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rafecameroninterlude · 1 month

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pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader

summary: ❝the summer’s hot, and i’ve been waiting for you all this time.❞ — rafe finally comes back home from his two-month long family vacation, surprising you in the middle of the night.

warnings: established relationship, ward overhears you and rafe on the phone, dry humping, heavy petting, oral (f receiving), face sitting, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, unprotected sex

word count: 2.3k

a/n: it literally makes me so happy when i see the feedback you guys give me, especially when you show your support by reblogging or simply liking. i love and appreciate every single one of you <333 series masterlist

“you’re actually lying.” tears were already forming in your eyes as rafe spoke on the other line. “i wish i was, baby. we were supposed to fly back in this morning but some weather shit got in the way, so we’re kinda stuck here until they let us know when there’s another flight available.” you sighed, trying your best to keep your voice from shaking. “have you asked the airport people already?” there was a slight pause before rafe answered.

“they said it could be weeks since the hurricanes here get pretty crazy.” weeks?! you thought you could die right now. “i’m so mad my parents didn’t let me go.” the tears were falling now. you and rafe had never been apart for this long. with all the built up anticipation, you couldn’t help but get youreself excited and hopeful about seeing him today, just for all of it to come crashing down with a single phone call. “i wish you were here too, babe. i got you a bunch of stuff from the shopping centers here, i think you’ll love it.” you wanted to cry harder because of how sweet he was.

“aww, you didn’t have to do that for me, baby.” you cooed, your heart fluttering in your chest when you heard the smile in his voice. “at least you’re going on winter vacation with me.” you nodded, trying to stay as positive as you can. “that’s true. i can’t help but to think my parents are trying to torture me or something,” you laughed, “they heard the words ‘shared hotel room’ and freaked out.” rafe shook his head even though you couldn’t see him. “they did, right?” he glanced at the tv, the weather report still the same.

“yeah, but rightfully so i guess. could you imagine if we shared a room for two months?” you bit your lip at the idea. “it’s a good thing we didn’t tell them that we’d have a whole cabin to ourselves in december.” you shut your eyes for a moment, wishing so bad that you could speed up the time. “you need to come back to me already. i’m sad and horny.” rafe snorted at your words. “hey, at least we know we could have amazing phone sex.” before you could respond, you heard what sounded like ward in the background.

“come on, rafe. seriously man?” you gasped, shooting up from your bed. “rafe! i thought you were somehwere private!” your cheeks were on fire with how hard you were blushing right now. “tell ward i said hi.” rafe did as you asked, a muffled ‘hey, sweetheart.’ sounding on the other line. “wheezie and sarah there?” as if you could be anymore mortified right now. “nah, they went to a gift shop with rose.” thank, god. “well, i told lia that i’d go with her to the beach for a little, so i better start getting ready.” you put him on speaker, opening your drawer that had all your bikini’s in it.

“all right, i’m gonna let you go babe,” rafe sighed, “i’ll update you as soon as i find something out.” you chose a top, and grabbed a pair of jean shorts as you started changing. “okay. i’ll see you soon, love you.” you smiled when he kissed the mic. “i love you more, i’ll talk to you later.” you hung up, feeling slightly better after hearing his voice. it didn’t take you long to pack your beach tote, lia picking you up soon after.

you spent the rest of the day with your friend, both of you taking pictures and reading your books. “wanna stay the night at mine? i could really go for some pizza right now.” lia pouted as she pulled into your driveway. “i wish. i have to go to breakfast with my family tomorrow.” she put the car in park, looking at you apologetically. “oh, that’s right! it’s okay, hang tomorrow afterwards?” you grabbed your bag from the backseat. “for sure. i’ll call you when i get home.” she nodded, in which you waved. “hey! send me the pictures we took!” you shouted as she rode off.

“hey, guys,” you greeted your parents as you closed the front door behind you. they were curled up on the couch watching a movie. “hey!” your mom whispered, not wanting to wake your father who was resting his head on her lap. they always looked so cute together. “i’m gonna go shower. goodnight.” you walked past them, eagerly waiting to check your phone to see if you had any messages from rafe.

[2:32 PM] loml <3: still the same bs. i’ll try to call you again tonight

you gasped at the timestamp. that was hours ago. it was about ten o’clock now, and you were definitely feeling the effects of your activities today.

[10:02 PM] y/n: superrr sleepy rn, i’ll still answer if you call bb

you waited until the message delivered and quickly got in the shower. after washing your hair and rinsing yourself off, you changed into an oversized t-shirt and called it a night. you don’t know how long you’d been asleep for, but your eyes were fluttering open as you felt your bed dip beside you.

your heart dropped when you saw a dark figure looming over you, a loud gasp escaping your lips. before you could scream, a large hand covered your mouth. your eyes widening as you starting hitting the person against their chest. “baby, it’s me! it’s me!” you stopped as soon as you heard his voice, rafe’s hand slowly moving away from your face. “what the hell!” you whispered, immediately throwing your arms around him. “how are you here right now?” you reached over, turning on the small lamp on your nightstand.

the soft light barely did anything to illuminate the space, but your heart skipped a beat once you could make out his features. you stared at each other for a few moments before he took your lips into a searing kiss. “fuck, i missed you so much.” he leaned all his body weight on top of you, the feeling nearly bringing you to tears. “two months, rafe. never again.” you scolded him, letting him settle between your thighs. “my dad pulled some strings and we were able to come back today. just landed like an hour ago.” he could barely talk as he kissed you inbetween his words.

the reality of the situation made you stop, your body freezing underneath him. “what?” he looked at you confused. “my parents are here! how did you even get in?” you scrambled to get up, locking your door before you could get caught. when you turned around, rafe was laying flat on your mattress, a sliver of skin poking out from under his t-shirt. “my key. they were knocked out cold on the couch, so i just snuck up here.” he propped himself up on his elbows, his eyes falling to your bare thighs. “you wearing anything underneath that?” you smiled before shaking your head and lifting up the hem of your shirt teasingly. “no.” rafe’s gaze darkened as he watched you straddle him.

“why?” his hands ran up your thighs, squeezing the flesh before they settled on your hips. you shrugged. “just wanted to be ready for you.” rafe could already feel his cock hardening with your words alone. “yeah?” he dragged your hips against his, your naked cunt rubbing against his shorts. “fuck,” you whimpered, letting your head fall to the side as you balanced yourself on your palms. “i missed hearing that. missed seeing you like this.” he took the shirt off of you, marveling at the sight of your bare figure on top of him.

“i want you to get yourself off on me,” rafe splayed a hand over your stomach, “wanna watch you move.” you grabbed his hand, placing his middle and ring fingers in your mouth, your hips grinding against him. “you’re so fucking perfect, ‘don’t know how i made it two months without you.” you moaned, sucking his digits while you started a steady rhythm. you knew you were overly sensitive because of how long it’d been without him here, but you couldn’t help the aftershocks that came with your clit rubbing against his hard on.

rafe groaned, knowing he wouldn’t last too long like this. while he spewed out the most filthy things you’ve ever heard, you sped up, desperate to reach the high you were so close to. rafe screwed his eyes shut, stopping you just before he could cum in his shorts. the sound of both of you trying to catch your breaths filtered throughout your room as you blinked down at him. “i was so close,” you pouted, clenching around nothing. “ride my face.” your eyes widened. “what?” rafe grabbed you by your waist, a yelp leaving your lips as he held you above his mouth.

you shuddered when you felt his breath fanning against the inside of your thighs. “are you su- fuck!” you cried when you felt his tongue where you ached for him the most. “oh my god, rafe,” he was quick to interwine his fingers with yours, holding you tightly so you couldn’t move away. this was new for both of you, but rafe was quickly realizing that watching you with your jaw slacked and greedily chasing his tongue with your hips was becoming his new favorite view.

he moaned against your soaked cunt, the slight vibration making your eyes roll back. “r-rafe!” your hips stuttered as you felt the sweet release of pure euphoria wash over you. rafe held you tighter against him, his tongue attacking your clit as you shook uncontrollably. two months of phone sex could never compare to the real thing, your breaths becoming labored as rafe laid you down. “i’m gonna fuck you senseless.” rafe kissed you, your wetness still on his lips as he did so. just as you pulled away, a knock sounded from your bedroom door.

“y/n, is everything okay honey?” your eyes widened as rafe took the opportunity to roll one of your nipples between his fingers, your face burying in his chest to muffle the moan that left your mouth. “i-i’m okay! just.. cramps!” rafe trailed sloppy kisses across your neck, smiling against your skin as you struggled to formulate a single sentence. “aw i hope you feel better, call me if you need anything, love.” you waited until her footsteps receeded down the hallway before you smacked rafe playfully. “you’re terrible!” you laughed.

he took off his shirt, his muscles on full display as he discarded his shorts. fuck, he was glorious. “yeah, but you love me.” you smiled as he slotted himself between your legs, shivering once you felt his cock sit between your folds. “i do love you.” rafe ran his fingers through your hair, caging you between his arms as he slid into you, a moan sounding from both your mouths. you stretched around him so deliciously, rafe’s head resting in the crook of your neck.

“is that my favorite body wash?” he looked up, pecking your jaw when you nodded. “something told me to use it tonight.” your eyes fluttered shut when rafe pulled out, pushing back into you as he hooked your thigh around his waist. “this is all i could think about over there,” he sighed, “i just wanted to feel this perfect pussy squeezing around me.” you mewled at his words, your nails digging into his shoulders. “did you think about me, baby?”

you nodded, your back arching into his chest. “fuck, yes. i missed having you on top of me, ‘missed taking your cock.” he groaned, lightly wrapping a hand around your neck as his pace sped up. rafe adjusted you so your head was resting on top of his arm as he kissed you roughly. his thrusts were unforgiving, soon the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in your room. with the way the head of his cock was stroking that soft spot inside you, you couldn’t bring yourself to care if you were being too loud. you started meeting his thrusts, your clit meeting his pubic bone.

“you’re doing so fucking good for me.” he panted, his breath fanning your cheeks. you wrapped your arms around his neck, crying out into his skin. “don’t stop!” he covered your mouth, shushing you as he fucked into you relentlessly. “i got you, baby. ‘gonna fill up this pretty cunt with my cum.” you whimpered, tears welling in your eyes as you felt your second orgasm nearing. with a couple more thrusts, you found yourself falling over the edge, your climax hitting you in waves of pure ecstasy. “oh, fuck,” rafe’s jaw was clenched as he suppressed the groan that threatened to rip itself from his throat.

you reveled in the feeling of his seed spilling into you, his eyebrows knitting in pleasure as he continued to move sloppily. “fuck, i don’t think i ever came that hard before.” he removed his hand, allowing you to take a full breath. you sighed, curling into your boyfriend as he plopped down beside you. “i missed this the most.” he pressed a kiss to your temple, his fingers tracing shapes into your side. you smiled softly, draping an arm across his torso. “i could fall asleep like this..” rafe’s voice was hoarse, both of you yawning at the same time.

“me too,” you started, “i’m gonna go grab some water real quick, i’ll be right back.” he pulled you down for another kiss before letting you get up. you poked your head outside your door, slipping on a shirt and a pair of underwear before slipping out. you tiptoed down the stairs, walking into the kitchen where your mother sat with her laptop. “oh-” you smiled awkwardly, getting two water bottles out of the fridge. your mom looked up at you from her spot at the kitchen island.

“i take it that rafe is back from vacation? you’re lucky i left the volume up on the tv.”

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ayselluna · 1 month

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Spawn Astarion Recommendations!

So I heard you guys want Spawn Astarion Recommendations too! I heard you :) Apologies if it took awhile it got hard to compile everything I read.

I honestly have read more one shots Spawn Astarion than series tbh. but here are some series I love! These are Astarion x Tav / You / OCs following the story from the game! I'll be happy to make another list for AU's! Another Ascended list is on the way too~ :))

I DEFINITELY RECOMMEND FOLLOWING THESE WRITERS TOO as they have really great HCs and One Shots!

The Arrangement by @fangswbenefits - This is one of the first ones I've read and how she wrote Astarion is just so ASTARION! The lines, the slow burn and the smut are exquisite as hell. I do suggest reading her oneshots too! Her smuts are so good I suggest reading it ALONE. XD ONGOING!

The Fangs Between Us by @feyascorner - Not your typical Lovey-dovey Astarion and Tav. Astarion actually felt betrayed and actually tried killing you! Can love still blossom? is it still there? Would you guys even be friends?! So much angst and but oh so goooood! ONGOING!

Shadows of the Past by @pastshadowsff-blog / PallidMoon - What's an Astarion story w/o the angst? I would definitely be devastated the moment Astarion left me! The process of healing and loving, the confrontations here are soooo on point! Have a good gale on the side too~ ONGOING!

Love at First Knife by @bg-brainrot - DEFINITELY A FAVORITE! Aside from the romance from Astarion and TAV you get the WHOLE GANG TOO! I'm a sucker on everything on this series! I can't count how many times I've re-read this while I wait for my other fics to update. ONGOING? I'm not sure but it gets updated!

When He’s all but Forgotten How to Love Again by @bg-brainrot - okay another one from the same author, at this point just read everything!! okay, but what if TAV died and got reincarnated?! If you got an elf TAV this is definitely one for the books! I LOOOOVE this one a lot. Getting your memories back and seeking your lover out, would it be the same? Would he even remember you?! Surely he will right?! but what if he don't? hmmmm READ IT! ONGOING!

Astarion Talks In His Sleep by @littlejuicebox - This is a short series but this was just memorable coz WE'LL LOVE EVERYTHING in it. It's one of the happy endings you'd totally wish for and how this story got me gasping and giddy was just chef's kiss! You'll love her DADSTARION series too! I LOVE THIS FAMILY A LOT. :))

Cursed To Put My Hands On Everything by @maladaptive-menace - I recently found this and I got hook immediately on the concept! I also love the titles on this series, as the title says~ :)) So imagine you're doing your mundane things IRL and one tiring night you found yourself Isekaid IN the GAME?! You know you're effed up, how would you survive?! well at least you got your dream come true of meeting the gang in the flesh…specially the Pale Elf~ ONGOING!

Winter Holiday Challenge Fills by @justporo - So this is an all fluff from the Winter Holidays! I know it's not christmas anymore but if you missed it during that time who cares?! READ IT! Get all the fluffiness you need from this series! Check that full masterlist on their profile too while you're at it~ :)) FINISHED!

The Currents of Destiny by @lendeah - You and Astarion fights after he didn't go with the Ascension, left and scorn you to die screaming! But what if he sees all the what if that could happen?! Would his decision stay the same? FINISHED!

An Adventure in Making a Life by @redlittlefoxari - okay something different but maybe a PREGNANCY fic anyone? :D This was one of the fastest story I binged! You both just learned you're pregnant but an invitation from a friend comes forth! Maybe keep it a surprise for the gang? How would this pregnancy on the road takes you? ALSOOOO FREAKING LOVIING HUSBAND ASTARION UGGHH i can't~

I have more authors to recommend but we'll keep this list for now! I urge you to follow these authors too and check their other works.

Let me know if you guys are up for more recommendations! I have more to share! <3 Hope you enjoy reading them as I did! More reading buddies!

#astarion #bg3 astarion #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #astarion fic #bg3 #astarion ancunin #spawn astarion #astarion x you #astarion baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #astarion x oc #astarion x durge #baldur's gate 3

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tired-bisexual-brainrot · 2 years

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therapy isn’t enough, i need to live somewhere where it rains.

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beastofburdenxo · 5 months

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Hypothermia

Emmett shares a bed with you on a particularly cold night. 1.6k words Tags: dry humping, wet dreams, reader is a virgin.

Emmett promised your parents that he would take care of you if anything happened to them. Not realizing that, not long after he promised them that the creatures would come. Sadly, neither survived and you were stuck with Emmett. Nothing against him of course, he was an alright guy. He was a family friend; someone you saw all the time at the house on the weekends. He was quiet, reserved, resourceful. Emmett also lost his family not long after yours so you two were all each other had. You two toughed it out together, he taught you how to hunt. He taught you which plants were edible, and which were not. You taught him how to patch up his clothes when needed. The both of you were a team, working together to stay alive.

Instead of moving out and going to college, you moved what little belongings you could to an old factory on the outskirts of town with Emmett. He found it on a supply run without you and thought it best to move away and stay hidden from the creatures. Besides, there wasn’t much left to salvage anyways, what you two haven’t already scavenged to use was in disrepair and too time consuming to try and fix. Emmett was a bit of a loner anyways, so moving away from the few remaining living souls didn’t bother him a bit. Not you though, you didn’t like the idea of leaving the only home you ever knew. But you went ahead and did anyways, because you knew you couldn’t make it without him. You two made the basement of the old factory your home, considering it was almost soundproof. Emmett brought down a mattress he found in an empty house to sleep on, not realizing it was going to be a tight fit for both of you. During the summer, he refused the makeshift bed, insisting you take it. He crafted a pallet out of old covers and towels that he slept on next to yours.

One particularly cold winter night, you lie in bed, feeling your fingers and toes start to turn blue. Every piece of clothing you own is on your body on top of what little covers you have, but it’s still not enough. With teeth chattering, you look over at Emmett’s still figure wondering if he’s about to go into hypothermia as well. “Emmett,” you whisper in the dark, “Are you sleeping? It's so cold in here my body hurts.” Emmett turns towards you, “No, I can’t sleep either. It's an awfully bad night tonight. Would you like some of my covers?” A shiver runs through your body as you try to still your chattering teeth. “I don’t think that’s going to cut it here Emmett, we both need body heat or we’re not going to survive the night. Will you come closer?” A long pause sits in the air before you get an answer. “Are you asking me to get in bed with you? You trying to cuddle?” he asks with a chuckle. “This is serious, if you don’t get over here, we’re both going to freeze to death. It's not like I have anyone else to choose from. I'll behave, I’m just trying to not die tonight.”

You feel a bit more weight on you as Emmett takes the covers off his pallet and throws it on yours. Before you can plead with him, he lies down beside you. “Alright, here I am, now go to sleep.” It is a tight fit with him beside you, both being on your backs, so you turn to the side away from him to make room. The heat radiating off Emmett’s body helps, but it’s not enough to knock the chill off your body. You try and scoot closer to him, much to his dismay. “Just what do you think you're doing? You wanted me here, so here I am. What more do you want?” You start to feel him move away. “No please don’t go.” you whine, “I’m just so cold and I know you are too. Please come here. Wrap your arm around me Emmett.” With a sigh he replies, “Only because it feels below zero tonight. Don't get any ideas here.” He pulls you closer to him, his body heat enveloping you. He has both of his strong arms around your waist as the two of you stop shivering. “Now was that so bad?” you ask. You get a scoff in response. You feel him move around. “What are you doing? I can’t sleep with you thrashing!”

“I’m taking my shirt off.” Your eyes get big at his words. “Why in the hell are you doing that?” Emmett sighs, “Did I teach you anything? Survival 101, skin on skin contact is the best against hypothermia. It's dark and neither of us can see the other, so just do it.” With a gulp you shakily remove your shirt, goosebumps hitting your skin at the thought of being next to him in your bra. This is all new to you and you’re trying to remain calm and adult like about it. “My pants too?” you nervously ask. Emmett’s strong arms go back to being around you. “That’s up to you. Considering the layers are thin, I think we’ll be fine like this. Now let's get some sleep.” He was right about the skin-on-skin contact, it was almost too warm now. You were able to feel his broad chest directly on your back, his light coating of chest hair tickling your skin. Part of you wanted to turn around and face him, but you didn’t want him to leave either, so you stayed where you were. Your little heart was pounding, you’ve never had a man be this physically close to you, much less Emmett. You hoped he was too far gone in sleep to notice. “Just breathe, you know Emmett, he wouldn’t hurt you.” you tell yourself over and over until your breathing finally slows and sleep takes you in its hold.

In the middle of the night, you awaken to Emmett still holding you to him. But this time, something is different. One arm is still around you, the other is next to you, his hand squeezing your hip. Something is also digging into your back. You move slightly trying to get comfortable, and Emmett softly moans. You realize what it is, Emmett is hard in his sleep. Trying not to panic and wake him up, you wonder what to do now. If he wakes, he’ll freak out at the situation and possibly get mad, so you just lie there for a bit. “It’s not like he did it on purpose, he’s dead asleep!” you think to yourself, “He has no control over his body, it’ll go away, just chill out!” at that moment, Emmett slightly moves, pulling you even closer to him, his dick even more prominent to you now. The hand on your hip now slowly strokes your side. His breath is still slow and labored, he’s still out cold. Emmett slowly starts to grind against you, the friction pulling down your loose pants, exposing your ass to him. His face is buried in your shoulder, panting heavy at his motions. You try to reach behind you to pull your pants back up, but there’s no room between you two, and you wind up touching his toned stomach instead. You freeze as a whine leaves his mouth, thinking you woke him up.

Luckily for you, he’s a heavy sleeper and he goes back to dry humping you as you take your hand back. You must admit, it doesn’t feel terrible. “Do I just lie here and let him grind on me?” You like hearing his moans too, but you’d never admit that. You wish you could see the look on his face right now, but not daring to turn. His hand comes up and cups your breast through your bra, softly squeezing. “Yes,” he breathes into your ear, “Yes baby like that.” You close your eyes and pretend that he means that, that he knows it’s you and he really wants you; not pretending that you’re someone else. You softly place your hand on top of Emmett’s, not brave enough to do much else. “Babygirl, yes, right there, please.” That causes a moan to come out of your own mouth. Goosebumps return to your skin, but for another reason. Nerves be damned, you can’t take much more. You take the hand on your bra and slowly guide it downwards, reveling in his rough hand on your body and how good it feels. Reaching your soaked panties you wonder, “Am I seriously about to do this? Am I going to take advantage of a man that has been nothing but good and kind to me?”

Before you can answer yourself, Emmett moves again. His bodyweight on yours makes you turn over on your stomach. He is directly on top of you now. With your legs slightly more open than before, you can feel him right where you want him. Now Emmett is just rutting against you without abandon, each motion moving your panties against your clit. It takes all you have in you to not answer his moans with your own. Right before you feel like you could come for the first time ever, he growls your name as you feel hot liquid seep onto your panties. Emmett slows, his high receding, softly panting as he moves off you, flopping onto his back. Your mind is reeling, “Did he just say my name as he came? Did I hear that right?” You slowly look over at him, for some reason expecting him to finally be awake after all that. But his breathing is the same as earlier, slow and soft in dreamland. “Well at least he’ll sleep good tonight, I sure as hell won’t.” You curl back up, parts of you demanding more attention after being rudely interrupted. It was a long night for you indeed.

#emmett x fem reader #emmett a quiet place #emmett smut #a quiet place #emmett x fem! reader

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reashot · 2 months

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A Final Goodbye... (Lancaster in the end.)

So with RT gone and with RWBY never going to get a satisfying ending I made this instead.

Salem: ... It has begun.

Tyrian: May I ask, what has begun exactly, your evilship?

Salem: The end of the universe.

Tyrian: Oh... Can we stop that?

Salem: I'm afraid not. It has been decided by someone higher than me.

Tyrian: Someone higher. Is it the twin gods?

Salem: Ehhh..... Someone much higher than even them I'm afraid.

Tyrian: I see... So this is it then?

Salem: This is it.

Tyrian: Then I'm proud that I was your number one henchman.

*flash*

think of this as the same thing that destroyed the multiverse during the crisis on infinite earth.

Somewhere in Vacuo

Yang: Well this sucks.

Blake: Tell me about it. Just right when we're finally together,

Yang: I know babe. And before we get to be erased from existence I want to say to you again.

I love you.

Blake: Come here...

*flash*

Tai: There goes my daughter.

