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xxiaoyang · 4 years

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omo | yangyang (m)

yangyang is always eager to please you, so of course that's no exception when you want to try something new

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warnings/tags: smut, omorashi, handjobs, dom!reader, sub!yangyang, noona kink, lots of build i cant stop when it comes to him

a/n: i couldn't get this out of my head and i just like thinking of yangyang being desperate. if you’re not comfortable with omo, don’t read

contrary to what most people thought of him, what with his mischievous antics and energetic personality, yangyang was a good boy. or at least, he was a good boy for you.

when you were first friends with yangyang you also saw him that way. he was quite loud, very energetic and playful, and didn't usually listen well to anyone else. he could be stubborn and he was very headstrong. but it soon dawned on you that yangyang wasn't just some troublemaker. he just needed someone who could handle him.

it took a while, but it wasn't long before you noticed the difference in how he acted with you versus the other guys. he always paid close attention to you when you spoke, and if you asked him for something, he'd do it. kun's eyes nearly popped out of his head the first time that happened. albeit at first he did it with a bit of hesitance and a mumbled complaint for show, but he was quick to help you anyway.

after that you never had an issue. you'd ask yangyang for help carrying something, there he was. told him to pick up his trash and put it where it belonged, he jumped to it. told him to keep it down at night so they didn't get (another) noise complaint, he quieted immediately.

and it was like you knew magic. none of the other boys could comprehend how you did it, assuming you must have had some dirt on him or he owed you big time. little did they know, it was all out of yangyang's pure will. secretly, it made him happy to help you and listen to you. in part because he maybe had a little crush on you and wanted to make you happy too, but also because the praise you gave him made him weak.

one night when he came over to hang out after a long day of filming, his face still made up from their schedule, you told him he looked handsome and that his makeup made his eyes even prettier, and it shot straight to his heart. and his dick.

and that's when he realized that maybe he's just a bit head over heels for you and would do anything you wanted him to.

that's how you ended up here, with yangyang's big pretty eyes holding yours with a look of concern and bewilderment when you decided to try something new.

it was just another sunday with your boyfriend, playing games, watching movies and cuddling on your couch, when he started wiggling and crossing and uncrossing his legs.

yangyang was like a child sometimes where he would get so wrapped up in games or shows that he'd neglect to do even the necessities like eat and go to the bathroom. he hadn't realized yet as he was invested in the game in front of him, so you took this as an opportunity to try something you'd always wanted to.

there weren't many things yangyang wouldn't try, as you had soon learned over the course of your relationship with the boy. he was very playful and adventurous and eager to please. you'd discussed any boundaries so it was with a spark of excitement that you decided to go forward with your idea.

he was playing mario kart online and wouldn't leave the race to go, saying he had to keep up his winning streak and smiling widely as his mii jumped up and down with a crown adorning its big head. you couldn't help but smile at him and card your fingers through his freshly dyed brown hair.

"okay, baby, just let me know if you want me to take over. i'm good at this too, you know." you said lightheartedly.

he put in his vote for the next course and turned to you with that sweet close-mouthed smile and nodded, bouncing a bit as he turned back and waited for the next race. that's when he started squirming again, bringing his thighs together this time and keeping them locked tight. the corner of your mouth raised at sight.

you waited until the race started and he was nearing the third lap to start tracing lines up and down his spine over his t-shirt. when your fingers grazed the exposed skin of his neck his entire body shivered and he let out a breath, not yet turning his attention from the game.

perhaps you needed to take it up a level?

he was sitting on the edge of couch hunched over, so you crawled into the space behind him, a leg on either side of him, and gently rested your chin on his shoulder.

he hummed at the feeling of you pressed against his back. he would always deny it but he loved being little spoon.

"hi." he said it in a way that was so cute and innocent you couldn't help but wrap your arms around him and peck the side of his head.

"what?" he giggled as you tickled his neck with your nose.

"you're really cute, you know that?"

he kept his eyes trained on the screen, watching as the game randomly shuffled to pick another course, pretending that didn't make his heart flutter. "of course."

you kissed his neck again and he squirmed.

yangyang had a lot of sensitive spots on his body, another thing you'd learn after you started dating. two of them were his neck and his ears. it made him jump when people got close to them, especially you, but for a different reason.

you thought about this as you continued your attack on his neck, watching the way his fingers twitched over the controller. he kept racing, easily making it to first place just after the race had started.

you took this opportunity to slip your fingers under his baggy shirt and rub circles around his tummy. that was another sensitive spot. you smiled behind his back, aware of the effect you had on him.

at that he wiggled in your hold, becoming increasingly restless as he tried to hold himself. he really had to go. how long had he been holding it? how should he tell you he needs to get up? he couldn't stop now. this is the most first places he'd ever gotten online. as much as he trusted your mario kart skills, it wouldn't feel right if he didn't get all the wins himself.

in the middle of his internal debate he felt your nails drag up his side from his hip, slowly and lightly up to his nipple and he jolted, almost throwing himself off the course and the couch.

you suppressed a laugh as you watched him struggle from behind.

"w-what are you doing, noona?"

the name he used when you two were alone. it was something he used because he liked how it made him feel. another thing people didn't know about yangyang is that he liked feeling small. he liked being the younger one and he liked having someone else in charge of him. that someone being you. the name made him feel good, like when you called him baby.

your heart flipped at the soft tone, imagining how sweet his face must look in this moment.

"just wanted to be close to my baby boy," you spoke softly into his ear, "is that okay?"

he felt warm. his cheeks must have been tomato red by now and he was starting to hurt. he had to go really bad already and your touches were making it harder to hold it.

he didn't want you to stop though. it had been a while since he'd spent time with you like this and he always loved your hands on him. he didn't know what to do, so he just nodded and stayed put.

you left him alone for another race, only watching and cheering him on over his shoulder. it was when he focused on the game again that you decided to kick it up a notch.

your hands that had been resting dormant in his lap now inching their way toward his hipbones, you waited for the perfect moment to attack.

when he was almost done with the third lap, you squeezed at his hips, pressing your lips to the shell of his ear as he squeaked.

he whipped his head to look at you and you smiled at him innocently. his eyes flicked back to the screen to make sure he finished first and then he returned his attention to you.

"noona, that tickles..." he trailed off, beet red and breaking eye contact. perfect. he looked perfect.

"mm? but you like when i kiss your ears?" you gave him room to respond but he kept his eyes down. "what's wrong, baby?"

he melted at the name. he shook his head with a small smile and went back to the game, just barely getting his vote in on time.

"just surprised me." he mumbled when he thought you couldn't hear him.

your boyfriend was restless now. you felt his muscles tensing and relaxing under your hands as he tried to hold himself.

careful not to be seen, you slid your hand past his pelvis to hover over his length. when he was fully immersed in the race, you brushed your hand over him, increasing the pressure as you made your way up to where his bladder is.

yangyang gasped and hunched over, waves of heat rolling over him.

"are you okay, baby? does something hurt?"

he could feel himself growing hard, the flow of blood adding more pressure to his core. for some reason he felt embarrassed, not wanting to tell you how badly he needed the bathroom. maybe he could just excuse himself for a minute and let you take over for him.

but you weren't letting him go any time soon. you held him in your grip, rubbing your hands over his stomach. it was bloated from his full bladder and you knew he only had a few more minutes in him.

not giving him the time to come up with an excuse you spoke up, "you can keep playing. i just want to touch you."

he wasn't sure why he couldn't get up or just be honest and tell you he has to go. he was sure that if you touched him more he would have a very embarrassing accident. still, he didn't budge, only nodding and continuing the game.

you made sure to wait for the next race to start before initiating your next attack. sneakily you worked your way to his balls, cupping them and gently rolling them the way he loved.

your boyfriend cried out, the controller slipping from his hands as one flew to your wrist.

"noona! i have to-"

"i know, baby, you can keep going. don't let me stop you," your voice lilted. you were having a bit too much fun with this.

he was sweating now, feeling the slow creeping up his dick. if he didn't get up now he was going to piss himself.

"no, you don't understand, i need to-"

"i do understand," you cut him off once again, wanting now to make your intentions clear to him. "you think i haven't noticed you wiggling around in your spot for the last half hour? or how much water you drank?"

he was confused. "then why..."

"because i want to try something with you, if that's okay," you prodded, offering him an out.

he sat for a second pondering it before speaking up. "what do you want me to do?"

a wide smile stretched over your face, pleased with your ever obedient boy.

"just keep playing, i'll take care of you."

he swallowed and nodded once, adam's apple bobbing in his neck which was covered in a sheen of sweat.

his eyes were frantic as they went from you to the tv, finally landing on the screen when you gave him the okay. somehow he had still come in first. he knew then that wouldn't be true for long.

he tried his best to play, he really did, but his eyes were closing on their own at the feeling of you all over him.

your hands were working his balls while simultaneously rubbing circles into the head of his dick. the pressure in his pelvis was beginning to hurt, now feeling an orgasm building in him.

"keep going."

he hadn't realized be stopped, his character abandoned somewhere off the track.

"noona..." his voice strained in his throat.

you scattered a handful of kisses across his shoulder, picking up speed with your fingers on his cock. he let himself fall against you, leaning on you entirely.

it was too much. his entire bottom half was throbbing and he knew he was about to burst. he wasn't sure which one was coming first, if it would be his orgasm or otherwise, but something was coming.

yangyang thrashed in your hold and let out small, pathetic cries.

"please! please let me go. i really can't -ah!"

he looked like a hot mess, his hair sticking to his forehead with sweat and his neck flushed red to his chest, panting and heaving.

"then let go, baby. it's okay."

you really wanted him to do this? to let himself go all over you and himself? it was humiliating, but it made his cock leak in your hand.

"but, it'll make a m-mess."

"don't worry, we can clean it. let go for me, baby boy." your voice alone could have pushed him over the edge, but it was your hand smoothing over his bladder and pressing down that broke him.

yangyang yelped as he felt himself let go, no longer able to hold it in. hot liquid soaked through the fabric of his sweats, your hand still stroking him through it the whole time.

when his bladder was about half empty you pulled back to suck on a spot on his neck, a hand twirling around the tip of his dick, his orgasm hitting him like a truck.

tremors racked through his body as a mixture of cum and piss left him in large spurts, his bottoms completely ruined. he couldn't bring himself to care as you whispered praises to him, riding out his high.

it felt like a whole minute later when the stream finally stopped, his breath almost knocked out of him and his body feeling totally spent.

"wow," you giggled, "that was a lot."

yangyang was nothing short of humiliated, turning his head to hide in your neck.

"that wasn't so bad, was it, baby boy?"

no. it was the most relief he'd ever felt in his life. but now as he was drying off and feeling his clothes stick to him, he wanted a shower.

"felt really good. just sticky."

you laughed at your boyfriend's cute tone and he joined you, still lying against you while he steadied his breathing.

"you did great. let's go get you cleaned up, cutie."

he let you lift him to stand and guide him to the bathroom to run a bath for the two of you.

"can i take care of you now?"

you smiled, "sure, baby."

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crayonwriting · 3 years

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Big girl Katsumi

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Katsumi woke up from Hiroku's squeals. She sleepily got out of her room and walked down the hallway to her brother's room. Hiroku bounced lightly on his feet at the sight of his sister by the door. Katsumi squeezed his cheeks together, kissing him on the lips. He smiled wider at her loving gesture. One by one, Katsumi started undoing the ties on Hiroku's bed so that she could lower one of the bed's fences. Once it was down, Hiroki crawled out. Katsumi left the door open so that he could follow her. They went to her room, where she handed him one of his walkers. While Hiroku was busy playing Katsumi got out of her pajama's and opened up her closet to look for something to wear. She spotted a sparkly black dress and went for it. After getting dressed, she pranced outside to the living room, where the uncles were. She ran up to one and held the skirt of the dress. "Look at this." She whispered to the cameraman. She gave him a twirl and a bright smile. "Wow, you look pretty!" The cameraman complimented. Katsumi beamed and went to the other cameraman to show off her dress to him as well. She jumped around in excitement at the compliments she received. Remembering her father, she wanted to show him her beautiful dress. She instantly ran towards his room. Atsumu lay on his side, cuddling pillows between his arms and legs. Katsumi rounded the bed to her father's side but since he was in the middle of the bed, she couldn't reach him. Katsumi then decided to let him sleep for a while. An idea struck her and ran out of the room. "Uncle, my dad is sleeping. Please be quiet." Katsumi whispered. The cameraman agreed. Hiroku, who had settled himself in the living room, babbled to his sister. Katsumi told him to keep quiet as well. The small baby just giggled at her. Katsumi went to the kitchen. She noticed the loaf of bread on the island counter as well as a jar of Nutella. She wanted to make breakfast for her dad like how you did for him one morning. Using her trusted step stool, she got a spoon from one of the drawers. Going back to the kitchen island, she opened the jar of Nutella and scooped a small amount of the chocolate. She gave it a tentative taste. As the sweet treat touched her tastebuds, she couldn't help but eat another scoop. Two became three and then, four. Only when Katsumi smeared chocolate on her cheeks did she remember to start on Atsumu's breakfast. She successfully opened the bag containing the bread and got one slice. She did her best to scoop a good amount of chocolate onto the bread, making a small mound in the middle. She hopped down her stool and maneuvered herself to the refrigerator. Katsumi was able to easily pull out the jar of strawberry jam which was just by the door. Going back to her papa's sandwich, with the same spoon she used for the chocolate, she dipped it into the jam and put it on top of the chocolate mound on the slice of bread. Satisfied with it, she carried it carefully and put it on the table. Her next task included getting a glass and pouring in some milk. She was able to do it with minimal spills. She placed the glass beside the piece of bread. She noticed that there was something missing. "Banana!" She said out loud. Grabbing one from the kitchen counter, she placed it with the rest of her dad's breakfast. Finally feeling satisfied, she quickly ran back to her father's bedroom to wake him up. "Papa!" She approached his side of the bed. "Papa, wake up!" She tried reaching for him but he was laying on his side with his back towards her. Katsumi stood up on her toes to pull at the end of Atsumu's shirt. It took a few tugs before Atsumu opened his eyes. Rolling over, he saw Katsumi patiently waiting for him. Atsumu smiled at the sight of his beautiful daughter, first thing in the morning. He did a double take, noticing something different about her. Leaning on his elbow, he looked at Katsumi, "Did ya have some chocolate?" Katsumi smiled nervously and nodded. "Ya can't have chocolate for breakfast, ya know that right?" "But Papa, I made you a sandwich." "Oh? Really now?" " Yes!" His daughter nodded eagerly. "C'mon. You should eat." She held on to his hand and tried pulling him out of bed. --- Atsumu, with Katsumi on his lap, sat by the table as they ate breakfast. Hiroku was beside them on his high chair. Katsumi munched on the crusts of a slice of bread while she fed a few pieces to her little brother. Atsumu held the slice Katsumi made on his left hand while he dipped a different piece of bread in to the small mound of chocolate and jelly. "Is it delicious, Papa?" "Mm-hmm!" Atsumu took a big bite out of the bread. "This is so delicious! Thank you so much Katsumi-chan!" The little girl dipped her own bread into the choco-jelly mix and hummed in delight, definitely proud of herself. "Ya can probably beat yer uncle 'Samu in a contest!" Katsumi giggled at the compliment. "But uncle 'Samu is the bestest cook!" Atsumu widened his eyes, putting a finger against his lips. "Don't tell that to yer mama!" --- "I realized why people are so adamant on having daughters." Atsumu chuckled. "They have this invisible hold---especially on their father's heart that's just so powerful." He clutched at his chest. "This was the very first meal Katsumi has made for me. I enjoyed it very much." The blonde blushed furiously with a big, dopey grin. "I'll make sure to cherish all the meals she will make for her papa." --- After their breakfast, the three Miyas got cleaned up and prepared for a lazy day at home. Atsumu had picked up a tube of special lotion from Katsumi's room on their way to the living room. He settled himself on the carpet by the couch with Hiroku beside him. He had recalled you telling him to apply the lotion at least once everyday to the kids. He carefully put some on his fingertips and applied it to Hiroku's arms. "I want to help put lotion on Hiroku." Katsumi held out her palm to her father. Atsumu put a small amount on it. She rubbed it between her hands and wiped it off on her brother's face. Hiroku was startled as his sister applied the lotion a little too harshly for his sake. Atsumu just let out a breath and told her to be more gentle. Katsumi wiped the remaining lotion on her dress. She actually didn't like having lotion on her body. It makes her feel sticky and hot. "Katsumi-chan look at me." She saw her father wipe a glob of the lotion on his own cheek. While he laughed thinking it was the best thing ever, she didn't find it as amusing. "Let's put some on Hiroku-kun!" He did as he said, putting a glob on his son's cheek, which made both boys laugh. Katsumi had an uneasy expression on her face as she dreaded what came next. Atsumu turned to her, "It's yer turn, my princess." Katsumi immediately ran away from her dad with a distressed face---eyebrows together and huge frown on her face. She shook her head firmly. Atsumu just chuckled, already putting a small amount on his fingertip. "Why not? So that ya can match with me and yer brother." He stood up and approached her. "C'mon. Let me just‐--" "No! Papa, no!" She ran away from him again, grabbing a pillow from the couch to protect her face. Tears were threatening to fall from the corners of her eyes. "Okay, I won't! See?" He wiped the lotion on his other cheek. "It's on me now." He smiled, hoping to calm her down. She walked around him, still wary, before sitting down on the floor with Hiroku. Little did she know that her papa had sneakily grabbed the tube and put some on his fingertips. Atsumu pretended to get something from the kitchen and then he quietly creeped up behind Katsumi. Just as she stood up, he quickly did a swipe on her cheek, successfully putting some lotion on her face. Not even a second passed before Katsumi cried out. She looked at her father, feeling betrayed. Atsumu chuckled nervously as he started to think that his joke was not that funny. His daughter stomped away from him and towards one of the cameramen. "Uncle...," she cried to him. The flustered cameraman did his best to wipe away her tears. Katsumi walked away before the cameraman could wipe away the glob of lotion still on her cheek. "Katsumi-chan, I'm sorry. Come here please." Atsumu said from the sofa. Katsumi sobbed and glared at her father. She shook her head 'no.' "Aww, yer breakin' my heart, princess. I'm really sorry. Please forgive me." He did his best pout, batting his eyes at her---the Miya killer move. You have fallen victim for this pout and puppy eyes combo many times from your husband and, now, your daughter. They used it whenever they wanted something and it's highly effective. Katsumi huffed out, reluctantly sitting beside her father. Atsumu cheered softly and held Hiroku closer, who was sat on his other side. He pulled out his phone. "Let's take a picture for yer mama!" He held the phone at arms length, opening up the camera app. "Katsumi! Hiroku! Smile!" Hiroku smiled at the sight of his father's smile. Katsumi, despite her eyes still wet with tears, smiled a beautiful smile while also putting up two of her fingers in a peace sign. Atsumu took a few snaps before pocketing his phone. He gathered his children in his arms, showering them with a ton of kisses.

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a/n: hello! yes, i am still alive. i was supposed to post this along when i finish the sakusa and iwaizumi parts buuuuut who knows when i'll finish those. i actually reached 1.6k followers last wednesday which i am suuuuuuper thankful for. i want to do those event thingies but no one has ever joined and also, idk how to do those so yeah. i just checked it out and i lost 1 follower but bah! it doesn't matter, i'm just glad that you, reading this now, are here. thank you! 💚💚💚💚

i'm sorry to those who were waiting for an update. there's a lack of motivation going on but i'll work on that for y'all. so, pls bear with me 🥺🙏 alsooo, the next set of dads are close! so ig you can look forward to that too.

thank you for understanding!

05.16.2021

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incomingalbatross · 3 years

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Tagged by @isfjmel-phleg to find the words whisper, leave, last, and door in my current WIPs. I’m rather late to this, sorry, but here goes!

(Since my definition of “current WIPs” is rather...fluid, I decided to search my docs in general and take the most recent use of a word. :P It’s mostly Back to the Future right now...)

“Whisper,” from my Gravity Falls “what if DaMvtF happened but Weirdmageddon didn’t” WIP:

It would be really nice to stay, Dipper thought. Even if Stan and Ford kept…not-getting-along, it would still be nice to stay here with the two of them. Great-Uncle Ford was exciting and amazing and he could teach Dipper so much, but—Grunkle Stan was, well, Grunkle Stan. He was safe, and he was home, and in his own weird imperfect way, he was…pretty amazing himself.

And maybe that was why Dipper found himself saying, “Hey, Grunkle Stan?” without really thinking it through first.

Stan glanced down. “Yeah, kid?”

Dipper chewed on his lip again. “…Have you seen Mabel?”

“Not in a little while.” Stan stopped, eyes sliding uneasily back to Dipper. “You, uh, you talked to her since you got back? She was…kinda down earlier.”

“…I know,” Dipper said. His gaze fell to the ground. Why had he started this, he didn’t want to talk about this, he just…

…Well, maybe he did want to talk about, it, kinda.

“I don’t know what I’m doing, Grunkle Stan,” he confessed in a whisper, wrapping his arms around his chest.

:( I forgot how stressfully this AU starts. (It gets better! It’s not an angsty AU! But this is like ten minutes after Mabel ran into the woods and Dipper’s not in a good place right here.)

“Leave” came from one of my new BTTF WIPs—to be specific, this is based on a scene from the BTTF video/one of the comic storylines. Have a teenage Emmett Brown, with a Marty who made friends with him under false pretenses:

For that matter, Emmett thought suddenly, why tell me he was lying at all?

He could easily have kept up the charade for a few minutes longer, giving Emmett some quick response about waiting to hear back and then going on his merry way. But he hadn’t. He’d confessed, as if genuinely not wanting to leave Emmett with false hopes, and then he’d (sort of) explained himself. As if Emmett’s feelings mattered to him.

The way he’d sounded when he was talking about the “someone” he needed to “save”… Well, if that distress was real, Emmett couldn’t really hold his deceit against him. And…even if he hadn’t done it for Emmett’s sake, Corleone had still spent the day obtaining illegal spirits and subpoenaing a gangster’s accountant to get this drill working. Clearly it was very important to him.

Do I have anyone I would go to these lengths for? Emmett wasn’t sure.

But he thought it was worth helping anyone who did.

(I tried to keep up canon-typical levels of dramatic irony on this one. It was fun.)

“Last” comes from my BTTF fic that has the most chance of actually being finished! I like this one.

“Hey Doc.”

“Mm?”

“You ever think about what the world would be like if you’d never been born?”

Doc looked up from his work with a start, spinning around to stare at Marty. His friend was still bent over his guitar, though, practicing chords, and missed Emmett’s reaction entirely.

Which was...probably a good thing, actually.

“What brought this on?” he asked, leaning back and restricting his tone to a relatively normal level of interest.

Marty looked up with an untroubled shrug. “It’s a Wonderful Life was on last night,” he explained, and grinned. “Me ‘n’ Dave ‘n’ Linda started arguing after, about which of us would make the biggest difference if we’d never been born.”

Doc laughed, relaxing. No time-travel wrinkles here yet, just Christmas movies and sibling rivalry. “So, did you reach any conclusions?” he asked, intrigued.

They talk about sibling rivalry and chaos theory and how you define “making a difference.” Doc has Time-Travel Context but Marty doesn’t yet. It doesn’t really matter.

“Door” is another BTTF comics scene—this time from the comics’ “what-if” storyline set in the movies’ Darkest Timeline. (I was thinking of doing a 5 + 1 centered on Doc & Marty’s many “first” meetings...)

Marty scooted forward, leaning toward him. "Wait, wait. You're tellin' me that…you've met me, but I haven't met you. Because you met a future me? You're tellin' me time travel is real?" His voice rose in pitch as he spoke, squeaking a bit on the final words.

"Indeed." Doc grinned at him. "Given the nature of the subject, it's hard to ‘begin at the beginning,’ so to speak…but for me, it began one night in 1955 when a young man called Marty McFly began hammering on my front door, insisting that I help him get back to the future. The future he was from. That's how I know you!"

For the next round, I’m picking the words star, fade, time, and laugh, and...tagging everyone I’m mutuals with who has active WIPs and wants to do this. Please do! (Even if you’ve done another version of this recently, please feel free to do this one too. :P )

#i'm not sure who's been tagged most recently or who has active wips #but i also just want to include people #my fic stuff #tag game #isfjmel-phleg #this was fun thank you!#gravity falls #bttf

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marvelousell · 4 years

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The Agreement (Part 11.)

Pairing(s): frat boy!fwb!Tom x reader, frat boy!Harrison x reader

Summary: Tom is a typical frat boy, his love for partying, drinks and girls are bigger than his ego. Y/N is a whole different dimension, she keeps her circle small, and even though she knows her best friend Tom is a total douche, she can’t say no to the little deal that was sealed between the two of them.

Word count: 4.2k

A/N: Oh well I left so many questions unanswered 💀, but the end is near! I’m happy to know you all love this series and I appreciate every feedback, reaction and reblog it makes me extremely happy!!! Thanks to everyone for reading.💘

Warnings: SMUT 18+, swearing, mentions of alcohol, angst

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“W-We are going to be late.” You mumbled through the giggles that were echoing in Harrison’s ears.

“I couldn’t care less, you look so good love I can’t resist it.” He pressed kisses on your skin from the sensitive spot near your earlobe all the way down to your collarbone. The lovely sounds that were coming from you made him even more excited than he was already.

How could he not? You were dolled up for the birthday celebration that you both were invited to and Harrison had a hard time with his thoughts after he saw you in that stunning silky red dress. It was a total contrast from what you would usually wear and the novelty absolutely messed with his mind.

His hands gripped your legs, the soft skin underneath his fingertips was the most delicate feeling ever, he loved every inch of your body.

Time passed awfully fast. Your focus was strictly on the relationship and college, and with that you finally found your peace. At least some of it. The relationship was everything what you desired, everything that was missing in your love life from the very begging. Harrison was a patient, compassionate and caring person, his personality was a total difference from others. The endless love that he habitually showed to you not just through words but through simple actions meant the world for you.

