasn’t about to give out his real number. It was the receptionist at Gravenstein Capital–letting him know that Hwang had left his office for lunch.

Taehyung had some suspicions about the painting because he had taken a very immersive course in art nouveau for a semester. There, he learned that this particular painting was acquired by a private collector a few decades ago until it was included in a list of art pieces passed along through an inheritance.

After the paintings were appraised, the new owner promptly insured them for an undisclosed amount. At the time, he didn’t have room to display the artwork so he decided to keep them in a storage locker for temporary safekeeping.

A few months after they went into storage, the paintings were reported stolen from the unit.

Richard Hwang reported the theft.

He was distraught to find his storage locker ransacked. He was just starting to establish his company and was intending to hang the painting in his company’s main office–where it was to be displayed in a place of honor to remind him of where he came from.

As a consolation, he hired somebody to replicate the painting–it was so identical that it could pass as a legitimate forgery.

After a thorough investigation, the paintings could not be retrieved and no suspects were identified because the surveillance camera was conveniently out of order the night of the break-in. Since the art was insured, the owner then cashed in on the collections’ insurance policy–which was an incredibly hefty amount due to the pieces being unique and rarely auctioned off.

One of those valuable paintings included on his list was the Apple Tree by Gustav Klimt.

******

While the agent goes over the surveillance strategy with all three Kims, Taehyung mentions the painting from Hwang’s office to Jin and Namjoon and it piques the latter’s interest immediately.

“A Klimt replica, you said?” Namjoon asked.

“That’s what the receptionist told me,” Taehyung replies skeptically. “I don’t know of many Klimt Apple Tree replica paintings of that size–which by some insane coincidence has the exact dimensions of the missing portrait.” Taehyung’s education was coming in handy here as well.

“What, do you carry a tape measure on you all the time or something,” Jin jokes.

“Not to brag, Jin-hyung but I’ve worked on many paintings while I was in school and even now…at least, whenever I luck out on commissions. I can eyeball canvas size.”

Namjoon stifles a chuckle. Even though he wasn’t an artist, he’s seen enough of them to be able to gauge the dimensions of a canvas as well just by looking at it.

The Klimt painting was also of particular interest to Namjoon because the company that insured the art collection was an acquaintance of his father’s.

There were only a handful of insurance companies that specialized in high-value properties–and it was a fairly close-knit network, which was why Namjoon’s father was immediately skeptical of Dick Hwang when he found out that he “randomly” ran into his best friend in the men’s room, and somehow managed to hijack their weekly golf games and lunches at the Country Club.

At the time the paintings were reported stolen, Namjoon was still in school and hadn’t joined the company yet. But once he did, it was one of the first cases that he reviewed for training purposes. Although the case had already been settled, there was a personal note on the company report indicating that the circumstances still seemed suspicious.

Namjoon silently thought that there might be a chance that the painting wasn’t stolen after all and that Hwang putting it on display so publicly would keep up the ruse. He made a point to look into it after this briefing was done.

“I’ll be able to tell if it’s real or not just from the brush strokes. I can also try and scrape a sample of the paint if I can get close enough,” Taehyung suggests.

“If you can do that without damaging the portrait, go for it,” Namjoon says.

“But–don’t force it, if you can’t get to it,” the agent cautions. “Remember, the goal is to just bug the place.”

“Alright, well…take the opportunity if you can, Tae. If we can’t get Hwang on tax fraud alone, maybe we can tack on insurance fraud as well. The more cases, the merrier, right” Jin said dryly.

******

The following day, Taehyung strolls into the Gravenstein Capital building wearing a small, decorative broach on the strap of his messenger bag that slung across his chest. It looked like the other pins that adorned his jacket and the front flap of his bag–except that this broach had a small camera on it. He also had a barely visible earpiece to hear further instruction from the federal agent who sat in a surveillance vehicle–which looked like a nondescript utility van– parked around the corner from the building.

“Okay, Taehyung–breathe,” the agent says calmly into his earpiece. “Just try to act natural and when you get into the office, I’ll let you know where to turn and scan, alright?”

“Got it,” Tae mumbled into the earpiece.

Taehyung was a little nervous but you couldn’t tell by the way he strutted up to the reception desk to greet Eunhae with the most charming, boyish grin.

“Hi, Taehyung,” she greets him with a smile from behind the front desk.

“Hi! I was so excited when you texted,” he says with a grin.

Her cheeks flush. “Well…like I said, you have about an hour–but it would be good to keep it to 45 minutes just so you can be out of here before he comes back.”

“Don’t worry, Eunhae. I just want to look at the painting.”

She made sure to check that the coast was clear. She called her supervisor’s desk and to nobody’s surprise, she didn’t pick up. It meant that she was at lunch, too–with the big boss.

The receptionist then takes that as her cue to walk Taehyung into Hwang’s office. It was as grand as you could imagine.

It had sculptures, imported ceramic pottery, custom furniture, an ornate desk, and the pièce de résistance right across from it–the Apple Tree painting.

“Try to get it under the lip of the desk,” the agent instructs.

“This is a nice desk,” he remarks to Eunhae.

“Oh yeah–the boss is very particular about that. He had to get the wood imported and custom-made,” she says.

Tae subtly fishes out a small device from his pocket, about the size of his fingertip.

He asks as he inches closer to the desk, pretending to inspect the wood’s texture. “Uhm–those vases over there look pretty cool, too–are those imported as well?” Eunhae glances over to the opposite side of the room where Taehyung points out the ceramic collection. As soon as she starts to ramble about where the vases are from, he takes the opportunity to stick one of the two bugs under the lip of the desk, barely visible.

The camera-pin captures his actions.

“Very smooth, Tae. You’re doing good,” the agent says. “Now–try to get one on the opposite side of the room just in case so we can cover the whole place.”

As Taehyung walks across the room he approaches the painting that captured his attention. He was now inches away from it.

“This is so unreal, Eunhae,” he remarks as he closely inspects each brush stroke and color combinations on the canvas.

“Like I said, it’s a replica–so–there’s really not much going on with it.”

“It’s such a good replica that even the original artist’s signature on the lower right hand side was also duplicated?” He chuckled sarcastically.

“I mean–Mr. Hwang needed it to feel authentic,” Eunhae tries to explain.

Taehyung raked his eyes all over the canvas. This artist had a very particular brush stroke and style. Either this replicator really understood the assignment–or this was actually the real painting and it was never stolen as it was originally reported to the insurance company.

He then takes another opportunity to misdirect her.

“The glass walls here seem pretty invasive. Does your boss have a privacy button or anything like that?”

“Why do you ask,” she asks curiously.

He shrugs. “For private meetings.” He stared at her intently–but the eye contact was too much for her so she turned away momentarily to try and compose herself. Tae seizes the moment to plant the second listening device right behind the painting’s frame.

As soon as he applies a bit of pressure to the back of the frame to stick the listening device, he hears a small thud coming from the frame–as if something was hidden between the layers. He makes note of it so he could tell the agent about it.

“Nice work, Taehyung. You need to pull out now before anybody gets suspicious.”

But Taehyung doesn’t. He still wants to scrape off a bit of the paint sample to send to Namjoon to get it tested–it will confirm whether the painting was real or not.

He scans the painting again and spots a glob of paint that wasn’t fully pressed onto the canvas. It would be perfect to lift a sample from there.

Before he left home to get wired up by the agent this morning, he grabbed a palette knife and acid-free paper from his supplies and stuffed them in his pocket.