Raven: At least she died with someone she loved.

Tai: ...It doesn't mean she hates you know.

Raven: Tai. We're about to die. So you don't have to lie to make me feel better.

Tai: If it makes you feel any better Yang doesn't want to spend her final moment with me either.

Raven: Some parents we are.

Tai: The last time I check I was the parent. And you were the one that left us.

Raven: I know that! Do you think I want to leave her in the first place and leave you?! But it's too late for that now.

Tai: You know maybe we can try again. You can apologize to Yang in the next life.

Raven: I-I would like that...

*flash*

Willow: I really picked a bad time to stop drinking.

Whitley: At least we can spend our last family time together.

Weiss: As much I hate saying this. I'm glad I at least got to spend my last time on Remnants with you, mom and.... Wait a sec, where did Winter go?

Qrow: Boy. I really picked a good time to start drinking.

Winter: Qrow. There's something I wanted to tell you.

Qrow: Fire away Ice queen.

Winter: *gets down on one knee* Qrow Branwen will you marry me?

Qrow: Uhhh.... all right.

Winter: Great. Let me introduce you to my family. Weiss meet your new brother in-law.

Qrow: Uh hey Ice princess. I guess I'm marrying your sister now.

Weiss: WHAT!!! If you think I'm letting a drunk deadbeat marrying my sister then you must be fuc...

*flash*

Ruby: This it Jaune. Are you scared?

Jaune: Very. So how do you feel Ruby.

Ruby: Same... It's not supposed to end this way.

Jaune: I know Rubes, but what done is done. And I'm glad I got to spend the end of the world with a friend.

Ruby: Yeah... Ah screw it. Jaune please don't get mad at me.

*kiss Jaune on the lips*

Jaune. I love you.

Jaune: W-what?

Ruby: I said I love you, you dork! I've been in love with you for a long time. I always wanted to tell you this but there was never a good time to do so.

Jaune: I see. Then I also have a confession to make. I feel the same way too. For a long time. I thought you don't feel the same way as I do.

Ruby: Well now we know. I just wish we have more time. To go on more dates, to go on a beach together, to get married, have kids and grow old togethers....

I don't want to die Jaune. Not yet. Not until we achieve our dreams together.

Jaune: I know Ruby but it's too late for that. At least we will die together.

Ruby: I guess there are worst ways to die. Jaune I love you and I hope we get to see each others again in the next life and the next life after that.

Jaune: Ruby I love you too. And I promise to always find you no matters where you are.

Ruby: And I will promise to always love you.

*kiss Jaune for the last time*

*flash*

Will make an epilogue if this gets 100 likes.

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gojo-mochi · 2 months

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My Babysitter turned into a Dog?!

You were supposed to babysit Yuuji today but instead you found a stranger in Choso's house...Dilf!Kenjaku

CW: Dubcon/Noncon (Usage of Hypnosis), Manipulation, P/V, Creampie, Oral (M & F-Receiving), Fingering, Overstimulation, Light Choking. Dom Kenjaku. Puppy Play. Nonconsensual Recording. Breeding kink. Belt Collar. Bit of blood play.

A/N: Manga Spoilers! I wanted to do this back in Dec… but events happened…. But hey Alexa plays “Daddy’s Home” by Usher . Papa is back with the milk, choban^i oat milk to be exact (it really good you should try the creamer). Blah Blah Blah not gonna dump my feelings here just go on and read the smut you wild animals.

PS: I don't know what happened to the smut part, another part of me took over and went wild so it might be different from my other pieces, be warned

Part of this event!

Word Count: 11k

You carefully stomped your way over to Choso’s place, pulling up your scarf over your nose as another blast of winter frost came your way. You promised Yuuji that you would make snowmen with him today, but it doesn’t seem like the weather is going to die down anytime soon. You hummed to yourself as you made your usual trek to the quiet and grand house where Choso and Yuuji lived. You first met Yuuji when he got lost and ended up wandering around in front of your apartment. He was the sweetest little boy you ever met, albeit a bit hyper at times.

His round and chubby cheeks were stained with tears, calling out for “Big bro Choso!” You crouched down near him and soothed him enough to get some information; he instantly took a liking to you, clutching onto your hand as you walked him back to his house. Halfway through, he started babbling about everything and anything—his friends at school, his big brother, his family, the cereal he likes. All sense of panic and fear quickly vanished with you by his side. As you stepped onto the driveway of Yuuji’s house, a disheveled-looking man with twin hair buns came running out of the house, diving straight for Yuuji. Holding him in a tight bear hug for a quick minute, then letting go so he could check over for any injuries as words spilled out from his lips.

He didn’t even notice you were there until Yuuji wiggled out of his grasp and went back to hug your leg. You looked down at this “Big bro” as his mouth dropped in shock seeing his sweet little brother leave him for someone else. You took this chance to study his face a bit, noticing dark eyes covered in heavy purple shadow, multiple piercings, and a sad-kicked puppy looking pout adorning his lips as he called for Yuuji again. You had to stifle a laugh as Yuuji shuffled behind your leg even more. Yuuji’s older brother finally got back on his feet and introduced himself to you as ‘Choso’.

He told you that he was playing ‘hide and seek’ with Yuuji and was almost about to call the police when you rolled up. “I was tearing up the house looking for him.” Choso sighs out, looking at Yuuji, who now has a pout on his face as well, clutching at his shirt as his cheeks start to redden up again. He stepped out from behind you and ran to Choso, who quickly scooped him up in his arms. Holding him close as Yuuji gives out muffled apologies in between his sobs. Choso’s smooth baritone voice lulls both Yuuji and you somehow, as Yuuji’s sobs quiet down soon after.

Choso gently rubs Yuuji’s back and plants a soft forehead kiss as he brushes away his tears. “It’s alright; I’m not mad at you. I was just worried, that’s all. Next time we play hide and seek, just don’t leave the house, alright?” Yuuji burbled out more “Sowwies” and wiped his snot and tears on Choso’s shirt. Choso chuckles at the action, seemingly used to his little brother’s antics at this point. He shifts Yuuji on his arm and turns to look at you. “Thank you for taking care of my brother; I wouldn’t know what to do if something happened to him..” He shakes his head, shaking off any thoughts or visions of Yuuji being harmed.

“Let me pay you for bringing him back.” He steadies Yuuji on one arm as he reaches into his pocket with his other. You quickly wave your hands in front of you, “No, no! Really, it's fine! I’m just glad the little guy’s alright.” Yuuji pops up his head and looks your way as well, his chubby little hand reaching out for yours. You reach back out and let him wrap his entire hand around your thumb. Cooing softly, Choso watches on with a small blush on his face. Clearing his throat, he addresses you again. “Ah, I haven’t introduced myself, have I? I’m Choso, and you already seem to be acquainted with Yuuji here.” Said boy giggled happily, waving your hand up and down.

“Ah, right! The name’s Y/N; it’s really nice to meet you and Yuuji. I live in the apartment blocks just a couple of streets down.” Choso raised an eyebrow at that. “The student’s apartment? Are you going to Jujutsu Tech as well?” Yuuji released your thumb, giving you a chance to poke at his cheek, causing more giggles to spill out. “I do, actually! I’m studying hospitality currently; I’m guessing you go there too?” Choso nods, “Yeah, but I’m in criminal psychology. That must be why I haven’t noticed you on campus before.” Choso murmurs out the last part under his breath, hiding his blush with another cough.

Your phone rings, reminding you that you have only two hours left before your test closes online. You silently cursed to yourself, forgetting all about it. You wave goodbye to Yuuji and Choso, “Sorry, I forgot I had a test to do online tonight! I’ll see you around campus though, later!” You start sprinting back to your apartment, leaving behind a bewildered Choso and a waving Yuuji. Yuuji tugs at Choso’s shirt, “Can we see the nice lady again, Cho-Cho?” Choso runs a hand through his hair and sighs, “I hope so, I sure hope so…”

As luck would have it, you did end up seeing them again; you don’t know how you didn’t recognize Choso before on campus. His style and fashion choices are super unique, so you were able to easily spot him. The two of you got more acquainted with each other by taking lunch breaks when you both had a free hour from classes and studying together in the library. Choso mentioned Yuuji and how he wanted to see you again and asked you, “My classes sometimes run from evening to night, and I usually leave Yuuji with a babysitter, but I think he prefers you more. Would it be alright if I asked you to babysit him sometime?”

You readily agreed; you were also missing the little pink-haired toddler, so you didn’t mind. Choso offered to pay you the same rate as the babysitter, but you talked him down to only paying you half. Mentioning that it was no problem at all for you to babysit Yuuji. That was only a couple of months ago, and you got along so well with the two of them. Yuuji is a sweetheart and Choso, and while his outer appearance seems a bit dark and edgy, he was a huge dork and softball underneath all those layers of eyeshadow.

You finally reached the front porch of Choso’s grand house, shivering from the cold, you quickly brought out the keys that Choso gave you a while back. Turning the lock and stepping inside, “Yuuji! Choso! I’m here!” You called out, just in case they were already home. You checked your phone to see if any other text messages were sent from Choso.

Cho-Cho:

Cho-Cho: “Hey, I’m going to the Preschool soon to pick up Yuuji but I got called into work today. :c Would you mind looking after Yuuji for me when I go back home to drop him off?

You: “Course not! Tell the little guy that I’ll be waiting for him at home!”

Cho-Cho: “Alright, Thanks! ^-^”

You sent a quick message to him, stating that you had arrived at the house. Taking off your snow boots and shrugging off your jacket, you stepped further into the house. Humming to yourself as you make your way into the kitchen and pull out two mugs, some hot cocoa mix, and mini marshmallows. The mugs clink together as you start preparing your sweet treat for you and Yuuji when he gets home. You were so caught up in your little song and dance that you didn’t notice a new presence coming into the kitchen as well. “Oh my, what’s this now?” It was a deep and smooth voice, but not like Choso's, and unless Yuuji got an incredible growth spurt, you were sure that the voice belonged to someone you did not know.

You turned around quickly and found a tall, dark-haired man leaning on the kitchen counter. His eyes close to almost slit as he tilts his head and stares down at you. He loosens his tie as he observes you. “May I get the pleasure of knowing the name of the cute little intruder in my home?” He purrs out, and you fight hard to stop a blush from creeping up. “Your home? Last time I checked, this house belonged to Choso and Yuuji.” You backed up until you hit the counter, your hands quietly moving behind you to pull out a knife. The man tilts his head the other way, sort of akin to a cat watching over his prey; he stalks forward. “Choso and Yuuji? You mean my sons?”

Your hands start to tremble a bit under his gaze. He was close enough now to trap you between his body and the counter. “You’re their dad?” You questioned warily.

Your eyes narrow at him, and a hiss almost escapes your lips as you take in his appearance. He was wearing a sleek dark suit, with the jacket taken off and the sleeves of his white button up rolled up the way to his elbows. The hair color might be similar to Choso, and the overall dark and edgy vibes kind of fit with Choso too, but this stranger looks nothing like Yuuji. Well, to be fair, Choso doesn’t look like Yuuji either. Your eyes travel up to his face, his snake-like eyes carefully watching over your next move, his pretty jawline and cheekbones, and his bangs that softly draped over one side of his face.

And… stitches? Stitches that form a line going across his forehead. You stared a bit too long at it as the stranger let out a chuckle. Brushing his hair away from his forehead, “What is it, hmm? Like what you see?” You reply with a garbled noise, the hand that was on the knife jumping up in shock and making a racket in the drawer behind you. The stranger lets out a bigger laugh this time, easily moving closer in, chest to chest, as his long arms reach behind you to take the knife from your hand and put it back in the drawer, closing it. “Little girls like you shouldn’t be playing around with knives, you know; didn’t your parents ever teach you any better?”

Normally, you would have been mad at this statement and the fact that he so casually came up close to you and touched you without permission. But there was something off about him—something that made your knees weak and your mind spin. Was it the type of cologne he uses? It was dark, cool, and intoxicating. Mint, berries, and whiskey—almost an odd combination, but it works wonders for him. Maybe it was how his voice sounded—the way he spoke near your ear, sending tremors down your spine. Velvety with an odd accent you couldn’t place a finger on, almost unhuman-like, like he was an alien trying to mimic human speech or a siren trying to lure you into his trap.

The stranger took note of the look on your face and your body language, smirking as he didn’t move away from you, getting even closer in fact. Grabbing a hold of your chin and tilting it up so you could look directly into his eyes. “What’s wrong, pup? Cat got your tongue?” He purrs out heavenly, his hand colder than you expect; maybe he just got in from the winter front outside too. You shudder out a sigh when you see him lean in, your eyes closing down as you wait for the next action to take place. Then nothing; the coldness leaves you feeling nothing but a bit of shame and heat pooling in your stomach.

The stranger walks away with a wide, toothy grin, wagging a finger at you. “Now, what did you think I was going to do to you, hmm, pup?” Your face flushed badly, and you stood up straight, feeling your mind get out of the fog now that he was away from you. “Don’t call me that, and you’re the weird one here! Didn’t your parents ever tell you to respect people’s personal space?” You cross your arms and huff out your cheeks, walking past him and taking out your phone to text Choso. The stranger, or, you should say, Choso’s dad, watches you stomp off, his eyes never leaving your form.

Cho-Cho:

You: Hey!! Where are you?

Cho-Cho: Sorry, the storm got really bad here, so we’re hunkering down. We’re staying with the teachers now. -n-

Cho-Cho: You don’t have to come over anymore.

You: Are Yuuji and the other kids ok? And also, I’m already here with your…. Dad :/ Hes kinda annoying tbh

Cho-Cho: Oh right, dad's supposed to come home today. Yuuji and the kids are fine, they think it’s a sleepover. Yuuji keeps asking for you though :c

Cho-Cho: Don’t worry about dad too much, he's kinda weird but he means no harm.

Cho-Cho: Oh, Yuuji calling for me, I gotta go help look after the kids. Call me if you need anything \o/

You frown at the last message, a part of you hoping for Choso to say that this guy wasn’t his dad so you could call the cops on him or something. You glance his way again, noticing his eyes closed in a fox-like smile. He is... oddly beautiful; you’ll give him that at least. You roll your shoulders back and make your way to the door. “Since Yuuji or Choso aren’t going to be here, I’ll just take my leave then.” You mumbled, your cheeks feeling a bit heated from being around this strange man so much. He calls after you, “I don’t think you should open that door, pup.” You roll your eyes, not wanting to fall for any more of his tricks. “And why’s that?” You sarcastically retort back as your hand twists the knob open.

You barely opened it outward when the harsh winter wind blew the door wide open, almost throwing you to the ground as well. Snow and frost assaulted your vision. Your hands quickly tried to close the door again, to no avail, your boots slipping on the ice below you. Your eyes forced shut from the onslaught, you suddenly felt a tug on your hoodie, and you were pulled back into the house, and the door was slammed shut a few moments later. You kneeled on the ground, heaving out heavily as your body tried to regulate itself back to normal.

A hand is placed softly on your hair, petting you, and a soothing tone comes out to try to calm you down. Another hand is placed on your cheek, the large flat of the palm covering your entire cheek as it lifts your face up.

“There, there, you’re safe now. Hmm~, maybe next time you should listen to me?” You felt the warm breath of someone washing over your face as well, and your body reacted by leaning in closer to the source of the warmth. Sagging your head down until it reaches a comfortable place. Right in the crook of Choso’s dad's neck, his scent was comforting you, making you squish your face in closer.

His hand on top of your head continued petting you while his other traveled to your back. Rubbing up and down on your spine in a gentle manner, with enough pressure on his fingertips to make himself known there, The sound of a phone brings you out of your stupor; you lift your head sluggishly and blink at the face in front of you. The man gives you another toothy grin, pinching your cheek in a teasing manner. You scrambled back with a yelp, glaring furiously at him. He raised his hands in mock surrender. “You were the one coming on to me, pup.” He gets up and checks his phone, answering a call and giving you one last glance before walking off.

You stood up after a while of pretending what happened just didn’t happen. Shuffling your way in the living room and flopping down on the couch, grabbing a pillow and clutching it to your chest like some sort of protection charm. You switched on the TV and tried to focus on the random Hallmark movie playing on screen. Choso’s dad soon comes to the living room and flops down right next to you. Knocking his long legs right into yours, you scrunch up your nose and scoot your legs a bit away from the man. “Come now, Y/N~ Let’s get along with each other~”

He coos at you with that sickening sweet tone of his, and you hiss at him, “I don’t recall ever telling you my name.” He raised an eyebrow back at you. “Choso and Yuuji often talk about a cute little girl with that name, and I just assumed it belonged to you, pup. And while we’re on the topic, you can call me Kenjaku or Daddy too if you prefer~”

You almost threw your pillow at him for that last statement: “If you don’t like me calling you by your name, I’ll just stick to calling you pup then, or puppy perhaps?” He continues on, pretending not to notice how agitated you were getting. Sticking out his tongue at you childishly when you flipped him off. “Choso told me a lot about you; you know, he talks more about you than Yuuji does.” Kenjaku stares down at you with an indiscernible glint in his eyes. “I think it is only fair that I tell you a little about me, hmm?”

He angles his legs towards you as he places an elbow on the back of the couch and leans on his hand. The realization comes over you once again of just how imposing this guy was; a simple action like that made it seem like he was still towering over you.

He taps a finger on his chin, eyes closed in thought, “Let’s see… What should I tell you about myself? Hmm, I like grilled fish and simmered vegetables, I’m a single parent to Choso and Yuuji, and…” He opens his eyes as his hand brushes away his bangs, fingers tracing along his stitches as he watches your face. Your eyes glued to the odd stitching lace on Kenjaku’s forehead. “Heh.. and I work as a hypnotherapist!” He claps his hands together loudly, making you jump back in shock. Your eyes flicker back to the stitches on his forehead. You wanted to ask him about it but that would be rude. So you just ask him the next question on your mind.

“A hypnotherapist….?”You ask, unsure what exactly that means, Kenjaku nods, leaning in closer to you. “Just like a regular therapist, my dear. Expect I use some different techniques to get my clients to feel…. Better.” You don’t know why, but the way he said that sent a shiver down your spine. “Uh huh… so you just wave your hand around or make people look at a swinging pocket watch until they get better or something like that?” You lean back onto the couch, clutching the pillow tighter to your chest. Kenjaku smirks, “Not exactly, would you like to see my work in action?”

You raise an eyebrow at that, and Kenjaku gets up and stands in front of you. “I can see that you've been stressed lately, haven’t you? Exams, family issues, seasonal depression? Either way, I can help fix all that and make all your worries wash away~” You shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. “I’m not sure about th-” Kenjaku cuts you off by placing a finger on his lips in a shushing motion. “Just one try, and I promise I’ll leave you alone after. How does that sound, pup?” You pouted and thought about it for a moment. Your gut was telling you this was a bad idea, but something else inside you was curious to see how this would play out.

“It would sound better if you stopped calling me ‘pup’, but fine, I'll try this hypnotherapy or whatever.” You cross your arms over the pillow and look up at Kenjaku, who has an extremely wide and delightful smile on his face. “Good, good. Now just sit back and relax. Close your eyes and just listen to my voice. Don’t think of anything but my voice now…” You did as you were told, sinking back into the couch and finding a comfortable position. Letting your eyes shut close and sighing out as you listen to Kenjaku’s voice guiding you.

“Breath in slowly, feel the air slowly fill your lungs…and expand in…..and….out”

“In…..and……out”

You took in a couple of deep and slow breaths, feeling your chest expand with air, the rise and fall of it lulling you into a sense of calm. Kenjaku did a couple counts of breathing with you, making you hold each breath a second longer than the last. Your shoulders lowered a bit after this small exercise, but you were still wary. Your face scrunched a bit as you listened more to Kenjaku’s instructions.

“Hold your hands out for me, palms facing upwards, please.”

You hesitated for a bit but held out your hands, facing downwards, just to spite him a little. Kenjaku said nothing about it as his larger hands placed themselves over yours and flipped your hand around so your palms were facing up like he wanted them to be. Running his thumbs up and down your wrist and circling them softly on your pulse point. His other fingers slowly trailing behind, and his nails gently scraping the inside of your palm. In a methodical, rhythmic pattern, he continued to dance his fingertips on your palm, as he spoke again.

A pleasurable shiver was coursing through your body at the feeling of his fingertips dancing along your skin. “You’re a strong girl, aren’t cha? Hmm, I can tell, shouldering so many burdens lately. You poor thing…” He sighs out, thumb-tapping on your pulse point, almost matching the way your heartbeat was thumping against your chest. “Poor little girl… suffering so quietly so you wouldn’t burden the people around you. When’s the last time you did something for yourself, hmm? When’s the last time someone did something for you..” Your mind raced to think of something to answer his question with, you barely felt it when his hand crept its way up your arm.

His nails lightly dragging down the length of your arm in a soothing manner, “You don’t need to answer me verbally, pup. I know… I know how strong you’ve been and how much you've been holding back. You're such a strong girl, doing so good. So good… You deserve a reward, don’t you think so?” It was weird, you could hear Kenjaku perfectly fine, but after some of his sentences, it felt like a second Kenjaku was whispering right behind your ear. It was weird but also oddly comforting? You agreed with everything he was saying so far; you did deserve a reward for working so hard lately.

“I can take care of that. I can take care of you… trust me… Trust me, won’t you?” His hands circle around your wrist, and you feel his presence get closer to you. Your eyes twitch, but you keep them closed. “I know you’ll trust me, smart girl, like you understand that I would never hurt you, right? I would never…” His minty breath sweeps over you. When did he get so close…? You start to lean in unconsciously, almost bumping your head with Kenjaku’s. A chuckle slips from his lips, and he rests his forehead on yours, interlacing his fingers with yours. “Good girl… You can find comfort in me; I am here for you… I can make you feel so good…trust me…”

It wouldn’t be too bad of an idea to trust him, right? I mean, what the worst that could happen, you deserve something good to happen to you. One of his hands leaves your arm to delicately caress your cheek, his fingers playing with the soft flesh. His thumb softly running over your bottom lips, “Trust me? You can trust me… Let me show you how good I can treat you, puppy.” You nodded dumbly, trying to lean even more forward, accidentally pushing his thumb pass inside your mouth. Kenjaku’s laugh a bit loudly at this, slipping his thumb out and licking away at the small speck of salvia that came out.

“Impatient aren’t we, pup?”

He leans down, pressing his lips onto yours, firmly gripping on to the back of your neck. He gives you small smooches on your lips, pressing each one longer than the last. You tug on his shirt, feeling a pit of warmth start to bubble inside you. A small whine comes from you. You’re a good girl; shouldn’t you deserve more than just small kisses? Your eyes flutter open to finally take a look at him. Was he always this handsome and ravishing? The background seems a little blurry to you; the only thing that you could see clearly was Kenjaku. You kept tugging on his shirt to pull him in closer.

“Hmm? What’s wrong, pup? Can’t use your words? Silly puppy… of course you can’t, puppies can’t speak after all. All you need to do is bark when I say so, and whine when you need something, alright?”

His fingers start to trail down your spine; “Very simple thing, I know that a smart puppy like you would have no problem following these simple rules, right?” Before you could answer, he pressed his lips on you again, holding his lips against yours almost suffocatingly. Still, there was no tongue in this kiss, and you were getting impatient. You paw at his shirt, unbuttoning the top two buttons sloppily. Kenjaku stops your hands and holds your chin up, a disappointed look is painted on his face. “Patient, pup. No need to act so unruly now.” Something in your chest got twisted, and you felt the air get punched out of you. You didn’t want to disappoint Kenjaku. For some reason, seeing him with that face made you instantly back down.