It wasn’t about the physical things, it was about affection and long hugs when they were much needed. Harrison was the most supportive person, always encouraging you to do your best, believing in you when you didn’t and always confronting you how things will get better.

It was about the team work, along with the good comes the bad, and being a partner means embracing all of someone. You were aware of that, and all of it functioned perfectly. Your mind was finally in one place only.

That’s what you thought.

Harrison was feeling like a whole new person, you brought out the best in him. He wasn’t sure if it was your skin that made him go insane every time when it was on his, or your sun lightened prepossessing figure that would be attached to his in the morning. Everything about you was like an addiction, your big heart, bewitching smile, passion and special nature. It was like a dream, still felt like it.

Your bodies were made for each other, moving idyllically together. He found your body so arresting, like the most beautiful painted canvas. It was the way your figure writhed underneath his and how your walls would spasm around his length that wouldn’t let him be. Harrison lost count about how many times the images would linger through his mind. He couldn’t get enough.

“We eat here.” You laughed, gasping from the coldness of the kitchen counter that came in contact with your warm skin.

Harrison’s arms were exploring your body, lips locked with yours. You were in the mood, actually a lot recently. And even if it was a quickie it was full of love and passion.

“It didn’t stop us yesterday.” He smirked, the memory from the previous night making him eager.

“Please baby.” Your moans mixing with the sound of your heels falling onto the ground.

“You are so polite angel, always asking nicely.” He inhaled your scent, moving his palm into the direction of your heat.

Your sex life was magnificent, never lacking originality. It was euphoric, out of this world. Both of you knew your turn ons and offs, even if the sex would be unplanned, rough, Harrison always made sure he was showing the love, he never wanted the intimacy to be an obligation or something that needed to be done. Feelings and love were always involved.

He was so good to you. You wanted tonight to surprise him, but he forestalled you with his neediness.

“No panties?” The surprised look on his face when his fingers touched your bare core made you grin like a Cheshire cat.

You remained silent, biting your lip, waiting for him to make the next move.

“God, you’re my good one aren’t you?” He asked, rubbing the pulsing clit making you clench around nothing. The smirk on his face grew wider when he heard the small whine forming in your throat while your hand was gripping his neck.

“Are you going to promise me that tonight you will behave and not tease me.” He began, squatting down while his hands brought you near the edge of the counter.

“And when we come home I will reward you. Or not. Depends on you baby.” He placed a small kiss on your pussy, whines and grunts that meant please do something made him smile. Harrison wanted to taste you, you were glistening all because of him and that turned him on even more.

You believed that he would stop after his words but he continued, wrapping his lips around your clit sucking on it gently. Your mouth fell open, toes resting on his shoulder curled from the pleasure. You wanted him to continue, but the desire to taste him was bigger.

“Let me taste you baby.” You blurted out, lowering your head so you could see his eyes. Harrison was silent, mouth still on you, but the lust in his eyes said it all.

“Want to taste me sugar?” He asked once again, replacing his mouth with his thumb.

“Yes, please.” You pleaded, pressing your palms on his chest as he helped you to get off of the counter.

Harrison could hear his heartbeat in his ears when he felt your hands unbuckling his belt while your lips were sucking on his neck.

The sight of you in that dress, kneeling with your face near his crotch made his cock throb in his boxers. You were taking your time, playing with the band of the boxers taking them off leisurely.

“C’mon sweetness, I need you.” He moved his hands to your hair that was styled for tonight, making sure he didn’t mess it up.

Your open mouth went up his clothed length to tease him before you finally removed the white boxers. He was rock hard, the red tip aching and leaking with precum. It was the first time, Harrison never wanted to push you to do something unwillingly, and now that you wanted to wrap your little lips around him made the moment a thousand times better.

“Fuck.” He cursed when he felt your warm mouth around the tip, clenching your hair encouraging you to take more of him.

Your hand wrapped around the base, stroking him a few times before you spitted on his length. The sounds that were coming from you sent shivers down Harrison’s body. His eyes were closed, but after you moaned while taking half of him into your mouth he just needed to see your pretty face. And God did it made him go crazy.

Pink lips around his cock, head moving steadily, one hand on his base and the other one on your exposed thigh. You were enjoying yourself, whining as you bopped your head at a faster pace.

“Gonna take all of me?” He groaned, stroking your cheek softly.

“You are so good angel, you make me feel so good.” He praised, thrusting his hips forward.

His grunts and hands fisting your hair sent the heat down to your aching core. The whole situation made you wet, extremely wet. Your hand went under your dress, one finger spreading the wetness all around your entrance and higher. You needed a release as well, and the middle finger that was fumbling with your clit made you whimper. The vibrations and the feeling of his head hitting the back of your throat brought Harrison near the edge.

“Fucking hell, you like this angel? Playing with yourself while taking me like a good girl. You are amazing.” He hissed, looking at the mess that you made, but you still looked so beautiful. Your cheeks hallowing, eyes that were full of tears were fixed on his, looking at him innocently while you placed your hand on his thigh to keep your balance.

He was one lucky man.

“Are you going to cum with me angel? I know you’re close. Be a good girl for your boy and c-cum with me.” He fucked your mouth slowly, chasing his high cursing silently how good and warm your mouth felt.

The kitchen was filled with your grunts and gagging sounds. You could feel his thigh muscles clenching, he was close. Cock twitching in your mouth and throat after he could sense your orgasm, a strangled moan escaping from his mouth as he released his cum down your throat.

It was in the heat of the moment, Harrison didn’t want to do it only because he didn’t know if you were okay with it. However the concern was soon replaced with a huge smile after he saw you swallow everything he gave you, licking your fingers after it.

“Shit, you are not helping me here.” He grabbed your neck to pull you in for a kiss. He could taste both you and him on his tongue and it would sure make him hard again if he didn’t stop.

“You are incredible, thank you angel definitely will repay you later.” He kissed you once more before you left the kitchen.

“Mm sure, let’s get ready before we start something again.” You smiled against his lips, happy to have him by your side.

“I haven’t seen you two since forever!” Harry threw his hands in the air wrapping them around your shoulders, making both you and Harrison chuckle.

“Feeling the celebration already mate?” Harrison questioned, letting go off your waist to greet his friend.

“You two are late and I don’t want to know why but I’m so glad to see you.” Anna teased behind Harry’s back, smiling widely.

“Still kind of want to know the details.” Anna whispered while she hugged you laughing along with you.

“First to wish Mel a happy birthday and then I’m all yours.”

“Will find you soon love, is that fine?” You turned your attention to Harrison that just kissed you and told you to have fun.

“I would kill to have someone like him as my partner.” She started, while you marched through Harry’s house.

“He is astounding Ann. I love him.” Your gaze down on the floor.

“You two are both smitten.”

Tom was panicking. Palms sweating as he gripped the steering wheel. He was sitting in his car for the past ten minutes, unable to get up. Month or even more passed after he last saw you in your apartment, cutting every contact with you. Tom knew that the decision was stupid, that he should have talked to you and not be selfish, however he never felt like that and it just terrified him so he wasn’t thinking straight. The constant avoidance both from his side and yours was eating him alive, there was nothing more that he wanted but to admit what was going on in his mind and that he was sorry. He was sorry because he was late and not letting you enjoy the love you deserved with his best friend.

The black car that was parked next to his right was making his stomach turn upside down. It belonged to his best friend that he let down and the girl that was here since day one showering him with unconditional love that he was to blind to see because the reputation and countless gorgeous girls wrapped in his sheets occupied his mind.

It was a good feeling, the constant attention from every college girl and the admiration from the guys at the frat made him feel like he was something special. But it wasn’t what he needed.

Tom was afraid that he might break the present for Amelia because of the tight, nervous grip. He knew you came and there was no going back now. Entering a party was never hard for him, every time he would step inside a place everyone’s attention would turn to him, while he smiled broadly with his company. Now it felt strange, the feeling of everybody looking at his direction stiffened every muscle in his body. Tom thought that everyone knew what he had done, that you maybe told his brother, Anna or even worse Harrison. He already lost you and losing a best friend would make it harder. The thoughts were loud in his head and it was getting hard to focus, the crowd was small but for him it felt like there was a sea of people. His brown eyes searched desperately for the familiar figure that couldn’t leave his mind, haunting him every day.

“Look at you man.” The voice stopped his search, a hand squeezing his shoulder.

“Man didn’t see you since we were in the pub that night.” Harrison laughed, embracing him in a hug tapping his back.

“Good to see you too mate.” He greeted him back, relaxing now that he knew the truth wasn’t said after all. Tom was smiling, happy to see his true best friend next to him.

“Let that present there, grab a drink and come here with us you sure have some stories to tell am I right?” He smirked, probably talking about Gracie that wasn’t in the picture anymore.

Tom didn’t want to ask but he hoped that you came, wanting to see you finally.

“Why are you looking around so nervously? Are we searching for someone?” Amelia asked, looking at the people that were outside wishing her a happy birthday constantly.

“No. Just looking for Harrison.” Lies. As much as you were trying to push the feelings and thoughts about him deep down they came back to the surface. Everything seemed to go well, until today when the realization hit you that he would probably be here. With someone. You tried to stop the nervous tingle in your stomach that didn’t let you finish your drink, but it was too strong. You were red, like your dress, your legs wobbly from the anxiety. Even if he did show up he wouldn’t approach you. Still you had a small hope in you that maybe, just maybe you would sort it out. In a friendly way.

“He is with the boys don’t worry, have some fun. Let me get you a new drink this isn’t working for you I see.” Anna shook your shoulders, receiving a forced smile from you.

Little did you know that the boys were outside, but Harrison wasn’t with them.

Tom’s breath hitched in his throat, looking at you all alone near the white wall staring at the crowd. The dress wasn’t your style, but he still loved the change. Your new hairstyle suited you flawlessly. You looked like a whole new person, however he could see that it was still the old you here. Crossed legs, your fingers playing with each other nervously because being alone at a party freaked you out and it wasn’t your thing. You were chewing on your lip, something was definitely bothering you and it didn’t let you enjoy the evening. Tom knew you better than anyone, but still he didn’t know about the love that was growing for him inside of your heart since you were little.

He was now alone, debating if he should come and chat but many obstacles were on his mind stopping his actions. Just like that one night.

You still waited for anyone to come and stop your awkwardness. Harrison was nowhere in sight, Anna was taking so long with the drink and Amelia is probably having a chit chat with somebody. You were alone, scamming through the people hoping to see the curls and eyes that were flashing in front of your eyes every moment.

Both of you so close yet stubborn and blind.

You gave up, turning to the glass door, making your way inside to find someone. Tom exhaled, his mouth set in a hard line after he saw you disappear and his chance to make things better.

“You love her don’t you?” The female voice brought him out of his trance, heart pounding against his ribcage after he realized that he was caught.

“Sorry, what?”

“You were staring.” Anna stood next to him, watching her best friend collecting the guts to go talk to you. She never saw Tom struggle with girls and it was enough to connect the dots.

“Is it forbidden? We didn’t talk in a while.” Tom stated, afraid that he will spill all of his emotions to Ann.

“It’s okay Tom, we are friends just like me and Y/N. You can tell me everything.” She knew already, but she wanted to hear it from him.

“It’s, just.” Talking got harder, his lips dry.

“Complicated.”

“Everything about you is complicated.” Anna joked, she didn’t see him confused in a long time.

“What should I tell you. I guess you know it already.”

“I know. I just wanted to know what took you so long, and why now.”

The question that he didn’t have an answer to.

“I don’t know. She just woke something that no one could.” It was the truth, he had many women in his bed yet not a single one of them sparked something inside of him like you did. They tried to bring other guys with them to make Tom crawl back but that didn’t bother him.

“Oh Tom. Why didn’t you tell me.” Anna knew that someone is going to get heartbroken.

“Like you would be happy, you wouldn’t let me near her because of who I am. She is too good for me. And you were too.”

“That’s right. Still who am I to judge, you are my friend and I would help you. Always.”

“Thank you. I won’t do anything don’t worry I just want to talk.” Tom was honest, he loves you and Harrison and doing something that would affect your relationship wasn’t his plan.

“I’m going to get her.” Anna squeezed his shoulder letting him know that you two are going to sort things out.

The new drink you mixed, your favourite just didn’t feel the same. It was like the night at Harry’s house, you leaned on the counter with a drink in your hand.

Your eyes on the crowd and your stomach churned at the sight that was so familiar. Instead of Tom it was Harrison that was standing with a girl in the corner of Harry’s living room.

It was just a friend yeah?

“Shit Y/N.” Anna’s heels clicked on the floor looking at the brunette and the boy staring at her with big eyes.

“What?” You looked at her trying to find an answer on her face.

“I really don’t know how she came here.”

She? Who is she?

“Finally you two, too much wishes I’m done.” Amelia rushed inside, making herself a drink.

“Did you invite her?” Anna questioned pointing to the pair in front of us.

“Em? Yes I met her in my class she is new I thought she needed to get to know some people around.” Amelia was clueless, she didn’t even know that she was that Emily.

“I’m sorry Y/N she probably doesn’t know that he is taken I will fix it.”

“That’s Emily.”

Well now everything is messed up. What does she want now all of a sudden? Why was he talking to her, and clearly enjoying it? He couldn’t stop staring at her. And so couldn’t you.

“I’m sorry Y/N I needed to tell you.” Anna knew that nothing could make this situation better. It was normal to feel like this, Harrison would react the same way especially if it was a person you told him not to worry about.

“Just need some fresh air, I don’t want a scene.” Your voice small, face stern but full of emotions.

“I will fix this I-I didn’t know this. I’m sorry Y/N.” Amelia repeated feeling guilty.

“It’s not your fault, he can talk to whoever he wants.” Which was true, you didn’t want to freak out because of it although it was bothering you.

Tom saw everything, the three of you in the kitchen, Harrison and Emily in the corner and you leaving once again. If you weren’t here he would surely knock some sense into Harrison, for his own good. After all he was the one that was his shoulder to cry on and he didn’t deserve that again. Tom wasn’t doubting Harrison’s loyalty, however he didn’t believe Emily with her actions. Now it was Tom time to talk to you.

Tom knew where you will hide, the small place behind Harry’s house was your space when you felt the need to be alone.

And you were there just how he thought. Your elbows resting on your knees, fingers in hair while you exhaled loudly.

“You don’t need to worry about it.” He could see that you were shocked.

Your body froze, unable to turn around to face him. Tom was okay with your silence, he didn’t even think you would run into his embrace when he finally shows up, the silence was better than running away from him.

He sat down on the floor next to you, your eyes focused on the small pot with flowers on your left.

“I know you don’t want to talk to me after everything, but it was tough for me.” He began, trying to get at least a glance from you.

“I know I was acting like shit, ignoring you and hiding my feelings was something I shouldn’t have done. Especially after what we had. I don’t know about you but for me it was more than just sex. I really love you.” It was enough for him, hiding wasn’t the solution for your and his problems. Tom hid it before, during it and it didn’t bring any good. He went straight to the point.

“And I also know it’s late and I know that you think I was selfish and that I am now, maybe you think that I’m doing this so that I could have you for myself only, but I’m not. I’m just tired of keeping it to myself. I owe you an explanation.” Tom said softly, clenching his jaw from the nervousness.

You were still quiet, heart beating rapidly and palms sweating from his confession. Did he really say that? Or was it just an excuse for everything. You were forming a sentence trying to answer him, but words were stuck in your throat.

“And about Gracie t-that was just a show. I apologized to her, she is a great girl she really is just not for me. I’m so sorry Y/N , so sorry that I put you in this situation.” His shaky hand was on your knee, caressing it gently hoping you won’t push it away.

“You love me?” You choked out, turning your head towards him but with your eyes closed.

“I’m so sorry for not letting you know earlier, it was a strange feeling that was bugging me whenever we would be together, it terrified me.” He apologized once again.

“I know that you’re content now and I don’t want to ruin it, I came here to make things better. I want you in my life like before.” Tom moved his palm towards yours, testing the waters before grabbing it.

“Well I sure look content do I?” You joked, making him smile.

You just missed him.

“I saw them together, believe me I know Harrison he won’t do anything, he isn’t like that. Harrison is smitten, absolutely in love with you. Every evening when he would come with us out you were the only thing that he talked about.” Tom could see the corner of your mouth curving into a small smile after his words, and nothing could warm up his heart like you did.

“He loves you. Emily is in the past, he didn’t have that wide grin on his face with her like he has when he is with you. Don’t worry love anyone would kill to have you. Especially because you make those mean tacos, man did I miss them.” It was the truth, he would be the first one to kill. The sad face was replaced with a loud laugh and that was enough for Tom.

“I am sorry Tom.” You finally spoke, looking at his warm brown eyes that could always make you feel so nervous.

“For what? Don’t be silly, I need to apologize and I just want you to accept it. I miss you.”

“I am sorry that I didn’t have a proper conversation with you and that I just kicked you out that night it wasn’t a good move.” You brought his hand into yours, ghosting your thumb over his knuckles.

“We shouldn’t focus on the past let’s appreciate this moment and moments that will come.” Tom was staring at your eyes, red cheeks and those sweet lips that he missed like crazy.

You saw him staring, and your eyes were fixed on his face as well. You knew that kissing him would be a wrong move, and now that you started to sort things out you didn’t have the courage. He didn’t want it, you were sure or at least you thought that.

However Tom could sense that you wanted it just like he did. He promised himself after this he won’t do anything. Just this time.

“I really want to kiss you, at least for the last time. Please.” He whispered, the pad of his thumb running up and down your rosy cheek. The thought of him reading your mind and body language made you tremble.

“Do it.”

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coup de foudre | MLQC Shaw/Ling Xiao (M)

Fandom: Mr Love: Queen’s Choice

Pairing: Fem!Reader/Shaw

Rating: 18+/Explicit/NSFW

Words: 5k

Summary: He hadn’t planned on getting sucked in, unable and unwilling to free himself. But they’ve all had their chances and now, it’s his turn.

coup de foudre (‘stroke of lightning’): a sudden unforeseen event, in particular, an instance of love at first sight

A/N: i have nothing to say. except that this was supposed to be a filthy hookup thing but I should have known better. please...don't look at me lmao

(tags under the cut)

Warnings/Tags: explicit sexual content, mild language, vaginal sex, ... minor electric play, please don’t try this at home, chapter 19/20 spoilers...ish

Rain-soaked bangs cling to a crinkling forehead, hanging over amber eyes squinting through the unforgiving downpour.

His heart pounds, tremulous and worried, within the confines of his chest–because of all the running, he tells himself repeatedly–as the heavy soles of his combat boots splash through puddles, drawing peeved looks from the people passing by.

Annoyance and concern twist and twine around his lungs as there’s no sign of that familiar face, the sparks on the tips of his fingers deadly in his urgency, and if he doesn’t find what he’s looking for right now–

The fates conspire as the thought crosses his mind, as if unwilling to draw his ire, and his path leads him to a park near Loveland University. There aren’t a lot of people nearby or in the park itself; he wanders in through the wrought iron gate, already thinking of turning back and going back to the cafe in the hope that you’ll be there–and then he catches a glimpse of the now-familiar silhouette, curled up on a bench, seemingly unbothered by the rain.

Drenched to the bone with your hair glued to your face and your clothes clinging to your skin in a way he tries really hard not to notice, you almost remind him of a lost kitten he’d come across as a child. Even the way you shiver is similar, although the way his body responds to you is very different.

You haven’t noticed him yet. Your palms are spread open in front of you, exposed to your unfocused gaze. There’s a sinking feeling in his chest as the thought of why you’re here comes to mind, so close to a man you should be staying far away from.

Shaw swallows the lump in his throat, mouth curving in that cocky way he knows will annoy you. With any hope, enough to wipe that miserable look off your face.

“There you are,” he calls, grinning at the way you jump and twist in place. Your eyes flash with immediate recognition and he’s near sickened by the elation that courses through him. You know him now, and that shouldn’t delight him half as much as it does.

It’s just because it would piss, well, quite a lot of people off.

“Oh, it’s you.” Your eyes, previously dull, spark with curiosity. “Shaw.”

“Mm.” There’s an umbrella clutched in his hand, one he’d brought along with you in mind, but it feels awkward in his grip now. He wants to open it and tug you closer, draw you into his arms and warm you up; he tosses the umbrella at you instead, trying to keep from shuffling in place as you stare at it in quiet surprise. “Y’know, I like parks as much as the next guy, but this isn’t really the kind of weather you should be out in.”

“More friendly advice?” you ask, eyes twinkling, and his mouth dries up. You sigh and open the device he so thoughtfully handed you. You don’t think you can get any wetter, but you might as well use it. “I know. I just...”

Visited Loveland Uni. Ran into Lu-Ares. You had felt so drained, so defeated, that you had, in all your wisdom, decided to stop by the park you had frequented so often with the professor by your side. It hadn’t been your intention to be caught in this rain.

“What are you doing here?” you ask instead.

He clears his throat, not wanting to answer or continue standing around here. But with your eyes fixed on him so intently, he isn’t sure if he’s even capable of moving a muscle, let alone leave.

“I was just passing by. Saw you here, lookin’ like a drowned rat, and I’m just too nice to walk away.”

“Sure you are.” You get up with some effort, hating the way your clothes stick to you, missing the way he stiffens. You raise the umbrella until it covers most of him and you, stepping closer and steering your thoughts away from the heat you feel coming off him. “Well, thank you.”

“No problem. We’re friends now, yeah?” He watches you, your small smile, and the way it twitches before it crumbles, his heart lurching as you drop your forehead onto his chest. “You okay?”

He resists the urge to curl himself around you.

“Yeah.” His hand comes up to rest on your head. He had meant for it to feel like he’s petting a cute animal, but instead, he wants to take his glove off so he can feel your hair in all his tangled glory. He ruffles it gently, and your hand comes up to fist in his shirt. “...No, not really.”

“Thought so. Think you could go mope somewhere drier?”

“I’m not moping,” you grumble, pulling away, much to his disappointment. “But yeah. Mind walking me home?”

“Sure. I don’t have anything better to do, thanks for asking,” he drawls, taking the umbrella from you and drawing closer as you begin to walk out of the park. He’s overcome, just for a moment, by the urge to grab your hand.

It’s funny, he thinks. He’d thought the rest of them pathetic for the lengths they’d go to for you, the way they seemed to orbit around you as if you were the centre of their worlds. Even now, despite having no recollection of you, they aren’t impervious to your pull.

And neither is Shaw.

All he had planned on doing was to wait and watch, derive amusement from you stumbling around like a lost little lamb, help out whenever the mood struck him. But ever since that one time he’d sat next to you on the bus, watching you study him suspiciously, the way you had fidgeted when his jean-clad thigh pressed into yours–ever since then, a certain, dark hunger had taken root in him.

It was when he ran into you here, separated from your guard dogs, that he realized it was just you and him. For now, but it was still a golden opportunity to play with you. To touch you.

He hadn’t expected to be drawn in like the rest. To want you so bad it filled him with warmth on the best of days and burned him inside out on the worst of them.

“If you had anything better to do, you wouldn’t have come looking for me in this kind of weather.”

Shaw scoffs, refusing to turn his head and expose himself to your knowing gaze.

You know better though. Not with how often he seems to find you no matter where you are in the city. It’s something he has in common with a certain someone, and the thought has you aching with something bitter.

Your current companion may be a strange one but you can’t deny the relief you feel when he’s around; he’s the only person in this strange new world who remembers you, who knows things aren’t quite right. He doesn’t seem to care much, but you’re grateful for his presence nonetheless.

It’s with that thought in mind that you come to a stop. “I...don’t want to go home.” The silence had been particularly stifling today, prompting your escape, even if it was to grey skies and raging clouds.

Shaw studies you carefully, the stubborn set of your jaw and the quick flicker of panic in your eyes. You look like you expect him to mock and dismiss you, and while the former would be all too easy, he can’t dismiss your subtle request.

And living up to expectations has never been his style.

Saying no to spending more time with you? He’s not an idiot. He’ll take his entertainment where he can get it, and things around you are never dull.

“Alright. Wanna come over to my place?”

The words are out before he could rethink them, and he prays you don’t take it in the wrong way.

“I mean, we can find something to make you feel better.” Ugh, shut up, Shaw.

Would it be so bad, though–

Yes, it would. You’re not his to take. No matter how badly his mouth waters at the very thought of getting a taste, of sinking his teeth into your skin; no matter how often dreams of you shake him awake with sparks crackling along his limbs, his pants embarrassingly tight.

You agree without much thought, and he wants to scold you for it. You trust too easily, even after everything with that Professor.

“Come on, then.” Because his body and mind slip from his control whenever you’re around, his thoughts turn to the dream he’d woken up from last night, hard and throbbing with raging lust, fingers trembling as they were forced to his cock. He had still been half-asleep as he spilt himself onto his sheets, shame eventually creeping up his spine as his mind drifted toward awareness.

You’re oblivious to the turn his mind has taken, wrapped up in your own thoughts. You have so many questions, most of which you know by now won’t get an answer. But as he leads you up the stairs in a small building, you’re caught off guard by the thrill of anticipation building in you. Your eyes linger on the broad expanse of his back, the studded leather jacket stretching over his shoulders, the way his jeans cling to the round curve of his ass.

“I’m in the mood for pizza. There’s a great place nearby, if you’re cool with it. Oh, we could watch–“ He pauses just outside the door to 3B, fingers hovering over the keypad. “Oh, uh, give me a few minutes.”

With that he taps in the password and slips into the apartment, leaving you outside, perplexed. You wait in silence, realizing quickly that he hadn’t exactly expected to bring a guest along, and hadn’t had a chance to clean up, if that’s what he’s doing.

‘Maybe he’s hiding stuff. Clues to the current situation,’ you think suspiciously, before dismissing the idea. You’ve come here to spend time with a new friend, not snoop around. For the first time in what feels like ever, you’re not going to snoop. You’re going to eat pizza and watch whatever Shaw had been about to mention. You need a goddamn break and you’re going to take it.

The door opens then, with Shaw’s head still turned away as he appears to sweep his eyes over the room once more, as if checking to make sure everything’s in place.