“Is it everything you thought it would be,” Eunhae asks, suddenly appearing by his side.

“It is,” Taehyung says. “It’s uhm–a good replica, I think.”

“Taehyung?”

“Y-yeah?” He asks nervously as he tries to figure out how to distract her long enough to get this paint sample.

“If you want, I can walk back to my desk and give you a few minutes alone. The boss doesn’t have any cameras so–whatever you’re plotting, you can do what you need to and I won’t have to know about it.”

Taehyung is taken aback. He hears the agent gasp audibly from his ear-piece.

“Fuck. Have we been found out? Try to play it off,” the agent instructs.

“W-what do you mean?” Taehyung smiles warmly at Eunhae.

“I mean–I kind of had a feeling that something was up. You’ve never really shown any interest in me but you’re clearly very interested in this painting…and my boss. But don’t worry–I won’t tell. I’ve been planning on rage-quitting soon, anyway,” she says. “I’m done working for assholes.”

Suddenly, Taehyung finds her extremely attractive. All of the confidence that he exuded, sucked out of him with her last statement.

“Okay–I uh–just need to take a paint sample from this. I-is that cool?”

“Yeah. I’ll leave you two alone then,” she says before walking towards the door. “You have 15 minutes.”

He didn’t need that long as he didn’t have to frantically scrape at this possibly-valuable painting. He catches the paint shavings into the paper and folds it neatly, in three layers, in an attempt to preserve it. This should be enough of a sample for Namjoon to send out to a lab to confirm.

Once done, he walks back towards Eunhae’s desk out front and stops once he reaches it.

“Got everything you needed?” She asked.

“I did–I just need to do one last thing,” he says.

“Oh? What’s that?”

“Give you my real phone number…so I can take you out on that dinner that I promised.”

After Taehyung coordinates his upcoming dinner date, he proceeds to take the elevators down and exits the building. He rounds the street corner from the Gravenstein Capital building and walks towards the utility van. As soon as the agent opens the doors, the agent welcomes him with a chuckle.

“That was smooth, man–”

But Taehyung cuts him off to make a bold declaration. “I think there’s something between the canvas and the frame that’s holding it.”

******

Elsewhere, a black Jaguar coupe pulls up to The Fairmont Hotel’s entrance at 1:30. Zedd was staking it out along with another federal agent. They theorized that Hwang may have taken another meeting there–hence the extra long lunch.

“Here she is, sir,” the valet attendant greets the driver as he makes his way down the steps towards his car.

“Thanks, kid,” Hwang says as he palms a $100 bill to Jimin before getting into his car to drive back to his office.

Jimin was briefed by another federal agent at Namjoon’s office after Taehyung.

After digging further, the feds investigating Hwang’s tax paperwork noticed that apart from his signature, this executive’s assistant signature was all over the documents as well.

She has also been the main point of contact at Jung and Associates–turning over documents, which she signed off, for auditing.

She also supposedly prepared and certified the last quarter’s paperwork. The ones that looked highly questionable, triggering this whole investigation.

Jimin tells the agent through his headset that the woman hadn’t left the premises yet. The agent then takes the opportunity to go up to the hotel to intercept her–and possibly make her an offer if she cooperates.

Sora steps out, asking Jimin to retrieve her car, handing him her valet ticket. As he walks away, a federal agent approaches her, identifies himself then asks her to retreat back into the hotel’s lobby to have a conversation with her about her boss and his dealings.

******

You were back to working at the diner. Since the Gravenstein case was now taken over by federal agents, the workload at your day job started to slow down. You were working your normal schedule again.

“YN, there’s somebody who’s asking for you,” Jimin informs you.

“Huh?” You looked up from the service tickets that you organized.

“Yeah, she’s over there by the corner.”

When glanced over to see who it was, your expression darkened.

“Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” you muttered under your breath.

“What?”

“It’s her!”

Jimin glances over to take a look. “Oh shit. Millionaire Matchmaker barbie?”

You nodded curtly.

“Shit, sorry, YN. I should have known.”

“No, Jiminie...if anything, some people should know when to stop,” you said before walking over to Miya.

“What do you want?”

She laughs mockingly. “Is that how you usually talk to customers?”

“No but we reserve the right to refuse service to anybody,” you snarked pointing at the sign out front.

“So you admit that all you’re here to do is serve?”

You gave her a tight smile.

“Please leave.” You say as calmly as humanly possible.

“You know, YN—you should take the money. Buy yourself something nice for a change.” She stares you up and down condescendingly and snickers.

“It’s too bad that with all that money you’re waving in front of my face, you couldn’t buy yourself some manners.”

That knocked the stupid grin off her face.

“By the end of the month, he’s all mine,” she says through gritted teeth.

At that point, you wanted to throw a bucket of ice water over her head.

You clicked your teeth. “That’s just on paper though. Beyond that?” You shook your head, folded your arms across your chest and smiled cockily at her.

“Now get out before I drag you out into the street by your lips,” you said firmly.

She flared her nostrils at you then took her things and left.

******

The following week…

Jin would never willingly go into this office but it was all part of the plan. Hwang had no inkling whatsoever that Jin already knew about the changes that were made to the contract–or that the feds had managed to convince his executive assistant/mistress to cooperate with them.

It wasn’t hard to turn her against Hwang. Even after she lawyered up, they managed to convince her with a deal–immunity in exchange for cooperation.

She opened up like a present on Christmas morning. Investigators found out he hadn’t been showering her with as many presents as he did before. The truth was, Hwang had been strapped for cash. He had been paying off his wife’s gambling debts and sending Miya off on trips to try and fence off the remaining artwork from his inheritance.

He had also made a series of bad investments recently–which was all part of his new venture–insider trading. He had to find the right tipsters. Unfortunately, tipsters cost money–and lots of it. Once he found a reliable source, he had to sustain it to keep a steady cash flow. One of his first victims? Kim Daesung.

When Jin arrived in the building, in his three-piece suit, he had to put on his best poker face to play up to this man’s vanity. He had also brought a bottle of single-malt Scotch whisky.

He knew how much Hwang loved his expensive, rare alcohol. This particular bottle was procured from Islay off the coast of Scotland. The distillery malts its own barley with hand-cut peat from the area, giving it that unique, smokey finish.

Jin called in a favor from a business partner who sent him the 27-year old vintage overnight. He wanted to make a good impression after the Miya debacle at the Country Club.

“Good morning, Mr. Hwang,” Jin greets him with a deep bow.

“Well, this is certainly a surprise. When my assistant told me that Kim Seokjin wanted to meet with me, I was floored! Please, sit.” Hwang says as he offers one of his plush office seats.

“Thank you, Mr. Hwang. By the way, this is for you.” He presents the bottle to him.

“Please! Call me Dickie–everybody calls me that…including your father,” he says with a grin as he accepts the gift.

“Is this—is this actually from Scotland?” Hwang asks as he reads the origin from the bottle's label.

“Yes, it is. From Islay, specifically.”

His eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “The small island that has nine distilleries?”

“The one and only.”

“How did you manage to get a 27-year old vintage? I’ve been trying to get my hands on one but I keep getting blocked at every turn,” Hwang says as he holds the bottle up to the light, turning it to inspect it.

“Ah, it helps to befriend a Scottish exchange student from your college days–and it’s great to find out that their family happens to own a distillery in Scotland,” Jin says smugly.