Kenjaku holds you in place though, a smile reappearing on his face, swiping his thumb over your bottom lip. “Good puppy, I know you didn’t mean to be bad… my puppy… Sweet girl, you’re still ready for more, right?” You start nodding but stop halfway as a part of your brain starts to wake up a bit, the fog clears a bit. Your mouth opens to speak but Kenjaku shushes you with his tongue this time, slipping it inside and brushing against your own tongue. The fog comes slamming back full force into you once again. Your hands clutch on to Kenjaku’s shirt once more as he leans you back onto the couch, pressing his body directly on top of you.

Kenjaku holds you in place though, a smile reappearing on his face, swiping his thumb over your bottom lip. “Good puppy, I know you didn’t mean to be bad… my puppy… Sweet girl, you’re still ready for more, right?” You start nodding but stop halfway as a part of your brain starts to wake up a bit, and the fog clears a bit. Your mouth opens to speak, but Kenjaku shushes you with his tongue this time, slipping it inside and brushing against your own tongue. The fog comes slamming back full force into you once again. Your hands clutch on to Kenjaku’s shirt once more as he leans you back onto the couch, pressing his body directly on top of you.

He kissed with precision and a carnal greed, his tongue overlapping over yours, coating it out and sucking on the wet muscle, making you groan with need. He grinds his hips on you, giving you that much-needed, delicious friction right on your core. He takes your hands and places them right above your head.

“Keep 'em here, pup.” He growls out, lifting up the hem of your hoodie and pulling it up and over, doing the same to your shirt underneath until you were left bare with only a bra covering your chest. Your arms try to move down to cover yourself from his heated gaze, but Kenjaku snaps his fingers at you, “Ah, ah. I didn’t say you could move yet.” Your arms snapped back up in haste, and an embarrassed blush dusted your cheeks. Kenjaku coos at you, patting your cheek softly with the palm of his hand, “Good girl~ Keep being good for me… Now, let me start my second phase of treatment, hmm?” He trails his hand down from your cheek down onto your shoulder, playing with the strap of your bra.

Hooking a finger underneath it, sliding it slowly off your shoulder, and doing the same on the other side. Pushing down your bra just enough so your perky nipples could pop over the top. He lets out a content sigh upon seeing them, leaning in so his breath could tickle over your pretty little nubs. You shivered at the contact, and your arms shook a little too, starting to feel a bit tired from holding them up for so long. But you didn’t want to disappoint Kenjaku again, what if he stopped his treatment? Still, you were getting a little impatient with how slow he was going. You wiggle a bit, and a small pout adorns your lips.

Kenjaku glances up at you, chuckling softly. “My, my. Such a needy pup, aren’t you? But I suppose that’s my fault. I did tell you that I would take care of you, didn’t I?” He guides your arms down to your side; “Keep them there, and don’t touch me until I tell you to, alright? It's for your good.” Your answer was cut short by a moan as Kenjaku’s tongue flicked out to ravish your nipple. Swirling around the swollen bud with the tip of his tongue, his hand comes up to play with the other side, groping and pinching your breast in all the right places. Your hands dig into the couch, trying to steady yourself from the onslaught. Your head tilts back as he finally puts his mouth on you.

Capturing your pretty little nub in his mouth and sucking harshly, teeth scraping over your sensitive flesh. He used his free hand to sneak down and unbutton your pants, just enough so he could fit his hand under and tease the outline of your pussy over your panties. Kenjaku was skilled at toeing the line between pain and pleasure, pinching and biting so often but not enough to make it truly hurt, always pushing you to the edge and then bringing you back down softly. Running his tongue over the bite marks, soothing the pain away, his hand on your chest gently rubbing on any red marks he left, while the other one distracts you by thumbing over the swell of your clit through your panties.

A delicate dance that he was the lead in, forcing you to play along to his whims. You could barely hear your own pathetic moans or feel how wet you were getting; the fog in your brain was overcome by the increasing pleasure. At some point, he pulled your pants to the side and started to rub the pad of his thumb directly on your clit, tracing nonsensical words or patterns on it to keep you on the edge. He leans up and away from your marked chest, to whisper in your ear, his husky voice giving back-handed praises that you couldn’t wrap your head around, it only made you all the wetter.

Your hips bucked up to get more friction for your much-needed release, if only Kenjaku wasn’t pushing you back down by the hips each time you tried. “Ken-Kenjaku, please! I deserve it, right?” You blubbered out, tears falling down your cheeks, which Kenjaku happily wiped away with his tongue. “I’m a good girl….” You whined, bucking your hips even more as Kenjaku increased the pace of his thumb.

He only hummed in response, licking a stripe up your cheek and placing a small kiss on the corner of your eye. “I didn’t know that my sweet puppy was such a slut. Poor thing, did all of those college boys fail to give this pussy what she needs?”

He slowed his pace down but slipped a finger in your sopping wet entrance, still finding some resistance and tightness even with all the buildup. Your body moves to try to adjust to Kenjaku’s long finger, but he quickly shushes you, planting more kisses on your tear-stained face. “You do deserve it; you’re right. You are my good puppy after all… All mine now... Say that you’re my good puppy, and I’ll let you cum, hmm?” He slipped in another finger to add to the stretch as your mouth parts opened to give him his answer. A choked moan escaped your lips, and you struggled to form the words he was looking for.

“I-I’m your good puppy.”

“Again.” He starts to scissor his finger, the stretch starts to become a little painful.

“I’m your good puppy..”

“Louder.” His thumb stops its assault on your clit but his fingers keep plunging deep into your cunt.

“I’m your good puppy!”

Your scream was mixed with the lewd, squelching sound of your wet cunt as he returned his thumb and your hips jerk up in rhythm with his fingers. Your hands left the couch to find purchase on Kenjaku’s shoulders, digging in as your body arced off the couch, an intense orgasm ripping its way through your body. Kenjaku pulls out his fingers until only one remains in your cunt, curled in a bit to still tease your g-spot. His thumb smears your slick on the area above your clit, occasionally grazing it and laughing at how your body twitches each time it does.

Pulling out his finger as whimpers formed on your lips, “Good puppy~ Since you did so well, I’ll overlook you speaking without turn this time.”

He lifts up his soaked hand and smears his fingers on your lips, parting them open and slipping them on your awaiting tongue. Coating your wet muscle with your own sweet slick, his long fingers descend further down your mouth, almost reaching your gagging point.

“You’re still hungry for more, aren’t you? I know that something as simple as that wouldn’t be enough to satisfy my greedy pup.. My good puppy… Just keep listening to me, and I'll treat you right.” He holds your chin in his other hand and shakes it up and down to make it seem like you were nodding. You try to gurgle out an answer with his fingers still shoved down your throat, but he laughs and kisses the bridge of your nose with a twinkle in his eye.

“No, puppy. It’s alright, no more words; just let me do all the talking until I tell you to.”

Once his fingers left your mouth, a string of salvia connected along with it. You swallowed down the building drool in your throat and looked up at him expectantly. “Hips up now, come on.” He pats your ass, hooks his fingers in your waistband, and swiftly pulls them off of you. Your cute, soaked panties were now on display as he palmed the front a bit, making you shiver and buck up to ride the palm of his hand. He sighs mirthfully at your eager display, lifting your ass up again so he could pull these off as well, stuffing the garment in his pocket.

He pats your cheek with a smile for listening so well and shuffles downward on his knees, lifting your own knees up and placing the flats of your foot on the couch as he settles down between them. A sudden wave of embarrassment befell you as you looked down and felt your drenched cunt start to stain the fabric of the couch. A whine emits from your throat, and you were about to speak, but a cursory glance upward from Kenjaku made you shut your mouth entirely.

He didn’t say anything at that moment, but your mind spoke for him. “Good puppies don’t speak unless told.”

You settled for another whine, hoping he would get your discomfort, but if he did, he didn’t do anything about it. Instead, he starts his next phase of treatment by trailing open-mouth kisses on the side of your thighs, down to your hip line, and right next to the place you want his tongue to be on the most. He left little nips and marks here and there, making you squirm and wiggle on the couch, his hands firmly grasping on the thick part of your thighs, pushing you backwards on the couch. He kissed right about your needy little clit, tongue darting out to spell his name right above it.

“K…E…N…J…A…K…U…”

As he finishes tracing the outline of the "U” he leans back, admiring his handiwork so far and the way your pussy keeps clenching around nothing. Using his thumb to spread your lips even further, he descends at an agonizingly slow pace, keeping his dark hazel eyes on your face the whole way down. It felt like forever until his lips finally touched your sweet, swollen clit, sucking on the nub softly. Tongue flicking out like a devilish snake, licking up and down your cunt, mapping out the spots in his head of where you’re most sensitive.

Your nails claw into the couch as mewls and whines pass your lips as Kenjaku works his tongue on your cunt. Nose often bumping into your clit, giving you that nice jolt of pleasure as he maneuvers your thighs over his shoulder, making you cross your legs over his neck as he pushes you back deeper on the couch. Moving forward along with you, sticking out his tongue and bobbing his head up and down as he tongue-fucked your tight little hole.

You couldn’t buck up your hips or try to move away; his arms were coiled around your thighs, and he put all of his weight and power into it. Leaving you a helpless victim to his divine and torturous assault, your thighs squeeze around your head, but that didn’t deter Kenjaku in any way; in fact, it might even be fueling him to go in even deeper into your willing cunt.

You vaguely wonder if he could even breathe from his position; that fleeting thought was quickly replaced by the coil in your stomach burning red hot and snapping instantly as Kenjaku moves his lips back up to suck on your clit. You lock your ankles together behind his back as your body shakes and jolts on the couch, and you feel odd vibrations as Kenjaku’s groans deeply when inhaling your sweet cream. Leaning his head back a bit to give small kitten-like licks on your trembling pussy as you ride out your orgasm.

You pants out small burst of air, glad to have some relief, but that only lasts for a moment as Kenjaku moves one of his hands from gripping on to your thigh to gently pull up on your pussy, lifting the small hood up and showing off more of your clit. His mouth is back on you, sucking quite harshly this time. Playing with your swollen clit on his tongue, the hand on your thigh gripping dig in your soft flesh. The tension inside your belly rapidly tightens and snaps into another blinding orgasm. Your vision goes white for a bit as you scream and thrash around on the couch.

Your chest heaves up and down as you catch air back in your lungs, tears pricked at the corner of your eyes as you calm down. All the while, Kenjaku calmly holds your face in his hands, thumb wiping away at any fallen tears, his voice lulling out soft praises to you.

“Good Puppy…”

“You did so well for me, you liked it, right?”

“I know you did, it was quite clear to see.”

He leans down to press a kiss right above your forehead, patting your head and murmuring more things that flow directly in your head.

“We’re not done yet, pet.”

“We have so much more to do… you can handle it, can’t you?”

“My big girl.. My precious puppy is so strong.. She can handle another session, can’t she?”

His fingers tilted up your chin so you were trapped in his vision once more, his eyes darken as he asked you directly this time.

“You won’t disappoint me, now, will you?”

His tone shifted, and your senses immediately picked up on that fact. Your body stiffened up, and you nodded frantically. Shoulder straightening back, eyes wide, and your hands came put together on your lap. Kenjaku smiles at your instant obedience, giving you plenty of kisses on your face to show how much he enjoys this reaction from you. Hands squishing your cheeks together and shaking you a little, much like how someone would do the same to a cute dog.

He takes a deep sigh and smiles wide, showing off some of his teeth. Were his teeth always this sharp…? He gives your cheeks one last pinch and stands up in front of you, his hands coming down to unbuckle his belt. Pulling the leather strap out of the loops with practiced ease, he holds the black accessory in his hands and looks down at you with an eerie grin on his face. You fidget a bit and twiddle with your thumbs, awaiting his next move.

“Though it’s not exactly a collar… and it is not as pretty as I would like it to be. This would work for now.” He muses to himself as he grabs your face forward, and moves the belt around your neck. Your breath hitched in your throat as the cool metal of the buckles slid around your soft skin. He loops the belt in and gives it a test tug at the end to see how it fits on you. It was a loose fit, but it still felt constricting by the way Kenjaku had the hold on the end of the belt, pulling it up so you were forced to look up as well.

“Come now, pet. We shall move this little therapy session elsewhere.”

He ushers you off the couch and as you were about to stand up fully, he stopped you; “Aht Aht, puppies don’t walk like humans, get on all fours like a good girl.” You completely froze up at this point; your brain slowly started to unravel from the spell Kenjaku put on you, and your face scrunched up in confusion. Kenjaku quickly realizes this and is quick to snuff out any flames that were lighting back up inside of you. He pats your head softly with a practiced smile on his face.

“Ah, sorry puppy. I forgot this was only your first day. No worries, we can work on that part next time. For now…” He bends down to scoop you up in his arms. “I’ll carry you as an apology, so don’t be too mad at me, alright?”

He taps your nose with his pointer finger and rests his forehead against yours, whispering as he looks at you directly, eye to eye. His hazel eyes seem to get darker the more you stare into them; his words echo in your mind, lulling you back down to that pliant state.

“You’ll forgive me, right? I am so so sorry, after all…”

His fangs stood out more at this angle, poking out when he smiled at you, one hand holding you up while the other caressed your face. You nuzzle right into the palm of his hand, forgetting all about what happened before, even though the belt was still looped around your neck. He placated you further by smothering your face in soft kisses. You giggled at the sensation, not realizing that he was already walking away from the living room with you in his arms.

The bedroom door clicks behind you two as Kenjaku sets you down on your feet. Hand brushing against the belt on your neck. Placing one last kiss on your lips this time, letting the feeling linger, his hands gently hold on to your waist as he pushes his body against yours. Grinding his hard bulge right against your body, his hands lower down to cup at your naked ass, sneaking a hand in between and swiping at your still-slick folds, teasing you a little.

“Oh, puppy, do you feel that? Feel how hard I am for you, right now.” He grunts lowly in your ear, pressing his body onto you once more.

“Can you help me with that, pet? You’ll be such a good puppy for me if you do…and I know how much you want to be good for me..”

He was right, he was unusually right about you most of the time, you did want to be good for him, to earn more of his sweet praise. So when he placed a hand on your shoulder and lowered you to your knees, you obeyed.

Kneeling down in front of Kenjaku, his pants easily taken off with his belt already gone. Your mind buzzes with odd excitement upon seeing him put out his leaking and throbbing cock, like you were made for this moment. To always be kneeling in front of this man, to serve him like a dutiful servant, an obedient puppy. Kenjaku tugs upward on the end of the belt collar, cupping your chin in your hand as he angles your face towards his cock.

“You know what to do, right, pup?”

You did; your body knew exactly what to do and how to please him, your tongue lolled out as your mouth opened up. Kenjaku keeps a hand on the belt but lets go of your chin as he slides his cock into your awaiting mouth. Letting out a low hiss at the feeling of your warm mouth greeting him, your cheeks automatically suck in as his length starts to slowly rub against the back of your mouth. You taste his precum that was leaking out—slightly salty but not overpowering. He fucks your mouth softly and sweetly, getting you accustomed to the feeling at first. His hand gently pulls on the belt around your neck, pushing and pulling you forward and backward on his cock.

A gentle rhythm, gradually letting your mouth and throat get used to the shape of Kenjaku’s cock. After a while, his cock starts hitting deeper parts of your throat, and you gag a little when it goes a little too far. Kenjaku soothes you by petting your hair and tucking your hair behind your ear as he guides you this time. A hand weaves in your hair now, grabbing onto your locks as he slides his cock back deeper in, nail-scraping the back of your head as he shows you how to put all of him inside your mouth. Your nose is buried in the tuft of hair at the base of his thick cock.

“Look up at me, puppy.” You barely realized now that your eyes were closed this entire time. Blinking away some tears, you look up at Kenjaku. Only to find your reflection in the camera lens of his phone, staring right back down at you. He tugs your hair back a bit, cooing at your expression.

He slides his cock out, and drool comes out with it—a sticky string of saliva connected from the bulbous head to the tip of your tongue. Dripping down to your chin as Kenjaku slaps the tip of his cock on your tongue, “Come on now, pup… stick your tongue out for me.” He uses his free hand to push away any strands of hair in the way.

“Good girl, fuck…. Look at you, so naughty, hmm?”

He takes a few pictures of your tongue out with his cock sliding in and out of your mouth, some with his cock pushed all the way inside your cheek, making it bulge out the side, and his other hand on your head, petting you anytime you start to get angsty. Giving you praise and soothing your worries away with his baritone and smooth voice. Pushing your mind deeper and deeper into the abyss, reinforcing how much of a good puppy you are for him and how much you wanted to please him too.

“Let's see if we can make a good video, shall we?”

He takes out his cock again, all covered in your spit. Preparing his phone in the right position as he hits the record button this time. “Alright now, puppy… Let’s show the camera your pretty face.” He pats your cheek and plants a thumb inside your mouth, lolling your tongue out along with it. He lets out a content sigh, looking at your almost fucked-out expression, his cock twitches at the sight as well.

“I want you to speak now, puppy. Speak for me, tell me just how much you love this cock that’s right in front of you.”

He removes his thumb from your tongue and grabs his cock, shaking it in front of you mockingly, like it was a special treat. You gulp down to clear your throat of leftover cum and saliva, your eyes glance from the length in front up to the phone in Kenjaku’s hand.

“Say; ‘Please Master… give me your cock, I need you so badly’ just like a good girl would.”

‘Master..? Was Kenjaku your master now? Master… Master… Master Kenjaku? Somehow the words roll off just right when you echo it back in your mind.

You kept looking up, the phone directly in your line of vision, when you were really just trying to look at Kenjaku’s face. Your voice came out more soft-spoken than before.

"Please, Master Kenjaku, please reward me with your cock for being a good girl.” Your hands clutch on to the ends of his shirt as you keep on pitifully begging for a treat from your master.

Kenjaku’s face slips, and he lets out a feral grin at your words, “Going off script? Hah….. I love it. Go on, keep begging me, my slutty puppy.”

He taps his cock on your cheek and you instantly start rubbing on it, not caring about getting your face even messier by doing so. “Please, please, pleaseee! Master, I listened to you so well. I need your cock so bad. It feels so good when you touch me and let me have it. I need, need, need it!”

You sneak in a couple of kisses and licks as you were rubbing on his cock, whining pathetically all in front of the camera. Your mind was not even comprehending the lewd and embarrassing words you were spewing out right now or the actions your body was doing, that small rational part of your brain was pushed all the way back. Locked away by Kenjaku’s voice telling you that this was the real you now, what you really craved, what you always wanted.

To serve someone, to have someone praise you for being a good puppy, a naughty slut…

It feels good to have Kenjaku pet your hair as he slips his cock back into your awaiting mouth, shoving it all the way in this time. Making you choke on the sheer girth of it at first before the length of it hits you in the back of your throat. Your cheeks were already feeling a little sore from how hard he was pushing, and you gagged a little when he tried to put your head down even more. He pulls your hair back away from his cock. You choke out a little bit of spit, coughing and sputtering.

Kenjaku wipes away the spit from your chin as he looks back down at you, sighing disappointingly, “I suppose you just aren’t ready for my cock yet.” He shakes his head, but he still keeps his phone lens on your face. “Guess we just have to move on…” He moves his other hand away from your head, and your stomach drops. You clutch on to his shirt, shouting out, “Wait!” Kenjaku hides his reaction from seeing your outburst, maintaining a neutral face.

“Yes? What is it puppy?”

You whimpered and tugged at his shirt; your lips quivered as you began to beg once more. “I-I can do it! I can take it all, please let me try again!”

Kenjaku’s lips twitch at your display, placing his hand back on your head, weaving his fingers in your locks, and tugging it back. “You sure, puppy? Are you sure you want this?” You nod your head instantly. "Speak, puppy, tell me that you want it again.”

“I want your cock, please! I can be good this time! I-I won’t choke, I promise!” You were desperate to please Kenjaku, who just shook his head at you, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear and lovingly squeezing your cheeks together so your lips puckered in an ‘O’ shape. “It’s alright, my sweet girl. Choking and gagging are part of the process; I’ll just go slower this time. Let you get used to the shape of my cock, hmm?”

He pokes the head of his cock back on your puckered lips, squeezing your cheeks together one last time and placing his hand back behind your head as he pushes you down once again. Your jaw is still sore, but it helps, as you were getting numb to the feeling. You flatten down your tongue as his cock slides over. This time, Kenjaku holds your head in place, rolling his hips forward as he face-fucks you sluggishly, drool accumulating in your cheeks with each slow thrust. The lewd noises it was making were loud enough for the phone to capture. Kenjaku lets you choke on about half of his length for a while before trying to force it all the way in.

“Now close your eyes and breathe in through your nose for me…good girl…”

You did as he commanded, still gagging when he shoves your face all the way down to the base of his cock, his pubes tickling your nose, and just before you start choking on it for real, he pulls you back. Letting you breathe for air, taking a small break before he pokes his cock head back against your lips, and you open up for it once more. Going back all the way down, staying there for a bit longer this time, and then he lets you go. Repeating this process over and over again, his cock sliding in and out of your pretty mouth.

Repeatedly hitting the back of your throat with each thrust, he had you stay down there for longer and longer until he was fully face-fucking you now. Kenjaku was letting his walls down a bit at this point as well, letting out deep groans and moans, cursing under his breath once he started to feel his balls tighten up.

“Fuck… that’s it, puppy. Take it, take my fucking cock like the good cock-slut you are.”

The hand holding the phone shakes a bit as he shoves his cock deep down your throat, way past your gagging point, but at this point, it doesn’t matter anymore. Not when his cock is practically about to burst, and you shouldn’t care about anything else but servicing his cock. You should be happy that Kenjaku was so willing to give you all his creamy cum directly down your gullet. With his hand gripping your hair tightly and one last groan, Kenjaku spills his cum in your slutty mouth, forcing you to drink as much of it as possible from the position you were in.

He slid his cock out of your mouth, your messy face covered in drool and cum. The recording light on the phone went off, and Kenjaku pocketed his phone with a happy sigh. Tugging upward on your leash as he brings you back to your feet, only then did you realize how much your knees were hurting from kneeling down for so long.

He wipes away the sticky mess on your cheeks with swipes of his fingers, praising you in a tender tone as you lean into his embrace. One arm around your waist to keep you from falling over as he finished gathering up any remaining cream.

“Say ‘Ah’, my sweet puppy.”

He smears the sticky mess on your tongue, making sure you clean up every single last bit of it from his fingers. Cooing at your obedience, once he was satisfied with your work, he rewarded you with a long and loving kiss on the lips. Tasting himself on your sweet tongue, you fully accepted it, arms thrown around his shoulders, letting your body sink into his. He chuckles at your actions, grabbing you by the waist, easily lifting you off the ground, and spinning you around. His lips never leave yours as he plops you down on the bed with him on top.

He tugs on your leash and pulls away, looking down at you, the back of his hand caressing your cheek in a fond manner.

“You know… It would be quite ironic if I were to fuck you in doggy style while you’re in this state...” He whispers, not talking to you, just voicing his thoughts out loud as you snuggle against his hand. Your eyes just glazed over at his words, barely listening, as you could tell this wasn't a command. His hand lowers down to grasp at your neck, barely applying enough pressure to his fingertips, so you know he has it there.

“I think, though, since it's our first night together, one of many… I’d rather fuck you while you could look at me and remember this moment forever.” He rips open his shirt’s buttons, leaving you with a full view of his toned abs. His other hand wanders down as he positions himself in between your legs. His thighs pushing yours apart, giving him access to your still wet pussy. He snaps his fingers in front of your face and gets your attention.