“Right, come on in,” he steps back to let you through, glancing around the hallway before closing the door. You slip your shoes off at the entrance, looking around curiously as you step into the room, smiling gratefully when he hands you a towel.

His jacket is hanging on a rack at the entrance, leaving him in his shirt. His bangs are slicked back and there’s a towel around his neck, the beads wrapped around his wrist clattering as he dabs one end of the towel over his skin. It all makes an enticing, domestic picture, one that has you swallowing nervously.

“Nice place,” you comment, hiding a smile as you spot what looks like a pair of boxers next to the couch, pretending not to notice when he kicks the garment behind it.

“Thanks. Um, do you maybe wanna change?” Neither of you had considered your soaked clothes, and you feel like a complete idiot.

Shaw, on the other hand, has to tear his eyes away from the sheer fabric of your shirt, the way it hints at the tempting swell of your breasts. It’d be better for you both if you spend the rest of your time together in a sweatshirt.

“...That would be really great, thank you.”

“Wait here, I’ll go, uh, find you something to wear.”

You feel awful about putting him out like this, but he’s vanished through a door before you can say anything, and you focus on drying your hair. He comes back with a bundle of clothes and an endearingly nervous expression.

“I thought it might be better if you just shower, if you want to, I mean. I mean, do whatever, I’ll just order us some food,” Shaw mumbles, handing you the clothes.

“Are you sure? I don’t mind waiting, you can go first,” you offer awkwardly, laughing weakly when he rolls his eyes and pushes you towards the bathroom.

“And that’s very gracious of you, but you’ll catch a cold if you don’t get warm soon, so go.” It’s more of a demand than anything and you can’t help the ‘yes sir’ as you shuffle towards the door. “Mushroom and cheese okay with you?”

“That’s my favourite!” you call back, closing the door behind you as you step into the bathroom. Placing the clothes on the counter, you take in the products scattered over the surface. Namely, the various types of hair products and perfumes.

Cute.

You feel oddly shy as you undress, mind swimming with scenarios involving Shaw stumbling into the bathroom somehow while you’re naked. You can almost picture the flushed cheeks he tries so hard to hide, the slight bobbing of his throat you’ve caught so often, and the way he tries to avert his eyes but fails. The thought of him pressing you into the tiled walls has you clenching, your cheeks blazing as you turn on the water.

You wonder if he’s thinking about you naked in his shower right now.

What you don’t know is how right you are, and how miserable it’s making him. Shaw has never felt the kind of shameful thrill that races through him now, as a part of him wonders what you would do if he joins you, if he sinks to his knees and licks into you like a starved, depraved creature.

You're out in ten minutes, smelling of his favourite body wash, and it takes everything in him not to bury his nose in your neck. That scent has never smelled half as good on him as it does on you. Your cheeks are still rosy from the shower, and he watches mutely as you wrap a towel around your head.

Then, with a smothered groan, he realizes you’re in his old sweatshirt and shorts, both too baggy and more adorable than he’d expected.

Fuck.

“I’m done! Thank you, Shaw,” you murmur softly, and he nods, dazed and dismayed at the thought of having to tighten his leash.

“You can put your clothes in the dryer.” He shows you to the machine, starting it for you before handing you his laptop, surprisingly you with the show of trust. “Don’t snoop around too much. You can’t blame me if you find something you don’t want to see.” With the taunt thrown, he turns on his heel and saunters off.

You browse YouTube for a bit before setting the laptop aside and curling up on the couch. It’s been a few days since you woke up in this reality, but it feels like forever. You had almost forgotten what safety felt like. And you can’t quite believe you feel that way with Shaw.

A mesh of stress and worry wound tight in your chest for so long, finally loosens a little as your limbs relax, and you nearly melt onto the cushion as you drift off, knowing you’re not alone, for once not uneasy at the thought.

He finds you dozing lightly, tiptoeing into the room, crouching down once he reaches you. The frown that had come to find a near-permanent place on your face seems to have almost faded, and his thumb comes to rub away the last traces of it from your brow.

Shaw’s eyes, lidded and intent, come to rest on your parted mouth, and yearning throbs hot in his belly. His fingers, helpless against the softness of your skin, trace the sharp bridge of your nose, your full cheeks, the plump curve of your lips. He’s so transfixed by the sight, fighting back the urge to dip his head for just a quick taste, that it takes him a moment to realize he’s being watched.

Caught, he locks eyes with you and freezes, his pulse quickening when he sees no sign of fear or distrust in them. Instead, you tilt your head the slightest bit and–his breath catches in his throat when he feels your tongue flick at the rough pad of his thumb.

Stunned, he can only watch as your mouth parts further to suck the tip in, tongue stroking it in an erotic imitation of an act he’s only ever dreamed of.

It’s when your lips curl up, amused by his stupefied expression, that he frees the digit from your mouth with a low pop and daubs the wetness from it down your chin. You don’t say a word but the look in your eyes tells him everything he needs to know; he’s shaken by the way desire seizes him then, roaring and commanding him to take, to please, to wreck.

“You’ve had a bad day,” he tells you, hoarsely and weak in the face of his burning thirst, pulling his hand back.

“I’ve had a bad month. But I thought you brought me here to make me feel better?” you ask, blinking innocently as you rise up, leaning your weight on one elbow.

His low chuckle sets your nerves alight, as does the way his eyes can’t seem to decide between staying fixed on your eyes and mouth. “With pizza and Netflix.”

“Mm. You can just say no,” you say, even though you’re already leaning in. Your lips brush the corner of his and he sucks in a sharp breath, eyes sliding shut as he feels your breath on his face, warm and beckoning.

You must know that he–

“I can’t,” he breathes and captures your mouth with his. He can’t fathom a situation where he would deny you, when you’re ready and willing to let him in. When he’s been longing for this for so long.

It’s slow, a sweet claiming, relief and destruction bound together intimately. Any thoughts of resistance are abandoned, left in the dust for the exquisite flavour of your mouth. He groans at the slow drag of your teeth over his lip, shifting onto the couch to lean over you without breaking contact, tilting his head to go deeper, take more.

Satisfaction courses through him, visceral and grasping, as you turn onto your back, hands clenching in his shirt to pull him down from his careful hovering.

You’re lost, sinking into each other with every moan, your fingers digging into his shoulders as his finally tangle in your hair. His tongue slides along yours, and you’re overwhelmed by the desire to feel every inch of him, on you, in you, firm and warm.

“Good,” you gasp out, planting swift kisses along his jaw before he groans and crushes his mouth against yours again, intent on having his fill, knowing he never will; he will never get enough. His hand, splayed across your abdomen, slides down. He can nearly feel the coiled tension in you, desperate for him to unravel it, begging for his attention.

The doorbell rings, startling and shrill.

Shaw pulls away, breathing hard, the tips of your noses brushing. You pant lightly, a moan stuck low in your throat as you feel his hard bulge pressing into your belly. His desire is an unmistakable as yours; you ache to take his cock in you, your lust for him dripping from your cunt.

His amber eyes, glossed over as he fights to control himself, clear slightly at the second ring.

“I’ll be right there,” he yells in the direction of the door, before diving in to kiss you, hard and quick, all teeth and tongue, and then he rips himself away and staggers over to the door; your soft whine rings in his ears and chipping away at his composure.

He greets the delivery man with a strained grin, his mind occupied with the temptress he left on his couch. The man eyes him weirdly as he takes the cash, taking in the state of his hair and lips, eyes flitting over his head; he averts his eyes when Shaw sheds his pleasant demeanour, his expression edged with threat. He grabs the pizza, shooting a quick thanks at the man and barely restrains himself from slamming the door shut.

The haze of desire lifts. You’re probably hungry, and he needs to think.

You have other plans.

He’s barely left the boxes on the counter and turned around before he finds himself with an armful of determined girl pressing up against him, arms wrapping around his neck as you press your mouth to his.

“Ah, baby,” it slips out and he blushes at the low, needy sound that escapes you. “D-don’t you wanna eat-?”

“I want you,” you say, demanding and fierce and he doesn’t stand a chance. “Please, Shaw.”

His hands are clutching at the backs of your thighs before his mind can catch up, hauling you up until your legs wrap around his hips. A lazy grin splits his lips at the squeal that escapes you, that then melts into a moan as he sucks your tongue into his mouth.

He presses you into the wall and drags his tongue down the length of your neck, pleased by the way you shiver. “You need to be specific.”

His teeth sink into pliant flesh and the back of your head hits the wall, hips bucking up involuntarily. “Ah, I-I–“

“You want something, baby?” His hands knead the plump flesh of your ass as he sucks a blooming mark into your skin. “You gotta ask for it.”

He lets you slip down, just a little until you can feel him against you, just as desperate but better at controlling it, and using it against you.

“I-I want you to touch me, Shaw.” The heel of his palm slips between your bodies to press between your thighs, putting enough pressure that you grind your hips into it, desperate for the friction.

“Like this?” he asks, smirking impishly when you glare at him in frustration, pulling at his hair.

“More,” you whine. He laughs and adjusts his grip so he can carry you further down the hall.

“Tch. Greedy.” You nip at his earlobe in retaliation and his hands squeeze your ass in warning, this time as a warning–one you dismiss right away.

“I want your cock too,” you whisper, so softly he would’ve missed it if your lips weren’t ghosting the shell of his ear, your cunning tongue tracing the delicate skin. “I want you to fuck me, use me–“

The rest of your words are lost in a yelp as he throws you onto the bed, slipping his T-shirt off with one hand as he reaches for your ankle with the other. His abdomen, all taut muscle, his shorts resting low on his hips–you could run your fingers all over him for hours. The skies flash through the window, angry and eager, the rain still falling mercilessly, and you think it matches the look in his face perfectly.

“Careful what you wish for, baby,” he says in a half purr, his eyes dark with ruthless promise as he drags you closer. “I won’t be so nice if you tease me.”

His thumbs hook into the waistband of your (his) shorts and tug them down, only to pause, swallowing the sudden flood of moisture in his mouth as your glistening cunt is exposed to his ravenous gaze.

“My underwear got wet earlier,” you hurry to explain, nervous and embarrassed at the way he’s staring at you, his tongue darting out to wet his mouth.

“Your underwear isn’t the only thing-” He’s cut off by his own laughter as you kick him lightly in the stomach, attempting to close your legs–that he puts a stop to at once. “Now, now. I’m not complaining.” The foxy curve of his lips meets the arch of your foot, sliding across the skin over your ankle. He crawls onto the bed as he kisses his way up your leg, the tip of his tongue dipping into the crease at the back of your knee.

You can only watch in breathless silence as he nips his way up the tender flesh of your thigh, never breaking the meeting of your eyes. He parts your legs, fingers slipping through your slick curls to spread your folds before a long digit pushes in.

“So wet. Is it all for me?”

Shaw’s gaze doesn’t waver once and you throw your head back, cunt clenching around his finger and heart racing from the hunger in his face.

A second finger slides in, rubbing at your slick walls as you moan and rock your hips up. You glance at him, teeth digging into your lip at the sight of his pupils blowing wide as he looks at his fingers coated with your arousal.

“Look at you,” he growls, pumping his fingers faster as his tongue flicks at your swelling clit and you whimper and try to jerk your hips away. “Who would’ve thought you’d be such a dirty slut, begging for my fingers.”

With his other hand, he pushes the hem of your sweatshirt up until your breasts spill free from beneath it, the cloth folded under your chin. His hot mouth tugs at a nipple, nipping and sucking as his fingers stroke you to a slow ruin.

“Shaw.” You’re half cursing, half pleading and then you’re yelling in outrage as he slips his hand away. “You ass–“ But your voice dies in your throat when you spy him tugging at the cords of his shorts, yanking them down his hips. You can’t even call him out on his own lack of underwear, distracted as you are by his cock, by the way his lips close around his fingers as he licks them clean.

He lashes flutter at the taste, the little sample of your flavour rich on his tongue, and he vows to spend more time with his face buried between your legs, to grab a proper meal. His mouth waters at the thought of you coming on his tongue.

“You sure about this?” He asks, reaching into a drawer in his bedside table and pulling out a square foil.

You lock eyes with him and it hits you. You’ve got a lot, and nothing at all on your plate, you have mysteries to chase and thing to set right, because you’re in a reality where nobody remembers you. Nobody, except for this gorgeous, infuriatingly cavalier man standing in front of you, stroking his cock slowly and waiting for your permission.

You deserve this, damn it.

“Absolutely,” you respond with a touch of finality, rising up to your knees to reach for him, sliding the sweatshirt off as you go. His knee rests on the bed as your fingers wrap around his length, covered by his own as you prime him together, drawing the first drop of arousal from his tip.

He kisses you, once, twice, and then again. Your lips slide down his throat, placing sweet, wet kisses along the flexing muscle of his shoulders. Down and down you go, dipping your tongue into his bellybutton, smiling at the way his hips jerk.

You glance up at him and open your mouth, lips forming a wide O, tongue out; he shoots a prayer up before guiding the head of his cock in.

His fingers dig into the back of your head as you swallow as much of his thick length as you can, tongue pressing flat as you move back and forth along it. His thrusts are shallow, his scent musky as your nose brushes his unruly curls.

“Pretty, pretty baby,” Shaw growls, the sweet words warped and filthy as they fall from his lips, hands tugging at your hair. “You look perfect like this, with my cock in your mouth.”

Your moan vibrates around him and he stiffens, easing you off, plucking the condom off the bed and ripping it open.

“As much as I’d love to,” he mutters, pushing you onto your back, climbing over you fluidly. “You asked to be fucked, and I intend to deliver.”

He fits himself between your legs, kneeling between them as he slides the latex on. You can’t help but clench in anticipation, watching him position himself at your entrance.

“Last chance,” he whispers, teasingly. He isn’t completely sure if he can stop, if you do choose to tell him to. You look beautiful, your hair spilt across his messy bedspread and your eyes, vulnerable and filled with desire, waiting for him.

He slides the head of his cock along your folds and a shudder runs through you.

“Fuck me,” you rasp, eyes sliding shut as he slides in. Your thoughts, your problems, your loneliness–everything numbs and fades away. All you smell is him, sharp and heady. All you feel is him, his cock sheathed in you and his lips on your cheek.

“As my lady commands,” he mutters sarcastically, with a touch of sincerity as he grinds against you, drawing a sweet moan from you. Your walls squeeze him, hot and slick and possessive, pleasure sinking into his bones, scraping him raw; he will never let you go, now that he has you. It doesn’t matter which world or which reality you find yourselves in.

‘You’re mine now,’ he thinks darkly, greedily. He, who refuses to tie himself to any side, will bind himself to you so deeply you will never escape him. He will sink his claws so deep they would never be able to rip you from his grasp.

You gasp his name and the sound travels through him with a jolt; he thrusts hard, eager to see what other sounds he can draw from your lovely mouth.

Shaw tries to be gentle. He tries really hard. He’d wanted his first time with you to be sweet and slow, gentle and lasting as long as he could physically make it. But you shred any remnants of his control with the way you twist and writhe beneath him, meeting his thrusts with urgent rolls of your hips and moaning for him, so sweetly it threatens to unravel him.

Your whispers of how good he feels, how you never want him to stop, of please please please push him until he’s pounding into you with reckless abandon, riveted by the sight of you falling apart, your head thrown back and your breasts bouncing with every snap of his hips.

He can’t help it; his hand reaches for your cunt, fingers pressing to your swollen clit. The barest whispers of static spark to life on his fingertips, just for a second–your body reacts before your mind can process it, convulsing and twisting as he rubs tight circles, a scream tearing from your throat as he pins you in place.

Your walls clench him so tightly he nearly chokes, plunging into his own ruin as his pace falters, turning wilder and unmeasured, as he comes with your wrecked visage burned into his mind. Your eyes are wet, your limbs trembling weakly.

You kiss his face sloppily as he tries to catch his breath, drawing him in until his face presses into the side of your neck. He takes a long moment to breathe you in, the scent of sex and sweat intoxicating, his mind still consumed by you as he turns you both over to hold you close to him.

Your fingers creep up his side, and a mortifying, high-pitched noise of protest escapes him when you pinch him hard. "You better not have fried my vagina," you mumble tiredly.

"Chill. You're fine." It's not the first time he's tried it, but he wisely keeps that to himself. You snort, nuzzling his chest as a satisfied sigh leaves you.

Triumph courses through him, as does fear; he’s not one to lie to himself. This will not be a one-time thing. He will have you, again and again. He will stay by your side, regardless of what others will think or do.

His heart squeezes at the thought of Gavin. What would he think of the fact that Shaw has stolen you away while he remains oblivious, with no plans of letting go?

That is, if you’re on board.

In all honesty, he can't bring himself to regret any of it. They've all had their chances and now, it’s his turn.

You press your ear to the rapid thumping of his heart, not attempting to untangle your legs from his. You hum when he kisses your hair, turning to catch his mouth in a soft kiss. A low grumble breaks the tranquil silence, and you purse your lips when he turns to you with that familiar mocking stare.

“So,” you begin nervously, trying not to squirm. “Pizza?”

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Commission - A Day Out

Mob/Mafiatale!Asgore, Chara, and Sans Part 2 to THIS commission!

“After recovering over the next few weeks/months/whatever and slowly turning into a full on Boss Monster, they go out on their first date. How does their evening go?”

Fandom: Mobtale/Mafiatale Pairings: Asgore/Reader, Sans/Reader, Chara/Reader Length: 3k (1k per Scenario) Rating: T+

For @jainwolfe! Thank you for commissioning me once more!

Mob/Mafiatale-Asgore:

“Is this what it feels like to be royalty?” You laughed nervously, twirling a lock of hair around your clawed finger. “Being watched all the time?”

Asgore gave you a soft smile but sighed all the same. “I can’t say that it’s not similar. How are you feeling? If you want to go back home, then…”

“No!” You said it quickly, too quickly, then took a breath and tried again, “No. I’m fine. I’ll be fine. Just got to get my bearings first.”

He nodded understandingly. “Take your time.”

This was a unique situation, and it called for patience, which Asgore had plenty of. He watched you shuffle in place for a moment, brushing your paws over your furry snout. You pushed the tuft of fur hanging between your floppy ears out of your eyes and gave a deep, shuddering sigh.

It was strange, seeing you like this. You looked so much like him. And Toriel. But he could still see you, under all that fur and fluff. Especially when you gave him that awkward, lopsided smile he knew so well.

“Alright, I think I’m good.”

“We’ll take it slow.” He offered you his hand, gently. You took it, with only a moments hesitation. But that was okay. No matter how much time you needed in order to deal with this, he would be there by your side. This time, he’d be there for you.

This time, he’d be able to protect you.

Hand-in-hand, you stepped out of the store and back into the streets. You flinched under the glaring sunlight beaming down from the bright blue sky. It was a beautiful day, but to you it just felt like way too much. There wasn’t a cloud to be seen.

“So, where are we off to today?” You asked quietly, leaning into his side as you made your way down the sidewalk. You kept your eyes pinned to the ground, too nervous to look up and see if anyone was looking at you again. Asgore carefully shifted the bag full of freshly baked bread on his free arm, to check the list he’d made.

“We have to stop by the florist to get some more seeds for the garden.” He tucked the little piece of paper away and glanced down at you, smiling. “What do you think we might need more of? I’ve had my eye on some sunflower seeds for a while.”

“Sunflowers are fine.” You replied in a small voice.

Asgore sighed to himself. He looked forward to the days when you would be able to talk with him again, without fear of drawing attention to yourself.

But he understood your reluctance. Even now, there were Monsters and humans alike watching you walk down the street together, their eyes following your every movements and their jaws slack in awe. He wanted to ask them, politely of course, to keep their eyes to themselves.

Ever since what had happened had happened, rumors had been flying through the city streets.

He led you quietly down the streets, your arm tucked against his own, shoulders pressed together like sardines in a can.

The florist was open, thankfully. And from the looks of it, there weren’t many customers at the moment. Which was lucky for both of you, because neither of you wanted to deal with a crowd right now.

Asgore looked down at you, a soft smile creasing his face as he placed a hand on your elbow. “If you’d rather wait outside, I’d be okay with that.”

“No!” Your grip on his arm tightened. “I mean. I want to stay with you. Please.”

He sighed, in relief more than anything. “Okay.”

As the door swung open, the florist perked up from behind the counter. “Hello! How can I help…”

Their voice trailed off as they stared at the two of you, wide-eyed and frozen. You wondered what you looked like to them. The King of Monsterkind, and his Boss Monster hybrid partner. What a freak-show.

“Why don’t you go look at some of the flowers?” Asgore whispered softly against your ear. “While I conduct the business side of things?”

“Okay.” Reluctantly, you unwound yourself from his embrace and headed over to the aisles of flowers and plants lining the walls, while Asgore straightened his shoulders and headed towards the counter.

You were nervous at first, being away from his side. Though the distance was small, it took everything in you not to just run back to hiding behind him.

But as you traversed the aisles of flowers, you found yourself beginning to relax. The atmosphere of the flower shop was extremely comforting. All the scents, colors, and different kinds of plants made you feel safe. Like you were walking through a giant garden. It reminded you of home, and the garden that you and Asgore had planted together.

You stopped in front of a pot of Amaryllis flowers and looked over the tag. Each one had the meaning of the flowers written on them.

“Worth beyond beauty.” That struck a chord with you. As a human, you’d considered yourself okay looking. But now, as a Boss Monster, your appearance was something you were having the biggest troubles getting used to.

You didn’t notice Asgore approaching you until his shadow stretched over the section of shelf you were standing at.

“Do you like those flowers?” He asked gently, leaning in to place his chin against your shoulder. “Amaryllis, yes?”

“Yeah.” You couldn’t help but blush because of how close he was. “They’re very pretty.”

“Then I’ll buy them for you.”

You turned with a gasp. “No, you don’t have to!”

“I want to.”

You fidgeted in place, nervously, but eventually gave in and let Asgore take the plant up front.

As you walked out of the florist, arm-in-arm, you clutched the little pot of flowers close.

Maybe one day, you’d be able to view yourself in the same way that people viewed the Amaryllis.

With worth beyond the boundary of beauty.

Mob/Mafiatale-Sans:

“Sans, I feel like everyone is staring at me.”

He glanced up, to see you tugging at your hat, trying to pull it down over your face. Your other hand was wound with his own, fingers intertwined. You glanced around nervously, shrinking beneath the curious stares and open-mouthed gawking of the nosy crowds.

Too nosy, he thought to himself.

“can you blame them?” He shrugged, giving you one of his signature lazy, lopsided smiles. He quickly added a wink when he saw the hesitation in your eyes. “they’ve probably never seen anyone as beautiful as you before.”

“Sans—!” Your cheekbones flushed a pleasant pink color, which you quickly hid beneath gloved hands. “Shut up, you know that I’m not…”

You shifted your weight a little, staring hard at the ground. Your tail swept across the sidewalk, thumping against the concrete anxiously.

“not what? cute? adorable? amazing? because i’d hafta disagree there.”

Maybe humans thought you looked a little weird. But Sans had never seen a more beautiful skeleton…whatever you were. Not a normal skeleton, definitely. But strong, with spines and claws, and big sharp fangs. Even for someone made entirely out of bone, you exuded raw power.

But beneath all that, he still saw you. He saw it in your smile, and the way you blushed, and how you’d fidget nervously. He heard it in your voice. He watched it surface when you walked, how you sat, how you did just about anything. Even in this new, strange body, he knew you were still the you that he’d fallen in love with.

And to him, that was beautiful.

“i’ll always love you a skele-ton.”

You bit back a snort, and the edges of your lips curled back in a smile.

He grinned, knowing that he’d gotten you there.

“what? don’t tell me you don’t like my ribbin’ anymore?”

“Sans, please.”

“tibia-honest, maybe you’re right. these ones are getting a little stale. i’ll have to think up some new ones, but it’ll be hard to marrow it down.”

You shoved his shoulder lightly, rolling your eyes. The gleaming multicolored lights danced in your sockets as you grimaced at his terrible humor. Which, of course, only made him smile even wider and give you a playful shrug.

“y’know what my brotha’ always says. i’m a real numb-skull.”

“You are.” You smiled. “But you’re my numb-skull.”

Now it was his turn to flush, the pink color dancing across his cheeks for just a moment.

“yeah, i really am. n’i couldn’t be happier ‘bout it.”

As you walked down the street, side-by-side, he reached for your hand. Sans wasn’t usually a big PDA type of guy, but today, he was feelin’ kinda bold. Hand-holding bold.

You paused as you felt his fingers intertwine with yours. Now that you were mostly skeleton, the feeling was so different from when you were a human. There was no soft skin against hard bone. You were the same now.

And it was oddly comforting, in a way.

“so, whatcha wanna do today?”

“Mm.” You scratched your chin in thought. “I’m not sure. It’s been a while since I was out. Is there anything good happening around town right now?”

“nah.” Sans actually had no clue, but he wasn’t about to put in the effort to go investigating. “say, how about we stop by grillby’s? my treat.”

“Sans, we always go to Grillby’s!” You said it with annoyance, but there was still a smile on your face.

“what’s not to love? good food, spending time with friends, a warm atmosphere.” He looked up at you and winked lazily. “it’s perfect for dates.”

“Papyrus would say otherwise.” You teased him, gently nudging his shoulder with your own.

“that’s because paps has too delicate of a palette.” Sans shrugged again. “y’know, i think he secretly likes grillby’s. he’s just too stubborn to admit it.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night!”

You giggled as he led you down the street to his favorite restaurant. He kept the small-talk up the entire way. It was a nice break from all the staring and strange looks you were getting. Having Sans there with you was the biggest distraction you could have asked for.

But as you reached the doorway, you found yourself hesitating.

Sans turned, his hand on the knob. He looked up at you, a bit of worry creasing his features. “something wrong, babe?”

“I just…” You tucked a strange of ectoplasmic hair behind your nonexistent ear. “How will everyone react, seeing me like this? I look so weird now. And different. What if they think I’m creepy? What if they’re intimidated because I’m a Boss Monster? What if—”

“hey, hey! slow down.” Sans held his hands up, a bead of sweat rolling down the side of his skull. All that anxiety was starting to affect him, too. “you know these guys. they’d never speak ill of ya. more than likely, they’ll all just be happy to see that you made it out okay.”