He was flexing. It usually made him uncomfortable to name-drop or talk about experiences that were exclusive to his social class. But Hwang relished in such topics. He loved money and talking about how much he had and what he could do with it.

He cackles. “That is amazing. Now what can I do for you, Seokjin? What brings you here?”

“I just felt that I needed to come here and clear the air–about Miya.”

“Oh–you mean that whole Country Club chatter,” he chuckles. “Well–” he raises his eyebrows and hisses through his teeth. “You know, Miya has a mind of her own…and when she sets it to something, it’s hard to pry her away from it.”

“Your daughter is very strong-willed. But I was hoping you would hear my side of things–as your future son-in-law.”

A smile creeps up Hwang’s lips. “Of course…would you uh–like to discuss it over a dram?”

“By all means,” Jin answers as Hwang pulls out some specialty glasses from the cupboard that he had behind his desk.

Of course this man would be drinking at work. He did not have any work ethic at all.

They toasted to each other’s health as Jin drones on about how Miya had misconstrued your relationship.

“I must say–sometimes my Miya has a bit of a flair for dramatics. She gets that from her mother, if you know what I mean,” he chortles.

Jin chuckles. “Exactly. But, that’s just it. There’s no need for dramatics. The woman that she confronted–she’s a girlfriend, yes. But she means nothing to me.”

He felt his skin crawl as he said it out loud but he had to sell it.

“I was–trying to recover from my former fiancée’s recent wedding–she was the first thing that I spotted. Easy target, so to speak.”

“I see,” Hwang says.

“You of all people should understand. Us guys? We just need that last bit of fun before we completely settle down.”

The words felt like acid coming out of his mouth but he managed to power through it.

“She’s a good piece of ass but–not wife material, you know? Especially for somebody like me,” he says. “But your daughter? She’s been acclimating well to society. She’d make a great Kim.”

He all but vomited bile upon uttering those words.

Hwang laughs…a little too loudly. The scotch was getting to him quick after a few shots. “So why do you have to hide it?”

“Oh you know how it is…people in our social circle? Lots of bored housewives who like to gossip. I didn’t need that around me, especially when my company stock is doing very well.”

“That’s right–you’re very profitable, Seokjin.”

“Exactly. And…it’s why I gave this woman a car and paid for some of her expenses.” He shrugs. “Sometimes you just need to give them a little bit–just so they have something to go on even though they’ll never be able to have it.”

Hwang was silent for a beat, studying Jin’s facial expression. Suddenly, he smacks the armrest of his chair. “I couldn’t agree more, Kim Seokjin. I like your style, boy,” he says with a cackle raising another glass to him.

*******

“You said what?” Namjoon yells into the phone.

“Please…don’t make me say it again. I feel fucking awful about it,” Jin says regretfully as he clutches the back of his neck.

“Eh, I get why you did it and I know that you didn’t mean any of it.”

“I just don’t want him trying anything on YN. If anybody can get to Miya, it would be him.”

Namjoon hums then switches topics. “I got a call from my federal asset. They told me that they also found out that Hwang hasn’t been paying his taxes in over ten years!”

Jin is in shock. “Holy shit…he’s such a dirtbag. But that’s good, right? It means they’re pursuing the tax evasion case?”

“Yes. They’ve served Hwang with case files recently, letting him know about the investigation—this is just from the documents that came from YN’s company…”

“Well—great!” Jin says excitedly. “This means this process is going to go much faster than we hoped, right? They could arrest him?”

Namjoon hesitated. “There’s a bit of a thing…”

“What 'thing'?”

“The process.”

“What do you mean? You said the feds were about to serve him papers, right? Government is investigating him—that fulfills the contract stipulation! He’s done for!” Jin exclaims.

“It’s not that simple. My asset also told me that…since they have bigger fish to fry at the bureau, Hwang’s case is practically at the bottom of the pile. Meaning, it could take years to look into,” Namjoon grimaces.

“Fuck…no,” Jin says gravely as he squeezes his eyes shut upon hearing of this setback.

“Listen, Jin—don’t lose hope just yet. They did say that if they’re able to find his real records—then it could blow this case wide open.”

“Wh…how would that happen?”

“I don’t know yet. Let me talk to Zedd to find out what he thinks. I’m meeting with him this afternoon because I just got a tip from one of my old buddies in Paris. There’s chatter about an Amorsolo painting that hasn’t been seen in years and I need to get a jump on it before it switches hands again.”

Jin doesn’t catch that last bit of information as his mind is already racing.

“Anyway, hang in there, man. We’ll figure this out.”

“Thanks, Joon.”

“Of course, bro.”

******

After another productive Pilates workout, Haejin was feeling energized and clear-headed. She had been quietly worrying about her dad and brother so much that enough tension had given her recurring migraines.

Jin couldn’t hold back this information from her. Of course, he had also tried to be as vague as possible on the facts so as not to make matters worse for their dad. And he was only forced to talk about the Miya-issue because she managed to get it out of Jungkook.

She starts to gather her things from the locker room to drive back home for a quick shower before proceeding to the office with renewed purpose.

“Oh, hi, Haejin!”

Well, that feeling didn’t last long.

She turns around and tries her best to act surprised. “Oh my gosh, Miya? Hi. I didn’t know that you went to this gym, too?”

“No, I don’t. I typically don’t work out at public gyms but since my personal trainer is on vacation, I thought I’d–try to get in a couple of classes–you know…we have to take care of ourselves.”

“Hmm…well, good for you!” She says with a sarcastic but wide smile. She also said it with a bit of finality to her tone and had hoped that that would be the end of the conversation.

“I didn’t know that you took classes here.”

Haejin inwardly groans. “Uhm, yeah. I’m friends with a couple of the instructors here so I come say ‘hi’ and try to take a class if I’m not chained to my desk.”

“Well, maybe next time, we should coordinate days!”

“Oh, I don’t come as often anymore because since I moved up to the director position, I don’t have much free time so I stick to my stationary bike at home.”

“Or–we can hang out on any other random day–you know, whenever you’re not busy since…we’ll be family soon and all.”

Haejin cringes. There was no way in hell this woman was going to worm her way into this family.

“That’s–a bit of a premature assumption even for you, Miya.”

“Why would it be premature? Once this contract grace period is done at the end of the month, your brother and I will be announcing our engagement–”

“If it gets to that point,” she interrupts.

Miya chuckles. “When it gets to that point, we’re going to have to get used to spending more time together.”

“I don’t have to get used to anything, Miya. And–if this wedding happens, I don’t have to change my life around. I can keep doing what I’m doing because unlike some people,” she eyed her, “I have an actual job.”

“Is that what you like about YN? That she has an actual job? That she tries so hard,” she said with a mocking expression.

Haejin’s expression remained unchanged.

“I mean…fraternizing with the help–I thought that was beneath you, Haejin” she laughed.

At this point, she wanted to scratch Miya’s eyes out. Instead, she tilted her chin up and calmly addressed her. “YN is a much more decent person than you will ever be. So you better watch what you say about the people whom I love and care about…before I pop your lips like a balloon,” she says before she finishes with a big smile.

Miya instinctively curls her lips inward as she is rendered speechless.

“Have a great day, Miya. Oh and–take it easy on the botox, huh? You looked really…perplexed,” she finishes with a cocked eyebrow, knowing full well that Miya currently lacked the facial muscle mobility to do the same.