“Puppy, I want you to do something for me now. If you want your Master’s cock to fuck you..." He emphasized the word “Cock” and slapped his hard length right on your pretty clit. Making jolt up and yelp a little at the contact. “I want you to take your cute little hands and spread open your pussy for me. Can you do that for me, puppy?” He rubs the tip of his length into small circles on your clit, making you mewl and buck your hips for more friction, but he holds your hips down with his hands and makes a disapproving noise.

It quickly stops your movement, and you whimper out an apologetic noise, your hands slowly coming down your body to not accidentally anger your master once again. Stopping right on either side of your pussy. Kenjaku nods at this, “Good… Good… Now, take your thumbs and spread it out for me and watch. Watch as I fuck you and take you as mine.” Your hands shake a bit as Kenjaku starts to slide his veiny cock down from on top of your clit, sliding right down the middle of your pussy, making you feel his throbbing veins as he pokes the thick head at your entrance. Your thumbs stretch out to the edges of your drooling cunt, doing as your Master commanded and spreading it out for him.

Kenjaku rolls his hips forward, his fat cock slipping past your entrance with each roll of his hips, rutting against your clit. Making you even more riled up than before, whining for him to fuck you already. His hands dig into the plush flesh of your waist to stop you from squirming at the sensation. Only when you felt like actually using words to beg him to do something else did he stop and fully slammed his length all the way.

You yelped and cried out at the sudden intrusion, scrambling backwards to get away from the abrupt burst of pain, only to be pulled right back in by your hips. Kenjaku’s fingers digging into the soft flesh of your ass. Smacking you on his cock, your slick and drool cover his cock, making it quite easy for him to keep ramming into you. The squelching noises got louder and louder with each harsh slap against your hips. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to focus on anything but the pain and solely on the pleasure, but your head and body kept bouncing off the bed, making you a bit dizzy.

Your hands search around for something to grab hold of, to steady yourself on, but even trying to clutch on the bed sheet proved futile with how hard Kenjaku was fucking you. Your legs forcefully spread around his waist, his hands cupping your ass up in the air as he rutted inside you, bucking his cock up at the same time he was holding you down. Just nonstop bouncing on his length, your poor pussy had no choice but to stretch and fit to his size. Still, it felt like with each roll of his hips, he was reaching deeper and deeper inside your cervix.

Finally, Kenjaku seemed to take notice of your dilemma, or he just noticed how you were keeping your eyes closed and biting your lips. He let go of your ass and grabbed your wrists with one hand. Slamming them down beside your head, he kept up his rhythm, abusing your tight, needy cunt as he leaned down to face you.

His minty breath washes over you, his lips ghosting and his tongue softly licking at your chin and cheek. Wiping away your fallen tears, “Puppy.. Puppy… Open your eyes, I want you to look at me when I fucking claim you. When I mark this pussy as mine, do you understand? I want you to be present for every single moment your Master’s cock slides into your desperate cunt.”

He interlaced your fingers together with his tongue, lapping up the small dribble of blood leaking from the wound on your bottom lips. You were biting so hard that you didn’t even notice your wound until now. Kenjaku sucks on your bottom lips when you don’t answer fast enough for his liking, running his warm tongue over and over again on your bleeding gash. Your eyes blink away some tears before fully opening to find Kenjaku staring at you. His eyes open half-lidded, but his attention is fully focused on your cute face, your expressions, and the lost and hazy swirl of confusion in your eyes.

“Is my puppy ready to be taken? Are you gonna be my good girl and let me mark your insides?” He bit down on your lips and pulled back, making the gash even bigger, with more blood dribbling out. You whine and start to close your eyes again, but Kenjaku removes one of his hands to grab at your throat. Squeezing it enough to cause you to choke on a moan as he starts to move his hips again. Dragging his length up and down inside your walls, his hand squeezing harder each time he reaches your cervix.

“Eyes open, puppy.”

His voice drops an octave deeper, forcing your head to tilt back, a whimper stuck in your throat. You had to obey; this was a real command, one that promised severe punishment if you did not follow. You open up your eyes as best as you can when tears are still pouring out of them, and you manage at best to force a grimace on your face. Still, seeing you try and listen to his order made Kenjaku happier, with his hand leaving your neck, roaming down your plush body, and hiking up your knees to your chest.

Throwing your legs over his shoulders as he fully presses his weight on you, one hand pressing down lightly on the bulge in your stomach. At this angle, he was hitting your cervix even deeper than before. His thumb extended down to play with your clit as he kept pushing down on your stomach. Thrusting in and out of your wet and sensitive cunt, he lets loose freely, grunting and moaning at the feeling of your pussy sucking him in.

Your puffy clit suffered so much abuse that, with the addition of his thumb rubbing tight little circles on it, it made you clench down tight on his hard cock. Your eyes started to roll backwards as Kenjaku sped up his pace. Your body bouncing up and down on the mattress, your tits jiggling with each pounding you take.

“That’s it, puppy. My dumb fucking puppy, don’t think anymore…fuck… don’t think, just let Master’s cock do all the work for you.”

“You’re gonna let Master breed this tight little pussy, won’t you? Oh-hahh, I’d bet you look good with my seed spilling out of you.”

He used his free hand to shake your head up and down, forcing you to nod. Drool seeped out the side of your open mouth, coating his fingers, but he didn’t care.

You felt your stomach get tighter and tighter as his thumb kept on rubbing away at your clit, his cock slamming into your cervix, and your legs dangling uselessly over his shoulders. Your body just being used as a fucktoy for your master now, and you love it.

You tried to mumble out something to let your master know you were close, but it all just came out in jumbles, whines, and whimpers. Luckily, your master knows exactly what you were trying to say, and he could feel your cunt start to clench more and more around him.

“Yeah, puppy? Hmm? You want to cum? You want me to cum in you?” You rely with a long whine at Kenjaku’s mocking tone.

“Yeah? Does my sweet dumb puppy want her master to cum inside her?” His hand shakes your head up and down again, whimpers, and drool coats your lips. Remembering his previous command, you struggled but managed to open your eyes back up, and that was the tipping point for Kenjaku. Seeing the fucked-out and dazed look on your pretty face made his ball tighten up and his cock twitch heavily inside you. He made sure to bury his cock deep inside your womb first before giving you the sweet treat you've been craving.

Spilling all his sticky seed inside of you, his thumb and forefinger pinched at your clit. Pushing over that edge once more, your cunt and legs are both spasming around him. With a high-pitched whine along with Kenjaku’s guttural groan, you both finished, your scent and juices mixing in with each other, becoming one. Kenjaku’s hands slither up to your face as he leans down to plant a gentle smooch on both your cheeks, letting your eyes close down softly.

“You’re mine now… sweet puppy…”

His words echo in your ears as the last of your energy is spent barely holding on. He sets your legs down and shuffles down next to you, petting your hair and resting your head on his chest, still whispering near your ear.

“Don’t worry though, I’ll keep you around, but I won’t break you… too hard.. I know how much Yuuji and Choso like you, heh.”

“Next time, I’ll introduce you to them as the new..family..pet ♡”

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safety-pin-punk · 11 months

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hey queer nd teen here i've been really interested in punk culture and the message drives me to tears but i'm scared of being called a poser because i feel like a coward

i hate cops and i think they should fucking die and the government is fucked and we have to look after each other. but i feel backed into a corner because i'm surrounded by family who would laugh at me and just wouldn't understand and i don't feel like i can Handle it but i Want to

as a shy and nonconfrontational teen with a shit ton of anxiety to boot i dunno. i admire brave hardcore punks who beat up cops and nazis but i Can't Be That

no need for a response but it would be nice

When I was a teen, I was told by my best friend that I could never be a punk. That I would never be a punk. But here I am. I was a shy quiet kid, and I’m still pretty quiet and prefer to avoid confrontations when I can. My point is, these things don’t prevent people from being a punk if its in their nature

Not all punks are the big tough punks who can physically fight those fights. Though they are a very important part of our community. But we also have plenty of disabled, neurodivergent, and chronically ill people who are just as punk, and even people who are just not into violence. They are advocates, they are researchers, they are community care takers. Being a punk isnt all about fighting evil. I actually think thats not the best way to look at it at all. Being punk is about caring for your community. And while ‘fighting evil’ is a part of it, there are a lot more things that entails.

If you truly want to be a punk, it seems like you are already going down the right path. You alluded to a not so great home life where it might not be the best idea to dress in alternative styles. You could always start with smaller, more subtle things. Or you can just wait until you can move out to start exploring that. Remember, being punk is more than just an aesthetic, and while the aesthetic may look cool, it is by no means a requirement to be a punk (honestly half the time I run around it cowboy boots and a flannel - in the winter I usually add the hat too)

You are a teen still. Growing and learning about yourself and the world around you. And so are your peers. Any teen who calls you a poser is being a jerk and doesn’t know all that much about the scene. Any grown adult that calls you a poser is probably a poser themselves who refuses to acknowledge that not every person comes from the same background. But I also feel like it’s important to tell you that what anyone else says shouldnt matter that much. Even if it feels like it does, if you let their words matter to you, you are giving them all the control.

Its okay to be young and not know a lot. Its okay to not dress alternative for any number of reasons. Its okay to not feel like you could go off and fight bad people. None of those things make you a poser.

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dropsofletters · 9 months

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sorry, who is mark lee?

—SUMMARY: she swore up and down on the night of her graduation as a doctor that she would never work with dr. mark lee. not under any setting. after all, she’s not here for people who get everything served on a silver platter just for being…nice?

however, years after their graduation, mark comes back into her life not brushing his hair and talking about a new project that they are supposedly going to be working on for the next three weeks, and all hopes of not working with him die down when she realizes…maybe, she had not truly known who he was.

sorry, but who the hell is mark lee?

—TITLE: sorry, who is mark lee?

—PAIRING: mark lee x reader

—GENRE: med school!au ; doctor!au ; neurosurgery resident!au ; gyn-ob resident!au ; enemies to friends to lovers!au ; idiots in love!au ; slowburn kind of.

—WORD COUNT: 12,000 words

—TYPE: fluff; humor; extra layer of fluff; angst

Heart wounded tight against her ribcage, she sits front row for the grand opening of a new chapter in her life. She relays perfectly still, wearing what Yoonoh had once called the ‘boring gray dress’ that she dreamed of having on for her graduation. Finally, as her pulse quickens, she is one step away from being called a title that holds so much interest and weight to her—to be able to put a name to everything she studied, to be recognized as such to the eyes of the world. For her, being a doctor is like exchanging identities, all the trials and errors coming to the flourishment of a new person ahead of her.

Now, the title that reads off her name and gives a certification to all the years she spent in between textbooks, needles and round-ups with doctors asking her endless questions, lays in between her fingers. Digits spreading against the tube with trembling motions, feeling the need to drop dead right at that moment. Yoonoh promised that he’d record the exact moment in which it happens. Her, called to the stage again, to give a speech to the rest of the graduates as the best grade of the entire career.

She had given it her all, though it wasn’t always the result she wanted on a piece of paper that weighted her will and thrive to continue down this path of endless studying. However, the road seemed a bit brighter now. Yoonoh, her best friend, sits right beside her—for, her family couldn’t make it because of the winter that had surpassed the city—, holding that pompous camera that he bought on a brim online as he sits on the edge of his chair. His caramel brown hair is pushed back, long nose crinkled as he squints one eye into the lens of the camera, pointing it towards the stage.

“It’s happening.” She mumbles, watching one of her cardiology professors—and representative of this graduation event—slip into the stage. He’s an old man, eyes wrinkled and lids heavier, though still wearing polished suits and raking a faint smell of the whiskey that, word has it, he’s been very familiar and all too lost in nowadays. She presses one hand to Yoonoh’s shoulder, the other weaving over her graduation cap, smiling as she bites on her bottom lip, holding in all the excitement that bubbles up from within her.

“Do you want me to record him or you?” Yoonoh is just as excited. Funny thing is, Yoonoh has been her best friend ever since they were neighbors back when they were just children. He surpasses her in age the slightest, not too much to make a difference, so he tried to protect her on the playground near their homes as ‘the older one’. As of now, she has to protect her friends from dating Jung Yoonoh. He has an eye for a med student.

“Him.”

“This group of people we have right here…” The cardiologist, Mr. Yoon, says as he inspects the groups of people. She remembers telling them off on their lack of studying back when they were rotating with him, nonetheless, now he smiles at the crowd. “Are all winners. I don’t see a single person in this room that I am not proud to say is my colleague now.” Those words flutter her heart, making her cling onto her hat the slightest. She’d throw it in the air now if she could, and get on that stage to read off the notes that she had oh-so-diligently practiced in front of the mirror. “I meet plenty of people every day. That’s the perk of being a doctor. You meet everyone to an extent that is universally deep, even your students. You see their hardship, tears, their biggest errors, their questioning and their will to try again. You either see them lose themselves or grow because of you. Good diamonds are made under pressure, and…” He trails his voice, taking off his glasses and rubbing at one eye before putting them on again. “There is one person that was already such a bright diamond. I remember the first time I got an answer in a grand round from this person and I was…sure about the kind of doctor I would have in front of me one day.”

“Fuck.” Yoonoh mumbles, smiling in a way that presents the dimples on his cheeks, before it happens. Just as her best friend is grasping her hand that had been on his shoulder, Dr. Yoon announces what she thinks is the winner of this entire race that is medicine.

“Doctors, family, friends, may I present to you the graduate with the highest graduation score.” Dr. Yoon smiles, extending a hand towards the screen behind him before his lips part to say what she had once imagined to be a dream, but has now turned into her grandest nightmare. “Please, let’s call to the stage Dr. Mark Lee. Let’s give him a round of applause. Dr. Lee, I know you’re there.”

Her world freezes.

She doesn’t know the precise quantifications, but a university student—much more in med school—should read more than a million words in order to be, somewhat, knowledgeable in his career. She spent day and night, losing her eyesight, blurring her sclerotic while looking at a laptop, writing notes time and time again, repeating stories written about patients, stammering through words just to get the answer out. She had tried so hard, wished for it and hunted for a dream that never happened.

“Stop recording.” She tells Yoonoh, spreading a hand on top of the lens when she realizes that it’s pointed towards her. The deception of not getting the first spot spread right in the main screen of the video that she planned on playing to her family when she went back home.

“I—I can’t. I’m trying.” Yoonoh stutters, giving the camera a few smacks to no avail. Both their gazes turn to the stage when they hear the cheering that follows after one of the two hundred graduates in the med field in this event. His black hair is parted in a comma hairstyle, from what she can tell by the little strand that peeks from under his cap. The gown is a little too long on him, cheeks dipped in what would be a childish smile as he shakes Dr. Yoon’s hand. She had seen this guy around, never coinciding in a grand round or talking through night shifts, but the face was definitely familiar. His eyes are twinkling when he reaches the podium, grasping the edges until his knuckles turn white.

She’s ready to stand up from her spot and leave, adding: “I’m leaving.” In a whisper that could only be heard by Yoonoh, but her best friend clasps a hand onto her forearm, dragging her down.

“The fact that you didn’t get first spot doesn’t mean you don’t get to celebrate your graduation. Stop pestering your mind when you’ve already reached so much. It’s your best day.”

“It’s not how I wanted it to go.”

“You’re still a doctor.” Yoonoh tugs her closer by her shoulder, practically pressing her into spot, unwilling to let her move.

Whoever Mark Lee is as a person doesn’t interest her. As he stands in the podium, stammering and stuttering to let out words in between a bunch of ‘uh’ and ‘well…’, she thinks that he may be the antagonist that she never expected to have. Clearly, he hadn’t prepared, and would it be so bad for her to feel envious towards what he is having right now? Sure, she’s not a woman of attention, always ready to keep her circle closed and straight to the point with the people whom she talked to and believed in, but she wanted her last moment in between those crowd of people that competed one against the other to be memorable. For her to say, in between all odds, that she had won.

Anyone who saw her would think that the tears in her eyes are out of emotion because of the speech Mark is giving, however, she’s tired. Of trying and never succeeding, so when the crowd goes crazy for, now, Dr. Lee, she proclaims him her biggest enemy, even when he doesn’t know her.

Tangled fingers in threads of hair, elbows propped on the desk where the medical records she had been working on are written and set in a handwriting that leaves much to the imagination, she wonders why she always likes difficulty. After the big failure of not even remotely called out as good when she graduated, venturing into the world of the easiest and perhaps, the most tranquil specialization and residency should have been her first thought. However, after years of not shutting an eye properly, and getting used to it like a toxic relationship does at most occasions, she decided it would have been a great idea to, two years later, become a full-time resident in the gynecology and obstetrics department. Where, sometimes, a woman just decides to pop by with her fetus almost popping out of her, because seven kids later…and the contractions aren’t quite as strong as they were with the first baby.

The problem relies on the fact that sleep deprived and thriving off coffee is not her best conceptualization of herself. She has attended seven births in what has been just twenty-one hours and, as a matter of fact, she was an observer in three c-sections. The problem is that, as a first-year resident, she’s asked to do most of the work. Hand wringed around a pen, and fingertips gliding across the keyboard to finalize the paperwork is something that she’s used to. As the third-year resident and the night shift’s boss, as well as her coworker, Dr. Johnny Suh, had decided to take a nap now that the seashore had died down a little, waves subsided because of teamwork.

All of this just to say that she needs sleep, if she doesn’t want to drool on all the graphics that include important details of the procedures that had taken place.

She had been nice enough to ask the interns to go sleep, but now that she’s alone, she’s not even in the mood to listen to music. Could keep her awake, but at what cost? All she needs at this moment is a tight shower that lets her glide a sponge on the deep crevices of her hands and a fluffy pillow that a hospital bed cannot provide, but her mattress back at home invites her to try. Only a few more hours and she can, after she finishes her work, go back to her apartment. Hoping that her roommate doesn’t decide to be an absolute ass the rest of the morning.

The problem is that when a night shift is far too quiet, it can only mean trouble. Much to her distaste, the sound of the emergency doors sliding open with a stretcher-bearer not following far behind is the notice that makes her stand up from her desk and hate this night. Not her job. God, providing some kind of relief to her patients is the only thing that keeps her awake, but when she expects to see a woman in her thirties perhaps being a few centimeters into birth, she’s received by a woman in her seventies, very clearly in pain.

“Doctor, this woman got to the emergency room bleeding.” The stretcher-bearer adds, rubbing his hands together, ready to take the next step.

With a frown to her features and a quick inspection to check skin—not too pale to consider the bleeding to be chronic—, and definitely still with even breathing and signs of being hydrated, she believes this could be something that happened very soon. “Put her on the examination bed.” The bearer does as he’s told, and while she’s being moved around, she sighs deeply. “Night, Miss. I’m the doctor of the shift tonight. Do you mind telling me what happened?”

Cheeks tinged red, the old woman looks to the side and huffs. “I—I just started bleeding.”

“Alright,” Though she’s not convinced, she thanks the bearer with a nod of her head and then, hums. The nurses don’t seem to be anywhere around her, so she starts moving around the room, waiting for the man to leave—which is done fairly quickly—to start looking for her gloves and speculum. “Do you have a history of endometriosis, fibroids, abnormal bleeding?”

The patient shakes her head. “Not at all.”

“How many kids?”

“Four.”

“All vaginal births?”

“One c-section. The rest were birthed.”

“Did you hit yourself, per chance?” She asks, sparing a look at the woman after fixing the inspection light. “I know this could be a little invasive, so I ask for your permission to have your clothes taken off so I can inspect with a speculum and vaginal palpation to see where the bleeding comes from.”

The patient trembles when she sits up, slowly taking off her pants and speaking to her while she does so. “No.” She responds, though something shifts within her. Perhaps, the delicacy and seriousness of her tone had been enough to grant the patient some kind of relief, because the patient toys with her hands, looking up at the ceiling as she drags herself to the proper position to be examined in. “Doctor…I…I was having sex with my partner. The bleeding started after a special position—”

Bingo.

The problem relays after she gets to the diagnosis. A cervical tear that must be taken to the operating room as soon as possible. Johnny gets there in the matter of seconds, only for the nurses to still be gone. The patient needed attention provided by them, and she knows there are around four or five nurses only for the Gyn-Ob night shift willing—or pressed—to work. None in sight, leading her to having to lurk through the hospital, through chilling corridors in bone white that breathe out the scent of isopropyl alcohol and iodine.

Once she reaches the nurses’ office, she’s surprised to see them gathered. At this hour of the midnight, grabbing bites of pizza and speaking to none other than a man whom she knows fairly well. Not personally, but she’d recognize that face just about anywhere. Mark Lee has let his hair grow the slightest, the black strands peaking from under his surgery cap, eyes dotted in tiredness behind rounded glasses. There are bags under his eyes and he smells like he has used cautery pen, a little bit like burnt meat. He has one leg crossed over the other, surgical gown opened in the back, munching on a pepperoni slice with all the tranquility in the world as he laughs along with the other older-aged women.

She clears her throat, making them jump and slicing through the lively conversation that they had been having with the super smart asshole, as she calls him, in his first year as a neurosurgery resident. “Oh, what a blessing. We have all my nurses here with Dr. Lee instead of attending the emergency that just got here. I have a seventy-six-year-old woman waiting for an IV line and for her surgical gown so we can fix her cervix tear. And our specialist is about to wake up, so we need to do it fast.”

She may not be the sweetest of residents, but she’s efficient. The oldest nurse, Mrs. Kang, yawns as she tosses what was left of her pizza on a plate. “Doctor, don’t get angry with us. I know it’s late, but we hadn’t eaten and Dr. Lee also hadn’t grabbed a bite.”

Oh, she knows. He had been operating since two in the afternoon. Lucky him that gets pushed into the operating room in his first year, while she’s Johnny’s little assistant. She does it with glee, for…various reasons. “You can’t all leave the emergency room. I was alone.”

“You’ve always done well alone.” Another nurse says and she glares at them.

“I know, but I shouldn’t be doing your job.”

Mark coughs a bit in his hand, and he’s looking at everyone with tension in his eyes. Irises trembling, legs now unfolded, and looking a bit stiff. “It’s my fault.”

Mrs. Kang gasps. “Not a chance! We’re just weak for your pretty little face and we wanted to share with you.”

Of course, everyone wants to share with Mark Lee, but not with her. “Dr. Lee,” She tells him, for she had been waiting for the perfect moment to pierce through his pride like he did with hers. Her chin juts forward, staring through the bottom of her lashes before speaking up: “I would be very happy if you didn’t steal all my healthcare workers to share pizza slices with you. Everyone speaks about how smart and good-looking you are, but here, we need to be respectful. Above all.”

“I understand.” Though, Mark has an air of innocence to him. Everyone sees him like a cloud in a world of pebbles, soft and kind, and she almost ate it up when he grabbed a slice from the box just as he says: “Would you like a slice? I watched you as I got out of the surgery room and you looked like you hadn’t eaten the slightest.”

She hasn’t, but she won’t admit to fucking Mark Lee that she was starving and perhaps, just about to cry.

She wants to grab it, but ugh—that would be losing against him, isn’t it?

Mrs. Kang is, luckily, loud enough to awaken her from the glare she has casted upon Mark’s face. He has dimples that form even when he is just speaking, slim eyebrows and tall cheekbones, a fold on his bottom lip that creates a shadow inviting in this nice lighting. “Aw, c’mon, Doctor, how could you be mad at Dr. Lee?”

“Could we just please hurry up the work so we can stop that poor patient’s bleeding, please?” She asks, closing her eyes tightly, torn away from that hypnotization that Mark Lee somehow does so well.

“Alright, come with me.”

Thankfully, she turns around and doesn’t have to look Mark Lee in the eye again. That’s how he gets people, portraying that sweet and innocent face that probably gets too many opportunities just for that alone. The least she needs is to be like the nurses going crazy over him. She won’t fall for the whole persona Mark has constructed.