“How can you be so sure?” Your claws tightened in the fabric of your blouse, and he could see the tension in your shaking hands.

“because, i’m a regular. have been for a long time now. i know grillby’s like the back of my hand.” As he spoke, he lifted up his free hand, and offered it to you. “just trust me. everything’s gonna be okay. i promise.”

Sans wasn’t big on promises he wasn’t sure that he’d end up keeping. But this was one that you both knew that he would.

After a moment’s hesitation, your expression grew determined. “Okay. I trust you.”

His grin widened as you slipped your hand into his own. The sensation of bone against bone was strange, but also oddly comforting somehow. Human, skeleton, Boss Monster. He didn’t care what form you took. He loved you all the same.

Hand-in-hand, he led you into Grillby’s, knowing that this place would never let him down.

And he’d never let you down, either.

Adult!Mob/Mafiatale-Chara:

“This is a bad idea.”

They couldn’t help but agree with you.

Chara was not the kind of person who liked to stray far from home. But it had been a while since you’d last been on a date together, and they weren’t willing to let you stay at home and mope over your predicament any longer. You needed to get out, both of your shell, and out of the house.

Still, as you walked down the streets, side-by-side, they weren’t oblivious to the stares you were receiving. It was understandable, given your new form. A side-effect of the transformation process over-going your soul. Chara didn’t find it nearly as inconvenient as you seemed to, however.

Pinpointing what exactly you had become after those weeks in the hospital was difficult. You weren’t exactly human. But not entirely Monster either. Some sort of mix of both. If they were still a child, Chara would have had no doubt that they would have been jealous of you. But now that they’d grown considerably, both emotionally and physically, they found themself pitying you instead.

But you didn’t deserve that.

They watched you duck your head, trying hard to ignore the way people were gawking at you as you sluggishly made your way down the street.

Chara sighed and slid their hand down to meet yours. With a gentle squeeze, and a soft smile, they assured you of their presence. Satisfaction followed, watching the tension drain from your face, as you returned their sentiment with a squeeze of your own.

“Things are going to be okay.” They mumbled gently, trying to assure both you and themself. “We will get through this, together.”

“I know.” You sighed. “It’s just hard, getting used to all these…”

You lifted your free hand, clenching and un-clenching your clawed fingers into fists. “Changes.”

“If it’s any consolation, I would give anything to be in your position right now.” Ah, that wasn’t the right thing to say. They watched you flinch, and quickly followed up with, “Not what you underwent, of course, but. To know what it’s like to be part Monster. It’s always been a dream of mine.”

“It’s not much different from being a human.” You admitted, rubbing the back of your neck self-consciously. “I’m just a little fluffier.”

Their smile quirked up at the edges. Well, you weren’t wrong about that. Thick waves of fur decorated your body, stretching all the way down to a swishing, spade-tipped tail that dragged across the ground as you walked. Your claws were sharp and dark, and they could see your long fangs sinking into your lower lip as you chewed on it nervously.

“Well, I think you’re beautiful.” They said, softly.

Your long, deer-like ears pinned back against your head as your cheeks flushed a pleasant pink color. You tried to wave them off. “You’re just saying that.”

“I might be, but I mean it.” They squeezed your hand again, tighter this time. “You are incredible. Your determination, your willpower, your beauty. All of them intrigue me, in so many ways. Don’t you believe me?”

“I do…it’s just.”

Chara tilted their head to the side. “Just what? Is that I’ve said it, not enough?”

“No! No. I mean.” You sighed, shaking your head. “It’s just something I’m still getting used to.”

“Don’t worry about it.” They assured you, rubbing a thumb across the web of your palm. “No matter what happens, I’ll be by your side.”

“Chara…” Your ruby eyes shimmered with un-fallen tears. “Thank you.”

They smiled, gently, before returning their attention to the streets around you. “Where do you want to go today?”

“Do you think…” You hesitated a moment before continuing, “Do you think that café is open? The one we both like.”

“We can always check.”

Thank goodness you did, because it was open. And with very little customers, to boot. Which meant that you wouldn’t be getting as many stares as you were out here.

Chara led you into the tiny establishment and pointed towards a booth settled in the corner-most area of the café. “Let’s sit there.”

“Yeah.” You nodded. “I’ll go save our spot.”

You didn’t like leaving their side, but once you settled into the dark little corner, you found yourself relaxing. It was nice and secluded here. No one could see you, and you couldn’t see anyone else. Just Chara, at the counter, giving your regular orders to the very flustered looking barista Monster.

Afterwards, they came to join you, sliding into the seat opposite yours with a smile on their face.

“What’s up with that smile?” You couldn’t help but ask. It looked mischievous, like they were planning something.

“Oh, it’s nothing.” They waved you off, but you couldn’t help but feel like there was something more to it.

A few minutes later, the barista made her way around the counter, and approached your booth, with a drink in both of her hands, and a tray on her third.

She set down each drink in front of you, and then turned to you with a wide smile. “Happy Birthday, dear!”

You blinked in confusion as she set down a very fancy, delicious looking volcano cake in front of you.

“But, it’s not…”

“Thank you.” Chara interjected. “We’ll take it from here.”

The barista winked and turned away to return to her post.

You looked up at your partner in disbelief. “Did you lie about it being my birthday, just to get us free dessert?”

“I’m not wrong, am I?” They didn’t even wait, just unsheathed their fork and scooped up a sizeable bite of the delicious chocolate pastry. “You’ve been reborn, after all. This is your birthday.”

“Well, I…” Damn, they weren’t wrong. Still felt like it was wrong, though. “Fine, but this is my Re-Birthday, okay? I’m still celebrating my human birthday, too.”

They shrugged. “That’s fine with me.”

You rolled your eyes, but finally began to dig into your “birthday” cake.

Maybe today wasn’t so bad, after all.

#commission #adulttale #mobtale #mafiatale #asgore dreemurr #sans #chara #x reader #scenario #romantic #angst #body horror #long post #mod mellow #queued post

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wolfpawn · 4 years

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I Hate You, I Love You, Chapter 108

Chapter Summary - Danielle laughs at people's ideas as to how she was in LA and Britain at once and as she settles back in to London, she gets a visitor.

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Rating - Mature (some chapters contain smut)

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As expected, there were a plethora of comments regarding Danielle’s apparent ability to be in two different parts of the world at once. Reading through the comments online, she found herself in stitches at some of them. That she had a sister, that she had hired a private jet to get from one place to the other, that she set up the other girl as a decoy to allow her to spend the afternoon unnoticed in Suffolk. She was unperturbed by it all, all she cared about was enjoying the good weather and spending time with Diana, something she did not get to do as often with her and Tom working or spending time in London.

‘So, back to London on Thursday?’ Diana smiled after Danielle had regaled her of the stories going on online with regards her location.

‘Yes, I have to meet with a solicitor there.’ she explained, less than pleased at going back, she loved spending time in Suffolk again, London was great, but a few days away was what she needed.

‘So he is a friend of Tom’s?’

‘No, he is a solicitor in contract law.’

‘So what was it about a friend of Tom’s?’

‘One of the men that works on the Avengers, he does house renovations as a side business, so he offered Tom to have my business offer looked at by his business partner in that,apparently that is something he is good with, accountancy or some other such field, which they did, got me the best offer I could ask for and I did that, now Lucas is sending the new, amended contract for me to get signed legally and from there, I will be the head of the company here, in Europe.’ She smiled.

‘That is a considerable job.’ Diana looked at her in concern.

‘Yes, but let’s face it, better to get a quarter part now and learn everything before I set up my own and have no idea what I am doing.’ she smiled.

‘You always were so determined.’ Diana smiled fondly at her before frowning. ‘A quarter? I thought you said they offered you twenty percent.’

‘They did, I asked for a quarter and they gave it.’ Danielle smirked, ‘If I am working hard, I want more of the profits.’

‘Good girl.’ Diana squeezed her hand. ‘Why let anyone else have it?’

Danielle sighed as she entered Tom’s house in Belsize. Even after months living there, it was still Tom’s in her mind. She liked it, but were she the one who had been looking for a house in London, she would not have gotten it, it never really felt right. Too modern in a sense she could not articulate. She liked older style houses, but nonetheless, as much as it was Tom’s house, she saw it as a home.

Mac sniffed his food bowl as though expected to find some food there, disappointed to find none, he trotted over to his bed as Danielle sorted herself.

Tom was due back the middle of the following week, so considering her own work she needed to do, she simply got what was needed for the next few days for herself and Mac and took out the now fully signed and official contract, along with the titled paperwork for Danielle Hughes, Partner and European Co-ordinator. Looking at it, seeing her name embossed in such a way, made her excited for the work she was about to begin. Having scoured the company for concerns such as credit and money issues, she was given a suggestion to go for her venture by the man that Renner worked with and thus, her plans were brought to fruition as she had envisioned, years ahead of schedule.

After an afternoon of cleaning and organising the house, she made a simple dinner before relaxing on the couch, not paying much attention to the TV as she worked on more work needed for Branagh’s movie. She dozed off during the ten o’clock news on the couch, Mac laying on the floor under her feet.

Tom was exhausted, the flight was delayed twice and he had done early hour filming before he was able to get home, but when they offered him an earlier jet back to Britain, or wait a few more days, there was no discussion, he was ready in half an hour. He knew from his conversation with his mother earlier in the day, that Danielle had returned to London, so he hoped to surprise her, bringing a large bouquet of flowers he had Luke order be readied for him on his arrival as well as a gift from the US. He noticed the lights on when the cab arrived outside the house, so he paid the driver and got out, getting his suitcase and other belongings with him and making his way to the door, he knocked and stayed quiet, not wanting to reveal who was on the other side of the door. There was no response so he knocked again. That time, there was a few barks from Mac to alert Danielle to the door. He grinned as he heard the dog on the other side.

‘Who on Earth would be here at this hour?’ he heard Danielle’s voice on the other side of the door, clearly, he had woken her up.

Feeling guilty, he put the bouquet where she would see them and waited for her to unlock the door. The door opened only slightly at first, the safety chain still on as she looked out. ‘Good evening Ma’am, is is true Danielle Hughes, a partner of Safeguard Limited lives here?’

‘Tom!’ she closed the door for a moment to open it wide and let him in. ‘You’re home early.’

‘Yes, they apparently like to not even tell us when and where we are off to keep things quiet, Hello Darling.’ he put down everything and wrapped his hands around her, kissing her as he did so. ‘I missed you.’

‘Mm missd ou.’

Tom chuckled as she continued to kiss him and speak, pulling back to hand her the flowers, ‘These are for you, and no, you don’t need to be suspicious.’

‘I feel like that is something someone suspicious would say.’ She smiled, taking them. ‘What’s the occasion?’

‘I missed you and I wanted to get you something I thought looked nice to celebrate your incredible achievement with something nice, starting with some flowers.’

‘Starting?’ She asked, her concern apparent.

‘Yes,’ he grinned wickedly. Mac rushed between his legs looking for attention. ‘Hey buddy, I missed you.’ he rubbed the dog, who licked his chin with excitement. ‘I need to get these things upstairs, and after that, I need to spend time with you, five weeks apart is hell.’ he kissed her again.

‘You have dog drool on you.’ Danielle laughed as she wiped her chin after he rubbed his chin against hers.

‘Sorry.’

‘Come on, I’ll take your hand luggage, you take the other bag.’ she smiled, lifting the smaller back and heading for the stairs. Tom followed suit with the other bag. When he went into their room, he smiled, it was clear she had organised things again, a fresh batch of books brought from her own house, Tom gave her a raised brow. ‘I don’t apologise,’ She smiled, causing him to chuckle. ‘Do you need something to eat?’

‘I am starving.’

‘We’ll get you something…’ she stopped what she was saying as she looked down at Tom’s hand, which was on her wrist. ‘Tom?’

He grinned and pulled her to him, kissing her again as he did, his hands making their way to her ass. ‘I’m not starving for food.’ He leant down and kissed her neck where he knew she liked it. ‘I have not had you in over a month, Elle.’ He kissed up her neck. ‘I have dreamt of you and your incredible body at night, you have no idea how many times I wish I was home with you.’ He pressed her into the wall and began untying her sweatpants, his hands frantic as he tried to get them off her.

‘Tom, do you not want to wait until later and go slowly?’ Danielle asked as she undid his belt.

‘Oh, you seem to be under the impression you are leaving the bed tomorrow before noon, you are sorely mistaken. But I need to have you, right now.’

‘Did you have a pill or something before you came that you cannot wa...Oh God, Tom.’ He hoisted her against the wall and pushed into her at the same time, her body, much to his relief, she was already prepared somewhat for him. ‘Fuck me.’

‘What a coincidence, I am doing that right now.’ he grinned as he began to move his hips, biting his lip as he concentrated on their pleasure.

For her part, Danielle used dresser next to her to take some of her weight as she used her strength to help bounce herself on him, gasping as her body seemed to realise what she had deprived it of in his absence and reacted by moaning as he ensured to hit the points in her he knew she loved. ‘Tom, fuck. I’m gonna…’

‘Yes, good girl.’ she bit his bottom lip, moaning as he continued to press himself against the most pleasurable parts of her, bringing her closer to the edge. ‘Elle, God.’ he moaned as he felt her body tightening around him. ‘God, yes.’

Danielle came as he pressed into her again, using the angle he knew she adored as he did so. She pressed her head back as she clenched her teeth, a strangled moan of absolute pleasure escaping her as she felt her body grip onto his length, using it to lose itself in pleasure.

As she went limp from her satisfying release, Tom continued to chase his own. Her orgasm had made her even wetter, the lewd sound of his entering her again and again only adding to the sensation. After another minute, he finally got his release, something that had been eluded him since he had left, craving Danielle’s body against his. He was slightly louder than he usually tended to be, but without her for so long, it felt more intense than he was used to. ‘Fuck.’ he gasped as he tried to catch his breath.

‘Good?’ She smiled as her breathing had regulated once more.

‘Fucking incredible.’ His lips made their way to her neck again before snaking them up her throat to her jaw, littering open-mouthed kisses as he did so. ‘I love you.’

She smiled adoringly back. ‘I love you too, you silly, sweet and incredible man. I am so glad you are home.’

#I Hate You I Love You #chapter 107 #tom hiddleston #Tom hiddleston fic #wolfpawn

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here4theheartbreak · 5 years

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Ready (YoonMinJoon)

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Relationships: Jimin x Namjoon x Yoongi

Genre(s): smut, PWP Rating: Explicit

Written for @btspolyshipbingo

Square Filled: First Time

Tags: smut, pwp, first time, dirty talk, bareback, coming untouched, multiple orgasms, oral sex, bottom!Jimin, implied switch!Namjoon, top!Namjoon, top!Yoongi, established relationship

Summary: Jimin is finally ready to give a special part of himself to his boyfriends. They do their best to make it special.

Word Count: ~2.4k

A/N: This was written for Jimin’s birthday, and also fulfills an anonymous request in which someone was hoping for bottom!Jimin with one or more of his hyungs. Hope this is what you were hoping for! Thank you!

“I don’t get it?”

Jimin glanced up from his phone at the pouting Jungkook.

“Get what?”

“You three.”

Jimin smiled patiently. He was used to questions from Jungkook about his relationship with Namjoon and Yoongi. As many years as they’d lived and worked together, Jungkook’s curiosity was never sated. He set his phone aside, giving Jungkook his full attention. “What don’t you get?”

“You’re all together. So why... Are you out here, while they’re in there?” He motioned to the closed bedroom door.

“Because they’re having sex,” Jimin said bluntly.

“I figured as much. I’m not naive.” He stuck his tongue out at Jimin, who grinned.

“Oh I know. We heard Jin-hyung banging you through the floor last night.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened and his cheeks mottled red. “We weren’t that loud,” he grumbled.

“Hm. Yeah, Taehyungie considered earplugs.”

“Don’t change the subject. If you’re dating them, they’re in there having sex... Why aren’t you in there too?”

“I don’t want to have sex.”

“But aren’t you jealous?”

“Why would I be? I’m dating them both.”

“But they’ve got this whole thing that you’re not a part of.”

“Because I’m not ready.” Jimin hesitated for a moment, looking at his hands. “Well, I wasn’t.”

“But now?” Jungkook pushed. Jimin shrugged.

“Now I don’t know. I’ve been thinking a lot more about how nice it might feel... I just don’t know how to tell them.”

“Are you afraid?”

Jimin shook his head. “No, of course not. They love me. It’s just not something we talk about. They trust me to tell them when I’m ready. I just... Don’t know how.”

“How far have you gone with them, Jimin-ssi?”

Jimin flushed.

“That’s personal, Jungkookie.” When Jungkook remained silent, Jimin sighed. “I’ve sucked Namjoon-hyung’s dick. I’ve given both of them handjobs. And I’ve watched them...”

“So not too far at all, huh?” Jungkook shrugged. “They won’t know you want it unless you say something. And if you keep it to yourself you might start resenting that part of the relationship, I think.”

Jimin huffed. “How did you get so wise, Jungkookie?”

Jungkook beamed. “Good hyungs raising me I s’pose.”

The bedroom door opened and Namjoon padded out, wearing only his boxers. His collarbone was speckled with bites. He wrapped his arms around Jimin. “Come snuggle with us.”

Jimin grinned and nodded, rising. He met Jungkook’s gaze.

‘Tell them,’ Jungkook mouthed. Jimin nodded, letting Namjoon lead him into the bedroom.

Jimin stripped down to his boxers, settling between his two boyfriends. The room reeked of their sweat and sex, and it made his stomach knot in arousal. He nuzzled gently against Namjoon’s throat, letting his teeth graze over his pulse point. Namjoon groaned.

“Don’t tease, I’m too sore.”

Jimin giggled and turned his head, meeting Yoongi’s sleepy but intense gaze.

“Kiss me?” Jimin asked in a voice barely above a whisper. Yoongi obliged, holding him close. Namjoon kissed along his shoulder.

Jimin broke the kiss, his eyes closed as he focused on the attention his boyfriends were lavishing on him.

“I—“ his voice gave out, stilling both of the others. Jimin swallowed the lump down. “I’m ready,” he whispered.

The room was still enough that a pin dropping would have been explosively loud. Jimin’s cheeks began to burn. He tried to sink lower under the covers, but Yoongi’s grip tightened just enough to keep him still.

“What did you say?” Namjoon asked.

“I’m... I’m ready. To give myself to you two. I— I want to lose my virginity. I want you two to—“ his voice died in his throat.

“Are you sure, Jimin?” Yoongi asked. Jimin nodded.

“I’ve been thinking a lot about it lately. You two— I want to share that part of myself too. I’m ready.”

Namjoon’s lips brushed over Jimin’s shoulders. “Do you want to be on the bottom? Or would you rather take me?”

“Bottom. I want to feel you both... Maybe in the future I’d top but, for my first time...”

“I get it,” Namjoon assured him.

Jimin looked at Yoongi. He was watching Jimin with a gentle expression. His mouth curled up into a half smile when their gazes met.

“Will you do it?” Jimin whispered.

“Of course we will,” Yoongi said. “Whenever you want it.”

“I—“ Jimin frowned. “I don’t know. I’m afraid if we plan it I’ll just panic until it happens.”

“How about we plan it then?” Namjoon offered. “Yoongi-hyung and I. Plan it and surprise you.”

“Would you?”

“That would be fun,” Yoongi agreed. “One question though... Condoms?”

“No.” Jimin’s answer was quick enough that Yoongi chuckled. “Want it bare, huh?” He teased, nuzzling over Jimin’s throat. Jimin bared his neck, biting his bottom lip. “Of course I do. I don’t want anything between us.”

“We’ll make it good for you, Jimin, I promise,” Namjoon murmured.

“I know. I trust you.”

“Until then... You cut my kisses short,” Yoongi grumbled, dragging Jimin back into a kiss.

Nearly two weeks passed before Jimin was reminded of his confession. It was mid-afternoon, and he had been working on new choreography with Hoseok nearly all day. He received a text from Namjoon. ‘Clean up in the shower tonight. Yoongi-hyung can help if you need it.’

Jimin’s heart was in his throat immediately. He knew exactly what Namjoon was implying, and what it meant. He could barely focus the remainder of practice, and nearly knocked Jungkook over trying to get to one of the bathrooms when they finally made it home.

Yoongi glanced up from the couch when Jimin rushed past. He chuckled.

“What’s with him?” Hoseok asked, flopping into the couch.

“Hm. Don’t know. Maybe he needs to pee.”

Hoseok cocked an eyebrow at Yoongi’s flippant answer. “Did one of you text him? He started acting weird after a text.”

“I’ve been on the couch all day.”

“He’s not lying,” Jungkook said, settling into his chair by the television with an armful of snacks. “He literally hasn’t moved.”

Yoongi smirked. “Thank you. But now I’m going to.” Yoongi clapped Hoseok’s leg before disappearing into the bedroom he shared with Jimin and Namjoon.

Jimin entered the bedroom nearly an hour later, his hair damp. His heart leapt into his throat at the sight. The room was dimly lit, with candles and a few vases of flowers scattered about. Namjoon and Yoongi were on the bed, nude save for their boxers. They were kissing deeply, hands roaming over one another’s bodies. Yoongi broke the kiss first, looking over at Jimin.

“Still want this?”

Jimin nodded. He stripped out of his shirt and crawled onto the bed in just his sweats. Namjoon shifted, allowing him to get between them.

“Mm... you smell amazing,” Yoongi mumbled. He kissed over Jimin’s shoulder. “We’re gonna make you moan so loud baby...”

“Gonna fall apart for us,” Namjoon agreed, catching Jimin’s mouth in a kiss. Jimin whined softly. “Hyung—“

“Do you have a preference to who takes you first?” Yoongi asked. Jimin shook his head.

“I don’t care. Just one of you, please.”

“Gotta get you ready first, baby. Just relax and let us take care of you.”

Yoongi slid down, grabbing Jimin’s sweats and tugging them off. He pushed Jimin’s legs open, pressing gentle kisses along his thighs.

“Just focus on me, okay? He won’t hurt you,” Namjoon mumbled against Jimin’s mouth. Their kiss deepened until Jimin gasped, breaking it to look down. Yoongi was between his thighs, his tongue marking swirled patterns over Jimin’s hole.

“Feels good, huh?” Namjoon asked. He slid his hand down Jimin’s stomach, running his thumb over his tip. “Feels better when his tongue slips inside.”

Jimin whined, arching his back a little.

“Don’t worry - I’m sure he’s gonna make you nice and loose. Once he made me come just from his tongue and fingers.”

Namjoon began to stroke Jimin’s cock as he spoke. “I was still coming down from my high when he started fucking me. I thought I died and went to heaven; I’ve never had two orgasms in a row like that.”

Jimin blinked, struggling to stay focused on Namjoon. Yoongi’s tongue was prodding at his opening, teasing it into relaxing. Namjoon continued to talk, stories of things Yoongi had done in bed, promises of fun to come. As he did, he moved down slowly, finally cutting himself off by swallowing down the length of Jimin’s cock.

Jimin shouted, burying his fingers in Namjoon’s hair. Yoongi’s fingers and tongue were spreading his ass, the soft wet noises of Yoongi eating him out. Namjoon’s deep, guttural swallows added to the sounds making Jimin’s stomach knot up.

Yoongi shifted, two fingers buried deep inside Jimin and thrusting quickly. He moved his head next to Namjoon. The two shared a sloppy kiss, tongues and lips sliding over Jimin’s spit slicked cock. Namjoon moved down, letting Yoongi take over his cock.

Namjoon’s mouth felt entirely different, but just as good. His tongue pumped into Jimin’s ass, using the space Yoongi made with his fingers. He moaned happily, squeezing Jimin’s thighs like a man starved.

Yoongi bobbed his head, his eyes shut tight and the corners of his mouth twisted up into a tiny smirk. He pulled off Jimin’s cock with a smirk.

“He’s ready for you.”

“You sure?” Namjoon asked. Yoongi nodded.

“You know I like going second.”

Namjoon nodded, rising up. He took the lube and slicked his cock. Yoongi withdrew his fingers.

“You sure about this?” Namjoon asked again, the tip of his cock bumping Jimin’s fluttering hole. Jimin nodded quickly.

“I’m ready.”

Namjoon nodded. He pushed in slow and steady, mouth opening in a soft gasp. Jimin whimpered, biting his bottom lip.

“Does it hurt?” Yoongi worried.

“No, it’s so good,” Jimin panted. He fisted the sheets by his hips. “You’re so big, hyung.”

Namjoon groaned. He pumped his hips a few times and pulled out. “Yoongi-hyung, put it in... You gotta feel how nice he feels.”

Yoongi crawled up and took Namjoon’s spot. He slicked his cock and pushed in, swearing under his breath. Jimin smirked.

“You sure this doesn’t hurt?” Yoongi asked. “You’re a vise.”

“Feels good... Please, both of you... Take me.”

“As you wish.” Yoongi gave a few lazy pumps of his hips before pulling out. Namjoon took his place, picking up a steady pace. Just when Jimin started to get used to his size, Namjoon pulled out and Yoongi took over.

The two took turns on Jimin’s body for nearly an hour, edging themselves as well as their writhing, pleading boyfriend. His cock leaked on his stomach, red and needy. His hole ached in the best way, loose enough to give a dirty little gape whenever they switched places.

Finally, Yoongi flopped down next to Jimin. He began to kiss his neck.

“Namjoon’s cock feels nice, doesn’t it?” He whispered. Jimin nodded, moaning when Namjoon struck his prostate.

“Yeah, nice and long... Just thick enough for your tight little ass...” He chuckled. “Though, not too tight now... We loosened you up really good on our cocks. He’s close. Can you feel his cock twitching in you?”

Jimin nodded again. He reached for his cock, desperate to get some stimulation, but Yoongi pushed his hand away.

“No way. You’re gonna come on our cocks tonight. Watch him. He’s so close. Watch how good you’re making him feel.”

Jimin forced his eyes open. Namjoon was huffing softly, his face twisted in determination.