Haejin walks out of the building and into her car, immediately dialing her brother’s phone.

“Jin–I have an idea on how to push this investigation to the top of the fed’s pile.”

“How are you going to do that?”

Haejin was feeling vindictive. It wasn’t an every day feeling but after working as a news segment producer for a few years, she wanted to cash in on those connections.

“I’m calling the TV network. I’m telling you–once they get wind of this, it will spread like wildfire. The FBI will have no choice but to take a closer look at it.”

“Hae–I don’t want everything to get out. You know dad–”

“I know, Jin!” She didn’t mean to snap at her older brother. “Sorry…I mean–I will obviously leave out that other stuff that dad told you until he talks to his lawyers. I’m just going to leak the story about the tax evasion. Maybe it will smoke out those second set of books.”

He put his full trust on his dongsaeng. They knew that what their dad had done was also against the law and they never wanted to be above it. They just wanted to push Hwang over the cliff first before they took that next step.

******

The next day…

“Can you believe this? Such bullshit. Now they’re trying to dig up old crap.”

Hwang and Miya were watching breaking news at his office. She rushed over when she saw the alert on her phone.

Hwang had been hiding out in his office since the early morning once his phones started blowing up with texts and calls from news outlets trying to confirm whether he was under federal investigation.

He managed to slip out of his home quietly before the reporters started to camp outside, waiting to catch a glimpse of this crook.

Haejin fed a tip to her former producer at the TV network that she used to work at before transferring to KimCorp. Once the fact-checkers confirmed that a case file was indeed opened for Hwang and his company, they ran the story as an exclusive, breaking news story.

Once the rest of the wires got wind of it, the FBI’s media office was inundated with calls from the press. It was all anybody could talk about.

Hwang didn’t want to admit it but all those demons that he tried to bury years ago were now catching up to him.

“Who is this insider that they’re talking about? Do you have a rat in your office, daddy?”

He seethed. “I better not.”

It seems that he and Sora had made a critical mistake on his latest tax filing. He received the subpoena from the Internal Revenue Services regarding a tax fraud investigation and a separate summons from the FBI earlier this week, which immediately forwarded them to his lawyers.

Back then, he had full confidence that this investigation would drag out since the government had other more prominent tax evaders under their crosshairs. He knows how bureaucracy works–it was synonymous with how a snail moved.

However, he did not factor in media attention. He did not prepare for this ambush.

“I told you that this little accounting firm would kick up some dust. I looked into their staff. The director boasts of 100% conviction on tax fraud cases,” Miya mutters under her breath.

“Don’t worry. They won’t find anything. All of the money is tucked into our offshore accounts. Nobody will be able to get to it until they find the actual records.” He still tried to appear calm and collected in front of her even though he was anything but.

“Speaking of those–you probably should move them somewhere safe, as soon as possible.”

“I know, Miya. The lawyers are handling it right now. I’ll move them in the morning.” He would do it tonight but not with the media buzzing about.

“It won’t be long until some investigators come up poking around this office,” Miya says worriedly.

“Relax, Miya. There’s no probable cause–meaning, they’ll keep looking at whatever I’ve given them and it will go away just like it did before.”

“Right, but this has never been televised before, daddy. This does not bode well for us.” She was a little panicked but her father tried his best to calm her down.

“Let the lawyers handle it. If they think that the feds are moving towards a search, then I’ll move things around.”

“But daddy–what about all of my travel? Wouldn’t that raise any suspicions?”

“Sweetheart, you’ve been very discreet, haven’t you?”

“Yes–”

“Then there’s no need to worry,” he shrugs. “If we show these people that we’re making sudden movements–acting out of the ordinary–then yes, it definitely raises suspicions. But if we act normally, then it gives them a sense that things are fine.”

“Have you heard from mom?” she asks.

“Not really. She’s up at the casino again,” Hwang says dismissively. “Might be a blessing that she’s not here. Otherwise, she’d probably give me a heart attack if she saw all this.”

Elsewhere, Viola Hwang walks out the doors of the Tangiers Casino and waits for her chauffeur to pull up. Another $200-grand down the drain–Dickie would have kittens trying to pay that off.

A few minutes later, she hadn't heard anything from her driver. Right when she pulls her phone out of her purse, two strangers in suits walk up to her and identify themselves as FBI agents.

“Viola Hwang? We’d like to ask you a few questions. Will you please come with us?”

******

Hours later, Hwang’s executive assistant runs into his office. “Uhm—Mr. Hwang, there are federal agents here—“

“Tell them to fuck off,” he says nonchalantly as he sips on his scotch that Jin had brought in the other day.

“There’s a lot of them downstairs, apparently. They have the blue windbreakers with the big yellow letters in the back,” Sora says.

“I heard you! Now tell them to fuck off!”

Eunhae appeals to him. “Sir…I don’t think these are the ones who can just fuck off. They said that they have a search warrant.”

“Daddy…” Miya says worriedly.

Hwang felt trapped. Recently, two agents who served him investigative paperwork stopped by then left shortly after Sora turned them away.

But not this time–because they brought many more of their friends with them. Those blue windbreakers mean business—it equates to a raid.

“Can’t you tell them to come back?” Hwang says stupidly.

“I don’t know if I can, sir–” Sora says.

Eunhae has never seen her supervisor this frantic. She always seemed to roar at her on a regular basis. And now, just a few men and women dressed in blue windbreakers were scaring the shit out of her.

“Sir, if we don’t let them in, they will kick our doors open,” Eunhae reasons.

Hwang leaned onto his desk for support. He thought he had more time–more time to move whatever assets he could. He quickly does a mental rundown of all of his accounts. If he needed to make a quick getaway tonight after his lawyer bails him out, it would have to be enough for his family for now...at least until things cooled off.

Miya looks through the window at the scene downstairs. There were several government vehicles downstairs that had set up a perimeter around the building. There were a couple of news vans there as well covering everything that was unfolding on camera.

“Dad, they’re coming up,” Miya says.

“There’s media downstairs, sir. They can’t have clips of us impeding a legal investigation. It’s not a good look,” Eunhae deadpans as she glances sideways at an absolutely shell-shocked Sora. She didn't realize that agents would descend on them this soon.

Although Eunhae was pretty much the bottom of the food chain in the assistant’s pool, she wasn’t stupid. She knew that her boss was fucking Hwang. Sora was getting paid off in exchange for her signing doctored financial documents.

“Fine, fine. We’ll cooperate. Let them in then,” Hwang says with a resigned tone.

“Dad–what about me,” she whispers.

“Princess, it’s alright,” he winks at her. It was an odd gesture given the current situation.

Even though Miya was effectively involved, he had kept her name out of every document. He always instructed her to pad her travel with vacations and shopping sprees to cover up their tracks. If this day ever came, she would never see the inside of a jail cell. He made sure of that.

“What do I do, dad,” she whimpered.

“Calm down, honey,” he rests his hands on her shoulders as she starts to quiver in fear. “I need you to listen to me, alright? Are you listening, Miya? Miya!”

She snaps out of her haze and nods.

“I need you to call my lawyers, alright?”

She nods again.

Just then, the lead agent walks into the office. “Richard Hwang?” He asks him pointedly.

“Yes,” he responds as Miya tries to hold back her tears.

“Please put your hands behind your back.” The lead agent closes in with handcuffs to collar him.

“Richard Hwang, you are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney…”

As the agent Mirandizes Hwang, Miya is rooted to her position while she watches her father get escorted out of his own building for the telltale perp walk.