Her laptop is about to die. Or she is about to die. Whatever happens next. Who knows?

Johnny, on the other hand, has decided that it is appropriate to just sit on the desk of their shared office—just for residents—, more like lay on it, as she types away on the presentation she’s preparing, keeping it as developed and actualized as possible. However, the topic that she should be presenting on the congress that the hospital will be hosting in their fiftieth anniversary is still a bit loose. In the sense that it hasn’t been approved, and she’s not quite sure if being granted Johnny’s spot is any better.

Locks of black hair cascade on each side of his face and she can only get distracted from her job by one person only. It’s a bit stupid that she was once Johnny’s intern, as he was fresh in the residency, and now they are colleagues. Back then, she never thought she’d hold a crush on someone so…basically loved. Everyone could fall for Johnny, but now that she knows him, she envies and likes him at the same time. Never breaking a sweat, dangerously threading through portions of her heart that she deemed unvisited for many years.

“Why didn’t you want to do this presentation?”

“I am not a great public talker. Or well, I am, I just don’t like doing it.” Johnny sits up, clearing his throat in a way that has her scrunching her nose the slightest. Okay, that wasn’t really attractive. He sniffles soon after. “…And I may be catching a cold, so the first person I thought about was you. You’re, like, the smartest one of our residency and you’re just beginning.”

Maybe, that’s why she likes him so much. It has been a while since someone has truly told her something of that kind, and she’s starting to believe that intelligence is not really her most fitted dress. However, sweet words won’t take away the stress she feels. “More of a reason for me to doubt you. First year residents are torn to shreds in congresses. Could you have—?”

“Taken this choice just to ruin something special for you? Jesus, I’m an asshole, but I graduated as a doctor. I have to have a bit of human in me. Within me. Not like in me. I don’t have anyone in me.” Johnny speaks a little too much before dropping off from the desk. Just when he’s about to say something else, her laugh is cut off by someone knocking on the door and before Johnny could even invite whoever is there in, a head pops through the small slit that was caused by the door being opened.

Lord and heavens. What kind of karma is she paying? Did she step on a puppy a little too hard or did she steal someone’s boyfriend? Because none other than Dr. Mark Lee is standing by the door, sporting that coat that he always wears and is a little too big on his bodies. His ties are a tad shorter than what they should and alongside Johnny, he looks frankly small. In confidence and, also, in height.

Judging by how close they are as Johnny hugs him.

“Dude, I’m totally freaking out.” Mark speaks a little too quickly and Johnny clicks his tongue.

“You’ll do fine. What kind of neuroscience shit are they having you talk about?”

Oh, she’s not even going to pretend like she’s surprised. She expected Mark to be invited as a spokesperson in the event. Everyone adores him, and he has also been one of the leaders of the theorical science studying team in the hospital for the past year. Of course, she understands him being picked. Nonetheless, when he widens his eyes towards her, she knows something is wrong. As in, for her.

“Oh, actually, that’s why I came here.” Mark stumbles, turning to look at her and lifting two fingers in the air as a form of a greeting. She only gives him a curt nod. “…Dr. Hong told me early this morning that you should check your emails more constantly. I was informed that we are going to present a study on the use of antiepileptics in eclampsia.”

No. No fucking way.

She can work with him in the same hospital meters away, but the way her ego would be torn just by sharing a stage with Mark alone is not something she wants to go through. Words will mingle across the room; with people saying that he’s better than her and that he had once won over her. She knows how people adore Mark Lee, and how gray she is in a world filled with color.

“Anticonvulsants? With you?” She questions, standing up and spreading her hands across the desk. She feels a little tense thanks to the skirt she had pressured herself to wear instead of her usual scrubs, just because she wanted to feel pretty and professional. Mark’s eyes gravitate towards her legs and she swears she sees a blush flying to his cheeks. “I’m sorry, Dr. Lee, but I already have a presentation that I have talked about with Dr. Hong.” The owner of the hospital, mind her.

“Yes, about eclampsia, but considering I am going to talk about antiepileptics and people rarely know the proper and organized treatment and ladder of management for pregnancy, I think it could be amazing to present—”

“Us two?”

“Yes.” Mark stops, sparing a glance towards Johnny from the corner of his eye. Silence basks them for a second before he asks: “Is there a problem I should be aware of…or that I am missing out on?”

She sighs deeply. Okay, this is the moment she sits Mark on a chair the same way she had been planted on one when she had lost her biggest goal to him. She spares Johnny the benefit of gossiping about this. “Dr. Suh, could you please wait for us outside? I have some matters to talk about with Dr. Lee.”

She rounds the table by the time Johnny adds: “Shit, and just when things were about to get saucy.” Johnny does as she says, however, opening the door and disappearing with a swoosh of his lab coat. Mark just stands there, looking like a lost deer in the headlights, black hair still not pushed back with enough gel to make him look perfectly polished and professional.

“So…” Mark trails and she chuckles sarcastically at his words.

“Yes, I have a problem with you.” She tells. “I didn’t know about your existence before, Dr. Lee, with all due respect and you decided to show yourself up the one time you shouldn’t have. You’ve been granted everything in a silver-platter and while we had almost the same score when graduating, people just loved you more for speaking in front of everybody. ‘Cause you are sweet and like a boy-next-door, but that’s not what medicine is about. This is about hardships, still trying, and succeeding at the end. It’s about being strong enough to study and make people survive.”

Mark raises his eyebrows at that moment, gaping at her words before shaking his head. “Let me understand this well.” He internalizes her words before splaying a hand on his chest. “I am truly sorry you feel like that, but I also tried hard. The fact that I have not grown bitter over the career doesn’t mean I don’t care about it, or that I don’t have to study like a madman every single day.”

“I can’t even shine by my own because I have to be your little shadow.” She tosses, only to have Mark shrugging.

“You’ll shine! I’m not here to make you feel any less. Geez, you’ve created this competition out of nowhere.”

Of course, Mark is always eager to make himself look more caring and sweet. She understands that he may be so, but to her, Mark doesn’t care about her the slightest bit. He’s just overrated, over the top, a little too dull for her to feel fine with losing to him.

“Well, if we’re going to talk about anticonvulsants—”

“Antiepileptics.”

“Jesus, can you let me talk for once?!” She raises her voice, only to have Mark crossing his arms over his chest.

“If we’re going to work together, you have to understand something. You know more about pregnancy than I do. I know more about the human brain than you do. And that’s just factual of specialization. If not, they wouldn’t exist.” He tells her, and for a reason, whenever he is granting information regarding his career, Mark’s voice turns deeper and sulkier. Why is she even listening to him this closely? “I say antiepileptics because the term anticonvulsant is no longer user, or not proper to use. Eclampsia counts as a cause of epilepsy.”

She sighs through her nose, pressing two fingers to her temple. “Alright. Antiepileptics. If we’re going to do this together, you…have to understand that I’m not used to getting along with you and I haven’t…thought about getting along with you. So, we’ll do our best to make a great presentation, and we’ll listen to each other as closely as we can without constantly interrupting ourselves. Am I correct?”

“Never planned on doing anything different.” Mark whispers, frowning deeply when they hear a bang against the wooden door. “Someone’s there.”

“Johnny!” She screeches, only to heard another bang against the door.

“Sorry, I fell!”

“Why are you listening through the door?”

“Who said I was?!”

“You’re listening right now.”

Then, the conversation goes dead silent.

“Fine.” Mark says.

“Fine.” She repeats, only to watch him open the door and that alone has her relaxing all the muscles in her body.

This will be the most horrible set of three weeks ever.

Mark can’t work in hospital settings, so he says. Yet, when he invites her to a packed-up park, the least she expects him is to see seated on a picnic cloth, wearing an oversized tank-top and reading from a neurology textbook with frowned eyebrows and squinted eyes. Even when his glasses are supposed to better his eyesight, he still has a hard time reading, it seems. The paper he has under his thigh, not even propped anywhere to be kept in place, holds scribbles of notes that he probably will forget about sooner or later. However, she inspects him from afar as she holds onto her backpack. Mark’s cheekbones tinge pink at the mere touch of the sun, short eyelashes glammed-up by the caress of the sunrays that pass by the tree over him. He has prepared some meals, too, from what she can see.

Next to him are two containers with what she can judge is bibimbap, and she wants to do nothing more than run away. Men are easier to understand when they don’t care about being nice, or people as a whole, as a matter of fact. She has never known someone that has truly been nice without expecting anything in return, and while Mark is now aware that she is not entirely pleased by his presence, he still tries to be…human.

“I wonder, sometimes, if you know about the existence of a hairbrush.” She whispers, though she doesn’t say it in a condescending way. A palm of hers splays on top of his hair, not even pushed back by gel, but messed up by the wind that tangles it in small waves. Then, she takes off her cap and places it on top of her head, only to have Mark looking up, eyes squinted because of the sunrays that probably surround her like a halo.

“I’m too lazy to do anything to it.” He says, though he doesn’t take off the cap. Instead, he turns the book around. Who would have thought Mark was a little bit of a nerd? “Did you know that magnesium sulfate is the first treatment that pops up to our heads when thinking of eclampsia, but that it is not the first line if we consider the antiepileptic treatments that are out there?”

“I stand by magnesium sulfate, and you’re not going to steal that away from me, Dr. Lee.”

“Mark.” He corrects, putting the textbook down as she sits. She looks at the pink cap on top of his head and she almost wants to laugh. He looks…innocent. “And as an obstetrician, you do. But as a neurosurgeon, I have to tell you you’re wrong.”

“Mark…”

“What?”

“We said no correcting.”

“You never said that. You said no interrupting.”

“Okay, let me read that book.”

The afternoon relays on the beauty of summer, August coming with the pressure of success as midterms arise in their residencies. However, for a moment, they are just two people studying together. She was right, though Mark doesn’t do much introduction to the meals he brought other than he made them, and while the pieces of meat he added are a bit burnt, she still eats with glee. Reading off the textbook Mark had brought while he’s lurking in his laptop and fixing their presentation, she starts to learn more from what he knows. The insight he has in the new, always lurking to be the difference, igniting protocols, excelling in research, not following after what is told and older doctors expect them to repeat.

Of course, they have to follow after what they know is correct but Mark actually ponders why such treatments are used. At some point, as Mark reads off one of the pages, she’s typing down the information on a presentation and their shared Google Document, laying on the picnic cloth and wishing the hours didn’t pass by so quickly. Now, she’s hungry again, and that doesn’t help her concentration, mind fading as she looks at the way the strap of Mark’s shirt had fallen off one of his shoulders, back dusted in endless freckles. Too many not to be noticed.

Without noticing, or perhaps, without really meaning to, she extends a hand. The tip of her finger trails a constellation of freckles on his back, his voice haltering suddenly, turning around with a jump to his movements. When their eyes connect, she can only spurt out an apology, but Mark’s eyes are widened, pulling the strap up his shoulder and almost hiding his back.

“I—I didn’t mean to make you feel insecure. Sorry.” She tells him and she’s about to let it be, but the image pops inside her head once again. And for some reason, maybe medical curiousness, she wants to know more. “You have a lot of freckles.”

Mark laughs about it, flicking a page to the side. “I didn’t have that many. I got them throughout med school.”

Her heart hammers a bit against her chest, worrying. Sure, Mark is not her favorite person, but she still doesn’t wish for him to go through real pain. “Are they benign?”

“Oh, they are freckles. Nothing like nevus or anything of that kind.” Mark replies, sparing her a look before spreading his hand on the side of his face, casting another shadow other than the one on his bottom lip. “Where I studied before I got exchanged here was really hot, so I’d have to walk to university every single day. I got severely sunburnt, even when I wore layers and layers of clothes. The skin on my back just changed tones a bit, that’s all.”

He didn’t have it easy. Sure, she had her family that could take her to classes on the first few semesters, and then it was Yoonoh helping her. She never had to go through that, but she felt for him. “Oh…” She trails, sitting up and sighing. “That’s why you decided to exchange here?”

Mark hums. “…Not really. I just wanted something different. I like being here and there. No matter the hardships.” Though, he does push the brim of his glasses higher up his nose. “The library was just a plus in our university.”

“Nerd.”

“Have to be so to be successful, don’t I?” Mark stands up at that moment, cracking his back and closing his laptop, that she had put aside. “I think I’ll head home now. Need me to give you a ride back home?”

“No.” Though, for some reason, she wishes Mark would invite her dinner. She means…it’s not like she wants to spend more time with him, but if they were both hungry, they could take a trip to the next street, where she knows there is an excellent pizza place. “I brought my car. I’ll head back home if we’re not doing much else.”

“I’ll email you what I find.”

“Same.”

With that, they both go separate ways. As it should. As it has always been meant to be.

“Has it always been common notice to you that we share the same shift?”

She scrunches up her nose upon the arrival of Mark to her triage. Where she’s locked, like a tiger ridden of its will of roaring, while Johnny is out there operating and bringing babies into the world. Luckily for her, she had sorted out all the patients of the night and after making some quick work with the stories and checking in with the hospitalized patients, at two in the morning, she can finally sit down to grab a bite of…whatever her potato puree is now. A blob, most likely. Granted, this time of the night is also when Mark finalizes his operating sessions and while his eyebags are probably on the verge of falling to the floor to match the backpack he has left there, and it shouldn’t come as a surprise to her that she sees him…again.

It has been like that for the past month, and they have gotten to exchange a few words for the last two weeks, ever since they got paired in their presentation together. However, one of the interns is seated on the desk not too far away from them, with her cheek squished against the wooden surface and lulled into the perfect world of dreamland. Johnny would give her an earful for never making the interns do anything, but she’s certain of something—the sooner she gets to do her stuff, the earlier she’ll leave tomorrow.

“I substantially tried to avoid you the first few times I noticed you were around.” Mark pushes away the container that she had set on the desk, where she was hoping that the blob wasn’t going to make her throw up or even worse later on the…morning. Yes, it’s the morning now. Midnight. Whatever it is. “Hey, I was planning on eating that.”

“You were planning on eating what was probably rotten potato. I know we attend emergencies, but I’d rather avoid having you in gastroenterology later tonight.” He announces, dragging a seat towards her and making her shush him.

“The kid’s sleeping.”

“The kid was with me last semester. Carmen. You should probably make her do something.”

“Why?”

“She never does anything! She failed last semester and needs to do well in this one. Push her to be better—”

“Ah, I can’t change people.” Mark’s far too close, though he’s not making any effort on turning her uncomfortable. Instead, he props his glasses down on the table and now, she realizes it’s the first time she has seen him without those. His hair is a mess after taking his surgery cap off, eyes puffed out, eyebrows slim and yet, somehow messy because of his palms roaming over his features. She continues speaking, because somehow talking to the person she likes the least feels liberating. “As a student, I think your value comes from how hard you work, but it’s also highly subjective. I can’t push a student to do better if they don’t feel inspired by me, and that’s just what I think. It’s like women trying to change their husbands, for example. It’s never going to happen unless he feels the need to really change, you know?”

And talking about Carmen as if she wasn’t there is a bit rude, so she nudges his side with her elbow.

“What have you brought? I’m sure it’s just as rotten as my potatoes.”

“Nope. I ordered some sushi from a place nearby.” Mark tells, opening the bag and introducing two black plastic containers which lids he takes off. The scent of freshly cooked spices, vegetables and rice has her mouth salivating. God, when was the last time she had a proper meal today? “I think they forgot the wasabi. In your mind, that must mean they don’t want to put effort into their jobs so I shouldn’t call for them to bring me my wasabi or place a complaint.”

“Precisely. Don’t be a Karen, Mark.” She replies, earning a laugh from Mark that has her neck feeling heated. He doesn’t cover up the fact that he’s genuinely happy, baring all teeth, tossing his head back and letting out a high-pitched laugh. He doesn’t let the title of a doctor rid him of the happiness in which he lives his life in, and she envies that to the point she kind of feels relieved that not everyone goes through the same thing she does. “You bought some for me?”

Mark is already lost in the magic of eating late at night, munching on a slice of sushi and letting a sprinkle of rice end on the tip of his mouth. He doesn’t notice it and she battles the twitch of her fingers to flick that piece of food away. “Of course. You know, every time I go to the operation room, I see you here, trapped in this emergency room just making the shift work. You give it your all every second you can. I wouldn’t be surprised if you hadn’t eaten a thing.”

“Thank you.” She retaliates. God, the hospital had been so cold just mere seconds ago, but since the moment Mark arrived, it feels like summers has embarked inside its walls. “I’ll have you know a little fact. Doctors are the main patients that can get type two diabetes. We eat the worst, even when we recommend to our patients to do otherwise.”

Mark crinkles his nose. “I’ll have you know something.” He tilts his head to the side, and she tries to embark in her own food and not look at him. The lulling nature of his smile, and the softness that comes with the tone of his voice, all detonators of thoughts that shouldn’t pass her brain. They’ll present the information they have gathered in the hospital’s anniversary and that will be it for them. She promises it’s just that. “I hated intern medicine. Whenever I had to read the ADA articles, I felt like a part of me died a little. It’s just…it’s so…”

“Non-surgical.”

“Exactly.” She laughs at his words, to which he responds with a twinkle in his eyes that she wants to erase, like a towel on top of a stain, rubbing away until it’s gone. Not because she wants to take the spark that makes him be so bright, but because he is…dizzying and blinding to the point of no return sometimes.

“You’re also like that. Though, I don’t know why Johnny just…doesn’t let you operate with him. You’re amazing with birth-care, but there has to be more to it.” Mark insists and she tries not to think about it. Johnny just likes doing things his way, and that’s never been wrong. They work well together, though separated. “Don’t try to defend him.”

“What? I’m not talking.”

“I know you always protect him. Johnny has gotten in so much trouble around the hospital, for reasons that I won’t judge him for because he is my friend and I know he’s a good worker, no matter how lazy he can look,” Mark stops for a moment and without noticing, she’s staring at his lips again. That fucking rice should leave, shouldn’t it? “Uh, you’re like, kind of into him, aren’t you?”

Johnny? It’s a little complicated to tell these days. “He’s different from me.”

“And?”

“I like different.” Because she can’t truly live with someone who voices out what goes inside her brain. She needs brightness in what she considers a dulling ocean of midnight thoughts. “But not a chance, Mark. Not a chance.”

“Took you too long to deny.” Mark points out, before sighing. “I’m not saying he’s not into you, I don’t want to be the guy to—”

“But he isn’t.” She replies. She knows how Johnny Suh is. That doctor can have anyone within his pocket and he does so. She’s aware of how far this crush can go, and a relationship or even a hook-up is not it. “That doesn’t hurt me, Mark.”

“I’m not saying that.”

“Alright, I’m the one saying it.”

“Don’t be so rude to yourself.” Always positive, Mark stammers. “All I’m saying is that, as his pupil, he should invite you to the operation room more often. My higher-up resident invites me and that’s why—”

Without noticing, she’s flicking a thumb over his bottom lip, moving away the rice that had gathered there. Mark’s eyes widen, his hand spreading on top of her own and she recognizes then how close they are. She sees the twitch of his tongue as it gathers his bottom lip until he traps it in between his teeth and as the sweet mood-ruin person he is, he adds:

“Ah, I—Fuck, I was talking and I had something there all along? Shit. Fuck. Uh, hold on, I’m cussing, aren’t I?” Mark, without noticing, plops another slice of sushi inside his mouth and she tries not to snort out a laugh directly at his face. “You should’ve told me.”

“We were talking about other things.” The tips of his ears are tinged red, and maybe the internal summer she’s going through is also happening to Mark Lee. “You’re blushing.”

“Fuck no.”

“You never cuss. Do you curse when you’re nervous?”

“Who said I was nervous?”

“It doesn’t take being a rocket scientist to know.” She answers, though, she doesn’t want to mortify Mark any longer, picking at her own food before giving a bite. “Either way, don’t worry about that crush. I think it’s more…admiring what he is able to do without being as inside his head as I am in mine. It’s never going anywhere. I don’t want it to.”

Mark nods, and she thinks she broke him, because he doesn’t speak for the rest of their little dinner until she resurfaces the matter of their presentation and its preparation.

“Some sponsors are here, so I only want Mark to…you know, do the talking.”

Everyone adores Dr. Hong. He’s a neurosurgeon, head and owner of the hospital, and he was so at the mere age of fifty-two. Rather young for everything he has achieved and the textbooks he has written, she looks up to him even when she’s from a whole different field to his. However, as she wore her most elegant set of pants, flowing against recently shaven legs, along with a turtleneck that she had paid a little too much for, her shoulders fall at the sound of his voice. He’s sipping from his glass of water as people gather on their seats in the auditorium, and he says it in front of everyday, just so she doesn’t explode right at that moment.

Of course, he knows more about Mark as a student because he’s his own pupil. Nonetheless, he could have some shame. She had prepared with all the will and hardships in the world, balancing studying for her midterms and the presentation, while also investigating deeply with Mark almost every day. It’s no wonder that even Mark is a little surprised, and in the past, she would have thought he was fully aware of this. He pushes his classes to the top of his head, gasping at what Dr. Hong has just said.

“B—But…I can’t do it without her.”

“You should’ve learned both parts for the presentation.” Dr. Hong scolds, his bottle-bottom glasses making his eyes look significantly smaller. He smiles to one of the invites that briefly drops a hand on his shoulders before he’s returning to his hushed whispers with them. For a place so brightly decorated in balloons and signs in bright orange and yellow, she feels…hollow and mellow. “It’s nothing against you, darling, but people know more about Mark and his studies, and he’s more of an open personality. He’s the kind of sweet we need for an opener. Like a cocktail, you know?”

No, she doesn’t know shit about this. Because Mark gets opportunities that she doesn’t. Mark is already opening his mouth, spurting out: “It’s not fair. She worked just as hard as I did—”

Though, something that she has never gotten the benefit of, like Mark did and continues to do, is not to be disciplined. She tries to push a smile up her lips, but she’s sure it looks more like a mock. “I’d have to thank you for the opportunity, Dr. Hong, but then, I won’t stay. I haven’t…gotten enough sleep, so I’d rather leave right now.”

Dr. Hong trails his brown eyes over her features before giving her a half-hug that feels a bit forced. “I’m sorry for not telling you earlier, but you wouldn’t have worked as hard if I had done so, right?”

“Exactly, Dr. Hong. That’s how it is.” She spits out softly, giving him a curt bow before she turns around. She feels the corner of her eyes bottling up with tears, and she looks up in order not to let them fall. Familiar faces scatter across the rows of seats that feel endless, and she wishes she had gotten the chance to prove what she was made of. Maybe, another time, or that’s what she promises herself each time.

When getting out of the hospital’s auditorium, she feels the sudden need to take off her lab coat and heels right at that moment and cry like a baby just born in the world. However, as she rushes down the halls, she hears the sound of steps following after her, and she wants to say they are slow and just trying to reach the same destination as her per chance, but the elevator is within reach when Mark appears in front of her, hands extended to stop her from moving any father.

“Mark, could you move?”

“I’m not presenting that without you. You’re also the core of this investigation, I—” He’s rushed in the way he is speaking, and it surprises her that he has the heart to do what he does next. His palms gather her own in between his, trapping her and enticing their gazes to connect. Mark has the prettiest set of brown eyes, and when they are worried, they almost seem to gleam like diamonds. “Why…Why is it like this for you?”

“I guess that’s how the world works. I’m a woman, first and foremost. I’m more strong-willed than you are. I stick out like a sore thumb and being opinionated has never helped me much.” Saying those words out loud has tears dropping against her cheeks. Fuck, her makeup is ruined now. Hiccups escape her lips when she looks around, hoping that no more doctors arrive through those elevator doors just to see her cry. Fore-front, too. “Say mean shit to me, that way I’ll stop crying. God, I can’t believe I’m being such a pussy.”