“Come in me, hyung,” Jimin whined, trying his best to clench around Namjoon.

Namjoon gasped, driving in harder and deeper. Jimin cried out in surprise.

“He’s gonna come. Let yourself go, Jimin,” Yoongi demanded.

Namjoon slammed in hard, going still. His cock began to throb and twitch, the telltale sign that he was coming. Jimin shuddered, his orgasm rolling over him with surprising slowness. His cock twitched on his belly, come spilling out of the tip as he shivered through it.

Jimin had barely recovered when Yoongi rose. He and Namjoon shared a deep kiss as they switched spots, Yoongi’s thick cock stretching Jimin wide as he began to fuck into him.

Namjoon stretched out next to him.

“Just let it happen. Don’t fight anything with Yoongi-hyung... He’s gonna make you scream for him.”

Jimin whimpered, looking down at Yoongi.

“Come on,” Yoongi coaxed, slamming in. “Don’t be shy baby boy. I know you want this.”

“I do... Oh god!” Jimin shuddered when Yoongi hit his prostate. He smirked, driving in at the same angle, over and over.

Jimin screamed, his cock twitching on his stomach. Yoongi grabbed his thighs, bending Jimin nearly in two. He used the new angle to drive deeper, grunting softly as he wrung shouts out of Jimin.

Jimin sobbed brokenly. “Please— Make me come on your cock too, hyung.”

“Oh I will, baby. Just enjoy it. Every night. Make sure both my boys are happy.” Yoongi glanced over at Namjoon and winked. Namjoon chuckled, resting his head on Jimin’s shoulder.

“You’re so hard already, Minie... You’re gonna come so hard for him.”

Jimin nodded. He grabbed Namjoon’s hand, squeezing as Yoongi used his ass.

“Come on baby, I know you’re close again,” Namjoon coaxed.

“Please— Just a little more—“

Yoongi sped up, and Namjoon chuckled. “Keep asking for more and next time we’ll both fuck you... At the same time.”

Jimin shouted their names, his body going stiff. He came for the second time that night, his cock twitching and jerking as he spilled over his chest and stomach.

Yoongi growled at his sudden tightness, pumping his hips quickly before going still himself as his own orgasm hit.

Yoongi pulled out carefully when he began to soften, stretching out next to Jimin. He grabbed. A pack of cleaning wipes, cleaning up Jimin before himself and Namjoon.

“How was your first time?” He asked softly.

“You sound nervous, hyung.” Jimin’s voice was thick with exhaustion.

“Well, it’s something special... We tried really hard to make it nice,” Namjoon admitted.

“It was perfect, guys... I had fun, it felt great,”

Jimin assured them. He watched Yoongi rise to blow out the candles.

“No regrets?”

Jimin shook his head. “Not one. Exhaustion. And I’m gonna be sore tomorrow... But no regrets.”

“Do you want to shower? Or just sleep?” Yoongi asked, crawling back into bed.

“Sleep... I can shower tomorrow.”

“Goodnight, Jimin, Namjoon.”

“Night, hyung.”

“Night, Yoongi-hyung.”

Yoongi rolled to his side, his body relaxing into the bed. Jimin smiled.

“I have one question,” he said, turning to look at Namjoon.

“Hm?”

“Were you serious about taking me at the same time?”

Namjoon smirked, his eyes closed. “Definitely.”

Jimin grinned, kissing his dimpled cheek. “I can’t wait. Goodnight, Namjoonie-hyung.”

Namjoon chuckled. “G’night, Minie. Sleep well.”

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ladylike-foxes · 4 years

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This is an attempt at some seasonal writing (I am not good at themes, apparently?) and, while it’s technically not from a @dadrunkwriting prompt, I’m tagging it anyway, because I missed roll-call tonight😅 So, have some New Year-style Solesta fluff!❤️

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A Ribbon to Tie

They had been snowed in for about three days, but it finally looked like they'd be able to make it out of this awful little abandoned fishing hut. Halesta climbed in through the space left at the top of the door and slid down the wall of snow, returning back to the now suffocating heat of their shelter. Solas looked up from where he crouched, rifling around in his rucksack. He'd been acting weird since they woke up, continuously glancing at her, all bright-eyed and boyish.

"We may have to melt some of the snow for you to squeeze out, but it looks like today's the day we get out of this fish hole," Immediately unravelling her scarf and shrugging off her coat with hasty frustration. "Creators, it's sweltering in here. I got an instant headache."

"Yes," Humming in amusement, "It is curious how snow can be so effective at thermal insulation."

"Yeah, ‘curious’," Rolling her eyes before turning to squint at him suspiciously, "How are you not bothered by this?”

"Well, it helps that I have not yet felt the fresh air for myself," Gesturing for her to come over and sit in front of him, "I am also well practiced at ignoring the more bothersome aspects of situations."

With the promise of his magic's cooling touch, Halesta gratefully fell into the rickety old chair. Long fingers trailing cold as ice back from her face, carding with surprisingly little difficulty through the knotted ringlets before his thumbs pressed into the hallow at the base of her skull. The soothing cold radiating through her bones, her headache ebbed away as quickly as it had appeared. Sighing gratefully, she closed her eyes and savored the last tendrils of his magic before he withdrew. Instead of releasing her, though, she was caught a bit off her guard when he turned his attention to a lock of her hair.

"What are you doing?"

"Plaiting a ribbon into your hair," The way he stated it, with such confident aplomb, drew the slightest rush of heat to her face.

"...Why?" She could hear his smile even before he spoke.

"It is my...modern adaptation of an old Arlathan tradition. In these times, I believe it is more fitting for First Day celebrations, although it was a centennial game for us."

"Lemme guess, totally unrelated to the crazy long lifespan thing," Rolling her eyes again, but she couldn't help but smile at his rare show of sentimentality, "...So, it's a game?"

"Mm," His evident enthusiasm, while bizarre, was also kinda sexy, "Most Elvhen did not bind or marry any one person for life, for obvious reasons, and many wore their hair at some length— excepting certain Sentinels, or soldiers during wartime. For the centennial celebrations, unwed Elvhen would wear a magicked ribbon braided near the end of a longer lock of hair. Some wore multiple ribbons, others would wear only one."

"And," Hesitating slightly, hoping not to instigate a political argument, "...Everyone did this?"

Humming approvingly through his smile, pleased by her curiosity, "Nobles, slaves, the Evanuris: anyone who chose to."

"Hm," A silent moment passed with her gnawing on her lip thoughtful before she realized he hadn't continued; she playfully goaded him on.

"So, the game is everyone wearing magic hair bows. Fascinating."

"There was a purpose," Almost certainly smirking at the back of her head, his hands moving to different strands on the other side.

"...Anddd, that was?" Struggling to keep her smile between her pursed lips at the sound of his low chuckle.

"The answer is rather obvious if you think on it," Teasing that ruffled her feathers a bit, even though it was clearly done with affection.

"Those that wished to spend the new century together would exchange ribbons; each removing their own and tying it in the other's hair. Every spelled ribbon, once braided into hair other than the one who cast the spell, would shimmer and glow. It was a romantic game of sorts."

"That's," Her brow furrowing slightly, she laughed, "...actually kinda sweet. Good luck getting magic ribbons to catch on these days, though. Too much suspicion of mages and magic as it is, what with the Veil half gone.”

"Perhaps, but I did not think that you would mind," Again with the boyishly flirty tone, "As you happen to be magically inclined, yourself."

Almost snorting as she laughed, pulling a face, and a brief moment before several things occurred to her at once.

"Wait, is today really First Day? Already?" Turning to look at him, half suspecting this to be a joke.

"First Day Eve," Smile and nod genuine before turning her around again to finish weaving her curls.

"Well, shit," Sighing at the quick passage of time, but swiftly moving on to a wry followup:

"Okay, so why this two-person trial run? It's hardly an effective measurement of trend-ability— HEY, and I'm the only one of us with hair!"

Turning to face him again, unable to mask her victorious grin with feigned incomprehension, she found his expression a parody of innocence. He lifted the plait from the left side of her head, eyes bright, and the hint of a blush blooming across the bridge of his nose.

"That I wear my own ribbon first is unnecessary pagentry," Though his tone was still confident and matter-of-fact, his shyly lowered gaze betrayed him, "I merely skipped that step and bestowed it."

They both spent the next few seconds looking at each other like a pair of idiots: Solas with his sheepishly shuffling feet, and Halie opening and closing her mouth like a waterless fish. Eventually regaining control of her mouth, she climbed up on the chair, pulling her face to his. The hopeful apprehension in his eyes drew some little soft, adoring noise from her, which she quickly replaced with the most serious expression she could muster. Reach to the ribbon on the right, she loosened it from its new knot, raising it to him in question.

"But," Slipping the strip of satin over his head and pulling him close, smiling stars and whispering against his lips.

"Then, where do I tie my ribbon?"

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initiala · 5 years

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Hi.

I'm sorry this took a long time. Post-Big Bang burnout hit, coupled with crazy work stuff, and to be quite honest there were a lot of tricky conversations in this chapter I had to figure out.

We're setting the stage here for pretty much all the conflict to come, there's just one more piece that'll come into play later. Until then, enjoy!!

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Her tongue slid up the length of his cock, swirling around the tip before taking it into her mouth. He shifted in his sleep, mumbling something incoherent under his breath, and she moved slowly, bobbing her head up and down on the tip while pumping the base.

She'd woken up with his morning wood pressing against her thigh - he really did like to curl up with her while he slept - and she really wasn't going to pass up an opportunity when it presented itself. She felt like it was only fair, returning the favor; he liked to wake her with his head between her thighs whenever the mood struck him. One hand slipped down to fondle his balls, her nails lightly scratching along his thighs as she gently squeezed and massaged. She inhaled; his scent was stronger here, marking her every time she took him in, letting anyone with a nose know she was his and he was hers. He twitched under her as she continued to lightly tickle his thighs. He whimpered, mumbling her name as his hips rocked up; she smiled around his cock, taking him in deeper with each pass.

She also felt that waking him with a blowjob was a small thing she could do to show her appreciation for how much he'd taken on when it came to wedding planning in the last few weeks.

Between Killian and Ruby, the whole wedding came together without any fuss; they were an extraordinarily efficient tag team. Ruby wouldn't take 'no' for an answer and Killian could grease the palms of those who might say 'no' anyway. Emma nearly had a heart attack when she realized how much they were spending - in costs and in bribes - but Ruby assured her that she'd negotiated the prices way down from what the initial offers were. And she only had to threaten to call Emma's uncle twice.

Knowing Uncle James, he would have liked nothing more than to be called in as muscle, but it was probably better for everyone that he didn't go around threatening people over something as simple as the cost of a reception hall.

Just a week left and all they had to worry about were the small details.

Killian groaned softly, bringing her back into the moment. She paused a moment, giving her jaw a break while she kept pumping his cock, watching the little furrow between his brows deepen. He was almost awake, she could just tell, but still asleep enough to think he was dreaming this. She smiled to herself, then wrapped her lips around him again and sucked hard. "Emma… Emma."

Then his hand found her hair and she knew he was awake; she'd be a little offended if he wasn't at this point. She redoubled her efforts, going down on him like her life depended on it, and was justly rewarded when his grip in her hair tightened and he cried out as his seed shot down her throat. She swallowed and sat back on her haunches with a satisfied smile, watching his chest heave and his hand scrub the last remnants of sleep from his eyes. "Bloody… not that I'm complaining, love, but what was that for?"

"No reason," she said, getting up and stretching her arms up over her head, knowing her shirt was riding up and giving him a little tease.

She caught his eye and smiled again, warmth flooding her chest at the adoring look on his face. "Why don't you come back to bed and I'll show you just how much I appreciated it?" he asked, his voice low and his accent thick from sleep.

She shivered and saw his nostrils flare: the offer was a tempting - and arousing - one, and he knew it, but they had things to get done today. "We're supposed to be at Alice and Robin's by noon, remember?"

Killian sighed. "I was hoping you'd forgotten about that."

Emma rolled her eyes. They'd stopped by the apothecary not long after Liam had left to get Granny's ingredients and to put a bug in Alice and Robin's ears about any anti-human speech from the non-human population. They'd been careful to leave out any details of Regina or the downtown packs so there weren't any witnesses being led, but with both young women being in prime position to hear the gossip from all walks of life Emma thought they'd have heard something after more than a month. "I'd like to have these things checked out before the wedding, so we can spend time together without worrying."

"I know, love." He sat up and scrubbed his face again. "I just… I have a bad feeling, that's all. And not in regards to Alice's insistence on allowing her to pet me when we've shifted."

She smiled slightly; Alice had a peculiar way of looking at life, and one of her many quirks was finding werewolves to be completely harmless, giant dogs. "I don't like it either," she said softly. "But better to know and be able to prepare than get caught off-guard again."

His hand drifted almost unconsciously to rub his shoulder, above where he'd been shot over a month before. Her heart panged; she went back to his side and put her hand over his, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. He hummed in quiet content, his head resting against her chest. Between his healing and all of the wedding preparation, Emma was almost surprised he wasn't more tired, but having something to do seemed to take his mind off the incident - for the most part. They both slept restlessly, plagued by memory-dreams of that night, and seemed to be taking turns waking each other up so they might be able to get a better night's rest without the dreams.

(She made a mental note to talk to Alice about that too - there had to be some kind of charm or spell to get rid of nightmares.)

Even the last full moon had been spoiled; Emma hadn't wanted to venture too far from home, and even though Killian had protested earlier in the day, he'd felt differently once they shifted. So after a quick sprint around the block to shake out the post-shift jitters, they'd returned and spent the night curled up together on the couch in the living room.

Sighing at the memory, she kissed the top of his head again and then reluctantly pulled away to go get ready for the day. She wondered about next week's full moon as she showered and got dressed, if they'd do the same; a newly mated pair wasn't expected to make an appearance with the rest of the pack, but she hated mating in wolf form and wasn't sure how well they'd handle another night cooped up in the apartment again. She remembered the restless energy, combined with the newness of the bond, that made her almost wild with need to do something. She worried that something might overpower her hatred of wolf-mating and then she'd end up actually hurting Killian if she lashed out after being knotted to him for too long.

She was still pondering it when she went into the kitchen and started making… She couldn't quite call this breakfast, not at this hour, but she still attempted to actually cook what had started as an omlette and was now probably just scrambled eggs with bits of stuff in it when Killian came up behind her after his own shower, smelling fresh and still a little damp behind the ears. His hand and arm settled on her waist as he buried his face in her neck, inhaling deeply. She could almost feel him relax, and smiled. "I've told you I love you, correct?" he murmured against her skin.

"A few times," she said, leaning into him in content.

"Mm. Maybe I should say it more often." She giggled as he turned her in his arms and pressed his lips to hers. "I love you."

"Love you, too," she said, resting her forehead against his. And then, because she could smell his arousal and feel him stirring against her thigh, she added, "You're not going to distract me from going to Alice's."

Killian sighed dramatically, then kissed her again. "Can't blame me for trying."

Emma reached down and squeezed his ass, then gave it a light smack before insisting he move and let her finish cooking. "We're going to find something to help you sleep better, too."

He groaned and she smiled, remembering what he'd told her about his first encounter with Alice's medicine making.

There it is, he thought, jogging up to the shop. Which Witch and Whatsits. While non-humans rarely tended to get sick, the bugs that did catch up with them were mean little things and Emma had been suffering from migraines and fever for a week now. This was the closest thing to a chemist they had in the neighborhood for their kind.

A gray-striped cat hissed as he entered the shop, sitting on top of the bookshelf right next to the door. Killian barely spared it a glance; cats didn't like him, he didn't like cats. The wolf part of his mind stirred, an idle urge to give chase brewing, but he stamped it down: for one thing, it wasn't dignified for a grown man to chase a cat. For another, hunting pets was something they tried to avoid on the whole. No need to make the neighborhood children cry because a beloved family pet was missing.

Though in this case, he simply had no wish to be cursed by the witch that owned this particular cat.

"Cheshire, behave. He's a strange wolf but he's new to the neighborhood." Killian looked up, noticing a young woman. She wore large, round glasses and kept her long blonde hair tied back in a braid.

He raised an eyebrow at that; from his understanding, this one was entirely human. She saw the look and raised an eyebrow of her own. "You think I married a witch and haven't picked up a thing or two? Werewolves walk a certain way. And you're shacked up with Emma Swan, and as far as I know there's way less leniency on inter-species relationships in the wolf packs than other supernaturals."

"You must be Robin then."

"And you must be looking for Alice."

"Who's looking for me?"

The witch bounded out of the back and made a beeline for her wife, clearly needing the same sort of quick affection he and Emma did when they'd been apart for a while. Her short blonde hair was a riot of curls and frizzy in the way of one who spent a lot of time in humid conditions - which spoke for her peculiar gardening of medicinal fungi. Her eyes met his and they widened in curiosity. "Oh hello. You're new, aren't you?"

Killian only had time to nod before she clasped her hands together with an enormous grin. "Excellent. Haven't had a new one in ages, it gets so boring seeing the same faces all day long. Not you, Robin-"

"No offense taken, my love."

"It's just I don't get to see what else I might be missing in my medicines. Limited quantity of germs to work with, all inbred and so very dull-"

"I'm just here for Emma," he said, even as she was reaching for him. "She's taken ill-"

Hand in hers, the witch took him back into what he presumed was her workshop. "We'll get something for her, but in the meantime -" She sat him on a stool and pulled over a tray of what looked like dental tools. She picked up the little mirror tool and what looked like a long Q-tip. "Open wide."

The storefront of Which Witch and Whatsits was unassuming, a subdued sign and a modest window display that mixed travel and New Age products, designed to lure in the younger crowd experimenting with their beliefs and interests. There was a little bell that jingled above the door when they went in and Emma saw Robin talking to a couple of college-aged girls; there were piles of maps and travel books spread on the counter in front of them and even if she couldn't hear their quiet conversation, Emma would know they were discussing the best ways to backpack safely through some part of the world on a shoestring budget. There was a map on the wall behind the cash register with pins in every country Robin (and, eventually, Alice) had been to, and photos forming a sort of border around it. Everest's base camp, riding camel-back through the Sahara, motorcycling across Turkey, summiting the Mayan pyramids - it was no wonder the travel bug-bitten youngsters in the area came to Robin for advice and stories.

Robin glanced up at the bell and nodded at them, not missing a beat in her own conversation. Whatever she knew, she'd likely passed on to Alice, and they wouldn't need to interrupt her.

Cheshire lay sprawled out between a display of healing crystals. He laid his ears back and made a noise of discontent when he saw Emma and Killian; she'd have thought by now that as a witch's familiar Cheshire would be used to all sorts of non-humans coming by, but he only mostly tolerated the presence of other supernaturals. Then he chirped and got to his feet, jumping down from the display and trotting through the beaded curtain that separated the human side of the shop from the magical one.

After only another moment, Alice poked her head out from the other room and grinned, waving them in. The hair on Emma's arms stood up as they passed through the magical barrier placed in the beaded curtain, a spell designed to keep all signs, smells, and sounds of magic away from anyone not "in the know" to the magical community while allowing anyone back here to keep an ear out to the front of the shop.

It was a useful spell, but it still made Emma feel like her hackles were up for ages after.

The workshop itself was a curious mix of greenhouse and darkroom, inviting conditions for all sorts of plants that Alice liked to experiment with. It was warm and humid, making everything slightly damp to the touch. "So, how're you two?" Alice asked, plopping herself on a stool. "Been a bit, yeah? Got all your doves in a row for the wedding?"

"We're fine, Alice, thanks," Killian said. He braced himself against one of the workbenches. "Almost ready with the plans, really just ready to get on with it, you know?"

"That's how I felt when Robin and I got engaged-just wanted to elope and be done with it, but her mum went all 'mother of the bridezilla' and wanted a big to-do. It was nice, I guess, having a mum going bananas over everything, but it took ages to get it all sorted."

Emma couldn't help but glance down at the frankly enormous ring on Alice's finger and pressed her thumb to the band of her own ring reassuringly. It might not be big or flashy, but it held so much meaning and she'd never be able to put into words how thankful she was that Killian agreed to use it for their engagement. "Kind of feels that way with Ruby, even though she's getting everything set up ridiculously fast," she admitted.

"See, that's what everyone should have in their lives. One person who's nutter for planning. Leave a project with 'em and do your own things and come back later when it's ready. 'Course, it's only really useful when there's a big party, but sometimes letting Robin's mum loose with watering the plants while we're gone means we come back to a cleaning service having mucked up my mushrooms and the socks are sorted. She's not one to do the dirty work herself, but she's got all the best contacts in town to get a job done, me mum-in-law."

Emma opened her mouth to respond, but Killian cut in, "Yes, and I'm sure if we need something else catered we'll ask for a number, but we're really here to discuss any updates you might have for us?"

"Oh, he's all business today, ain't he?" Alice asked Emma, who just gave a tight-lipped, slightly apologetic smile. She drooped slightly when she realized neither of them were very interested in playing games. "Wolves. Can't change a subject when you've got a rabbit between your teeth."

With a sigh, she hopped off the stool and beckoned them over to a slightly more conventional desk, covered though it was with notebooks and half-thought-out ideas and drawings, spells, and arcane symbols. All of the papers were slightly crinkled and swollen from the heat and moisture in the room, but most were unceremoniously swept aside to reveal a map of downtown Boston and some carefully taken notes in what must have been Robin's handwriting, because it certainly didn't match any of the barely legible scribbles of a witch at work. "So this is what all the little birdies have been telling us."

As she spoke, Alice pointed out various spots on the map where they'd colored in blocks and streets. "So this is where we'd overheard anything that could be taken for anti-human speech. I made a little color chart here: red is the worst of it, orange and yellow being less so, and down to green being things like annoyances at tourists and the like, nothing that the humans themselves wouldn't complain about."

"And with all the holidays lately, the tourists go up," Emma murmured, noting how much green there was and feeling relief at that. "How'd you figure what's dangerous talk and what isn't?"

"Well, Robin's fair used to hearing all sorts of nonsense said about her, what with the travel and all," Alice said. "She's got a good sense of what's nonsense and what's a threat, my love, so we started there. But we noted something interesting."

"It's all congregated in certain areas," Killian said, pointing to clusters of oranges and reds.

"Exactly! So I made a few rounds with some of the other local witches and got an idea of what their neighborhoods are like."

Witches, Emma learned, tended to congregate towards populations that fit their specialties. There weren't a lot of other non-humans in their neighborhood other than some of the Dorchester pack, so Alice could focus mostly on medicines and toy with side projects as she wished. The areas Killian pointed out were more diverse; the witches there dealt with werewolves and vampires, Fae and centaurs, and others Emma hadn't even known were local. "So we're already looking at centralized neighborhoods," she said, resting her elbows on the table. Alice had even drawn in patterns of where she knew certain species lived.

"Birds of a feather flock together," Alice said. "Or wolves in packs."

"I wonder if Regina wants to evict everyone who isn't Pack, or if she'd be content with making it non-human zone," Killian murmured.

Emma frowned; knowing Regina as she did, she couldn't imagine an alpha like her being wholly invested in creating a happy, magical community for everyone. She also didn't want to get into motives right now; they hadn't told Alice specifically to keep their suspicions quiet, and right now she was looking at them with a gaze that was entirely too curious for comfort. "Is there a timeline on when these notes were made?" Emma asked, changing the subject slightly.

"Just over the last six weeks."

The beaded curtain behind them rustled. "A lot more was said after Killian got shot," Robin's voice added. Emma glanced over her shoulder as the other woman came in. "I'll admit that a lot of the red areas were probably more Pack members speaking out than they normally might, and a lot of it has quieted down in the weeks since, especially after the announcement that you two were going to be married."

"What does that mean, 'normally might'?"

Robin shrugged with one shoulder as Alice lay her head on the other. "Werewolves are always more outspoken with the anti-human stuff than others, but it depends on who's doing the talking. Forest nymphs and water sprites are always vicious about environmental stuff. Centaurs complain about overcrowding and the ineffectiveness of their glamors with people still bumping into their hindquarters. I think of everyone vampires are the quietest about their complaints, but they have their mesmers and their blood bags so as long as they're fed they're happy."

Emma made a face; she really didn't like how casually vampires referred to the humans who willingly came to them or served them as 'blood bags', but there were a lot of things that made her squeamish about vampirism.

"So yeah, everyone has their complaints, but werewolves… I dunno, it always seems louder. And it got really loud after Killian was shot."

"Well, I'd think so," he retorted. "I got shot. By a human."

"Talk is always more about how Pack should remind humanity they aren't the only apex predators around, knock their egos down a peg or two, not outright finding the offender and killing him."

Killian's scent changed and Emma looked up at him, not liking the way his eyes flashed. "Well, I can't say I disagree with the idea."

"Killing the man won't change anything," Emma argued, alarmed that he'd agree with the anti-human talk.

"Might discourage others from trying anything else, or at least serve as an absolute reminder that there are things stronger than humans out there and we won't be intimidated by their weapons," he said. His voice dropped, colored with enmity. "And, may I remind you, he nearly killed me."

She opened her mouth, but the words got caught in her throat. He was right, he had absolutely every right to be angry about what happened to him. She was angry about it too - she wanted some kind of justice for what had been done.

But killing someone over it?

The wolf part of her brain agreed - rip, tear, kill - but she tamped it down. Dammit, wasn't she always going on about how she wasn't some kind of animal? How they were better than animals? She refused to be ruled by her baser instincts during her worst moments, she damn well wasn't going to let them rule her during her best. And while justice was necessary, killing the man was going too far.

This wasn't an eye for an eye. This was the whole head for an eye.

"Killing someone for harming someone else isn't a proportional response," she said, knowing her words were weak when she could feel the anger radiating from him.

"I think as the harmed party, I should get a say in how justice is handed out."

"So what, if a hunting party was called, you'd offer to lead it?"

"If that's what the Pack decided needed to be done, yes."

Alarm rose like bile in her throat. This wasn't done. Pack laws were clear about killing, when and where it should be done, and how. And since Killian had recovered and it wasn't deemed a magical attack by Uncle James and several of the other Pack elders, they'd ruled to leave the matter alone and remind everyone of what the possible dangers were during the full moon.