At the end of the hallway, she sees her mother standing next to another federal agent, wearing the look of betrayal on her face.

Tears begin to stream down Miya’s cheeks as she clenches her jaw. Her mother attempts to approach her but she holds her hand up to stop her. Instead, she turns back into her father’s office, which was now turned upside down by at least five more agents combing through everything.

“The wife said it was right behind the painting, right?” An agent asks his colleague.

“Correct. The boss says to be very careful taking this apart because it’s from 1912,” his colleague says.

“Got it. Hey, can you guys help me get it off the wall,” he addresses two of his other colleagues.

As they pull the painting off its hinges, they feel some weights shifting from the inside of the frame, confirming their suspicions and Hwang’s wife’s tip that there were items hidden between it.

Miya couldn’t believe her eyes. She felt absolutely helpless as she watched her father’s empire crashing down around her.

There was nothing else left for her here. She swipes the salty discharge from her eyes, squares her shoulders and picks up her Birkin. She starts towards the elevators to exit the building.

“Miya…please…” Her mother begs as she watches her daughter step through the doors.

“Don’t!” She mutters tersely as they shut in front of her face.

Once she was alone, she pressed a palm against the cold metal, which she slowly curled into a fist. She punches at the solid metal with all her might. She was enraged–and she knew exactly who to direct that anger to.

******

Jin was sitting in his apartment alone, deciding whether to go to sleep or eat. He’d just been going through the motions recently. Work, eat, sleep.

Around this time, he would text or call you to check in but you’d been back working late nights at the diner.

He waited for midnight since that was about the halfway mark through your late-night shift.

His phone pings with text alerts from Namjoon.

[Namjoon] 11:35PM: Turn on the news.

[Jin] 11:36PM: Which one?

[Namjoon] 11:39PM: Any of them!

He turns his TV on and switches it to the first network whose channel he remembers off the top of his head and sees the bold headline at the bottom of the screen.

*Armed FBI agents descend on Gravenstein Capital HQ; Execute search warrants*

Just then, Jin’s phone starts to ring.

“Dad?”

“Are you seeing this? It’s all over the networks,” his father gasps on the other line.

“This is crazy. Absolutely crazy,” he says as he watches the news report.

“It’s all over, son. He’s done–the contract is done. I’ll call my lawyers in the morning so they can move to get it voided immediately.”

Jin breathes a deep sigh of relief.

“W-what about you,” he asks. There was still the matter of the insider trading case that his father was involved in.

His father sighs. “I’m meeting with the Securities and Exchange Commission tomorrow to report it. I would probably have to pay a hefty fine but at least it would be another nail in his coffin.”

“I’m so sorry, dad.”

“That’s alright, son. We all have to own up to our mistakes–whether they were intentional or not.”

“I guess I’ll talk to you tomorrow then?”

“Yes. I’ll let you know if you need to come in to sign anything.”

As soon as he hangs up, his phone rings again—the caller takes him by surprise given the circumstances but he picks up.

“Seokjin?” She sounds panicked and desperate–but mainly relieved when he answers.

“Miya–I don’t think we should talk–”

“No, no please–please don’t hang up–I…I’m scared. They just took my dad away. I don’t know what the fuck’s happening. I don’t know who else to turn to–”

“By tomorrow morning, the pre-nup contract will be void–and there won’t be anything connecting you to me.”

“I don’t give a fuck about the contract! I need your help, please,” she pleads.

“Miya, I’m sorry this is happening to your family but…what your dad did? You can’t possibly think that he can get away with it forever.”

She’s dumbfounded by his languid demeanor. “D-did…did you know? Did you–did you do this,” she stammers.

“He was going to get caught one way or another.” Jin says matter-of-factly.

She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Now she felt absolutely trapped–and without her father’s safety net, she was rapidly freefalling to the ground.

He sighs audibly, feeling an ounce of pity for her. “We shouldn’t be in contact anymore, Miya. Goodbye.”

The line goes dead. She seethes then hurls her phone against the wall, shattering it into a thousand pieces then lets out a primal scream.

*******

He proceeds to turn off his living room lights to get ready for bed, knowing that he could rest easier–it was a much better feeling than he had weeks ago.

Suddenly, he hears his front door beep–somebody had entered their keyless entry code and was now entering his apartment.

He walks over to see who it is and is shocked to find you standing in the hallway after shutting the door. You were still wearing your uniform as you rushed over from the diner as soon as you found out.

“I…I saw the news. Or–Jimin got the alert on his phone, rather–and told me about it,” you rambled.

He nodded.

“So…it’s true? He’s going to prison?”

“Namjoon’s guy from the bureau said that they had a solid case to get him convicted. And there could be more since his wife seems to have turned against him. And she’s talking…a lot.”

It’s been a tense few days. Since plotting the stakeouts, you wanted to distract yourself so you wouldn’t have to get your hopes up in case things fell through.

You weren’t a gambling woman but it sure felt like you had put in all of your chips into this plan–to get Hwang put away to invalidate Jin’s arranged marriage.

“My dad is going to petition for his contract with Hwang to be declared null and void first thing tomorrow,” he says.

It was your turn to release a deep breath. “What does this mean for us?”

“It means–we’re done fighting the world for now. I’m free to do what we want..we are free to do what we want.” He takes a few steps, stopping short of a foot away from you.

You closed the gap between the both of you. “Right now, I just want you to love me.”

“Whatever you want,” he says before he crashes his lips into yours.

You pulled his shirt over his head. Seeing him bare-chested, you couldn’t contain your emotions further. Fear, anger, want, and love—all that built up in the last few weeks…and you needed a desperate release.

Fueled by pain, you pulled away from him briefly to slap him hard across his cheek. It took him by surprise but he knew he deserved it.

You stood there, face to face, breaths ragged from emotions running high.

You felt bad hurting him like that but his crimson skin was only a fraction of the pain of what you had been put through and you wanted him to feel some of it.

But your desire for him was stronger–you immediately grabbed his neck to kiss him again.

Your tongue stroked the inside of his mouth as an apology to your sudden burst of fury.

Your tongues, fighting for control. You felt him reach under your uniform, deftly pulling your panties down.

He broke your kiss and backed you against the wall. He slowly lowered himself until he was on his knees, lifting your skirt up and gently hooked your right leg onto his shoulder.

Here you stood, bare and open for him. Yet with all the power that he wielded in the daylight, you brought him to his knees by nightfall.

You stifled a moan while he groaned into your core. His tongue relentlessly licked every fold, every crevice. He sucked and teased your clit, making you tug at his hair.

You felt your left leg start to buckle with your impending orgasm. Just then he replaces his tongue with his thumb and rubs your aching bud. The friction inching you closer and closer as your walls clench at nothing. You sank your teeth deeper into your lower lip.

He slid his ring and middle fingers into you while his thumb continued to work your clit, alternating it with his mouth. Your head lolled to the side in pleasure while hips undulated into his mouth and fingers instinctively.

“You don’t have to hold back. It’s just you and me now…” he says before wrapping his lips around your heat once more.

And just like that, you fell apart with a drawn out, high-pitched moan–desperately trying to catch your breath.

But he didn’t let you. Next thing you knew, he was upright, lifting you off your feet, bringing you both into the bedroom. After he sets you on the mattress, you shed the rest of your clothing.

You made quick work of undoing his jeans, his cock already visibly straining against his boxers.