“Hey…” Mark’s voice is softened, like the thumb he lets roam the brim of her knuckles. “I wouldn’t say anything mean to you. You…You hate me, for fuck’s sake, and I still wouldn’t think of you as anything more than worthy of being there more than I am. You’ve never gotten your chance to shine.”

“And I want to believe I never will, because it’s easier. Living life while being bitter just feels…more common to me.” She tells him, pushing at his chest and sighing. “Say I don’t deserve it, Mark. Just say it!”

“You do!” Mark replies, voice just as loud. She wants to shut him up, press those lips together and just let him look as handsome as he does right now, with a few buttons of his blue button down undone, gray suit clashing against the whiteness of his coat. “So please, get back in that auditorium. Let’s do things our way.”

“I…I can’t.” She responds, extending her back until her shoulders become straight, as if poised and entranced. “My pride doesn’t let me, and sure, I will probably never reach half the things you will while being like this…but if someone doesn’t want me there, I just won’t do it.”

“I want you here.”

“And when your vote counts, I hope you still wish for me to do so.” Just when she’s about to press the elevator’s button to watch the doors open, they are caught off guard. The doors do open, but a set of doctors plan on passing through by them. Mark moves quicker than she does when a small curse leaves her lips, pushing her until she’s relying on the wall, his body used as coverage as he drops his head and shelters her from the eyes of others. He is probably seeing the trails of mascara and the runny lipstick, but he doesn’t show his discomfort. Perhaps, he doesn’t feel so.

“Don’t move.”

“Don’t let them see me.” She replies, looking up at his eyes. Mark nods, though she sees the fraction of second of distraction that passes by his features. She wants to run her fingers through his hair, fix that goddamned strand that he always lets out, but that breath of connection is broken by the clearance of his throat as he gives one step back.

“They’ve left. And you’re leaving with me.” Mark complies, only to have her shaking her head.

“Not a chance.”

“I’ll carry you there.”

“You’re too shy and non-assertive to do such a thing, so I’m not worried.” Rubbing a hand against her eye and perhaps, ruining her makeup even more, she says: “Just go steal the show, Mark, you’ve done it time and time again. Why not do it now?”

“I know how much this means to you now. I didn’t…I didn’t know when we graduated just how much you care about education.”

“Well, shit just happens.” Before Mark could say anything else, she pops inside the elevator, hearing him bang his fists against the doors when she closes them with rushed fingertips against the buttons. Soon after, she’s sighing when dropping herself against the wall, looking up at the bright lightbulb and feeling more tears gathering and dropping. One by one, like her worries, piling up until she doesn’t know what to do with them.

Somehow, she can’t hate Mark at this moment. Not this time around. Yoonoh would probably laugh at her for giving Mark excuses for always getting her chances, but it’s not like he doesn’t deserve it, either. He may be the kind of person people want posing on pictures and being their doctor, and that’s something she has to live with. Not being his shadow, but also, not shining on her own. One day, it will come—and she hates that she’s thinking like this, because she’s starting to sound like Mark.

A month later.

She uses the pendant as a joke.

Dr. Hong wanted to apologize in some way or another—or so she wants to believe. Isn’t there something along the line of bosses being very political and not wanting to look bad in front of their workers?—, so he decided to give his staff necklaces as a gift. Necklaces and keychains, she forgets about that sometimes, but she’s reminded when she feels the new weight of a pendant against the lines of her palms. But, that’s not what she decided to sport ironically today, as she’s wearing her favorite pair of gray scrubs and a braid that she learned how to do on a TikTok video. The point is…that Dr. Hong must have made a mistake, because when he gave her the box that was supposed to hold her necklace with her name as a pendant, she got Mark’s instead.

Today is Thursday, a month after they were paired together to work on that presentation that was, according to the attendees, the best one to date coming from residents of this hospital. However, she doesn’t want to ponder back and forth on what could have been. Instead, she’s knowledgeable of the fact that Mark should be consulting his post-operation patients today. Hence, she pops through the neurosurgery portion of the hospital, greeting a few familiar faces with a nod of her head—and a swing of her hand against someone’s shoulder, when the newest intern and last year student, Na Jaemin, decides to give her a hug a little too tight and call her by name instead of doctor—, and clinging to the necklace as if it is her pride and joy.

She waits for the last patient to leave, and she remembers Mark talking about this case. An astrocytoma that he had extracted and was scared of the neurological outcome of the patient. Luckily for him, the patient was not walking on two feet, but when he pushed his wheel-chair away from the consulting room, he was talking to his partner. She smiles, pushing the door open once again and not missing the way Mark perks up at that moment, always eager to welcome his patients.

“Oh, Mr. Jude, did you happen to forget something—?” Mark stops on his tracks when he turns around, seeing her with a shit-eating grin that must be weird for him to look at. Through the other wall of the consulting room, the specialist must be working and examining the patients that Mark presents to him, but for now, only the two of them are left in this room. “…You’re happy.”

“I can be.” Though, she sprints and jumps a bit on her step as she moves closer to him. Mark is already speaking, not paying too much attention to her, just because he had seen her in these scrubs before.

“Dr. Hong made a huge mistake. I have this necklace that was supposed to go to you. But either way, how are you doing?” Mark’s unaware of the way she fidgets with the necklace around her neck, leaning back on his desk and looking through a few of the papers his handwriting his scribbled on, when she shrugs her shoulders.

“It’s okay. I am supposed to go check how the patients are doing upstairs and then, head back to the emergency room to check on a patient I had with a vaginal infection. Well, she contacted me outside the hospital and wanted some help because it’s recurrent, but whatever.” Once again, she wiggles her eyebrows at him. “Mark, I need you to look at me.”

“Yeah,” Mark’s, once again, lost in his thoughts, before he’s frowning. “You need me to look at you? Do you have anything? Oh God, how’s the Glasgow? Are you having memory loss?”

“No, dumbass.” She rolls her eyes, swinging the necklace back and forth. “What’s different?”

“The hair?” Mark snaps his fingers, happiness trailing after his smile. “It looks lighter!”

“No wonder you wear glasses.” She gets closer to him, still holding onto her necklace, and perhaps, Mark does have that medical eye that everyone prides him on, because a motion of his gaze across her body that electrifies the utmost recondite portions of her muscles has him squinting his eyes at the necklace and then, she full on laughs at his realization. “I knew I got the wrong necklace, but I thought it would be funny. It kind of looks like one of those couple things, doesn’t it? Like that Taylor Swift song—”

Mark’s pupils dilate, eyes darkened. As a matter of fact, she expected him to be a stuttering, sweating mess at this point. She must not know all sides of Mark Lee, precisely. His digits trace the necklace with just the tip before he’s engulfing the pendant in his palm. She looks at him, watching the even breathing, rising and falling of his thorax, followed by the purse of his lips and the eccentricity of the simplest of movements from his eyebrows. He rotates the pendant, studies it with fervor, before he tugs her closer by it. The skin of her nape arises in goosebumps, throat contracting in a thick swallow when she finally realizes that Mark is just not a cute, quite obnoxious and oblivious, guy that she can play around with.

There is a man in there.

The broadness of his shoulders, barriers to the smallness of his waist, clashing worlds that come together with the scent of his perfume and…is that an aftershave? Mark uses an aftershave?

Maybe, she had been unable to see what really made him so attractive to the rest of the world.

His chin perches up, looking at the necklace from underneath his eyelashes. “Don’t take it off.” He musters, deep from within his chest, rumbling in a vibrato that has the curve of her back deepening and transcending towards him.

“What?” Now she’s the one stammering, and it’s incredible that Mark has this kind of power.

“It looks…great on you.” And the way he toys with the silver material, rotating it in the axis of his index finger, has her aware of how awfully close the digit is to her skin, as if the desire to have that finger trailing down the column of her throat and towards the expanse of her chest is…unbearable.

Summer. He has brought summer to her face again. It’s not a blush, she swears.

“It has your name.”

“So what? It still looks amazing on you.” Mark recites, pulling away to hoist her chin in between his index and thumb before he moves her face from side to side.

“Do you have a fascination with necks, Mark?”

“Not that I know of. Could be my debut as a neck-fascinator, y’know.” He jokes around, and she would laugh if it wasn’t for the tightened knot in the pit of her chest. When he lets go of her, she feels like she can finally breathe, and why is that something that comes out as poor in comparison to the way his touch feels on her? “As much as I would like to keep talking to you, I have more patients waiting for me outside and…” He moves over to the door, and she’s eager to have him opening it so she can cool off, but when his hand spreads on the doorknob, he adds, while looking at her: “Shit, don’t take it off, okay?”

She would have laughed at herself years ago if she heard herself saying, in a small tone: “I won’t, Mark.”

Four months later.

“Care to explain why Mark Lee’s drunken ass is in your birthday party? Because I’m all for change of pace, but this is a whole new story we’re talking about.”

She had missed Yoonoh, dearly, so when he had decided to tag along to her dinner birthday party with his new girlfriend, she thought it would be the greatest of ideas. She must have forgotten that in between all the mess that is being a resident, and also the fact that Mark’s position in her life is as much of a question mark—pun intended—as it is settled, she had not told Yoonoh about his existence as a…well, friend? Supposedly?

Yoonoh’s hair is shorter, bleached with the tips painted in a bright pink, and she has to adjust to the colors even when the restaurant is bathed in colors of purple and blue, the VIP section pushed into the agenda of her birthday thanks to Mark’s idea. He had been the one behind all this, but how does one say that to Yoonoh when he was there, listening to her complain about Mark’s existence, for whole months? She wouldn’t stop talking about him.

She tilts her head back, moistening her mouth with a daiquiri before shrugging. “Life happens. Mark had to work on a project with me and then, we just…I’m not going to say we’re friends.”

Yoonoh bares his teeth as a wolf would do before eating its prey alive. Yes, she’s the prey, but she’s just going to get shit-eating grins the entire night. “Oh, but you’re so friends. Tell me, what is it that has made you forgive him for putting you through the biggest turmoil of your life?”

Considering that he is now standing on a table, swinging hips from side to side in a comic way, with a few buttons of his shirt undone and almost popping a nipple, she’s thinking that he wasn’t that much of a threat to start with. “Just look at him. He’s singing Fifty-Fifty. A man that truly wants to ruin your entire life wouldn’t make hearts while karaoke-ing to ‘Cupid.’”

“I wouldn’t put it that way. Men are menaces, me being a man is enough for me to prove it.” And the way Yoonoh has slowly pulled away from his new girlfriend, letting her go get drinks on her own side as she’s now talking with a whole different group of women, lets her know that, maybe, just maybe, he’s not the best one to date. Johnny is somewhere around, too, speaking with a few other residents of the Gyn-Ob program. “Is he treating you well?”

“Don’t start with the brother talk.”

“I’m not giving you the brother talk.”

“Well, you’re asking me questions a brother would think about when his sister has a new boyfriend but hey, newsflash, I don’t—”

“I don’t like Mark Lee, she said, totally lying to herself. Come on, you’ve been eye-fucking him.”

“What do you know? You’re drunk.”

“Two of these?” He holds the two empty soju bottles he has around him. “Don’t bother me. Cupid boy over there, though? He’s on cloud nine and I think it’s about time we slice the cake and take him home.”

“You just want cake.”

Yoonoh quirks a perfectly trimmed eyebrow before chuckling. “Trust me, babe, I’m getting a good slice of cake tonight, but the sweet kind wouldn’t do me wrong, either.”

This memory could be one for the books, considering Yoonoh has one arm wrapped around Mark’s shoulder as they both drunkenly—or not so—sing into the camera Yoonoh is holding on one hand the goddamned birthday song. She’s clapping along, laughing when Mark dips a finger into the icing and tries to smear it on the tip of her nose but completely misses.

Okay, maybe he doesn’t handle soju just as well.

Yoonoh says his goodbyes and finally decides to return to his date, or girlfriend, or whatever it is that he calls women in his life these days. That’s the moment she wraps an arm around Mark’s shoulder, hoisting her hand until she’s clasping the two ends of his button down closed so he doesn’t show more of his chest. For his sake. Or hers.

“I didn’t ask for nudity tonight.” Mark’s cheeks tinge pink and he laughs at her words, shaking his head.

“Dude, I’m not naked.” Though, he does take a second glance, creating a double-chin when he looks down at his chest and then, it’s her turn to giggle. “See? I didn’t have to check or anything.”

“I’m taking you home.”

“But Johnny’s still here!”

“Don’t care. I’m taking you home. Enough celebrating. It’s four in the morning, not my birthday anymore.” She replies, tugging him along with her as she carries on her empty hand a bag with the half-eaten burger he had left on his plate on a container and the slices of cake respective to them. She waves the hand that she has on Mark’s chest as a goodbye to the rest of the group before they’re engulfed by the night. “Okay, Mark—”

He’s not in this world, or this night, because he’s singing slowly to himself: “I’m feeling lonely. Oh, I wish I could find a lover that could—”

“Mark.”

“Hold me.” He does a few runs with his voice at that moment, which is not unpleasant, but definitely uncalled for as she is trying to take them back home.

“I need you to do either one of two things. Reach into my purse and grab my car keys, or button your shirt so you don’t die of a cold.” He chooses the latter, popping his hand inside her purse and lurking around. His body rolls on the curve of her arm, a crease growing between his brows as he tries his best to find the key in this darkened night. From the closeness, she can smell the soju in his breath, mixed with the mustard that he reapplied on the burger that was served to him.

“I’m on it. Just give me…a second.”

“We don’t have many seconds.”

“Eh, eh, dude, no rushing.” Mark complains, dragging his voice. “A true surgeon doesn’t rush, you know?”

“I’m an obstetrician-to-be.”

“Babies take time, too, you know? To make them, pop them out…” Mark’s voice starts to face until he grabs the keys, grabbing them harshly in the palms of his hands before smiling. “Here they are! We can go…back…home…” His tone grows duller when he looks at her, faces inherently close, in positions that almost translate to being chest to chest, only separated by the purse in between them, and it doesn’t help that she has one arm wrapped around his waist. “Can you smell the mustard?”

“Mark—” She’s about to pull away, but Mark tugs her closer, perfecting the position she had put them in. He wraps both hands around her waist, molding and digging until all she feels is his skin, muscles and bones. His abdomen contracts against her own, insufferably tight and making her own stomach flip a bunch of times. The breeze plays with the hair he lets fall on his forehead and she swears she sees a hint of condensation in his glasses.

“I’m sorry. All I’ve done is ruin every opportunity I’ve had with you.” Mark whispers, almost like a drunken blues, before he licks his lips. His eyes divert to the necklace hanging in between her collarbones, his name still there, most of the time covered by her coat at work or her scrubs, but he wears her name around her neck, as well. She’s sure someone has figured out their little game by now. “…But you still wear the necklace.”

Freezing is the tip of his nose against her septum, trailing against the skin as his lips part. The shuddering breath he lets out speaks a thousand languages, each more confusing than the other. Those eyes of his remain closed, while she only looks at him. The crease of his brows, the trembling of his bottom lip and the palpable need to kiss her, only to be interrupted by his own insecurities:

"Just kiss me." She pleads, though she would have never imagined that her voice would let out such things. Mark was supposed to be the man she hated for the rest of her professional life, but somewhere in between, the lines had blurred.

"I can't." Mark announces and when he doesn’t let go of her waist, she knows that said words don’t mean that he doesn’t want to. “Because I don’t know if us wearing our names on each other’s neck means we are really good friends, or that you want to kiss me just as bad. And you may have a stronger heart than I do, taking disappointment after disappointment, accepting life to be unfair with you, but I am not quite as strong as you are.”

He breathes in deeply and she takes that as a cue of him not being over his speech.

“I’m afraid you’ll break me.”

“I would never.” She admits, trailing her nose to the skin of his cheeks, deepening the tip on the hollow where his dimples form, before breathing his scent deeply. “Mark, I’m tired of running from things just because I am bitter. I don’t want to be bitter anymore. If life is going to suck, then, at least I want to say I tried having a good thing, however way it turns out.”

When he dips his mouth to taste hers, he does it as if he can’t handle the tremor of his lips. He’s unused to her motions, growing impatient and then, falling back into rhythm. One can feel that he’s nervous, but that doesn’t stop him. He puts the effort to trace the outline of her mouth with a simple caress of his lips, puckering them up the slightest in a peck before he’s parting them to grant himself the benefit to learn the shape of her upper lip and her bottom one. She sighs against his mouth, finally pushing back that one hair that he never brushes back quite well, guiding his mouth deeper into her own. For him to finally scratch that source of curiousness that had built to be a warm feeling at the tip of her stomach, and the bottom of her heart.

She had once not known who Mark Lee was.

But now she’s certain that he won’t let her forget through this kiss, and if she’s lucky, the ones that will come after.

#mark scenarios #mark x reader #nct scenarios #nct x reader #nct 127 x reader #nct dream x reader #nct 127 scenarios #nct dream scenarios #nct fluff #nct au #mark fluff #mark au #writing #kpop scenarios

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ksharoly · 3 months

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QUEEN

king's needs their queen to survive like the game of chess a queen protects its king from anyone who tried to harm it.

"mother i dont want to be married" you said as you look down being betrothed to lord stark you didn't want to get married yet.

"I am very sorry my dear but its the only choice and you will need your very own family" daemon said as he sat down.

"i promise once this is over all of us will be unite again" rhaenyra said as she kissed her daughter's forehead.

the day of the wedding was not a very pleasant for you those who celebrates from your family is now determined that the throne will be theirs now as the Green's fall down and the black's rise.

"do you lord of the north cregan stark take y/n targaryen as your wife"

"i do" cregan said as he hope that your answer will be the same as well as his.

"and do you princess of dragonstone y/n targaryen take cregan stark as your husband"

"i do" you respond.

as you answer that the two of your kissed and the people of the north cheers and claps your no longer a Targaryen your now y/n stark the lady of winter fall.

the past months you were pregnant with your baby you were very close to cregan's son rickon the people said you were like he's true mother as his mother was dead at the time she give birth to him.

"rickon what are you doing outside its night time shouldn't you be a sleep" you said as you place your Cloak to him.

"thank you" rickon said while looking at you.

"thank you for what? rickon" you said.

"thank you for taking care of me and my dad" he said as you placed your one arm around him and make his head place in your shoulder.

"it's no problem that's my duty as he's wife and being a mother to you my son" you said.

"thank you mother" as rickon fell asleep you notice an figure behind you cregan suddenly lift's you as well as rickon.

"my queen shouldn't be not out side you will catch cold" cregan said.

"did the meeting go well" you said to him.

"yes my wife it have been heard that alicent will place aegon as the king" cregan said.

he place you in the bed as he cradles rickon in his arms.

"what this can't be my mother was the heir to the throne i knew this would happen" you said with fury you know that alicent will place aegon to the throne as the king will soon die.

"easy my wife you have to remember stress is not good for your health and the baby" cregan said since the day you were wed to him he take cares of you and love you as you were his beloved wife every single day you were falling for him.

"don't worry my love the babe is strong like you" you caress his face showing him that you will be strong for him.

"i will always love you" as you two kiss under the bright moon.

"i will too my love i will always love you"

"how did you live i swore i killed you and your dragon" aemond was at his end he knew to himself that vhagar bit him and his dragon.

"long live cousin they say only Targaryen can drive themselves into madness" lucaerys bring a toast to his cousin aemond.

"what's happening here" alicent enters the room with her servants.

"nothing mother"

"come here my son its time to go" rhaenyra said as they left the kingdom she swear to herself that she will get the throne.

at the great hall an meeting was held by them that day viserys sit at the iron throne as vaemond talks about the heir's.

"say it"

"her children are bastard's and she is a whore"

"i will have your tongue for that" vaemond's head was sliced.

"you can keep his tongue" but before they disarmed him a servant called for her.

"my queen an letter has been send to you from the queen of the north y/n stark would you like me to read it for you".

"no" alicent said quickly.

"yes i would like to hear it its been a long time since i saw my precious granddaughter" viserys smiles the flashbacks of him and y/n bonding like father and daughter.

"the letter said that if you continue placing aegon as your heir i will have your head burning in flames and eaten by Wolf's my mother will sit in the throne and if you're against that we will have a big problem alicent i dont wish to be the queen of ashes not now".

with that said rhaenyra was crowned as the queen of seven kingdoms and sit to the iron throne y/n and cregan celebrate for them and congrats for the new ruler.

#house of the dragon #the house of dragon x reader #alicent hightower #rhaenyra targaryen #hotd x reader #aegon ii targaryen #aemond targaryen #heleana targaryen #daemon targaryen #viserys targaryen #cregan x reader #cregan stark x reader

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nyx-is-missing · 3 months

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SUNSET PART 1

Or early summer!

Clarisse La Rue x Cassandra De Young (oc! Apollo's kid)

Summary: When Cassandra gets involved in a scandal early in the day, she goes to camp early.

Warnings: men....thats all i could think of actualy.

First read this!

Part 2 is here!

Cassandra De Young

Im fucked.

That's it, that's all i can say.

I knew it as soon as my hand reached his face and stinged, as soon as i heard a camera's flash, and as soon as i stepped into my mom's apartment.

Let's just rewind a bit, okay?

My family own a big business, that you already know by now, the thing is, when they reeaally want to do business with someone they go extreme, the most common technique is to get on the good side of everyone in the family, everyone.

They research, pretend to have things in common, to like the same things, to have the same views of life, and to make it more believable they always go for the person who is closest in age with them.

Usually i dont get involved in this situations because im younger than everyone else, the only teen in the family.

The thing is, this family also had someone around my age.

A 18 year old guy.....eighteen.

Let me tell you, i really wasn't going for trouble today, i tought he may be a normal guy, just with a little money, someone i could have a conversation with, drink some coffe, laugh and go back home and think "hey, not so bad"

He.was.not.

All he could talk about is how much money his family had, where he went for winter break, his pure blood horse, that only ate (attention to this one) IMPORTED GRASS.

Overall a huge dick.

But that i could handle, i've met people like this, i could handle a shitty talk for some hours, what i could not handle was having to go through all this with his hand on my knee bellow the table.

And here i was, spending one of my last days of spring being tortured by the fates.

"You're not paying much attention to the conversation are you?" He said, and gods that accent was almost making me want to jump out of a cliff, or push him out of a cliff, both would work.

"Oh sorry i was-"

"No need to apologize, people get bored i know" Not that he did something criminal by not letting me finish my sentence but, my gods every action coming from him its making me want to die right now "Its okay, i could find some way to make you focus"

Okay, im done

"Im gonna need you to stop saying odd shit" I looked him dead in the eye with a bothered look, and by the surprised look he gave me back i was 100% sure nobody ever told him to shut up when he was saying nonsense.

"C'mon, dont be like that-" he said trying to get his hand a little but upwards, and i only realized i slapped him when i felt my hand burning.

"Oh my gods im sorry i-" And then i heard the camera flashes.

Im going to need you to imagine the scene, my hand was still up, his hand was till on his cheek, and he had a scared look in his face, as did most of the people at the fancy coffe shop.

Do i smile now? Strike a pose? This one is definetly getting front pages at every place.

I chose the safest choice, got out of that straight to my house.

No..i did not payed the bill.

The whole way home i was trying really hard to think of something to say that was not going to make my family mad, especially my grandfather, but considering whe has always mad with something, that felt like a impossible mission.

First thing i saw when i opened the door of the penthouse was my mom, standing in front of the television, and sure enough, my face was on it.

She turned to me, but before she could even say something i started to explain myself.

"Its not what it looks like mom, i swear, i didn't do it on pourpose, let me explain please-" i couldnt actually read the look on her face, but she didnt say anything, so i took that as a go ahead.