She'd heard Regina hadn't been happy about being overruled in the matter, one of the staunch supporters for such a hunting party.

"Well," she said, conflict in her heart, "it's a good thing the Pack decided everything should be left alone."

Slowly, she remembered that Alice and Robin were still there and watching them with mixed emotions playing on their faces. She felt like she should leave, ears laid back and tail tucked between her legs, but she had one more question. "Where's the greatest area of all the anti-human talk?"

Robin's eyes still looked worried, even behind her huge glasses, but her reply was prompt. "North End."

"I'm not happy about this, James," Aunt Jack said. "What's stopping the humans from trying this again at the next full moon?"

"Well, you can go join Regina and the other dissenters in that," Uncle James retorted. "Nothing's ever stopped them before, this is just the first time in our memory it's happened."

"You used to feel like this too. Fighting back, hitting them where it hurt most."

Sitting there and feeling seventeen again, Emma watched them bicker as she mulled over the announcement that Uncle James had brought home; she'd only come over to let them know about updates for the wedding when he'd arrived. Her aunt and uncle were always arguing about something; Emma hadn't understood it when she was young, but after living with them she figured out it was just how they worked together. You didn't get to be the head of a pack the size of Dorchester by being soft and accommodating. They were happiest when they were fighting.

Uncle James sighed, running his hand through his graying hair. "Yeah, well, I've learned a thing or two about diplomacy since then."

"There will be Pack who see this as weak," Aunt Jack argued.

Emma nodded; she agreed with the majority ruling, but she knew there would be plenty of Pack members who might see this as an opportunity to challenge for leadership. "There will always be Pack who see the alpha's decisions as weak," she said. She ducked her head at Aunt Jack's sharp glare, a reminder that while she held high status in the pack she still ranked lower than them and needed to show respect. "I'm just saying, if some idiot wants to actually challenge Uncle James to a fight, they'd better make funeral preparations first."

It would never feel right to see such a wicked grin on a face that was identical to her father's, but that was Uncle James through and through. "Smart girl. Now, what are you making us pay for this time?"

Killian left first, allowing Emma to gather her thoughts and her wits after the meeting ended. She and Robin left Alice to her mushrooms and Emma tried not to sneeze as the full scent of the incense in the shop hit her nose; it was nauseating to her, she didn't know how regular humans could stand it.

She wandered over to look at a display on meditation, breathing in time with what the directions were telling her and wondering if there was any clout to this whole chakra thing, when Cheshire yowled at her and something batted against her boot. She looked down and saw the familiar staring back with unnerving intelligence in his gaze. He yowled again and batted at an egg-shaped stone of mottled green and purple against her boot again. Emma bent down and shooed the familiar away, picking up the stone. "Hey, Cheshire's moving your rocks around," she said, looking it over as she took it over to Robin.

Cheshire hopped up on the counter next to Robin, who pet him absently as she noticed what Emma was holding. "Ah, that's fluorite - a worry stone. He must think you're stressed."

Emma side-eyed the prickly familiar. "Here I thought he didn't like me."

As if to prove her point, his ears went back and he looked away, but he didn't actually hiss this time and she took that as an improvement. "He does what he wants, but he's pretty good at getting people the things they need. Most of the time he's more subtle, but since you already know what he is, I don't think he cares." Emma looked down at the stone and Robin's tone changed to something softer. "Hey, that one's on the house. You two… seemed a little tense back there. It can't hurt and it might even help."

Emma's eyes flicked up back to Robin's and her mouth twisted into a wry smile. "This healing crystal stuff actually works?"

"You buy magic mushrooms from a witch and turn into a wolf once a month, but you're asking if healing crystals exist?"

"Okay, I don't buy those kinds of magic mushrooms."

Robin's smile was pure mischief. "They're there when you want 'em. She bred a new batch, much more potent but grounds you enough so you don't end up doing something stupid and dream quest off a cliff."

Emma made a face. "I don't think I'd be able to handle that."

"It's not for everyone." Her smile faded. "But seriously, Alice does… something to bring out the qualities in the crystals we sell. I don't ask, her magic talk just sounds like mumbo-jumbo to me. The other shops like this just sell plain rocks and they're aesthetically pleasing, but our stuff tends to work. It can't hurt, and it might help when you have to have what I'm gonna guess is a really uncomfortable conversation when you get home."

Emma made another face. "God, don't remind me… How can he think like that?"

Robin just shrugged, scritching Cheshire's ears. "People who are wronged… sometimes I think they're the only ones who get to decide who justice is mete. I've been around the world and seen a lot of justice done badly. But I've seen a lot of justice carried out to the best it can be done and people are still hurt by the results. No one's happy. So maybe this is how justice was handled, not doing anything in order to protect everyone involved, because the other option is going to blow a hole between two sides that might never be fixed. But Killian won't see it that way for a while, because while his body is healed, it takes a lot longer for the mind to heal."

Emma mulled that over for a moment, rolling the worry stone around in her palm; it made sense and put it into better words than she'd been thinking.

And the warm stone in her hand gave her the strangest feeling of tension leaving her shoulders.

"I don't know if he'll see it that way, but I'll try," she said. Then, remembering her earlier mental note, she added, "Oh, and speaking of mind-healing, I was wondering if you had anything that could help with nightmares."

She arrived home a little while later with a bag of sleeping tea and a chunk of black tourmaline to put in the bedroom - she was still skeptical of the crystal, but at this point she'd try anything (and regardless, she knew the tea would work; this was just a fallback). Though the sun was going down, the apartment was dark; she inhaled and found Killian's scent was fresh, tinged with bitterness and fading anger. She also smelled liquor.

Sighing a little, she put the tea in the kitchen and started towards the bedroom. "Swan," Killian called out, his voice a little hoarse.

She turned; he was sitting on the couch, though honestly calling it 'sitting' was being modest, what with all the manspreading of his arms over the back and his legs stretched out under the coffee table. A tumbler of what she surmised was rum was in his hand; the rest of the bottle sat on the table and she recognized it as one of Elsa's "guaranteed to knock a werewolf on his ass" brands.

Cool. Great.

"Don't make a man drink alone," he said, though he looked fairly drunk already.

Emma was in the mood for neither a drink or a man, but she just shook her head and went to the bedroom. She set the black tourmaline on the window ledge above their bed as Robin had instructed, then changed into more comfortable clothes. If she was going to be hauling Killian's drunk ass to bed or to the bathroom later, she'd rather do it in leggings than skinny jeans.

At that thought, she sat down hard on the bed and cradled her head in her hands. God, why was he the one driven to drink right now? He wasn't the one who found out his intended mate would be more than happy to murder someone for crossing him. He wasn't the one feeling betrayed because his intended mate agreed with the woman who killed her parents.

The metal of her ring pressed against her skin and Emma felt nauseated.

Fuck. They were getting married in a week. A week.

Maybe she did need a drink. A lot of drinks.

He knew how she felt about Regina, about Regina's politics. Saying he didn't disagree with the notion - the Pack-forbidden notion - that the man who'd shot him should be gutted for the crime was as good as saying he agreed with Regina. But he'd been shot, he had every right to feel angry and want revenge!

But that didn't mean it was right.

Emma dropped her head down and braced her hands on the back of her neck, trying to breathe and will away the nausea. He just needs time, she thought, remembering Robin's words. It's only been a few weeks since it happened, he just needs time to heal. And having nightmares every night isn't helping. Of course he wants revenge when he's reliving it all the time.

He just needs time.

She got up, head throbbing and feeling like her thoughts were twisted seven ways from Sunday, and went to the living room. Killian watched her with unsteady eyes and she noted that not even half the bottle was gone. Elsa's stuff really was strong if he was that far gone already.

Good.

Emma lifted the bottle to her lips and drank. The rum burned its way down her throat and lit a fire in her belly - she didn't want a drink, she decided as she lowered the bottle. She wanted to get drunk. If he could do it, for no real reason she could discern, then so could she. She had reasons to blur and block out her emotions right now, and she intended to suppress them with as much alcohol as her body could handle tonight.

She took another long drag out of the bottle, ignoring the tiny bit of common sense left that told her the alcohol would smack her in the face like a truck if she kept this up.

She sat on the chair, bottle still tightly held in her fist, and met Killian's gaze with her own. She didn't want to talk, not now, not with one of them sober and the other piss-drunk already. They could talk - fight - later, when she couldn't see straight and the words that wanted to spill out of her like bile were no more coherent than his. Hell, if she stayed this tense and the anger that still lurked in his scent remained, they might even take it to a brawl, and God help any of Boston's finest that get called out to deal with their little domestic at that point.

Her heart beat in her chest and with it came a surge of alcohol, a wave of relief and pain and anger all at once, making her arms unsteady as it worked its way through her body and clouded her mind.

She drank again.

"You're angry with me," Killian said, downing the rest of his glass.

"You're pissed at me," she retorted.

He took the bottle from her to refill his glass. She took it back, nowhere near drunk enough to fight yet, but if he wanted to get into it then she wanted to be prepared to not remember a single second of this. "I am," he whispered, drinking more. "But I'm angry at me too."

The bottle paused halfway to her lips. "What?"

"I don't… I don't want to feel like this." She watched him warily, taking another swig. "I don't want to feel like I need to take revenge, like I'd be glad to see the man ripped limb from limb, but I feel like if I don't do something then it's going to rip me apart inside forever. And I don't want to push you away. I don't want you to think I'm a monster."

She felt a pang of sympathy in her chest. "Killian-"

He downed his drink then looked her in the eye. "You looked at me like you were afraid of the beast within, Emma, and I never want you to look at me like that again."

"You were as good as agreeing with Regina, and you know how I feel about her. This won't last forever, Killian, but you can't let your instincts take over like that."

He held out his hand. "Come here, love." A knot of tension between her shoulders loosened at the pet name and she took his hand, yelping in surprise when he pulled her over to sit on his lap. "You have all the rum."

"Yeah, well, some of us got a head start on the drunken pity party."

She took another swig, but clumsily refilled his glass after. Damn, this stuff was strong. Then again, as she eyed the bottle, she realized they'd drunk quite a lot of it. Setting it on the table, she settled against him, letting his scent wash over her - definitely more rum-infused, but the anger was gone, leaving only the sour tang of bitterness in its wake, with more than a little arousal at having her in such close proximity. If it wouldn't have made her more dizzy, she would have rolled her eyes. "You know, there's no way I'd ever be afraid of your inner beast. I could take you."

Killian snorted. "You wish."

"I'm pretty sure we've fought before and I win every time."

"Only because I'm holding back."

She hummed, not quite agreeing with him on that. She nuzzled his neck, listening to his heart rate speed up and his breath quicken. A smile crept up on her, much of the anger and hurt slowly vanishing after voicing them and the giddiness of being drunk bubbling up inside of her; she loved this man, infuriating qualities and all, and maybe they still needed to talk and maybe they weren't going to see eye to eye on everything, but she loved him and she was going to marry him for better or for worse. Nuzzling him again, she let her fingers dance up the front of his shirt, tracing circles on his chest. God he smelled good.

"Do I?"

Belatedly, she realized she'd said that out loud and started giggling - fuck, she was definitely drunk if she was giggling like this. "You always smell good."

"Funny, because you always smell good too."

As if to prove his point, he leaned over and buried his face in her neck, inhaling deeply. She started giggling again when he nosed around, his beard scratching against her skin. Then he licked along her collarbones and she stopped giggling, a flood of heat coursing through her instead. "Fuck, Killian."

With surprising mobility for a man who'd gotten a head start on the whole drinking business, he shifted her so she straddled his waist, kneeling on the couch. The heady scent of arousal made her feel fuzzy and her clit pulsed in time with her heartbeat as she pressed against his growing arousal. "I only want you," he murmured, catching her lips with his.

She was too drunk to care where the sentiment came from, too lost in feeling his body pressed against hers. "I know how you kiss," he continued, pressing kisses to her lips and cheeks and neck between words. "I only want to kiss you ever again, to know everything that makes you squirm and squeal. I only want this forever."

His words swam around in her brain as he stripped off her shirt and tossed it aside. How the fuck was he so eloquent? Then he buried his face between her breasts and she didn't care how wordy he still was after splitting most of a bottle of rum, she only cared about the feeling of him sucking on her nipples and his hand and his brace against her sides.

At some point she reached between them and unbuttoned his shirt, revelling every time his chest hair brushed against her stomach. His hand went to the waistband of her leggings, pulling them down enough so he could find her sex, dripping wet with want. Emma let her head fall back as his fingers gently probed her folds and slid through, the dual sensations of him fingering her and lavishing attention on her breasts almost enough to undo her. She moaned, her hands going to his hair and holding him in place as he fucked her with two fingers, easing some of the ache she'd felt.

She was dizzy and drunk and turned on and all she wanted was to feel his skin against hers. "As you wish," Killian murmured against her skin and she realized she'd been talking without realizing it again.

She whimpered when his fingers left her and fumbled rather ungracefully off to the side, fighting to get her leggings off of legs that didn't really want to cooperate anymore. Killian, meanwhile, had seemingly forgotten how his belt worked and was snarling in frustration as he tried to undo his pants. Emma, one foot caught in her leggings and the other leg still fully clothed, started giggling again, reaching for him. "You don't have enough fingers," she told him, helping him undo the belt and flicked open the button as well.

"I have enough fingers for you to come on," he retorted.

"I'd rather come on your cock," she challenged, and the surge of arousal she smelled rolling off of him was answer enough.

It was clumsy and entirely ridiculous, each of them trying to get their pants off enough to actually be able to have sex, but Emma forgot about it entirely when he lay on top of her, his cock nudging her entrance and then sliding in, stretching her and making her tingle from her head to her toes. "I love sucking your cock," she said, trying to move her arm to a better spot and not elbow him in the face.

"I love eating you out," he told her, his hips pushing up against hers.

"It's why I did it this morning."

"I know."

She gasped when he moved, feeling like every inch of her was wound and ready to snap. "Is Elsa's drink also a magic potion?"

"What?"

Normally he was the talker during sex, but the alcohol gripped her tongue tight and every thought that entered her head seemed to be coming out. "This feels different. Good different? Is it Elsa?"

"I really don't want to think about my brother's mate right now."

"Oh. I do, kinda."

Killian snorted with laughter. "Love, you're really very drunk."

"Yeah, and so are you."

His head dropped to her chest as he kept laughing and oh, that was weird, feeling him shake with laughter while he was inside of her. But she liked it, not nearly as much as she liked it when he was actually fucking her, but it felt nice. She squirmed a little under him, trying to get into a better position, but it must have had an effect on him because his laughter turned into groans.

He started moving again and Emma sighed happily. She shifted her legs up, hooking her ankles behind his knees and moaned loudly when he bottomed out. She closed her eyes, every thrust sending a wave of pleasure through her. Her arms moved almost on their own in a slow, lazy drift up his back; she didn't need to cling to him - this wasn't their normal wild, passionate lovemaking - but she wanted to hold him tight, bring him closer, see how far they could go before blurring the line between their bodies and becoming one.

It didn't take long for her to come after that, her orgasm unfurling in a slow, dreamy way that left her sighing his name instead of screaming it like normal, but she thought it must be all the alcohol changing how it felt. She didn't mind, though, it was nice and it was making her sleepy.

Killian took a little longer to finish, his thrusts becoming more erratic and making desperate noises as he raced to finish. Emma made a face - it was starting to hurt a little - but but eventually he stilled, the dull, salty tang of his come reaching her nose as he spilled inside her. He lingered for another moment before pulling out and dropping his head against her chest, mumbling something she couldn't make out and didn't much care to ask him to clarify. She thread her fingers through his hair as he settled down over her, murmured wake me when it's time for dinner around a yawn, and promptly fell asleep.

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Nothing Personal | Joshua (1/2)

genre: fluff, comedy, mildly suggestive | friends to lovers | ceo!joshua x assistant!reader with slight ceo!seungcheol x reader summary: your boss joshua hong treated the number one rule to separate business from personal too lightly for your liking. word count: 5452 a/n: loosely based off of pepper and tony stark’s relationship in the first iron man???? definitely. it’s not rly friends to lovers but.... what do i tag it as.... your boss can be your friend, right?? anyways, it’s two parts cuz i can’t write a 10k fic thing cuz my head hurts and i want you all to suffer thanks enjoy!!!!

The daily walk up to Joshua Hong’s extravagant home was always a sight to be seen. You always noticed something different each time you arrived and had to commend his attention to every little detail he put into his home. If he hadn’t put such little effort in going to his own damn office on time, you wouldn’t have known the exact layout of his mansion, so you had him to thank for that.

At nine in the morning on the dot, you buzzed the intercom.

“Hello?” a groggy voice muttered.

“Mr. Hong, you’re late,” you teased. “Again…”

Not a second later, Joshua buzzed you in so you could deliver him his favorite breakfast sandwich, cup of coffee, and dry cleaning straight to his decaying body on the couch that never made it to the bed. Through the front door, it was a straight shot to a barely-conscious Joshua still dressed in last night’s suit messily sprawled on the leather cushions.

“Out partying again last night?” you asked, although you already knew the answer.

“What gave it away?” he snorted.

“Your lack of cufflinks.”

“What!?” Joshua jolted up much too quickly for his hungover state to inspect his wrists. Yup, no cufflinks. “Dammit, my Grandma gave me those!”

“Just buy another pair.”

“I can’t just buy another pair! Those had sentimental value…”

Rolling your eyes, you handed a pouty Joshua his coffee. “Iced Americano with the smallest dash of cream, as per usual.”

Joshua tightened his favorite blanket around his shoulders before happily sipping his daily cup. “Ah, perfect. What would I be without you?”

“Dead, probably,” you teased. You set down a large stack of all his paperwork for the day on his fancy coffee table before joining him on the couch with a cup of coffee of your own. “This is everything you need to sign and read over for today, as directed by literally everyone in the office.”

“This is all of it!? God, why is there so much!?”

“Because you keep putting it off until the last minute, which is today, by the way. The deadline for all of this is today.”

“Can you do it for me?” he whined, giving you that childlike pouty face that made you question his authority over you.

“Mr. Hong, I’m not forging your signature.”

“I’ll pay you.”

“Are you bribing me?”

“No, I’m simply giving you a raise for this task only.”

“I… Fine…”

“Really!?”

“Yes, but only because you need to go and get ready for that press conference that’s in, like, an hour.”

“Oh shit, I totally forgot about that!”

“Of course you did…”

Joshua ignored your passive aggressive scolding as he ran up the spiral stairs into one of his many closets. “What should I wear? Are a lot of press attending today?” he yelled from above.

“Mm, how about that dark blue suit? I like that one.”

“I’ll wear it just for you,” he teased lightly. “Suspenders or a belt?”

“Belt. It’s not that big of a deal, you don’t have to be so flashy.”

“But am I really Joshua Hong, CEO if I’m not being flashy?”

“You got me there.”

You didn’t look up from your stack of paper when you heard the clicking of his shoes on the tiles slowly make their way back to you. When the clicking paused, you looked up to see your boss styled and smiling as if he wasn’t about to hurl the contents of his stomach half an hour ago.

“How do I look?” he asked, like he always would when he tried on any outfit.

“Like a CEO,” you replied.

“That’s it?”

“What were you expecting me to say?”

“That I look like the country’s most eligible bachelor.”

“Mr. Hong, you’re going to be late if you don’t leave soon ~”

“Oh, Miss _____,” he sang, plopping down next to you. “Remind me again how long we’ve known each other?”

His light breathing tickled the shell of your ear as he peeked over your shoulder to check your progress on the paperwork. Throughout your years together, you learned to get accustomed to your Boss’s inherent ways of close contact, and peeking over your shoulder was probably his number one preference with you because he adored the way you used to get startled every time. But after a couple of years, his flirty and teasing ways had little-to-no effect on you and you planned to keep it that way.

Someone had to keep it professional between the two of you.

“Almost seven years,” you answered, not losing your focus on the paperwork.

“And yet you still call me Mr. Hong. It’s like I’m your boss, or something.”

“I mean, you are my boss...”

“Yeah, but we’re friends, too, aren’t we? CEOs and their assistants can be friends, especially after so long.”

“That’s not very professional, now is it?”

“I’m not one for professionalism and you know it.” After a rough tousling of your hair, he threw you a quick wink and strutted towards the door. “Have a good day, Miss _____. Like the good friend that I am, I owe you a drink when I come home.”

“If you come home, that is.”

“See, you know me so well! Like a friend would!”

“As your assistant, I literally have to know you well - and he’s out the door…”

After a long sigh and a big gulp of your cold coffee, you went back to tack the stack of papers. You had a long day ahead of you.

You actually finished a lot earlier than you expected. All the business calls you made went accordingly, you scheduled all of Joshua’s meetings and appearances weeks in advance, and even made yourself a nice dinner with all of the food he wouldn’t have eaten.

This definitely wasn’t the first time you’ve spent long hours working in his house alone, but each time you’ve done so, you always questioned if he was ever lonely. You knew your boss was someone who enjoyed having someone else’s company by his side, so living in a mansion with several unoccupied rooms must have added some weight to Joshua’s already-heavy shoulders.

That’s probably why he frequently brought female friends over to occupy his night. But whatever your boss did after hours was his business, not yours.

After tidying up the mess you made and neatly clipping his papers, you were just about ready to leave for the night when your boss came home with a bottle of wine and a long garment covered in wrapping in his hands.

He greeted you with open arms and a foxy grin. “Honey, I’m home ~”

“Don’t calling me that,” you cringed. “You’re coming home alone for once?”

“You make it sound like I bring home a different woman every night.” Joshua chuckled at your accusing expression. “I don’t bring one home every night…”

“Mmhmm. All of the paperwork is on the table, your chores and stuff are done, and so am I, now if you’ll excuse me -”

“Where do you think you’re going? We have a date, remember?” Your boss held you tightly by the shoulders and forced you back into the kitchen so he could fulfill his word on making you a drink.

“Mr. Hong, I’m really tired ~”

“I got you a gift.” He dangled the mysterious piece of something by the coat hanger. “But you’re not allowed to have it until we have our drink.”

“I hope you aren’t always buying your friends stuff so they’d hang out with you.”

“If I’m being honest, you’re my only true friend, so I can spoil you as much as I want. Will you help me pour the wine while I get comfortable?”

You nodded as Joshua ran up to his room to change. He was the first person to introduce and explain to you what a wine decanter was. It was a necessity, he told you, especially for this particular red wine. It wasn’t five dollar Barefoot brand cheap, but it wasn’t worth hundreds of dollars, either. You’ve drank this wine with him so many times that if you were blindfolded and tasted over a dozen different brands, you’d be able to distinguish this brand in a heartbeat.

Minutes later, he came back down in his boyish pajama pants and a white t-shirt, making him look much younger. It reminded you of when you first met fresh-out-of-university Joshua.

You began pouring the wine into glasses that were as big as your head. “You still drink this brand of wine?”

“Of course I do. Doesn’t it bring you back to the good ol’ times?”

“You mean the struggling times?”

“Humbling times, Miss _____, humbling. You think of things so negatively.” He clinked his glass with yours before drinking. “Cheers to you, my friend.”

“To me? Why?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know,” he teased. His grin dropped to an incredulous frown when he saw your confused expression. “Really? You forgot? Again!?”

“Is it the anniversary of when I became your subordinate, or something?”

“No, silly. It’s your birthday.”

“What? No it’s not, I looked at the date like thirty times today, and today is definitely not - oh… Oops.”

Yup, the date on your phone was definitely correct. Today was your birthday, and you completely forgot for like, the seventh year in a row. You were always so busy with work and Joshua that the importance of your own birthday was never high on your priority list. Not like you cared to celebrate it, anyways. And besides, Joshua was always there to celebrate with you.

If there was one thing Joshua never forgot, it was your birthday.

“I guess it is my birthday,” you chuckled. “Is that why you have a gift for me?”

“Absolutely.”

“Can I see it?”

“Close your eyes.”

You excitedly did as you were told. The long sound of an opening zipper was the only sound in his whole mansion. Every year, Joshua Hong gifted you something so extravagant for putting up with his shit for so many years and each year, it got better and better.

“Ok, you can open them.”

With wide eyes, you looked at the gorgeous wine-red floor-length gown in Joshua’s hands. He grinned widely at your twinkling eyes.

“Mr. Hong, it’s really beautiful,” you gasped.

“You like it? I saw it and immediately thought of you.”

“Why of me?”

He simply shrugged. “I think wine-red suits you. It’s sophisticated and sexy, just like you.”

“Please don’t call me sexy.”

“Fine ~”

“Thank you, really. I have the perfect occasion to wear it to, also.”

“Oh?” Joshua’s curiosity was rising.

“The charity gala is this weekend,” you sighed, not at all surprised by his forgetfulness anymore.

“Oh, right!” he giggled. You could tell the wine was already affecting him by the way his cheeks blushed.

“Is this why you didn’t bring someone home today? Because it’s my birthday?”

“Not only that. I actually haven’t brought anyone home lately.”

“Didn’t you bring some model home a couple of days ago?”

Joshua shook his head sheepishly. “I said I did, but only because I need to keep my reputation up.”

“I’m not going to think less of you for not sleeping with someone,” you snorted.

“Yeah, but I don’t sound cool…”

“Do you have a reason for your newfound act of celibacy?”

Joshua watched his wine swirl in his glass. Lately, his late night rendezvous just weren’t the same like when he was younger. Spontaneous sex with a stranger wasn’t fun or pleasurable to him anymore. It almost felt like a job, like he actually had a reputation to keep up. He was a young, rich, and extremely handsome single man who built his company from the ground up, of course he had people crawling to him left and right. But there was always something missing whenever he was screwing someone random.

Could it be that Joshua Hong, CEO and the most eligible bachelor in the country actually wanted to look for a permanent companion?

“I don’t know, to be honest,” he told you. “The sex isn’t that great anymore.”

“Whoa, the Mr. Hong doesn’t think sex is great anymore? Call the press.”

“Very funny. I meant mindless, emotionless sex, not sex in general. Don’t make me sound crazy now.”