The moment he pulls them down, your mouth starts to water.

As if reading your mind, he shakes his head.

“No. I want to make tonight all about your pleasure.” He brushes his fingers to your cheek and seals his mouth over yours once more.

He moves lower, placing wet kisses down your neck and onto your collarbone, stopping to suck on each perked nipple.

Before you knew it, he was back down between your legs, sinking his mouth on your cleft–as if he just hadn’t had his fill of you down the hallway.

“Fuck,” you breathed out as you felt the suction from his mouth. Your hands fisted the sheets beneath you, back arching as Jin pinned your hips to the bed and fluttered his tongue across your clit.

Your vision started to blur as your core tightened with another threat of an orgasm. Your pulse quickened with the steady feel of him humming into your center.

You pushed your fingers into his hair, already damp from sweat.

“Jin, I’m ready,” you begged.

He ignored your pleas and continued his oral assault.

“I want you, now…please…” It was then he rubbed the tip of his tongue against your aching bud, which pushed you over the edge once more.

“Fuck! Jiinn…fuck,” you uttered incoherently while your second orgasm rips through you.

After your postorgasmic haze clears, you sat up slightly,

leaning onto your elbows.

“I still want you,” you breathed.

“Do you?”

“Yes. I always have. I never stopped.”

He crawled up to you, his face hovering over yours. He tilts his head to lower his mouth to yours, lightly tracing the seam of your lips with his tongue.

“I love you. I don’t want anybody else but you.”

“I love you so—“ He didn’t let you finish and kissed you deeply instead.

Earlier, when he told you that you didn’t need to hold back, he was telling himself the same thing.

You slipped a free hand down his pants to stroke him. He groaned into your mouth.

As he settled between you, spread your legs further to accommodate him.

He paused and pushed his waistband lower to line himself between your entrance.

He pushed gently against you, parting you as he slipped the tip inside. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he fills you to the brim.

For the rest of the night, you spent it with your bodies pressed against one another. Sometimes he was in you, other times you just kissed. Either way, you savored each other, trying to make up for lost time.

There was nothing else standing between both of you. You were free to claim him for yourself…and he let you.

Part 9◥

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[enchantestuff]

cursed crown (1) - pierre gasly

in which sneaking into Pierres kingdom only means one thing

warnings: smut, royalty au so there's that, language maybe?

please please please let me know what you all think

“Are you alright?” you heard Pierre quietly call from the window above you. You had just arrived at his castle and were currently trying to climb up to the kitchen window, admittedly with no help from the prince himself.

“A little bit of help would be nice, Your Highness” you scoffed. Pierre laughed at the title you gave him but obliged nevertheless, leaning out of the window and stretching his arm downwards, waving it in front of your face teasingly. You rolled your eyes as you grabbed hold of it, “I thought I was supposed to be the mean one out of the two of us” you muttered when you finally climbed through the window and planted your feet firmly on the ground. You brushed some dirt away from your coat before finally meeting his beautiful blue eyes.

“Perhaps you're rubbing off on me, my lady,” Pierre grinned. He grabbed hold of your hand and quickly led the two of you out of the grand kitchen, carefully glancing across corridors and hiding behind walls as maids and a variety of guests walked through his pristine palace. You thought you would have been used to sneaking around his home by now, you had been doing it for months after all, but the trek from the kitchen to his bedroom was never an easy one. Even though Pierre had repeatedly confessed to you that this certain day of each month was the quietest, there still seemed to be countless people roaming the halls.

“I do quite hope you haven't acquired only my bad traits, Pierre,” you whispered, quickly glancing behind you as you ran up the stairs and into his bedroom. This was the riskiest part of your journey. The stairs that led up to his bedroom were open for anyone and everyone to see, whether it be from the inside balcony above or from the spacious hall below.

Pierre laughed at your comment, quickly shutting his bedroom door behind him and twisting his body around to face you. He placed his hands on your hips as he led you further into his bedroom. “Are you insinuating that you have any desirable qualities, my love?” he joked, his beloved silly grin quickly making its way onto his face causing your own smile to erupt on your own. These moments with Pierre were the only times you could truly be yourself and they didn't come around too often.

“Well of course, your highness” you smiled, snaking your hands up his arms to rest on his biceps. Pierre jokingly cocked an eyebrow at you, his hands trailing lower down your body, unable to keep them still for a second.

“And why is that?” he pondered, frowning slightly as you pulled away from him to take off your coat and climb onto his freshly made bed, getting comfortable in the silk sheets before peeking at him through your lashes.

“Because you crawl into bed with me every month” you teased. Your eyes trailed across his bedside table, smiling at the familiarity of it. Since the beginning of your late night rendezvous the contents of the table had never changed. There always lay a map of Othain, a journal which he had forbidden you to read and his beloved crown, the one that always lay atop of his head except during these moments with you and of course, when he was sleeping.

You carefully picked the crown up from where it lay and placed it onto your own head. It was much lighter than your own, less jewels scattered around it. It was a breath of fresh air. You didn't feel suffocated wearing it. Didn't feel weighed down by what it symbolized. “Now as your queen, i command you to come over here, for i have been deprived of your touch for far too long”

Pierre chuckled at your words, his steps towards his bed were deliberately slow. He knew how to tease you and from the glare you sent his way, he knew it was working. He crawled onto his bed, positioning himself on top of you and adjusting his crown on your head. “Well then, your majesty, I suspect that I am obliged to prove myself to you?” he jokingly questioned.

“Those are quite possibly the smartest words to leave your lips, my love” you commented. Unable to contain yourself any further, you pulled him towards you, finally connecting your lips after weeks apart from one another. Pierre didn't hesitate to kiss you back, but the short lasting kiss was not what you expected and a frown appeared on your face the minute he pulled away. “As much as I love your teasing, Pierre, I would really prefer it if you didn’t indulge in those habits right now.”

He smirked evilly as he trailed one of his hands down your thigh. “Is her majesty upset with my actions?” he pondered, his smirk not once leaving his face as he crawled further down the bed. Kisses were scattered across your thigh and the silent frustrated sigh that left your lips was a good enough answer for Pierre.

“Her majesty thinks she should get what she wants,” you selfishly spoke. You pulled lightly on Pierre's hair, a desperate attempt to get you closer to him again, to remove his lips from your thigh and place them on your own instead. Was that really too much to ask for?

“Well, I personally think she needs to stop being a brat and shut up for once in her life.” Your lips parted to scold him for his language but instead of rude comments, moans of pure delight seemed to leave your lips as Pierre attached his mouth to your core. He knew how to shut you up and for once in your life, you weren't complaining.

You tugged on his hair, pulling him closer into you as your head fell back in pleasure. Pierres crown slipped to fall beside you on the pillow but you paid it no mind as you felt pleasure pass through you like lightning bolts. “Oh Pierre,” you moaned as he lapped at your core similar to a man deprived of a meal. He couldn’t get enough of you.

Pierres fingers dug into your thighs as he moved to suck on your clit. “Shit,” you cursed as you felt the familiar knot begin to build in your stomach. After spending so much time with you and your body, Pierre believed he knew you inside out, which as a result meant he knew exactly when you were going to cum. He felt oh so evil as he brought you to your peak, only to pull away from you at the last second. The frown on your face was enough to make him feel slightly guilty. Only slightly.