When i explained her what happened her face relaxed a bit, but not completely, and she had a look that said your grandpa is getting in my nerves because of this.

"I'll talk to your grandfather about this, but you need to know that the way you acted wasn't appropriate, there is cameras all around and you need to be careful...lets just thank the gods you didnt pulled out a dagger right?" She walked closer to me, and i knew she was trying to comfort me, its a pitty actually, i knew she didnt wanted kids when she had me, i knew how grandpa treated her when he found out, to me, it was enough that she at least tried to love me enough. "You already have your things packed to camp right? I know you have some more days of school but ill call them and tell them you are sick, its best for you to leave earlier this year, then your grandfather wont talk your ears out...you okay with that?"

"Yes mama, ill just finish packing some small things...do i leave today?" I felt her hands on my shoulders, and heard a silent im sorry.

"Yes, but dont be like that, think that you at least wont have to see the news talking about you..youll just be there, with your siblings, eating strawberies and..whatever else demigods do daily, right?"

Like i said, it is enough to me that she tries, even when she isnt great all the time, i know people who dont even have this.

I nodded and went to my room, making sure not to accidentally hit a new sculpture, placed in the corridor.

I didnt wait for her when i finished packing.

I knew she wouldnt be the one to take me there, she never is, she has things to do with the family business, its what ive always heard.

So when i got to the underground garage with my bags i automatically searched for one of the family drivers, sure enough, he was there.

He was a nice guy, but quiet, i knew that he probably had orders not to talk to the family members unless spoken to, grandpa did this with all of them, i also knew he never actually knows where hes been taking me, he takes me there almos every year, but always stops at the road in front of the forest, maybe this sad look he has on his face its because he thinks he is taking me to one of those crazy wilderness therapies as a punishment.

Granpa would absolutely do that if he hadnt had to live with a great public appearence.

"Miss? We are here" He looked at me in the rearview mirror, i only realized i had doze of when my eyes met his and i blinked. "Hold on tight, im going to help you with your luggage okay?"

"Oh..thank you mr bell" He opened the trunk, and then the back door for me, extending his hand to help me get out of the car "thank you, again"

"Sure miss, just let me take your bags out and we are all set okay?-"

Another car dor noise made us both look to the right, to find Clarisse La rue, closing a taxi door, with just one big suitcase in hand.

Now, my story with Clarisse is kind of complicated, i've met her when he were, eight i guess, her family bought some shares in the family business and we saw each other very regulaly, and ever since then everything everyone told me about her is that she is a troublesome girl, that i should stay far.

But she was the one who realized i was a demigodess, and took me straight to camp when a monster found me, and she was the one who, many times when we were little, comforted me when my family made me cry.

It seems like she forgot all of that because she never even looks at me.

If you ask her, she has never even met me at all actually.

"Clarisse, you're early"

"Cassandra, you too-"

"Cass actually, i prefer cass" i corrected her, to wich she just rolled her eyes and muffled a whatever. "Thats all you are taking? One suitcase?"

"And you are taking all that? How do you plan on walking the whole way with all that? Im assuming he wont go with you" she said looking at mr bell, and its true, he could not walk the whole way with me, and i could not walk with all that alone...fuck

"....you could help m-"

"No, dont even think about it"

"C'mon Clarisse!" She didnt even answered me this time actually. "Arent you a Ares-" i looked at the driver taking the suitcases out. "A ares...type of kid? You will pass on the oportunity to demonstrate your muscles or whatever?"

She started to walk away with a bored look, did i already said fuck?

"C'mon ill do whatever! I- i dont know.. 20 dracmas!, no?, ill help you with the cleaning duty you'll eventually have when you fuck it up? I..ill do that AND ill cure you anytime you want, everyday, no matter the time!"

She stopped walking.

Yes! I knew it, one of the many problems clarisse had its that she likes to go out at night to train alone, and when she gets hurt she cant ask anyone to help her, because she would get caught

"Give me those suitcases already and shut up-" she was interrupted by a very happy me hugging her.

"Thankyouthankyouthankyouclarisse!"

I felt her hands on my arms and realized she was going to push me away, so i took a step back

"Geez Clarisse, you could've just told me to back off, dont be like that... just take these and ill take those"

I said pointing to the suitcases, and saying goodbye to mr bell.

Can i already welcome summer and his crazy energy? No? Okay.

#fanfic #lesbian #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse pjo #pjo series #pjo tv show #clarisse la rue #clarisse x reader

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mrsbuckybarnes1917 · 5 months

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Anonymous request: You're also an Avenger and you love the Christmas time but everyone else doesn't. So you kinda get sad every year as you're the only one enjoying the time. One day you decide to put on some Christmas tunes and start making cookies when Bucky starts watching you from the other room, smiling to himself as he sees you all being happy and cute. He decides to change his mind and joins you, helping you make cookies, even though he's clumsy but you enjoy his presence (as you both have feelings for each other). In the end you're covered in dough and stuff and he grabs you and kisses you, admitting both your feelings, while the rest of the team watches you both happy from afar.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,195 words

Warnings: tooth rotting sweetness, beware of diabetes!

A/N: Shoutout to @samodivaa for aiding and abetting this endeavor!

To you, they were family. And Christmas was supposed to be a time for family. At least that is what you'd been raised to believe, even though you weren't a Christian or religious. To you Christmas was a time for togetherness, for helping others, showing kindness and love and having hope. Shortly before joining the team, you had lost your family and the Avengers had become a surrogate family of sorts. You loved them dearly and wanted them to experience the same joy you did at this time of year.

Tony had graciously let you order a magnificent tree, which you'd basically decorated on your own, with the assistance of your inhuman powers. The others had watched you or walked by showing various degrees of enthusiasm for your activities, ranging from praise to outright disregard for your endeavors. Despite your gratitude, your friends’ lack of interest did dampen your spirit a little.

The closer it got to Christmas Day, your resolve to spread some Christmas cheer grew stronger. It helped that you’d hung a blown up photograph of your own family’s last Christmas picture opposite your bed.

“Don’t worry guys, I’ll get them to come around. I won’t let the love die. I promise,” you whispered in front of the image before starting your day.

You had come up with a plan to try and win your friends over to the festivities. No one could ever say no to your sister’s secret cookie recipe. She had had people practically drooling in anticipation of stuffing their faces with her Christmas concoctions. So after a morning of grueling training with Steve, you took a shower and headed to the store to purchase the correct ingredients. Upon your return, you found Sam, Steve, Bucky and Nat congregated in the living room adjoining the kitchen. They were pouring over some plans over their next mission.

“Hey Nexus! What you got there?” Sam called as you entered the room.

You rolled your eyes at his use of your superhero name. You hated it, but the media had used it far too often and you were stuck with it.

“None of your business, Falcon!” you snarked back at him.

You made a pit stop at the table they were sitting at, Nat and Bucky trying to hide their sniggering faces behind their hands. Steve’s face remained relatively passive, giving you a kind smile for which you were grateful.

“Come on, Sugar. You bring me something sweet?” Sam certainly knew how to turn on the charm, especially in front of Bucky. He knew that the Winter Soldier was harboring a little crush on you and he played up in front of him to see if he could provoke Bucky into acting on his feelings. So far he hadn’t succeeded, but he could definitely hope for a Christmas miracle.

“Here.” You pulled out a bag of his favorite treats which you’d bought back for him from the store.

“So anyone interested in helping me bake some festive cookies?” you asked, shaking a bag of chocolate chips in front of their faces.

“Sorry, Sugar. I have to go talk to my sister. She wants me to buy some new fangled toys for the boys.” He pressed a chaste kiss against your cheek and took his leave.

Nat stood up with Steve. “We can’t stay. We have to show our faces in front of some high powered windbags,” she wrinkled her nose before giving you a hug. “Save some for me though!”

“Me too,” Steve dropped a quick kiss on your forehead before following Nat out of the door. He was in on Sam’s plan to light a fire under Bucky’s ass.

“Buck?” you asked dubiously.

“Not sure that’s my thing, Doll.”

“Your loss,” you replied in a slightly sing-song tone of voice and shuffled over to the kitchen with your bag of goodies, letting Bucky go back to brooding over the book he had pulled out of his jacket pocket.

Sauntering around the kitchen, you laid out the ingredients. You grinned as a happy thought entered your brain and you pulled out your phone letting FRIDAY connect to your bluetooth. Bucky looked up as a tune started to play, it didn’t surprise him in the least that you had your very own Christmas playlist. He couldn’t help but be distracted from his novel as you swayed around the kitchen measuring out flour and butter. But it wasn’t your dance moves that eventually got Bucky’s attention, it was the sound of your voice.

The singing voice you’d been born with was silky smooth, no one would have guessed that you were in possession of such a sweet instrument. Ever since you’d come into your powers, you had the ability to project your voice much further, sing louder with a lot more ease. But you never quite got the confidence to use it publicly. Bucky, however, knew better. He followed your schedule closely enough to know when you’d be in the shower, and he would excuse himself to put his ear to the vent to listen to you belt out your favorite tunes. And it was pure luck that today he would be getting a private concert. He sat, chin resting on his vibranium palm, lost in a fantasy of dancing with you.

This reverie was broken by your sudden gasp and a clatter of a bowl falling to the floor. Bucky was out of his seat in a flash, by your side, helping you clear up your mess.

“Thanks, Bucky!”

“No problem,” he grinned shyly. He always felt a little nervous when he was in such close proximity to you. He wondered if you could hear his heart pounding. “Looks like you need a little help.”

Had you just heard correctly? Was Sergeant Bucky Barnes offering to help you bake Christmas goodies?

“Really?” you asked, hopefully.

There was no way Bucky could say no to those shining eyes, the sincerity behind them when you looked at him. He wanted to be close to you, but at the same time he wanted to run away in shame. Why would someone as pure as you be interested in someone like him? At least, that’s what he always told himself when you smiled in his direction. The two of you were friends, there was no doubt about that, but you were friends with everyone. Bucky wanted more. He wanted all of you.

“Well, I can’t have you accidentally hurting yourself making baked goods.” A faint blush stained his cheeks as he spoke.

Not that you noticed, attributing his color to the rising temperature from the oven.

“Can’t have that at all!” you giggled. “Here, want to measure out the flour?”

You move over, giving him space to do his own thing and pick up the eggs for your next recipe. Your concentration in avoiding dropping shell pieces into the mix was broken by the sound of Bucky’s voice singing quietly to Bing Crosby’s White Christmas. It took a lot of effort to bite back the smile the vision brought to your face. No one would believe the sight; the big bad Winter Soldier singing Holiday singles while baking festive treats. You never understood why people were frightened of him, why people would cross the street to avoid him. It made you angry when people shot fearful looks at him, you gritted your teeth when his reputation was slated in the media. Why couldn’t they see the soft hearted man you had come to love? You had given up trying to hide your grin as you imagined him in an apron with the words “kiss the chef” printed in bold red letters across it.

“Doll?” Bucky’s voice interrupted your fantasy, he was sporting a slightly concerned look. “You okay? You’ve gone really red.”

“Yeah, fine,” you squeaked. “I should probably stop drinking the wine.”

“Doll, you haven’t even opened the wine.” Bucky frowned at the empty glasses and corked bottle on the counter.

You tittered nervously, “yeah, right, umm, it’s just a bit hot.” You fanned your face, trying to disperse the deepening crimson color that was starting to look the same as the wine bottle before you.

Bucky shuffled closer to you. “Are you sure?”

“I’m fine, really, Bucky. Why don’t we start mixing this together?”

You handed Bucky the softened butter and were about to instruct him to beat it together with the sugar, but before you had the chance, Bucky had dropped the entire block into the bowl of flour he had just finished measuring out. A tiny yelp left your lips, which turned into a smothered giggle as Bucky’s flour coated face emerged through the mist created by the crater in the bowl. Without hesitation, you grabbed a clean towel and started dusting his maroon Henley.

Bucky was laughing along with you as you dusted away the flour. Eventually you'd cleared up most of the flour, but he had missed a spot. You mustered up your courage to reach up and brush your fingers over his nose.

“Did you get it all?” he asked.

He was standing impossibly close to you. And you wondered if you had imagined the way his eyes flicked down to your lips for a fraction of a second.

“I think so,” you smiled bashfully. “But maybe you should let me finish up on this.”

“Do you want me to do anything else?” Bucky felt a sudden pang of discomfort. What if you didn't want him around at all.

“Yes! I suck at opening those bottles.” You pointed at the wine. “Do you mind pouring a couple of glasses for us?”

“No problem!” Bucky completed his task efficiently and with enthusiasm.

He waited patiently for you, watching you mix the batter with expertise. You rolled out the dough and held out a couple of cookie cutting molds.

“Which one? Snowflake or Christmas tree?”

Bucky grabbed the snowflake from your open hand and went to work on the dough. You couldn't help but notice how cute he looked as he tried to fit as many cookies on one roll without having to re-roll. It was adorable how his tongue stuck out a little as he concentrated on the task before him. You let him arrange his concoctions on the baking tray.

“What now?”

As if on cue, the oven binged, indicating that the cupcakes you'd put in earlier were done.

“Now, we swap this tray for that one!” you pointed at the oven.

“No problem!” Bucky opened the oven and shoved his left hand inside to grab the baking tray.

“Bucky!” you shrieked. “You don't have any oven gloves!”

Bucky chuckled.

“Doesn't it burn?” you demanded, a little distressed by his nonchalance.

“Doll, calm down.” He put the tray of cupcakes on the counter and showed you his metal palm. “It's fine, metal, remember?”

When your heart finally stopped pounding from panic, you covered your face in embarrassment. Bucky took your fingers and gently pried them off your face, smiling down at you, his eyes filled with more mirth than you were used to.

“So want to frost the cakes?” You grabbed the closest cone of frosting, trying to hide behind it.

“Sure.”

Bucky leaned into your side, making you squeeze the frosting filled cone with unease and painting your face with a green glaze. Bucky was having the time of his life, the thought that he was making you uncomfortable was giving him a much needed confidence boost to do what he wanted to.

“Errr, Doll, you have a little.” He motioned at his mouth.

“Oh,” you wiped a small spot off your cheek, not quite getting all of it. “Did I get it?”

Bucky sucked his lips in for a moment, contemplating his next move. “May I?”

You nodded. He placed his hand on your jaw, his thumb next to the edge of your mouth. “There's just a little…”

Bucky leaned in slowly, his eyes focused on yours for a moment looking for signs of discomfort from your part.

To you, everything felt like it was moving in slow motion. Gently, Bucky covered your sugar coated lips with his and licked it off. His tenderness took your breath away.

As he finally drew back, he stopped, his nose brushing yours. His eyes searched yours for a reaction.

“Is it gone?”

“Want me to do it again, to make sure?”

“I'd like that.”

This time you kissed him back, letting his tongue tango with yours. Bucky's warm hands brushed your arms, coming to rest on your waist while yours found purchase on his sturdy chest. When the kiss ended, you felt flustered but the corners of your mouth wouldn't stop turning up.

Bucky picked up another colored cone. “So this can't be too hard, right?”

You laughed, showing him how you liked to decorate your cakes. Even though you'd not spoken the words out loud, you and Bucky had a mutual understanding about how you felt for each other.

And unbeknownst to you and Bucky, your friends watched the blossoming romance unfold with knowing smiles and a mild frown from Steve who forked up $50 to Sam for his accurate predictions.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes fan fiction #finding the christmas spirit

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lovelettersbyj · 3 months

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A King and His Queen ❌

Warnings: Kissing, slight man-handling, intense biting, unprotected sex, slight dom!Coriolanus, ejaculation on body.

Pairing: Coriolanus Snow x Fem Reader(?).

Summary: After a surprise Academy ceremony, Coriolanus Snow is now one of 24 Academy students in charge of a tribute for the 10th Annual Hunger Games ceremony. Pearl Whitegrove, desperate to climb her way to the top in Panem, must try anything and everything she can to keep Coriolanus Snow focused on the big picture. Even if that means, extreme, and potentially seductive measures.

Word Count: 2,192.

A/N: Happy holidays! I know it's been a minute, but I hope everyone had a wonderful winter break. I've been attempting to draft out how I want these events to play out; I really love Pearl and this toxic love affair so I want to make sure I include everything I thought of. Some of the dialogue might be slightly off from the movie since I'm shaping it around to my idea. I hope you all enjoy! Make sure to comment and let me know what you think. 💛

Also a very happy birthday to Tom Blyth! An absolute coincidence I'm finally posting part two today, but a great one nonetheless.

Read Part One here.

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The crowds of students, parents, school staff, and Capitol citizens flooded the ballroom floor; everyone clearly in a mild state of panic. Tributes and mentors? Academy students as mentors? There’s no way they’d be able to train these kids to survive a slaughter in The Games. But that wasn't entirely the point, was it?

I pushed my way through the vibrantly dressed bodies, raising myself up as high as I could in search of Coriolanus’ blonde head. About to admit defeat, a hand wrapped itself around my right bicep and pulled me back. I gasped as I turned around, arms wrapping around me and two familiar blue eyes staring right at me, “Are you alright?”

I nodded warily, “Yes.”

Coriolanus guided us stealthily out of the ballroom, avoiding anyone attempting to approach him and rile up an anger-fueled conversation. We ended up outside by the car loading area, thankfully empty. We stood in between the large concrete columns, attempting to stay relatively hidden from any prying eyes.

“What the hell is going on with Highbottom?” Coriolanus snapped, “Students as tributes? Is he out of his mind?”

I chuckled, “Clearly. Those kids are all going to die anyway; the Games themselves are getting more boring every year. If something doesn’t change they’ll just stop doing them altogether. The Capitol is desperate.”

Coriolanus went silent, his eyes glued to the floor. I watched him a moment, then stepped closer to him, lifting my hands and clutching his pale cheeks in my grasp. “Coryo, look at me.”

His serious expression remained, but his eyes began to soften as he focused on me.

“You’ve got this, Coriolanus Snow. You’re going to show Highbottom and everyone in the Capitol what you’re capable of.”

He chuckled, “But Lucy Gray—” “I don’t care about Lucy Gray. I care about you, and I care about you impressing Dr. Gaul. I know you want to help your family, and I know you want to ultimately work in the Capitol, right?”

He nodded, raising his hands and lightly holding my forearms, “I want to do great things with Panem.” He spoke so softly; a first glimpse at vulnerability. His eyes almost watering, looking at me a bit more desperately now, “I want to be President.”

“And you will, Coryo. I know you will. But you can’t lose sight of what they want out of the games. It’s not just about who survives. It’s about who they remember the most… And they’ve got to remember you.”

Fuck it. Before thinking twice I pulled his face towards me and kissed his warm lips. I felt his hands tense against my arms; fingers pressing a bit harder on the skin. This kiss was so comforting, for both of us. He sighed into the kiss, growing more confident now and pulling me into him. Suddenly a cough followed by someone clearing their throat made us pull away hastily.

Turning around, we both were uncomfortably joined by Dean Highbottom, who leaned against a concrete pillar with his lips draining the last drops of a clear liquid in a tiny glass bottle.

“Always creeping around, aren’t you Highbottom?” I chuckled dryly, turning to face him as Coryo’s nervous hand gripped my wrist, “Don’t you have children to terrorize?”

A ghost of a smile decorated his face; sarcasm dripping from a chuckle as he looked up at me, “Hanging around the Snows, are we Pearl? That’s low, even for you.”

I took a step closer, but Coryo’s hand held me firm and prevented me from getting any closer, “You better watch how you speak about Coriolanus and his family. They’re more powerful than you could ever dream of being.”

“Well, it’s a good thing I don’t crave power… unlike some people. Isn’t that right, Snow?” His gaze darted over towards Coriolanus, who stood silent behind me.

I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms and shaking my head, “You can try to scare the Academy graduates all you want, but Coriolanus is going to win. You’ll see.”

Highbottom chuckled again. “With that little songbird? I don’t think so.” He began to walk away from us, heading back inside to the chaos he had created not long ago. Stopping in his tracks, he turned to face us again, “It’s a good thing Whitegrove is here to stand up for you, huh Snow? But once the Games begin, you’re going to be all alone… Then we’ll see how powerful you really are.”

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The sun had set in Panem, everyone holed up in their homes, anxious after the ground-breaking news. I was with Coriolanus in the old Snow mansion, sitting in the living room with my legs crossed and watching the blonde haired man pace back and forth as he explained to Tigris exactly what had happened earlier that day. She was disapproving of the way Snow talked about Lucy Gray Baird, practically chastising him for doing so. She snapped back at him saying that if she was in Lucy’s position, she wouldn’t trust Coryo at all— my blood boiling at the insult.

“What else is he supposed to do then, Tigris? Let her go into the Games knowing full well she’s going to die right away? Let’s be serious for a moment.”

The two of them looked over to me now, Tigris’ eyes narrowed, “So what do you suggest?”

I paused for a beat, thinking sincerely. I still had no idea what Coriolanus should do, but there was no way in hell he was about to lose this ridiculous competition. He needed to win… I needed him to win.

“That’s what I thought.” She spat out dryly.

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Tigris had abandoned Coriolanus and I in a bubbling rage, closing herself away in her room for the night. I now sat in an old, worn out chair in the corner of Coryo’s small room. He nervously picked some clutter off of the ground, rummaging around in a quick attempt to make everything seem a bit more presentable.

“It’s okay, Coryo.” I assured softly, “Just relax.”

Resting a broken pencil on his desk, he sat himself on the edge of his small bed, directly across from me. We basked awkwardly in a moment of silence, before he exhaled a nervous breath, “I have no idea what I’m going to say to her tomorrow.”

“I think showing up at the train station is a smart idea. I doubt any of the other mentors would ever think about doing something like that, you’re on the right track.”

I stood up, shrugging my coat off of my shoulders and tossing it onto the back of the chair. Stepping closer to Coryo, I delicately lifted a hand onto a stray curly lock that hung over his forehead, tucking it back behind his ear and cupping his face, “You’re a brilliant man, Coriolanus Snow. You’re going to get Lucy Gray Baird to trust you, and you will be King of Panem one day.”

“King?” His eyebrows furrowed.

I chuckled, “King, President. Whatever you prefer.”

“There’s no way I’m going to win with her, she’s not going to last a day—” “She doesn’t need to last a day. She just needs to be remembered; so that you can be remembered.”

Coryo’s features went soft; eyes watering at the thought of how low his chances were. The fate of his future in Panem rested in the arms of a lowly girl from District 12. I cupped his face with both hands now, brushing away a tear that managed to slip down.

“If you can impress Dr. Gaul by the time all of this is over, you won’t need to worry about some District 12 country bum. You hold all the power, Coriolanus. You are powerful.”

Slowly, I lowered myself in between his legs, straddling his right thigh. His eyes darted down to watch the way I pressed down onto him, his mouth letting out a soft gasp.

“Pearl…”

Coryo’s eyes met mine, and our gazes held a moment. Suddenly he wasted no time in kissing me, his hands gripping the back of my neck to hold me in place as his lips tackled mine. I wrapped both arms around his wide shoulders, using his body to steady myself as my energy quickly grew weak under his touch.

Hastily in between kisses, my fingers fumbled with his white shirt buttons in a desperate attempt to pull the material off of his body, Coriolanus doing the same with the zipper of my golden dress. His hands slowly glided up the sides of my body, long fingers taking in what he could as he made his way up to my breasts. An excited spark went up my spine, feeling his cool, pale hands against my warm flesh.

His hands cupped the outer curvature, massaging the breasts slowly. I bit my lip at his intricate touch, closing my eyes and slightly leaning my head back as I swallowed hard. At this notion, Coryo immediately leaned forward and clung his lips onto my fully exposed neck, playfully digging his teeth and swirling his tongue on a single, concentrated spot. Eventually his hands expertly unclasped the bra, and the clothing item also found its way quickly to the floor.