“Mr. Hong, are you trying to say you’re looking for love ~?” you teased.

“Oh God, I think I am.” Joshua downed a huge gulp of the wine before grabbing your hands for some more. “Pour some more and don’t stop until I say so.”

“No way, you’ll blackout again, be late for work, and then we’ll have to do this all over again tomorrow!”

“That’s the point, now do as your boss tells you.”

“No.”

“God, I could have you fired, you know.”

“You could, but you won’t.”

“You’re right. No one knows how I like my coffee except for you.”

“Glad to know that’s all I’m good for,” you scoffed, drinking more of your wine.

“You know I appreciate everything you do for me,” Joshua smiled softly. His eyes always twinkled so cutely whenever he drank. It was no wonder he always brought someone home after a night out. You could easily get hypnotized by his eyes alone. “I wouldn’t trade you for anyone else in the world.”

“That’s a lie!” you screeched, nudging his side and laughing loudly as you recalled one of your several million memories with Joshua. “You were so ready to trade me for Seungcheol’s ex-secretary in a heartbeat!”

“I said that one time! One! And if you’re not going to call me by my first name, don’t call Seungcheol by his or else I’ll get jealous.”

“Fine, fine,” you sighed dreamily. “You better not trade me for someone hotter than me. I didn’t stick by you all these years just to get dumped like that.”

“Sticking by a boring old sap like me was completely your conscious choice. I can’t believe you’re still here next to me, to be honest.” With a lazy hand, he poked your cheek adoringly. “Why are you still with me, by the way?”

“Haven’t I told you this a thousand times already?”

“Yes, but I want to hear it a thousand more.”

You rolled your eyes excessively while trying to ignore the growing grin on your boss’s lips. “Because I believe in what you do, and you’re amazing at it.”

“And that’s why you’re the number one woman in my heart.”

“Ugh, stop it.”

You spent the rest of the night next to Joshua on his fancy kitchen island finishing as much of the wine as you both could. You’ve been drunk before, off of beers and expensive cocktails, but being wine drunk was a totally different experience, especially since it was just you and Joshua alone in his home. Usually the two of you were at some after party or in the club intoxicated together, but in all seven years of knowing him, you’ve never been drunk alone with him, let alone wine drunk.

There was something about the warmth of wine that pulled the two of you closer together.

“Alright, boss,” you started, standing up from your chair clumsily. “It’s time for me to go home.”

“You can’t stay longer?” he pouted.

“No, because you have an early meeting tomorrow morning.”

“Well, you can’t drive home, can you?”

“I’ll just call a cab and get my car next time.”

Before you could get to your jacket, Joshua stumbled to get to it before you did and held it high above your head so you couldn’t reach it. You were way too tipsy to fight back so you hung your head back and let out a loud whine that echoed through his home. His airy laugh joined in afterwards, distracting you from the arm that was snaking around your waist that helped you float towards your boss. You didn’t even blame his arm for pulling you closer to him - that was all your own doing.

“Mr. Hong, what are you doing?” Your voice sounded hoarse and quiet, and Joshua kind of liked it that way.

He wanted to hear you say his name like that again.

Tossing your jacket aside, he wrapped his other arm around you. His half-lidded eyes switched back and forth between your own and your lips, unable to decide which was more enticing.

“Stay,” he whispered, like he was begging you to.

And as much as you wanted to, you couldn’t. You shouldn’t. It was against all of your morals to do so.

You unwrapped his gentle hands from your waist and gave them a light squeeze. “I’ll see you at the gala, Mr. Hong,” you told him.

“I won’t see you tomorrow?”

“I deserve at least one day off a week, don’t you think?”

“Ah, right. I’m so used to seeing you throughout the week that I always forget. Enjoy your day off, ok?”

“I will.” With careful hands, you took a hold of your new dress. “Thank you again for my birthday gift. I love it a lot.”

Joshua simply nodded, too tired to give you his heart-stopping smile that you adored. It was substituted for one that felt a little lonelier. “I can’t wait to see you in it. You’ll look beautiful.”

“Will you match with me this weekend?”

“Match with you? As in wear red also?” You nodded eagerly. How could he say no to you? “Ok. I’ll go buy a new suit just for you.”

“You don’t have to buy a whole new suit.”

“I don’t have to, but I want to. We’ll be the best looking pair at the gala.”

You bit your bottom lip excitedly and all Joshua could think of was how much he wanted to do the same to you. “I can’t wait! I’ll see you in a couple of days, Mr. Hong.”

“Get home safely.”

“Don’t be late to your meeting tomorrow! I set an alarm and everything!”

When you left him alone, his mind was swimming with a mix between how exhausted he was and how he could only imagine the dirtiest scenarios when you popped up in his head. Quite the normal night for him lately. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get you off of his mind, and even alcohol couldn’t make him cloud his detailed imagination. He trudged back into the kitchen, hoping he could finish the wine before he headed to bed.

The next morning, he was still late for his meeting.

Only the finest and the richest were allowed to attend the charity gala and you felt so out of place when you arrived alone. Sure, your dress was beautiful and designer or whatever, but being around the other guests who were much like your boss made you feel so little and almost like you stood out amongst the rest. Joshua told you he had some other business to take care of before arriving, so he told you to go ahead and order however many drinks you needed to calm yourself down and to put it on his tab, which was extremely dangerous because you were extremely tempted to buy out the entire bar.

An hour had passed since the doors opened to the gala and Joshua still wasn’t here.

“God, you really know how to keep a girl waiting, huh, Mr. Hong?” you muttered bitterly to yourself as you aggressively sent text after text to his phone next to the bar.

“He surely knows how to keep anyone waiting,” a familiar voice teased behind you. Turning around, your eyes widened to see the most handsome man you had ever laid eyes on, Choi Seungcheol, clad in the blackest suit. “Miss _____,” he greeted.

“Oh, Mr. Choi!” you said enthusiastically. “It’s nice to see you again. You look dashing, as always.”

“Likewise, Princess. I feel like every time I bump into you, you’re always waiting on Mr. Joshua Hong.”

“I’ve spent at least half of my life waiting on him…”

“While you wait, can I join you for a drink?”

Well, of course you said yes.

Seungcheol was so easy to talk to and you always looked forward to a short conversation with him whenever you ran into each other. He was a great listener and actually contributed to the conversation, unlike other men in this industry you’ve encountered, although you often felt like melting under his fiery gaze whenever he looked at you as he listened. He wanted you to make sure that you knew he was attentive to you and you only.

After a few drinks and with little food in your stomach, you already started to feel a bit woozy. “My tolerance isn’t as high as it was several years ago,” you pouted.

“That’s your fault for not keeping up. You have Mr. Joshua and I to thank for building up your tolerance.”

“God, don’t remind me. You guys peer pressured me so much at your private meetings and Mr. Hong threatened to demote me if I said no, what other choice did I have!?”

Seungcheol chuckled lightly. “Hey, we’ve had some good times together, haven’t we?”

“Correction, Mr. Hong and your secretary had some good times together,” you scoffed.

“Ex-secretary,” he corrected. “She was absolutely terrible. My search for my own Miss _____ continues on.”

“Mr. Choi, you flatter me.”

“My offer to you as becoming my assistant is still on the table ~”

“And I’ll always humbly reject.”

“Ugh, Joshua doesn’t deserve you, you know,” he joked.

“Of course I know. Covering for his ass doesn’t get easier as the years go by.”

“I don’t mean to be rude or invasive, but lately I’ve been curious so I have to ask; doesn’t being Joshua’s assistant get in the way of your love life?”

You’ve received this question often, both as a joke and out of genuine curiosity. A healthy mix of your friends, curious women in the same department, and men like Seungcheol would ask you because God, you’ve been so kind and loyal to Joshua much longer than most romantic relationships and it’s a wonder why you don’t have someone to love for yourself. Then again, Joshua was probably literally the number one person in your life at the moment that any other person that tried to capture your heart would be too scared to get in between you two.

And that just fucking sucked for you, didn’t it? It’s not that Joshua forbade you to date or that you weren’t looking for a relationship, but the fact that being glued to Joshua’s side for the past seven years was the reason for your stunted love life made your heart wrench painfully.

But you would never trade being by your boss’s side for some temporary relationship, even if it meant you’d be single forever. You could at least assure yourself that you’d never feel alone if you were by his side.

You downed the remainder of your drink in your glass. “Absolutely, but it’s not his fault.”

“He doesn’t chase away all the scary men that prey after his little assistant?” Seungcheol teased.

“Hey! I am not HIS, ok, I am my own. And no, he doesn’t. My lack of a lovelife is my own doing.”

“Too focused on your work?”

“That’s the typical response, isn’t it?”

“It is. Aren’t you lonely, though?”

“Are you trying to date me, Mr. Choi?”

“You should already know the answer to that,” he said, nudging you playfully.

“I mean… Yes and no. Of course I’d love to be in a relationship or get married one day, but right now, I’m happy with where I am.”

“But you’re not lonely?”

“I’m with Mr. Hong six days out of the week, it’s a bit hard for me to feel lonely. I enjoy his company regardless.”

“Wow, he really doesn’t deserve you.”

“God, I know…”

“Ok, no more relationship talk. Tonight’s supposed to be a fun night! Let’s lighten up the mood.” Stepping away from the bar, Seungcheol held out his hand for you to take. “Will you dance with me?”

“Why Mr. Choi, of course I will.”

Joshua Hong was quite known for arriving fashionably late to any occasion - arriving late and leaving early was what he did best. Dressed in an all-burgundy suit, hair slicked back and ears decked with jewels, he finally walked into the ballroom. He really didn’t want to make you angry just days after your birthday, but he woke up late from his afternoon nap! So now he had to lie and say he had to take care of some other business as he rushed to get ready and now here he was, nearly two hours late.

Joshua scanned the entire ballroom for your red dress. First, he checked the bar. No sign of you there, surprisingly. Then, he checked the tables. He didn’t spot you sitting alone scowling at your phone.

The last place he expected to see you was on the dancefloor in the arms of man that wasn’t him.

He watched you dance casually with a grinning Seungcheol. The conversation you two were having must have been hilarious by the way you threw your head back to laugh at nearly everything he said. You and him danced with a reasonable amount of space in between, so Joshua wasn’t worried about the skinship you both shared. What really bothered him was the way you smiled at Seungcheol.

Joshua had never seen you so genuinely happy and enjoying yourself. You were never like that with him. You always kept things professional.

Annoyed by the scene in front of him, he sauntered over to you, trying to hide his grimacing face. Seungcheol was the first to notice his appearance, but that didn’t make him loosen his grip on you. Joshua didn’t miss the dangerous twinkle in his eyes.

“Mr. Joshua Hong, how nice of you to join us,” Seungcheol greeted.

“Oh, hi. How nice of you to finally join us,” you corrected.

Joshua ignored your scolding. “I hope I wasn’t interrupting something.”

“Not really,” you said, grinning up at Seungcheol. “Just two friends enjoying each other’s company.”

“I didn’t know you two were so close.”

“She looked kind of lonely earlier, so I thought I’d join her.” Seungcheol winked at you.

“How chivalrous of you,” Joshua seethed.

The tension between the two alpha males was making you uncomfortable. Joshua always hated events like these, which was why he always arrived late and stayed by the bar the whole night, and you figured that the lack of alcohol was why he was so grumpy right now. But he was always sort of protective over his little assistant whenever he saw someone take an interest in you. It was annoying to have to remind him every time that you are not just his ‘little assistant’ and that you are a totally capable adult that could flirt around here and there if you wanted to. But to avoid any mess you’d probably have to clean up later, you gave Seungcheol one last smile before dragging a glaring Joshua out to the giant outdoor balcony to cool off.

“It’s beautiful out tonight, isn’t it?” Joshua began once you both reached the edge. By the look of your unimpressed face, Joshua knew you weren’t up for playing games tonight. He cleared his throat awkwardly. “Hey.”

“Don’t ‘hey’ me. You’re extremely late. You were supposed to speak on the company’s behalf tonight about the donation and you missed it! I had to lie and say someone in the office had to go to the emergency room! What business was so important that you’re two hours late!?”

“I... woke up late from my nap.”

You sighed loudly. “You are a piece of work, Mr. Hong. I literally cannot believe that you graduated from high school and university without being expelled a million times for tardiness.”

“Ah, don’t lecture me so loud, people are looking.”

“And what the hell was that back there with Seungcheol!?”

“There you go again, calling him by his first name.”

“Mr. Hong, I’m serious -”

“Me, too.”

“I -” You paused mid-sentence to calm yourself down from all of the frustration that’s been building up. It wasn’t healthy to be mixing it with alcohol, either. You always hated the way your eyes would tear up from overwhelming amounts of frustration and when Joshua saw the stars reflect in your tired eyes, he thought that maybe he was overreacting just a bit. “What do you want me to say? I was just having fun. It’s not like there was anything going on.”

“That’s not what it looked like to me.”

“Well, maybe if you arrived on time, that could have been you and I having fun, not me and Seung- Mr. Choi.”

For the first time tonight, you saw Joshua smile. “You would have danced with me?”

“If you asked me to, sure.”

“Then let’s dance.”

Joshua stepped away from the edge of the balcony to the middle of the stone floor, waiting for you to join him like some fairytale prince. You looked at him with wide eyes, unable to comprehend how he could ignore all of the staring as he stood alone. Hurriedly, you joined him and tried to pull him back.

“What are you doing!? People are staring!” you hissed.

“Then let them stare. You said you would dance with me if I asked, so here I am asking.”

“There isn’t even any music playing.”

“So? You don’t need music to dance.” With his gentle hands, he took your right hand in his left, and the other caressed the small of your back. “As your boss, I am ordering you to dance with me.”

“Mr. Hong, this is unprofessional, everyone knows I’m your assistant.”

“So what? Stop caring about what other people think of us.” His words held a lighter weight to them than they should have as he swayed with you to the muffled music inside of the ballroom. “I just want to enjoy this moment being here with you. Just a boss and his assistant having fun. We’re having fun, right?”

You nodded silently, too embarrassed to look him in the eyes as you danced to the hushed music. Joshua pulled you in closer and you let him, allowing you to rest your tired head on his shoulders. Closing your eyes, you did as you were told - you didn’t let the stares of all the people bother you and you didn’t care about what they thought. You wanted to stay in this moment with your boss for as long as you could.

“I was right,” he whispered. “You look absolutely breathtaking tonight.”

Without a warning, he pressed the lightest kiss on top of your head. You’ve never felt your heart swell up so big before that you swear you could cry.

You don’t know how long you were dancing out there, but it was after the last song of the night faded into silence and you and Joshua were the last guests still occupying the venue. He was the first to step away from you. With his gentle hands, he lifted your chin up so you would look at him. You were flustered and confused, but you still looked stunning nonetheless.

“Come home with me,” he pleaded.

You nodded.

You and Joshua barely made it through his front door before his lips hungrily attacked your own. Seven whole years the both of you wondered what your lips tasted like and you finally got your answer. He was ready to slip the dress right off and take you right there, but that wouldn’t be romantic or professional for your first time with him, would it? Excitedly, he carried you up to his room and laid you down gently on the softest bed you’ve ever touched. Joshua crawled on top of you and for a while, he just looked at you, drinking in how beautiful your smile was and unable to believe that you were really, finally here with him.

“What?” you asked after a moment of silence.

“Nothing,” he reassured. “I’m just happy that you’re here.”

“Me, too.”

Light kisses trailed from your jawline to your neck until he found that one spot that drove you mad enough to curl your fingers through his hair. His deep moans tickled against your skin and Joshua adored how sensitive you were, all because of him.

He lips paused just above your ear. “Tell me one thing,” he whispered huskily. “What’s my name?”

You swallowed hard. You knew exactly what he was asking for. If it meant that he would continue with what he was doing, then you’ll do as your told.

“Joshua,” you said.

He moaned in approval and his lips continued.

“Good girl.”

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PH Volume 22 Drama CD: Another Story of Promise Lost - Translation

It’s been brought to my attention that the links to @meilibells’s blog are now broken, so I’m reposting their translation in its full length for everyone to enjoy! Long post under the cut. PH Drama CD Masterpost

PH Volume 22 Drama CD: Another Story of Promise Lost (Rough Translations!)

Hello! I decided to translate all of the Drama CD after getting my hands on the tracks from here! The whole thing is super cute, so I hope you will enjoy it! However, I would like to note that my translations aren’t perfect and I translated this from the Chinese translation, so needless to say, some things will be lost in translation. ALSO OBLIGATORY SPOILER TAG. Anyways, enjoy!

Woman: “Anyways… Are you leaving?” Man: “Ah… Sorry, I cannot go with you.” Woman: “No… I don’t want [you to leave].” –holds tightly- Man: ! Woman: “I love you… I love you! I don’t want to part ways with you…….!” Man: “………. Why?” Woman: “Eh?” Man: “Why must you say such a thing…… I had finally made up my mind and decided to give up! I believe that this is the best for you… This is the best way!” Woman: “If you really are thinking of what’s best for me… then I beg you, do not leave me.” Man: ! –holds close- Woman: ………….. ! Man: “Perhaps I’ll cause you to suffer, but even so… do you really want to be with me?” Woman: “Of course… As long as I could be with you, I don’t need anything else.” BOSS: “Heh… heh heh heh heh… ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!” Woman: …! “This voice… could it be… brother?!” BOSS: “What a bad child… betraying me? Listen, you’re my little sister. You’re mine. I’ll never allow you to become someone else’s… I won’t allow it… won’t allow it… won’t allow it… won’t allow it! Ah hah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!” –pulls out sword- ~FIGHT~ Woman: “No——!!” -man falls to the ground- Woman: “No… No…! Why did it turn out this way ahhhh——“ BOSS: “Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ! ! ! !” Levi: “…. Oi” -balls up draft and throws it away- Levi: “Ah ~~~~~ This won’t work. [I believe he mentions something about “writers block” right here, but he’s definitely saying that he can’t seem to write anything good.] Jack: “GFCOMI、PandoraHearts第22卷初回限定特裝版CD、Another Story of Promise Lost.” Levi: “——To Summarize. Jack, Lacie, hurry up and give me some topics.” Jack: “…Haah.” Lacie: “I refuse.” Levi: “Dammit! You’re the same as always, unwilling to be comply. Even though I already knew that would be the case!” Jack: “No, even if you say that… if you don’t explain in detail, we won’t even understand what’s going on.” Lacie: “Don’t bother with him, Jack. 瓶頸期 is just sugar coating it. Frankly speaking, he finally figured out that he has never written anything worth publishing into a novel. This is a good thing, so you should give up. [Some notes with what she says here: *瓶頸期 means bottleneck, although I’m not sure if I should put that in there. I think this link: (http://brainslink.com/2013/09/you-might-be-a-bottleneck-if/) should explain what she means with Levi. After Lacie basically says that he has no talent in writing and cannot be compared to actual writers, but I thought changing that up would make it sound nicer. Lastly, when she tells him to 封筆, here means to seal your pen, which means give it up.] Levi: “Who says it’s about my writing skills!” Jack: Very well, Lacie! However Glen, unfortunately I don’t have any literary talent, so I’m afraid it would be difficult to help you…” Levi: “That kind of thing does not matter, Jack. ——What I want to hear about your experiences of lust.” [I tried Google to help me with the first word 戀情 but they just translated it to love too. However, it might have more to do with lust than love.] Jack: “Lust?” Levi: “Or love.” Lacie: “Boring.” Levi: “Because before whether I wrote of a knight, detective, or whatever, the core of my story all had to do with the friendship between two men. This is why for my next work, I want to try writing a steamy love novel.” Jack: “Then there’s even less to say. That kind of thing would have to rely on your own experiences in order to make it more persuading.” Lacie: “What are you saying, Jack. That kind of guy couldn’t have truly ever fallen in love with someone.” Levi: “Hey, you sure know how to talk. In this whole Baskerville house, there isn’t any man that is has more passion than I do” Jack: “Eh— Is it like that?” Levi: “Ah. In fact, I am in love right now.” Jack: “Who?” Levi: “Lacie.” –the sound of a teapot shattering- Oswald: “Wha…What are you saying!? Master!?” Levi: “What? You were here the whole time, Oswald?” Lacie: “He’s been standing behind you this whole time.” Jack: “Ah— The tea that was prepared [More accurately he’s saying something along the lines of ‘what a waste’ but only because they went through all that trouble to prepare it.]… -walking over to pick up the pieces-. Oswald: “If… If you ever lay hands on my sister I’ll never forgive you!” Jack -as he continues picking up the pieces-: “No, no. Oswald. I think no matter who it is, they should be free to like who they want to.” Oswald: “Hah!? Eh… Ah… That’s true…” Levi: “That’s exactly right, Oswald. Even I understand how you would feel if your cute sister was taken away by a Master who is completely opposite from you: intelligent, handsome, and respected like the mighty river. [His words are very flashy and there’s probably more praise that I left out. I’m afraid I had to simplify it since it’s just too flashy for me.] If I were in your position, I’ll definitely feel inferior and shame. So sad!” Lacie: “You’re free to cut him down, brother.” Oswald: “I understand, if you’re going to say something like that … -pulls out sword- Master! Please prepare yourself! Jack: Okay, okay, Oswald. -pats- Ah, let me ask this, what do you like about Lacie then, Glen? Levi: That she isn’t cute. Oswald: My sister is very cute!! Levi: Ah, that’s not what I meant. I think the fact that she isn’t cute is cute. You probably don’t understand. Oswald: Ah? Levi: “And I simply like her face. Her black hair is very beautiful.” Lacie: “The reason you like me is because of my appearance and how I’m not cute. How awful.” Jack: “So… this is saying that Glen likes black-haired woman then, right?” Levi: “Well~~… It’s not saying that I love all woman with black hair. [It’s a bit hard to translate it clearly, but he’s saying that black hair isn’t his Type. This is why he follows up, saying that the last woman he likes has blonde hair. It’s a bit like if someone had a thing for short-haired woman and therefore everyone he likes has short hair, etc.] Before Lacie, the last woman I liked had blonde hair.” Jack: “Hey— could it be that person was also a Baskerville?” Levi: “Ah, yes. She was my Glen predecessor.” Oswald: “Isn’t that bad!?” Lacie: “This is my first time hearing of this.” Jack: “Predecessor…” Levi: “Because she always cross-dressed, I didn’t know she was a woman until a long time had passed. After liking her I lost to her many times and was even beat up by her.” [He mentions here that he tried to challenge the situation many times but lost. I think we can safely assume he got rejected a bunch of times.] Lacie: “I have nothing to say.” Jack: “However, perhaps the two of you are a very good fit.” Levi: “No, in the end nothing happened between the two of us…” Jack: “I’m talking about Lacie, Glen.” Lacie: “Eh?” Oswald: “WHA-?!” Levi: “Ohhh?” Jack: “Because you two have known each other for so long, and understand each other well. What do you think, Oswald?” Oswald: “B-B-B-B-Becoming lovers… those two………..” -FANTASY TIME- Levi: “Ah ha ha ha ha~ Wait for me~ Lacie~~” Lacie: “Ohuehue~ I’m over here~ Glen~” Levi: “Really~ You wild child~~ If you don’t stop now….” Jabberwocky: “ROAR——” Levi: “I’ll release my chain to catch you!” Lacie: “Aha~ The Jabberwocky in front of me is like a wall, I can’t go anywhere! What a headache~~” Levi: “See~~ I’ve caught you~~~” Lacie: “Ai~~ Really, releasing your chain is sly Glen~” Levi: “If you wish, I could let the black wings cover your eyes~~” Lacie: “Huehue… You really are a troublesome person … Glen, you’re hugging me so tightly it hurts. ” Levi: “Hey, Lacie…” Lacie: “Glen…”