“I am going to declare war on you, Pierre Gasly, '' you seethed, completely unsatisfied and now purely annoyed. You hadn’t trekked all the way to his kingdom in the middle of the night just for him to bring you towards the most amazing pleasure imaginable and leave you high and dry at the last moment.

“I'm afraid you don't have the power to do that yet, love” he grinned. He didn't give you any time to come up with a witty reply as he placed a chaste kiss to your lips before undressing himself in front of you.

“Is this your form of apologizing?” because well, it was working, there's just something about a handsome prince undressing before your very eyes that got you going.

“I was planning on making you cum over and over again, love” he spoke, stretching his arm out beside your head in order to place his crown back on your head. You looked so powerful with it on. You always looked powerful, but his own crown laying in your hair brought freshness to you that he didn't know was possible. It made his chest lighten and butterflies erupt in his stomach. It made him feel five again. “But if this is enough im happy to stop here and continue another time.”

You scoffed at him. Keeping one hand on the crown, you trailed your hand down your body, gripping onto your breast, maintaining eye contact with him as you did so, before moving further down your body. You ran your fingers up and down your folds, spreading the wetness gathered there before inserting one inside. “If you cant pleasure me, i guess i'll have to do it myself,” you muttered, knowing deep down that there was nothing Pierre hated more than you pleasuring yourself in front of him. It felt like a betrayal. Like he wasn’t enough.

Your plan succeeded spectacularly, as they always did, and in no time he was positioned on top of you, his tip teasingly brushing against your entrance. He dragged your hand away from your core and held it above your head. His grip was almost death-like and you found yourself relishing in the pain it brought.

“Don't doubt me for a second, love” Pierre grunted in your ear as he tapped his cock against your clit. You bit your lip at the sensation but allowed him to continue with his scolding. You knew there was nothing but love behind his words and so, to no surprise, you got more excited with each word that fell from his lips. “I think you know first hand the kind of pleasure I can bring you.” You gasped at the feeling of him filling you up. After nearly two weeks of not seeing each other, the sensation of him inside you was better than you had remembered. You transferred his crown onto his own head, an indication that whatever power you had over him was now practically non-existent. You were truly at his mercy.

“I'm sure you haven't forgotten the many times i've made you scream, love. I can do it again if your memory has begun to fail you.”

Pierre was always one to live up to his word. His sharp deliberate thrusts made your eyes roll back and several moans escaped your lips. You haven't been with any other man except Pierre and you would never need to. He knew your body more than you did and the delight that he brought you was extraordinary.

The squeezing of your wrist made your eyes snap open. His beautiful eyes were already watching you withering underneath him. A look of pure adoration plastered on his face as his hips continued to move at a rapid pace. “Shit, Pierre”

Pierre shook his head at you, a lopsided grin replacing his usual smirk as he leaned down to kiss your chest. “That's not what i want to hear, love.”

He was playing your own game against you, but you were too full of gratification to care. “P- please, your highness.” A blush crept up your cheeks at the seriousness of your own voice. You were no longer mocking him with his title but moaning it in pure delight.

Pierre cocked his head at you, “Please what, love? Use your words.” Tingles made its way onto your skin from kisses he scattered over your neck, goosebumps trailing in their wake. You didn't even process your words until they were out in the open.

“Fuck me like your life depends on it.”

And he did. His thrusts became unbelievably precise, his free hand roamed your body, circling and squeezing all the right places while his other intertwined with yours. You knew there would be marks left from where he had held on too hard, but you didn't see it as a mark of pain rather than an indication of what had gone on between you two.  A reminder for the next long two weeks ahead of you.

The clenching of your walls for the second time that night indicated to Pierre you were close. “Hold on, love” he ushered. Something that was incredibly hard to do when he was pounding into you like an animal and circling your clit like he was under a spell.

“I - i can't,” you sobbed. You wanted so bad to release the knot in your stomach, to catch the orgasm you had been chasing all night.

“I said hold it.” He was in control, that much was clear, but you could only hold on for so long until your body couldn’t take it anymore.

“P - pierre, fuck!”

“That's it, love,” Pierre groaned in your ear, “Hold on for just another moment, such a good girl for me.” Your eyes rolled back and your gripped onto his hand for dear life. “Don't know what id do without you.” Your heart skipped a beat and tears began welling in your eyes. “Look so pretty right now, taking me like the queen you'll soon be.” Your breath increased and a whimper left your lips.

“You can let go now, love.”

Nights with Pierre were often sleepless. You had plenty of time to sleep when you were alone in your bedroom. Two nights each month you spent facing the beautiful prince, talking about utter nonsense until your cheeks hurt from smiling too hard and your eyes drooped from being awake for too long.

“Im being sent somewhere tomorrow,” you whispered into the darkness, playing with his hands as you dared to break the silence around you. You could feel him tense up next to you, obviously assuming the worst and imagining an attack his own kingdom. His own people. “Not you, “ you reassured, your heart fluttering when he immediately relaxed beside you, “Some rebels gathering together behind the mountains, I’ll have to leave early in the morning.”

It hurt you to cut your already short time with Pierre even shorter, but duty called and once your father demands your presence on a mission, you had no choice than show up.

“I hate the fact you have to go out on these stupid battles,” Pierre confided. He hadn’t taken his eyes off you all night, wanting to imprint the image of your face in his mind until the next time he saw you again.

“Well, unlike you, I have to prove myself to everyone.” It was the harsh reality of your world, one that you were reminded of at each public event you attended. You were a woman and for that reason, deemed unworthy of ruling.

“You wouldn’t have to prove yourself to anyone if you ran away with me,” he reminded. Without fail, every time you met up with Pierre, he brought up the idea of running far away to another kingdom, one where the two of you could live like commoners and not have to worry about the state of a kingdom nor dooming battles. It was a daydream that both frightened and enticed you in the best ways possible.

“You really think you can survive without all this luxury?” you pondered, your hands immediately running up and down the silk sheets on top of you as your eyes floated across the numerous jewels and paintings scattered around his room.

“With you next to me?” he asked. His hand came to rest on your jaw, moving your face closer to his own as he spoke his true desires out loud, “Of course.”

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[sirisuorionblack]

It was perfect.

Sirius Black x Remus Lupin

Summary - At the age of 30 Remus Lupin or should I say Remus Lupin-Black was settled with a perfect husband, a perfect daughter and a perfect life, it was almost unbelievable for him.

Warnings - None.

The sunshine peeked into the room awaking Remus by glaring right at his face. He blinked, adjusting his eyes to the harsh sunlight and tightening his arms around the two of the most if not only important people in his life.

His daughter, (Y/N), laid on one side of his chest, her head buried into the crook of his neck, her drool dropping onto his bare skin and his husband's ears were pressed to the other side, right above his heart, hearing those rhythmic contraction and relaxation that still allowed him to sleep despite anything going on around him.

Remus ran a hand through the silky locks of his husband, smiling to himself. Oh, how lucky he was.

"Good morning, husband," Sirius mumbled hoarsely into his chest.

Remus chuckled, after all these years of being married when Sirius called him husband till this day never failed to give him those very butterflies that erupted in the pit of his stomach when they went on their very first date.

Remus pressed his lips against Sirius' forehead, "Good morning."

Sirius kissed Remus' cheeks and then turned to his daughter who was still fast asleep with her cheek pressed against Remus' shoulders, making her pout involuntarily.

Sirius chuckled, dragging a finger over her smooth cheeks, "She is adorable,"

Remus snorted silently, "Obviously she is, I mean did you see her dad? God damn it, he is hot!" 