Oswald: “No!!! I will never let something like this happen!!! I don’t want to see them like this!!! ” Lacie: Wait a minute, brother. You just made up some weird fantasy didn’t you? ” Levi: Is it like that? Brother-in-law? ” Oswald: “Who’s your brother-in law?! ” Jack: “But Oswald… ” Oswald: “Jack, shut up! You don’t understand this person at all! What Master is saying isn’t that he simply likes someone. He’s just speaking in the moment, and playing around!!! ” Jack: “Eh? That would be bad then. ” Levi: “I’m serious. ” Jack: “He says he’s serious. ” Oswald: “Don’t you take his serious, seriously! It’s just rubbish!” Levi: “You’re so mean, Oswald.” Lacie: “Ah. Really!! Stop playing around with my brother, Glen! My brother is different from you. He’s caring and pure and hardworking and cute!!” Levi: “But you obviously like to tease him too.” Lacie: “I can tease him! Me!” Oswald: “Yeah! Because I am my sister’s playmate!” Jack: “Oswald, what you are saying isn’t exactly the same as what she’s saying…” Levi: “It won’t work, Jack. The only thing this person can take pride in is being teased and playing dumb.” Oswald: “I am not old in the head yet! ” Levi: “You see. ” Lacie: “Hm? ” Jack: “What is it? Lacie?” Lacie: “Aaaaaaaaahh—————!!!!!” Jack: ! Oswald: “Lacie!” Lacie: “Brother!” -going into his arms- Oswald: “What wrong? What happened?” Lacie: “A bug…” Oswald: “A bug?” Lacie: “Yes! O-O-Over there… There’s one wriggling around and it has so many legs… Wuah! What a disgusting bug!” Levi: “Ha ha, really. It’s just a centipede.” Oswad: “Ahh, it’s wriggling around quite a lot…. Okay. Lacie, stand back. I’ll fix this right—” -pulls out sword- Jack: -steps on bug- Oswald: “Woahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh——!!!!” Lacie: “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh——!!!!” Levi: “Oh, you stepped on it. Jack, you stepped on the bug!” Jack: “Eh? Ah, Mm. It’s because I didn’t want to use my hands…�� Oswald:” Even so you can’t do that!? What kind of person would step on the bug here like this?” Jack: “Eh? Lacie: “D-Don’t move, Jack! If you make one single step, I will not forgive you.” (*Bless celpika for translating the missing line. Thank you!) Jack: “Eh? Oswald: “Don’t move, don’t lift your foot to look. Ah, I can see it!!” Lacie: “I’m telling you not to move, Jack! How do you e-e-e-expect to clean your shoe that has the bug’s intestines all over it!?” Jack: “Um… wouldn’t it be okay to just wash it off?” Lacie: “That’s not the problem!” Jack: “Eh?” Levi: “Ah ah aha ha ha ha ha ha ha…. !!!” Oswald: I don’t understand… How you can be like this in this type of situation? No trace of confusion, or a little remorse, just as clear as water—” Jack: “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh——” Oswald: “Hm?” Lacie: “Jack?” Jack: “Ahh… Ah… Ahhh… it’s been killed… I killed an innocent life… Me… With one foot I stepped on it and killed it… !! Ahh !! What should I do…. !? How should I repent my sins… !!? What should… Oswald, tell me!?” -grabs onto him- Oswald: !? “You… What’s wrong with you, Jack?” Jack: “—— Didn’t you want to see me have this kind of reaction?” Oswald: “By acting?!” Jack: “Ah, how mean, I’ve always been very serious. Mm… Did I choose the wrong direction? How about this then? —— Wuuuu, what do I do, Oswald? I accidentally stepped on the bug! How disgusting. Help me wipe it off, hurry, help me wipe it off~~~ “ Oswald: “Ahh, stop messing around it’s disgusting!!” Jack: “Ah, I was scolded again. Aha ha.” Levi: “Pff ha ha hah… ha ha ha ha… ha ha ha ha!!! What are you two doing? It’s too hilarious… !!” Lacie: “Ah, how awful. Take off your shoes Jack, and clean the floors! I’m going to bed!” -turns to leave- Oswald: “Ah, wait! Lacie!” -chases after her-“ Jack: Um… Levi: “Ah… The cleaning equipment is all downstairs.” Oswald: “Lacie! Wait!” Lacie: “… What is it, brother?” Oswald: “Our conversation just earlier… If, If Master he really ——” Lacie: “Oh, don’t worry brother. Glen, he only wanted to see brother’s [worried/upset/puzzled] expression. That’s why he made this kind of joke.” Oswald: “Is that so?” Lacie: “Yes. But I also understand his feelings. Brother’s type of expression is very cute, I like it too.” Oswald: “(What kind of expression…?)” Lacie: “I won’t become anyone’s thing, and I don’t want to become anyone’s thing, until the very end.” Oswald: “If… !” Lacie: “Eh?” Oswald: “If Jack he… toward you…” Lacie: “Brother. Jack doesn’t love me. He… he doesn’t love anyone.” Jack: “Ai… who knew that Lacie hated bugs. What should I do, I seemed to have made her angry…” -wipes the floor- Levi: “Don’t worry, don’t worry. By the next day she won’t be angry anyways. Rather thinking about that, just then Lacie was amazing right?” Jack -as he wipes the floor-: “Amazing?” Levi: “How should I say this… The contrast? Seeing that someone like Lacie who always acts high and mighty is afraid of bugs. Crying over it in the end… Such a thing, don’t you feel that it makes you excited?” Jack: “… Haha. When a woman reveals another side of them they don’t usually show, it makes them more attractive.” Levi: “Oh! Sure enough, you have a rich experience don’t you? Come, tell me all of your interesting and funny experiences with dating woman.” Jack: “There is no such thing! And I have not been serious with the few I’ve dated…” Levi: “That’s enough! Compared to the idiot sis-con.” Jack: “But this will come a sad story.” Levi: “Oh? Tragic, is it? Very good, very good. What kind of person is she?” Jack: “Stella and Jane, Flora and Felice, Christine and Bella” Levi: “… So many.” Jack: “Marian and Bridgett… They are all very good woman. They all have beautiful bright smiles, they’re good at singing and dancing, and they are also brave and intelligent. However…” Levi: “However? What happened?” Jack: “They all… everyone died.” Levi: “Eh?” Jack: “Most of them died in an accident or from illness, and some even committed suicide. It is a very sad thing… very sad…” Levi: “Oh~ How could that happen. Even so what you are speaking have has nothing to do with love and romance, I am a person that is very concerned with follow up. So please start over again from how you met them.” Jack: “Ah… where to start… I met Stella when I was 17, she was the Vessalius’ maid. We… (hour’s later) —— And that’s how it happened, which is how my story with Bridgett ends.” Levi: …. “Ah— Ah, that’s no good. I feel like a piece of me has been taken away… It’s a good thing that Oswald isn’t here, if he heard this story then it might leave psychological scarring.” [I’m guessing he means that he’s disturbed, like when you feel like you lost a piece of yourself when you read something traumatizing.] Jack: “Really? This is nothing interesting, right?” Levi: “No no no no, what you have here is a very deep/memorable story Jack. Especially with Marian’s [CENSORED] and Felicia’s [ALSO CENSORED]! Right now, I will definitely be able to write a amazing story! Mhm, mhm!” Jack: “Is that so? If I can help you then that makes me happy, Glen. Now, I’m done with the cleaning so I’ll be going back today. Today I was able to hear about a lot of things that makes me happy.” Levi: “Jack.” Jack: “Yes?” Levi: “About our previous conversation, if I really did love Lacie, what would you do about it?” Jack: “Nothing, I won’t do anything.” Levi: “… Mm.” Jack: “Whoever likes Lacie, or whoever Lacie likes. That has nothing to do with me, does it?” Levi: “You think it’s fine how things are?” Jack: “Of course. Whatever happens, how I feel about Lacie will not change.” Levi: “In some degree that is an expected answer after all, I can feel relieved now. Your feelings for Lacie, could it be called love?” Jack: “Who knows. Is it or is it not? It’s difficult to use language to describe it, Glen.” Levi: “Is that so… sorry for asking you such a boring question, go ahead and forget about it.” Jack: “…. I…” Levi: “Mm?” Jack: “Want to keep living…” Levi: ! Jack: “I want to keep living… Glen…” Jack: “To me this world is the equivalent of all devouring darkness. Even so, because you’re here, because you found me——” Lacie: “Hey, you… You’ll catch a cold if you sleep in a place like this. My name is Lacie. Hey, what’s your name?” Jack: “I am Jack… Just Jack.” Oz: “Wuuuuu…. It’s such a good story!” Gilbert: “What is it Oz?… !! Are you crying… !?” Break: “What kind of book is that? I want to see … 《蕃花的耳语》? [Direct translation would be: Fan Flower’s Whisper, but I’ll keep it there because it’s not very good. It should be referring to the flowers on a tomato plant, but I can’t find an actual term for that.] Oz: “Gil… ! Break… ! This is a book Elliot lent me… !” Alice: “What’s a 蕃花? Sharon?” Sharon: “It refers to little tomatoes, Miss Alice. Ah, your face is covered with sauce… Mm, heheh… so cute.” –wipes- Alice: “Wuuu!” Gilbert: “How should I say this… this is an incredible book name. Is this book that interesting? Oz?” Oz: “Mm!! This book is by the same author of the book I borrowed before! （※公式小說3）It really is amazing… !! Before I read it I thought that it would be a love novel, however in the middle of the story it revealed that it is actually a horror novel! The last scene made it impossible for anyone not to burst into tears, it is a super touching novel! [THERE IS SO MUCH PRAISE IN THIS SENTENCE. Some of it was a bit hard to understand like 王道戀愛小說, which means royal/kingly love novel but putting royal in sounded weird. I would guess it seemed to be a love story between two royals but I can’t say for sure!] Break: “I could not understand what the content is about at all!” Emily: “Your description is sure awful, kid!” Break: “You said it~ Emily~” Oz: “If I were to reveal everything, then it wouldn’t be interesting!” Break: “It’s fine, after all I’m blind. Come~ Please give me the detailed spoilers, Oz-kun!” Oz: “Really! I guess there’s no other way…” Narrator - (Oz): “Is their encounter a coincidence? Or is it a mischief by destiny that they will have this fate? ” Man 1 - (Jack): “I’ve been wanting to see you! I’ve been looking for you… and I’ve finally found you!” Woman - (Lacie): “I’m so happy… I’ve been wanting to see you as well.” Man 2 - (Oswald): “This is my problem… I can’t allow you to become involved…!” Man 1 - (Jack): “It’s not like that at all. You can rely on me, and I will be very happy.” Narrator - (Oz): “The same sentiments toward one another, and the building of a friendship… But, all this is very fragile and vain… so it collapsed.” Man 2 - (Oswald): “Everyone in this house go out and line up!! Right now!” Woman - (Lacie): “I will never forgive… I’ll never forgive brother! Aha ha ha ha ha ha ha!” Man 1 (Jack): “Your strength is great… very dangerous… it’s in the way!” Woman (Lacie): “Come brother, this is brother’s favorite tomato. Come eat. Come come come come come come——!!” Man 2 - “Oswald: Stop… stop!!!” Man 1 - (Jack): “Why do you do something… so cruel——!!?” Man 3 - (Levi): “Do you want to know the truth? Even if you knew, it is meaningless.” Narrator - Oz: “This is extremely pure, twisted, beautiful and sad love story.” Man 3 - (Levi): “《蕃花的耳語》In the last 10 pages, you will definitely be deceived.” Oz: “—— The story will give you this kind of feeling.” Break: “No, I only understood the little tomato is crucial to the story. After that I don’t understand anything.” Oz: “Eh—? To put simply this is a love triangle! The black-haired man has love for his own sister, and in the middle of the story a lot of things happen. However, what is scary about this is the seemingly gentle blond friend! In the past he had a lot of woman, and he killed all of them!! One day there is a plate of tomatoes that caused the tragedy to happen, causing the friends to——!! … No, if I keep speaking then it’s all over! If you want to know what happens, Break. You should read it yourself! You’ll be shocked!” Break: “Eh——————?” Emily: “An old man like him has better things to do, stuuuppppid!” Break: “Hey- Having someone say that about me is quite a shock, Emily.” Gilbert: “I… I also wonder about this book! For such a opportunity to arrive, I’ll have to take a good look at it. It sounds like it is very interesting!” Oz: “Really, Gil? Mm, mm!! Look, look!! And then we’ll discuss our feelings about it together!” Gilbert: “Ah… Ah, Ah! I’ll read it Oz! I’ll read this book!” Break: “Yes, yes. Isn’t that great Gilbert-kun?” Alice: “Can a little tomato really whisper?! I had no idea, Sharon. Are those red things actually a living creature?” Tomato~ to~ma~to~ tomato~ to~ma~to~ Alice: “Oh, oooooooohhhhhh…. !!!” Sharon: “Miss Alice… ! It’s hard to compose myself when you act like a dummy.” Oz: “Aha ha… It isn’t like that. At the end you will understand the titles real meaning. Oh——! To be able to act out the scenes like that felt great! Who knew that the initial case with the tomato could be connected to the story like that!” Sharon: “With Master Oz being so full of praise, I’m starting to want to read it too.” Oz: “It’s not just me, Elliot also said he cried reading it!” Gilbert: “Elliot?” Oz: “Mm! “I can only tell you this, shorty. If you’re a man, then shut up and read this book” —— He said that looking super cool and gave this book to me.” Sharon: “Oh, this author’s name is… EVIL·B? What kind of person could this author be?” Break: “To give yourself a pen name that means evil shows that they must be quite narcissistic.” Oz: “Oh… Leo said the same thing…” Gilbert: “Ah, that’s because liking a person’s work depends on the impression they give off too! Alice: “I’m hungry! Oz! Let’s stop discussing the book and get going! I still can’t forget the taste of the roast pork I had last time…” -drool- Break: “Alice-kun… you just ate chicken, right?” Sharon: “Ah~ What does it matter, Break. I would like to go adventuring too.” Oz: “Ha! This is a good idea! If everyone goes to the street alley together, then everyone will have a good time! “ Sharon: “Street alley?” Break: “Oz-kun! How could you make a lady go somewhere like that——” Sharon: “Really, please stop acting as if I’m a child, Break! Master Oz, please explain what kind of place this suspicious sounding street alley is. Oz: “It is a very fun place, Miss Sharon! There are small houses with a lot of people, and stores that sell many interesting things! And —— Hee, you can hear rumors that you usually wouldn’t of the prince.” Gilbert: “Prince? What is that, Oz?” Oz: “Ah— Gil, I can’t believe you don’t know——？He’s obviously a celebrity in the slums!” Gilbert: “Is it like that? The street alley is even close to the place I recently bought, so I should have been able to heard of these rumors….” Oz: “The last time I went, no one knew anything about the prince! Because the prince is a super saver! [He’s super careful with money, etc!] A model house wife! And he’s the fantasy of every lady.” Gilbert: “Wait a minute, this is completely different from how a prince is normally envisioned.” Oz: “Hehe, don’t worry! Even so, the prince is still a very remarkable prince.” Gilbert: “Hm…? You speak as if you’ve met the prince before…? Ah! Could it be, that you met this weird guy when I wasn’t looking, Oz?” Oz: “Eh—? I don’t know.” Gilbert: “Oz! I’ve said this before, that kind of place is close to a bad area, and is not a place where you could walk around care-freely dressed the way you are. No, even if you were to dress yourself down, the brightness that excludes from you cannot be concealed. If a dealer were to catch sight of you, what would we do? If you were really sold by the dealer, then what would I do? Ahhhhh! Ah! Ahh, Oz, if you were to go to the streets, you have to take me!!! To walk around by yourself, I won’t allow it anymore!” Oz: “I wasn’t alone. At the time, Alice and I went together.” Gilbert: “The stupid rabbit only cares about eating meat!” Alice: “What did you say, Smelly Seaweed?!” Gilbert: “Shut up! I’m talking to Oz right now!” Alice: “So what you, idiot Seaweed Head?! Even if you weren’t there, I could protect Oz myself. Last time, I was the one that punished that suspicious guy who came knocking at our door!” Gilbert: “What kind of situation was that?!” Oz: “Hehe, I’m not telling you~ Prince~” Gilbert: ! “Oz….!!” Break: “Ah~ What a noisy bunch of kids… Oz-kun. If we’re going then we should go while the sun is still up. Is that alright, my lady?” [This is assuming they also make it back before sun down.] Sharon: “Of course, Break.” Oz: “Ah— This is so exciting! I wonder if today I’ll be able to see 吉克大人? [It’s a name of a person, but Oz means Break since it’s a pun! The name actually means quickly/hurry/rushed since Break is in a hurry to go. So in this case Oz is saying something like Mister Rushed/Hurry/etc.] Break: “Hahaha, Oz-kun, if you say another word, then I’ll punch you into the air, okay?” Emily: “Don’t worry about it, punch him into the air!” Alice: “Meat~ meat meat~ meat meat~ meat~” Sharon: “Ohoho~ Then Miss Alice, why don’t you hold Big Sisters hand~?” Alice: “Eh…?! No… I don’t….” Sharon: “Mi·ss A·li·ce?” Alice: “Huu…” Sharon: “What a good child, don’t run off by yourself now, okay?” Alice: “Okay… Big Sister…” Oz: “Gil, hurry up!” Gilbert: “Ah! Wait Oz. I’m getting my hat… where’s my hat?! Ah, Oz, Oz——!!!” Levi: Because of this, I am able to allow my readers to understand the reason I included this small red fruit, making it a surface theme in the story. Of course, there is a different truth. Which is the symbolization of the earth’s grace, as well as the hot burning heart. It has a sweet aroma, but it is also very fragile. It is a place all things in the world will return to. To speak of friendship, I will have to trample on it. Therefore the tone of this book is ultimately cruel. I hate eternal, but love that which comes to an end. Also, I believe that friendship should be like this. I wrote this book under the mocking of the moonlight - Evil·B [The last sentence is a pun, and it’s the best way I can interpret it. otherwise it… doesn’t make much sense.] Levi: “——Hm? Did you finish reading?” Oswald: “Yes, Master.” Levi: “How do you feel, Oswald? Is it interesting? It’s interesting, isn’t it! Even if it’s embarrassing for me to say it [Or he feels that he might sounds arrogant. It’s open to interpretation.], but I do think this novel is my best one so far!” Oswald: “Master.” Levi: “Hm?” Oswald: “I didn’t understand it…” Levi: “Ah… Is that so?” Oswald: “Yes, I didn’t understand it.” Levi: “… Mm.”

- meilibells

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Xiaomi Mi SoundBar Review: Cinematic Sound At a Bargain Price

Xiaomi’s onslaught on the Indian smart TV industry, which kicked off earlier last year, has proved to be a runaway success. The Mi TV lineup has only grown over the course of 2018 to help Xiaomi build a strong foothold over the home entertainment market. Well, the Chinese giant is now looking to enhance your TV viewing experience with the launch of their Mi Soundbar (Rs 4,999) in India and that too at a pretty tantalizing price tag.

Xiaomi sent over the huge Mi Soundbar to us for a review, and I have been using it over the past week. So, here’s how my experience with Xiaomi’s Mi Soundbar has been so far:

Mi Soundbar: Specifications

Calling the Mi Soundbar huge isn’t an understatement, it is 33 inches in length and holds eight speakers, but it’s still quite lightweight and weighs just under 2 kilograms. If you want to delve into the specifics of the speaker setup, well, Xiaomi has packed two 0.75-inch dome tweeters and two 2.5-inch woofers to bring the crisp audio experience to the table. This is coupled with four passive radiators that help boost the bass – which is a prime selling point for the Mi Soundbar. You can check some key specifications listed below: Dimensions83 x 7.2 x 8.7 cm Weight1.9 kgs Speakerstwo 65mm woofer units + two 20mm dome tweeters + four passive radiators Input Power> 14W X 2 @1 kHz Connectivity Options3.5 mm stereo AUX, fiber optic, coaxial S/PDIF, red and white line-in, and Bluetooth 4.2

Mi Soundbar: What’s in the Box

Xiaomi’s Mi Soundbar comes packed inside a brown cardboard box similar to its Mi TVs. You’ll get the following stuff in the Mi Soundbar box: Mi Soundbar (you cannot miss this one) Power adapter User manuals S/PDIF cable Wall mounting accessories The Mi Soundbar has a number of connectivity options and I would have much preferred if Xiaomi provided a 3.5mm AUX or optical cable in the box over the S/PDIF one.

Mi Soundbar: Design and Build

The Mi Soundbar is no different from several other Xiaomi products we have seen in the recent past. The classy design and minimal aesthetic of the Mi Soundbar, should make it attractive to the masses. The Mi Soundbar is a massive cuboid, and comes only in white (for the plastic body with a matte finish) with a grey fabric mesh on the front to cover the speaker unit. There’s a subtle “Mi” branding on the top right of the soundbar and I like that.

This color combo makes it look sophisticated, and I kind of like it, but it also makes me wary of handling the Mi Soundbar. It catches dust and grease pretty easily and that could ruin its look, which is why I’d have loved it if Xiaomi had a black variant of the soundbar as well. The buttons to switch between all available connectivity choices, along with the volume controls, are neatly placed at the top. It’s handy and functional (and the buttons sure are clicky) but there’s no way to see the volume level, which could have been fixed with a display. You have to keep pressing the buttons until you feel you cannot go down or up any further.

If not a display, Xiaomi could have at least provided a remote with the soundbar to allow users to adjust the volume from the comfort of their sofa set or bed. It’s one of the key ingredients missing from the recipe here and many of its competitors do have an edge here. Xiaomi has also kept the weight of the Mi Soundbar in check and it weighs just 1.9 kilograms but doesn’t feel like it when picked up. The weight distribution appears to be fairly even and everyone who checked out the Mi Soundbar was impressed with this one fact – in addition to the sound, which we’ll talk about in a bit. The Mi Soundbar can be installed in 2 different forms under your television set. You can either choose to just connect the power and input cables and then place the soundbar below your TV on a table, or mount it on the wall – great if your TV is also mounted. Xiaomi even provides the accessories — screws and screw mounts — required to mount the Mi Soundbar within the box but you’d have to do the heavy lifting yourself.

If you decide to place the Mi Soundbar on a table top, the body will rest on three sturdy rubber feet which can be found at the bottom – two near the ends, and one sitting in the middle. They will not only keep your Mi Soundbar from directly touching the table but also makes it skid-proof and absorb the vibration from the speakers.

Overall, the build quality of the Mi Soundbar is pretty good and I don’t really have any major qualms with it — except the lack of the remote which would have solved a number of issues here.

Mi Soundbar: Connectivity

Xiaomi offers you a number of different options to connect the Mi Soundbar to your TVs, laptop or smartphone. Firstly, you can obviously turn to Bluetooth to connect any of the devices to the soundbar but the audio output won’t really be the best, well, because wireless audio streaming is still not there yet. It supports A2DP music playback, which is sweet, however, still not as good as its wired alternatives. The wired options include the familiar 3.5mm AUX port, the red and white Line-in ports, a black S/PDIF (co-ax) port, followed by the optical port. It means you’re not going to face any issues when connecting to your Mi TV as it has all of these ports. However, I was using the Mi Soundbar with one of the smart TVs at the Beebom office and it worked perfectly fine in my case.

The ports are arranged neatly on the rear, with buttons to switch between them laid out on top. These connectivity options can be switched between pretty quickly and easily, with just the press of a button. An LED indicator above the button tells you which source is playing. It requires you to have the necessary cable attached to the soundbar (which you might need to buy yourself) to get the output. You’ll have to flip the rocker switch to turn on the soundbar once you’ve connected it to the power source. While all this sound perfect, I know, the Mi Soundbar lacks a few of the most important ports in today’s age. It lacks the HDMI input and USB ports to round off the connectivity options and that’s a huge shortcoming. It would have made it easier to connect to a lot more devices or simply plugging in a USB drive to play songs directly. However, I won’t be too harsh on Xiaomi for the lack of these connectivity options because the company is giving users access a great audio experience at a pretty reasonable price.

Mi Soundbar: Audio Quality

We already know what’s packed inside the Mi Soundbar, so let’s get down straight to the meat and gravy of this product – the audio quality. Xiaomi promises that the soundbar is designed to deliver a “thrilling cinematic” experience and well, I was astounded to see it make good on this promise the moment I plugged it into my MacBook Air. Yeah, it was my first taste of using a soundbar and I kicked off the testing with my daily drivers before moving to a smart TV.

Well, let me preface my experience by saying that you’re not going to be impressed with the Mi Soundbar in this scenario. While the soundbar gets loud and has a ton of treble and bass that a lot of people may approve of and like, but I have to warn you that the soundstage isn’t well-balanced in this case. The enhanced bass, as Xiaomi terms it, clearly takes control and this subdues the vocal performance and low frequencies in the process. There will certainly be times, such as during songs like Steven’s Crossfire, when the bass would be so overpowering that you won’t really catch the vocals and it’s distracting. Otherwise, the clean bass and treble are something EMD enthusiasts will appreciate with the Mi Soundbar. While the music listening experience isn’t particularly great here, you can’t overlook the movie and TV season-viewing aspect of the Mi Soundbar.

Over the past weekend, I spent all my time in bed binge-watching a new sci-fi mystery show called Travelers on Netflix. I realized that the true purpose of Mi Soundbar is to make it possible for you to appreciate your favorite movies and TV shows with a fuller and cinematic audio experience. The soundstage is pretty well-balanced here and one can not just distinctly hear the dialogues clearly, but also the sound effects with heavy bass, as well as higher frequencies. Movies sound fantastic on the soundbar. . Also, I have a medium-sized room at home and the Mi Soundbar was loud enough to give me an improved viewing experience as compared to just using the TV’s speakers. Placing the soundbar on a table under the TV was satisfactory in my case and also, I did notice that the rubber feet here are strong enough to hold the soundbar in place.

Xiaomi has certainly put in much effort to tune the sound of the Mi Soundbar for a better home entertainment experience and while it seems to work for binge-watching movies, it all boils down to preference when listening to music.

Mi Soundbar: Should You Buy One?

Finally, let us answer the one question that you’re here for, and it’s whether you should get Mi Soundbar for your home or not. Well, Xiaomi has designed a soundbar that extends a well-balanced and full output for binge-watching movies on Netflix or listening to music when you come home after yet another tough day at work. And if you’re a bass lover, well, your day will be made. So, Xiaomi has probably added another feather to its overflowing hat with the launch of Mi Soundbar in India and I think it justifies the Rs 4,999 price tag pretty well. There may be a few chinks in its armor such as the lack of a remote or a few I/O ports, however, the sound quality makes up for these imperfections. Mi Soundbar is perhaps one of the better options available on the market in its price range and there’s no denying it. But, there’s a possibility that you want to use a remote. Well, in that case, you can get the F&D T180X 2.0 TV Soundbar (Rs 5,490) which should offer you a similar soundstage due to its 3-inch drivers and 1-inch tweeters. You can also pick the Philips DSP-475 U Soundbar and subwoofer combo (Rs 4,500) if you want to add that extra thump to your experience. PROS: Elegant aesthetics Lightweight body Powerful bass and treble Amazing sound for movies and TV CONS: No Remote Control Lacks few I/O ports Not great for just music

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Xiaomi Mi SoundBar Review: Cinematic Sound At a Bargain

After smartphones, Xiaomi now strives to dominate the home entertainment market and the Mi Soundbar is the perfect addition to their enormous portfolio in India. It serves as a perfect companion to their Mi TV lineup, that has been selling really well, and brings a lot of value to your viewing experience. It’s sleek, light and more importantly, affordable, to make you want to pull out your wallet and buy one almost immediately. Well, are you interested in buying the Mi Soundbar? If not, why and what other option do you have in mind? Let us know in the comments down below. !function(f,b,e,v,n,t,s) if(f.fbq)return;n=f.fbq=function()n.callMethod? n.callMethod.apply(n,arguments):n.queue.push(arguments); if(!f._fbq)f._fbq=n;n.push=n;n.loaded=!0;n.version='2.0'; n.queue=;t=b.createElement(e);t.async=!0; t.src=v;s=b.getElementsByTagName(e); s.parentNode.insertBefore(t,s)(window, document,'script', 'https://connect.facebook.net/en_US/fbevents.js'); fbq('init', '209002533014668'); fbq('track', 'PageView'); Source link Read the full article

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