"Oh, is he now?"

"Mhm. You would say he has the beauty of a God,"

"Or you'd say he is the God himself,"

"If God was prick, that is,"

"And if He gets to fu-"

"Don't! Just shut up," Remus glared at Sirius who smirked in return.

"I mean-"

"No, you don't ever mean anything. Like quite literally, there is no filter between your mind and your mouth, no, honestly between your mind and any part of your body,"

"Are you saying I am stupid?"

"Absolutely not, Pads, how can I say that? Your the most brilliant human to ever live,"

Sirius narrowed his eyes at him and scoffed.

The little 2 year old in Remus' arms squirmed lightly, fisting the blanket draped over her in her chubby little fingers. Sirius grimaced as the two of them fell still afraid any movement might wake her up, but no movement was needed as she opened one eye, her grey orb shining as it met her father's almost the same grey ones.

She closed her eye immediately after she noticed her parents looking at her and smiled cheekily. Sirius barked a laughter and took his daughter into his arms, sitting up against the headboard.

"Good morning, little one," he said as he tickled her. (Y/N) giggled and leaned into her father's arms. 

She replied a 'Good morning' that either of the adults could barely understand if it wasn't for their training to grasp the words their two year old had been mumbling for months.

Remus cooed and he too sat up, kissing his daughter's cheek just the moment Sirius kissed her other cheek. Their daughter giggled. It was perfect. 

Remus somehow managed to wriggle out of Sirius' grasp with maximum amount of bribing and left their 2 year old daughter under his sight though he knew that was a dangerous thing to do.

"If I see the two of you making any ruckus when I come back, you're grounded," He had given them a weak threat which he knew the moment the father and daughter started to giggle and he left with a loud groan to the kitchen. 

Anonymously, Remus was excited to finish the breakfast that day although the rest of the days when he cooks he loves to take his time.

"Hey, Moony," Sirius muttered as he wrapped his arms around Remus from behind, pushing his weight onto the other man and evidently pressing him against the counter.

"What did you do, Black?" He asked, abandoning what he was doing and slightly leaned back to look at his husband.

"Nothing," Sirius mumbled into his shoulder blade which just added to his suspicions.

"Sirius," Remus said warningly, and narrowed his green eyes. The said man gulped in fear as he knows when he is called by his name, he is in serious trouble, no pun intended. 

Sirius pulled away, coughing nervously and Remus knew something was up as he turned off the gas and turned around, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed, looking at Sirius pointedly.

"Um," Sirius muttered, scratching his neck. Suddenly, he leaned in and pecked Remus on the lips and ran upstairs to their bedroom all the while yelling, "I am sorry, Remus, I didn't do it!"

It took Remus a while to register or to be exact return from the trance he was put in by just a peck on the lips but once when he did know what's happening he took off the flight of stairs with panic settling in.

"What did you do!?" He yelled as he burst open the door of their room and froze as he saw his daughter tangled in the bed sheet and giggling, pillows all torn, the stuffing flying all over the room and Sirius standing in the middle of the room, with eyes blown wide for what is to come.

Remus blinked twice and gave the most unexpected reaction from any - he howled with laughter. Sirius' eyes grew even wider if it was possible as he let out a scared, broken laugh.

"Oh, puppy," Remus said with a little laugh as he tried to untangle his daughter.

"Are you OK, Remus?" Sirius asked as he cautiously moved closer, taking a pillow case that was previously stuffed to the brim as a shield.

Taking (Y/N) in one arm, Remus grabbed the nearby thing and hurled it across the room at his stupidly handsome husband.

"Ouch," Sirius mumbled, prying the thing off his face which just happens to be another pillow case. The little girl in his arms giggled looking at her father.

"That giggles dubs to - you're an idiot, dad," Remus said and Sirius smirked.

"Oh does it?"

"Yup!"

"Well, then, do you know what else the idiot could do?" Sirius asked, as he stepped closer with each word and lunged at the two of them, tickling mercilessly. The laughter of the three of them were the only sounds resonating through the walls. It was perfect. 

"Alright now, we have the day free, so what do you want to do?" Sirius asked after they finished breakfast and walked to the couch where he found Remus sprawled, their daughter perched on top of his stomach.

(Y/N) touched on of Remus' scars and then kissed it muttering something similar to 'love you, papa', melting Remus' heart.

"I love you too, my sweetheart," Remus said, wrapping his arms around her tightly.

"Me too!" Sirius said, "I love you too, pup!"

(Y/N) giggled and sat up on his stomach once again. Sirius smiled softly and sat on the floor, his arm hovering inches behind his daughter's back and (Y/N) kissed his cheek, making the adults coo.

Sirius looked at his husband, "Alright, do you wanna go anywhere?"

"Do you wanna build a snowman?" Remus sang almost impersonating the original, almost.

"Ok, gods, no," Sirius muttered, shaking his head which just received a light slap to the arm.

"Papa!" (Y/N) yelled, wailing her arms to be picked up by Sirius and he obliged as though it was his command.

"Do you wanna go anywhere, pup? I am bored!" He asked his daughter.

"Hmm," she hummed as she waved her hands wildly, leaning against Sirius. 

"How about the park?" Remus suggested.

"Finally, your not insane," 

"Shut it,"

"Do you wanna go to the park, pup?" Sirius asked (Y/N), who giggled in response and Sirius laid her down on his lap, tickling again.

"I am taking my bike!"

"No, your not,"

"Yes, I am!"

"Sirius-"

"Please,"

"Sirius Orion-,"

"Pretty please."

With the puppy dog eyes, his leather-clad form, his hands clasped under his chin, Remus was prone to give in and that's exactly what he did and Sirius ran to the garage like an excited puppy.

Rolling his eyes, Remus picked and placed (Y/N) on his hips and ranted about how her father could be at times an absolute baby.

After strapping (Y/N) against Sirius' chest, Remus hopped on behind him, with his helmet on. It was perfect. 

The three of them returned home only after the sun set and they finished their dinner at their favourite restaurant with their head thrown back with laughter. 

"Alright you two, get changed, we are going to watch a movie!" Remus said, beaming. 

"I am choosing the movie!" Sirius yelled.

"Let's see about that," Remus said but what he meant was 'Absolute not'.

Remus giggled as he saw his husband wearing the pyjamas that were designed with black dogs and (Y/N) wearing similar pyjamas except it was woven with numerous patches of wolf. The rich prick that Sirius is!

"What is this?" He asked with a chuckle. 

"What? You don't like it?" Sirius asked, wiggling his eyebrows. Remus giggled, pressing his lips to Sirius'.

"Papa!" (Y/N) yelled, pushing them away. Sirius chuckled, kissing her forehead and raising her above his head and catching her as she fell back into his hands.

The three of them settled on the couch, (Y/N) between her fathers. "Finding dory?" 

"Sirius, no, even (Y/N) won't like that," 

"You don't know. She might too,"

"No we are not watching that,"

"Fifty shades of-"

"SIRIUS!"

"Ok, ok, sorry, jeez,"

Finally managing to put an appropriate movie, they settled down on the couch, snuggling closer.

Around the middle of the movie, (Y/N) had dozed off against Remus' chest. He smiled and nudged, Sirius who mirrored his expression, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead and then moved to press his lips to Remus' forehead.

"I love you," he said, smiling down at him.

"I love you too," 

It was perfect.

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