My hand rested on his fully hard cock, pressing aggressively against his tight black slacks. I knead my hand slowly, making sure to guide it along the full length. Coriolanus groaned, his head falling onto my exposed shoulder as he was fully at my mercy. I slipped his earlobe in between my lips, biting it teasingly as I slipped my hand past the pant confines and through the boxer briefs. His cock was rock solid, and at the touch of my hand twitched excitingly. I guided my hand along the length, only slightly cupping his balls before working my way up and beginning a steady pump rhythm.

“Oh my god, fuck,” Coriolanus gasped, one hand wrapped around my wrist as I continued to work my way along his cock. His eyes fluttered closed, and I pressed my lips onto his forehead as his breaths grew short and aggressive; I knew he was close.

Suddenly he pulled my hand out, and in a quick switch in attitude, he was back in charge. Coriolanus ripped my dress down, making sure to include my panties as he left me fully nude. He finished pulling off his pants and boxers, and with both hands on my waist, pulled me on slowly over his fully erect dick.

“Those were some pretty inspiring words,” He spoke in a low growl, guiding my hips as he slowly rocked me back and forth against him, “You just want a man with power, huh?”

“Oh,” I shuddered, completely at a loss of control. My core pulsed as my dripping warmth completely coated onto his entire girth. His hands pressed deeply onto my hip bones, guiding my rhythm as his mouth sucked hard on my exposed collar bone. My hands dug into his soft, blonde hair, looping my fingers in his curls as I held onto him dearly.

He continued his pace, my grinding trying to become a bit more desperate as I felt a tight ball of heat build up in my core. I started to pant, pulling tightly on his hair as I moaned out, “I’m going to c-cum.”

Coriolanus smirked in delight, moving a hand down to my clit and rubbing the sensitive bud vigorously with his thumb as he gave me a long kiss, swirling his tongue on my lower lip before pulling away and whispering, “Cum for me, my queen.”

His deep voice was enough to push me over the edge, and I clung to his broad back as I dropped my head onto his right shoulder, my teeth sinking into his skin as I felt my warm juices release completely onto his lap.

“Coryo,” I gasped out, and I felt his chest rise and fall in a soft chuckle, pleased with the mess I had made on his body. He wrapped his arms around my curves, pulling me close as I continued to slowly ride out my high.

“I can get used to this, sweetheart.” Coriolanus smiled, lifting my chin to look up at him as he left a tender kiss on my lips, “You’re beautiful.”

I chuckled softly, kissing him again on the cheek as he helped lift me up. My legs slightly wobbled as I steadied myself, and he immediately reached over to grab a cloth. We both laughed, slightly embarrassed as we cleaned ourselves up. Coriolanus and I settled in his bed, practically clinging to each other under his bedsheet cover. “You’re going to do great tomorrow, Coriolanus. I believe in you.”

His hand held the side of my face as his thumb repeatedly stroked my cheek softly, “With you by my side, all my doubts are fading away.”

I had him. He trusts me—needs me. He’s mine.

“Is that why you called me your queen?” I giggled, leaning up to kiss him.

He smirked, nodding his head slightly, “As you said, I’m going to be the King of Panem one day. Every King needs a Queen, right?”

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last christmas | part 2

“this year, to save me from tears ; ill give it to someone special.”

❆ pairing ; strangers to ?? park gunwook x fem reader

❆ genre ; fluff, slight drama +(ft taesan/jaehyun of bnd and yunjin of lsrfm ^^)

❆ warnings ; swearing, and kinda toxic relationships

❆ wordcount ; 2.4k

❆ synopsis ; beginning your second year of college and you feel youve hit rock bottom. on your own after your ex kicked you out, and taking on a seasonal job at a christmas shop to pay off student loans? everythings gone to shit. but then, you see him for the first time. and you realize there really was a little light in the darkness — your someone special.

♡ kona speaks ! - vaguely follows the plot of the film last christmas (2 part story)

read below the cut !

you cant say you were all to proud of yourself now.

sure, you were a pretty incredible student by high school graduation, with a 3.9 gpa and all (not to mention making it to seoul national university with your beloved boyfriend).

but, that was a year ago.

who wouldve thought it was possible for your life to go so far downhill, in just a span of roughly over 12 months?

your parents had found a better job opportunity in london, but your mom wanted you and your brother to be nearby.

meaning doing so without running it by you of course, which led to her enrolling you into imperial college as a foreign transfer student.

your boyfriend was pretty upset, but nevertheless, followed you despite your best efforts telling him not to (which meant him forfeiting his scholarship at snu).

once your family first heard he would follow suit to london, they gave you an ultimatum. and stupidly, you chose love over family.

they never approved of him anyway.

it was fine for the meanwhile.

at least until you broke up, and he decided to place the blame on you.

it was your flat you bought with your own money anyway. what did he ever do for you? how dare he kick you out of your own home!

you watched while gyuvin pulled your luggage out the closet, pushing it towards you.

“what the hell are you doing!” you exclaimed as he began to pull your clothes off hangers and throw them towards your direction.

“helping you leave.” he muttered.

“what did i even do? you just wake up one day and decide its my fault you followed me to another continent despite me saying you shouldnt? i told you not to leave your dreams behind, and you chose to ignore me!”

“well maybe you didnt try hard enough! i just know that i dont feel the same about you now as i did then.”

“so thats it?” you scoffed. “you realize this is my apartment? i pay the rent. you just practically live here for free. you cant just kick me out of my own home!”

he only ignored you and shoved piles upon piles of clothing into 2 separate suitcases, before gently escorting you to the door.

“gyuvin. gyuv! kim gyuvin! you cant just leave me here!” you begged.

“im sorry y/n. but its over. maybe if you hadnt taken all that mattered to me we couldve worked out.” gyuvin spoke before slowly closing the door, leaving you out in the cold wearing only pajamas.

“what the fuck am i supposed to do now..” you whispered to yourself, thinking of the only possible places to go.

sure your number of options was minimal, but you began with the only person you thought you could count on anyway.

“what the hell are you doing here?” taesan expressed in shock while he stared at you standing at his front door.

“need somewhere to crash.. surprise?” you shrugged jokingly, trying to lighten the mood as you and your brother werent on the brightest terms.

“goodbye y/n.” he sighed as he turned to lock you out.

“han taesan you let me in this instant! you cant just leave me to die in the middle winter!” you exclaimed, stepping through the door frame so it couldnt close.

“wheres gyuvin?” he scoffed. “i mean, youre the one who left me with mom and dad to buy a house for him anyway.”

“we broke up. blamed me and said i was the reason he lost everything in seoul or whatever. and he still kicked me out of MY home.”

taesan let out a heavy breath, looking around before pushing the door out more for you to walk through.

“..you mean it?” you pondered hesitantly.

“i suppose. i know we warned you about him and all, but youre still my baby sister.” he half heartedly grinned, pointing his head in the direction of his hallway as a gesture for you to come in.

you knew he was still mad at you despite not showing it, but knowing your brother, hes still someone who you could rely on in any situation.

“yeah. and uh- just a heads up, i still live with jaehyun and leehan, plus we dont have an extra room so.. we’ll just figure it out later.”

“thank you.”

a week later and you were doing better than before. though it wasnt easy to forget the incident, you still managed with the new living situation and all.

you woke up bright and early the following morning for work, ready to sell christmas ornaments for the rest of your life under your boss, huh yunjin, as you were now on break from school.

considering jaehyuns bed wasnt all too comfortable, you still slept pretty well. youre grateful he took the couch for you during that first week. ‘maybe ill get him something as a thank you.’

“what are you doing up so early?” taesan asked, holding off on the toast he was about to eat as he watched you rush downstairs.

“got work. not like dads willing to pay student loans anymore right?”

“the christmas shop, still?” jaehyun asked from his seat on the couch.”

“cant have a full time job as a full time student. it just worked out while im on christmas break.”

your brother nudged you in your stomach, motioning for you to thank his friend for his deed.

“-oh and thanks for taking the couch. i owe you. if you want food or anything ill cover the cost and pick it up in return.” you continued.

“its fine. i get it, the last few days were rough. dont worry about it.” he smiled.

after a quick 10ish (or so) minute walk to the street side store you worked at, you realized you were about 5 minutes past the time you were meant to clock in for your shift.

walking into the store, it was no surprise it was already crowded by 8:36am seeing as christmas was 2 weeks away now.

“y/n! y/n get over here! where is your uniform?” yunjin questioned as more of a whisper yell.

before you got the chance to reply, she quickly cut you off and said, “nevermind that. just please hurry to change and come help me with all these people!”

you wave off her dismissive behavior, and speed walk to the bathroom, making sure to pass the lockers to grab your uniform on the way.

“i forgot how itchy this was..” you grumble as you slip on the ugly elf costume yet again before leaving to the front desk.

“welcome in! please let us know if theres anything you need help with!” yunjin smiled as another person walks through the door, putting on her customer service voice.

“guess you dont need me anymore?” you asked jokingly, noticing there was no one within a 10 foot distance of the check out line.

“why must you take so long to change? i only had enough time to help half those people. the other half left after mr smith came in to return all the ornaments he broke again. he really knows how to hold up a line.” she sighed, moving in the direction of a huge box of broken material.

“you cant keep letting them return damaged product. we are losing enough money as is, santa.” you gestured to her new character change yet again as you realize where a good chunk of the budget went. “what was wrong with the reindeer costume?”

“it didnt make it clear that im the owner. the shop is called santas workshop dont you know? cant call it santas workshop if theres no santa.”

you laughed brightly at yunjin while she picked up the box to bring it to the back, just as another person walked in.

“welcome in!-” you call out, before cutting yourself off as you caught a glimpse of his face.

he was pretty gorgeous, you couldnt lie. from what you noticed, he had shortish black hair and big eyes to compliment his soft lips (not to mention his build was pretty insane too. he definitely works out).

the very same guy who caught your attention came to you shortly after, seeking some assistance on picking a gift, so you were happy to comply.

“im not sure what she’d like. its hard shopping for a 14 year old.” he said.

“what’s your relation to her? just like so i know how close you are so its easier to help.”

“my younger cousin. we arent that close, but its our first family gathering in a while and my mom wants me to get something for everyone. but shes always been.. far from an open book. so im lost”

you thought long and hard about what your cousins around that age like, before coming to a final decision.

you attempt to reach for the legos, but you almost fall over as it was just barely out of reach, sitting on one of the higher shelves.

carefully, he steadies you by holding your arm and reaches to grab the item you were aiming at.

“this?” the guy questions as he hands you the orchid lego set.

“yeah! im not sure if it suites her or anything but you cant go wrong with legos. the price isnt too bad and its suitable for anyone at any age for the most part.” you shrugged.

“that actually.. makes perfect sense. youre really good at your job, no? thank you.”

“no worries. if theres anything else i could help you with, weve got a new selection of stuffed animals your girlfriend might like.” you spoke like it was nothing, acting as if you werent just trying to get information.

“i actually.. dont..i don’t have a girlfriend.” he chuckled awkwardly as he brought up a hand to rub the back of his neck.

“oh really? im surprised someone like you doesnt have a pretty girl on your arm.” you said nonchalantly while you attempted to hide your smile (as if you were going to make a move).

“oh stop!” he waved off when you pointed out how red his ears were getting, assuming you only were trying to boast his ego (hes so unaware)((please get the hint)).

you walk back with him to the register so he could pay after realizing there wasnt much more he needed. “that’ll be 45 charged to your card.” you smiled.

“thank you, ms..?” trailing off as he notices he never actually got your name.

“han. y/n han. glad to be of assistance.”

“oh and- one more thing?”

“sure, what else?”

“what time does the store close?”

“10 at night. extended business hours every saturday.”

“surely youre joking? theres no one else here but you and the owner! thats in like 13 hours. youre working a 14 hour shift?”

“yeah but i get paid way extra so its fine, i really do need it. and yeah we are beyond understaffed but its alright.” you laugh, masking your exhaustion and dread with a bit of your lighthearted energy.

“really? i could never, must be so tiring.”

“it is, beyond imagination. but we do what we can.”

“get home safely then alright? its scary leaving that late especially considering the predators go after pretty ladies.”

“youre a tricky one arent you! how dare you mask that as an attempt to flirt.” you gasp playfully, “ill be fine, its not that far of a walk.”

“walk? youre not really walking home are you?” “well yeah, its not like i can drive when i dont have a car myself.”

“by any chance, might you need-”

“y/n! leave the poor man alone! i need you to stock the shelves in the ornaments section!” yunjin calls out from the storage room and interrupting the conversation.

“ill get to it.” you call back.

“well, i should get going then. it really was lovely meeting you.” he smiles.

“thank you, take care!” you reply, waving as he leaves.

it only hit you many hours later (quite literally an hour before you clock out) that you never got his name, and you regret it oh so much!

even yunjin felt pity for you, multitasking and listening to you ramble about the mysterious man despite all the work she had going on whilst you both sat in her office seeing as there were no customers beyond 9:30pm.

“why cant we close early if theres no one coming past a certain time? its not like anyone needs to be christmas shopping at.. 9:49 at night.”

“its just in case theres anyone who needs something, we cant miss a chance to make more money when we’re low on rent money.” she reminded.

“its only 11 minutes though.”

“and where do you have to be in 11 minutes? you live with your brother and his two roommates with no boyfriend and instead worry about a man you just met.”

“ouch, you need to go out more.”

“y/n you know i love you but i have no time for that nonsense. i need to have fun, yes, but money is essential. clubbing and drinking does not get you there, we both know that.”

finally, the dreaded 11 minutes were up and it was time to lock up after a crazy long shift. though, you cant say you were looking forward to walking home after standing in heels all day.

it was all most as if your prayers were answered (or just by a really strange coincidence(?)) that someone on a motorcycle stopped in front of you as you crossing the street.

“heard you needed a ride?” the guy from earlier said as he took off his helmet.

“what are you doing here? its late out.” you replied, acting calm as if your heart wasn’t beating out of your chest.

“cant leave you to walk alone in the dark, can i, pretty lady?”

“youre smart, ill give you that.” you smile when you feel your cheeks go hot.

“ill take you home. come on.”

maybe it wasnt the best idea to give a stranger your address, but he seemed nice enough, and pretty trustworthy to say the least.

you sat behind him as he drove through the streets, with your arms wrapped around his waist, your chest flush against his back as you wore the helmet he let you borrow.

he was so naturally warm you felt his body heat through the sweater he wore, thankfully keeping you from being to cold.

soon enough you were home, and he was walking you up to the front door.

“thank you for today even if it wasnt all that much, i had a lot of fun. you made my work day more.. bearable.” you smiled.

“of course, you can always call if you need a ride or anything. dont want you getting sick when its storm season.” he reminded before slipping you a postcard with his number on it.

“id love to get to know you more, but i just broke up with my boyfriend last week.. give me some time?”

sure you technically were the one who found him attractive first but, you never actually thought about initiating something more.

he smiled without a second thought, nodding his head slightly. “of course, i understand. just know ill be here, waiting.”

“wait! i never got your name?”

“ill see you later y/n!” he called out as he left, driving off in the opposite direction.

you sighed and unlocked the door with the spare key leehan gave you, and notice him sitting next to jaehyun when you walked in.

“you have a boyfriend and you didnt tell me? how could you! i thought we were friends.” leehan expressed dramatically from the couch as you took off your shoes at the door.

“not a boyfriend, just a friend. why were you even- whatever. wheres taesan?”

“in the bathroom.”

“thanks. uh- jaehyun is it okay if i change in your room since i left my clothes there?”

“go ahead.” he reassured. “oh! also, by the time you come back the pizza we ordered should be here too.”

you close the door behind you and pull out the index card from earlier to save the number as a contact. however, you couldnt help but smile as you read what it said below.

“your personal uber when you need it! +44 28xxx0xx29 -xoxo gunwook park :)”

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The Winter Sun (18)

18. The Calm before the Storm

MASTERLIST

Summary: When everything is this calm under such horrific circumstances, you know a storm is coming

Pairing: Cregan Stark x Fem!Targaryen Reader

Warnings: Cursing, medieval and asoiaf customs, AGE GAP, Cregan is 12 years OLDER than reader), arranged marriage, war! and all that comes with it, death of a character, talk about war and battles, the dance is coming folks!. might miss some warnings

+18, MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 3 k

Notes: things are heating up!!

“My brother died alone”, whined Jacaerys, at least by now, three days later, he had stopped crying, he raised from his chambers to eat and drink, and now he was drunk on arbour wine, but at least he was processing it

“He died on top of his dragon”, you said, caressing his arm, “like a true Targaryen”, you had to hide your own sadness and fears.

Aemond had killed him.

The man that had said that he was going to come for you when his brother is King.

His brother was King

“I should have been there, it should’ve been me”, he said

“No”, you said

“You don’t understand!”, he said, “that day he was so nervous, I told him to “man up””, he whined, “he didn’t want to go, he wasn’t ready, he told my mother so, and we made him go anyways”

“You could have never predicted this”, said Sara, touching his other arm, you looked over the table at Cregan, and it was kind of comical how he was sitting there alone and you and Sara were comforting Jace

“I know… but…”, you only shushed him gently as you kept comforting him. You were snowed in Winterfell, and you and Cregan had to restrain him and prevent him from taking to the skies to return to Dragonstone, a few yards into the sky and he was sure to freeze to death.

Bitter tears fell down his cheeks

“My baby brother”, he whined, “he was only sixteen”, you laid your head on his shoulder

“They will pay for everything”, you said, determined, “they will”

But you weren’t certain, the last thing you wanted to do was make the North march on the South, to battle, were thousands could die, it was certainly not the best idea, but you had to do something, Cregan was sworn to Rhaenyra, if she said to march, they will have to.

Getting Jace into bed was tricky, he was drunk on wine and he stumbled down the corridors, Cregan grabbed his arm to pass it over his shoulders to help him to his chambers, you and Sara shared concerned looks

“We need to make reinforcements on Winterfell’s walls”, she said decisively

“You think he will come all the way here?”, you asked, fearful, she only looked at you worried

“He just might”, she whispered, in her eyes there was sadness, but you probably just imagined it

You met Cregan again in your chambers, the nannies had taken Rickon, but they were soon going to bring him back to you. Cregan was so tense and silent, not with you, but you could feel it in the air.

“You are worrying”, he said

“You too”, you accused, he sighed

“I am”, you shared looks, “we have barely survived winter and a war is coming”

“I know”, you whispered, and you couldn’t help but feel a little guilty, even if you had nothing to do with it, it was your family that was going to fight each other, “you don’t have to go”, you assured him, “we don’t have to fight this war”

“I’m sworn to Rhaenyra”, he said, “the Hightowers.. they betrayed her, they usurped the throne, they need to be brought to justice”, he said, and you realized this has somehow struck a nerve inside of your husband

“You don’t have to be the executioner of that justice”, you said softly

“I will support my Queen”, he said, “with us, as will others, we will be a great army, half the continent at the least, they will not stand a chance”

“They have dragons”

“The blacks also has dragons”, he said, “more by our counts”

“Still”, you whispered

“War comes at a great price, but in the end…”, he said walking until he held you in his arms, “we will prevail”, he said, you looked into his eyes and saw nothing but certainty

“But Cregan…”, you tried to fight but he shushed you gently”

“My love”, he called back, his eyes had this immense power over you.

“But what if we do not prevail?”, you asked with tears in your eyes and a trembling voice

“I’ll tell you why”, he said, he made you sit on the edge of the bed and he seated right next to you, “I will tell you a part of a speech my father gave me when I turned fifteen, in his eyes I was a man, and he believed I needed to hear this words”, you looked at him wide eyed, “I believe we will prevail because you need to believe certain things…”

“What things?”, you asked

“That people are basically good; that honor, courage, and virtue mean everything; that power and money, money and power mean nothing; that good always triumphs over evil; and I want you to remember this, that love... true love never dies”, he cradled your face between his hands, “You remember that, my love. You remember that. Doesn't matter if it's true or not. You see, a man should believe in those things, because those are the things worth believing in”, you close your eyes and just cherish the moment. You closed your eyes and he kissed your lips softly

“I love you”, you whispered, love-drunk and in a Cregan-haze

“I love you, my true love, my silver dragon, my summer princess”, he praised, and you buried your face in his chest as he held you.

“Aemond what have you done?”, Alicent snapped, “you killed Lucerys!”, Aemond but all ignored his mother, serving himself a cup of wine

“He was intended to rally allies against my brother”, he said, “what would you have me do?”, he asked then, looking at her

“Not killing him, we have given then a reason to throw the Kingdoms into war!”, she all but yelled, looking at him with teary eyes

“I think we gave them a reason to when we imprisoned them and usurped her throne”, he mocked

“You don’t seem upset that you killed your nephew”, she whispered, scared of what she saw in her son, her favorite and most favored son

“I did not command my dragon to swallow his”, he said simply, “Vhagar decided on her own to eliminate that threat”

“I don’t believe you, no one will”, she said with a trembling voice

“It happened what it needed to happen”, he said, “the war was going to start one way or another”

“Aemond…”

“I need to speak to my brother”, he said bitterly, and left the room

To the surprise of no one, he found his brother - The King- in his chambers, laughing, already drunk and the sun had barely set on the horizon.

As soon as he saw him, Aegon began to clap and laugh hysterically

“If it isn’t the Kinslayer”, he laughed, Aemond flinched at the sour nickname, “don’t make that face brother”, he said, “I’m actually congratulating you”, hes aid bitterly, “our cunt of a sister will take months to weep and cry, you have given us the perfect opportunity to attack that wretched island and kill everyone on it”

“We have yet to prepare the army”, he said, “the Lannister fleet in on the other side of the country, an attack on that scale is going to take months to prepare…”, but Aegon moves his hand, dismissing his brother’s words

“The little shit is dead…”

“yes”, he whispered, Aegon looked into his brother’s eyes and laughed even harder

“You are here for her, aren’t you?”, he mocked, “Gods, brother, you are so predictable”

“She is in the North”, he said

“And she will remain there, until that freaking snow melts”, he said, it was funny, Aegon’s mouth moved but the words that came of it were his grandfather’s

A marvelous thing

Aemond didn’t liked the answer, but it made sense

“We are assuming the Starks will side with the bitch, but they will nor march now, we have months…”

“And then?”, he asked

“When the Starks and the North show their true colors I will give you what you asked of me brother”, he said with a teasing smile, “I will strip those dogs of everything they have, and as they are marching we will burn them, they will never get past The Neck”

This didn’t pleased Aemond

He considered himself a patient man, but with you? he couldn’t wait no longer, but he had to

“And then?”

“You can go and get her yourself”, he said with that wicked smile of his, “but leave the pup to the northerners”

And with that Aemond left the room.

The armies were gathering, the dragons were restless, Westeros was going to burn.

And he couldn’t wait

As the Baratheon prepared his army, Aemond was preparing the Royal army, and together they were going to march North and burn everything and everyone that sided with Rhaenyra.

But it could take months

You had not commented on it, but Jacaerys spent a lot of time gazing at your son, you only smiled and encouraged it, in his eyes was longing, and dreams of a future, a shy smile on his lips as he let Ricked grab his index finger in his small hand.

Sara would often join him with a soft smile and kind words, they were spending an awful lot together, and Cregan grew worried, very worried.

But how could we deny him?

Cregan was growing distant, not with you personally, but you could tell he was preparing for something, he was getting in a tough mental state to be in.

He was preparing for war, for battle, for the hunt and for the kill of his enemies

It wasn’t easy

You were growing restless as well, a storm could be seen on the horizon. you wanted the snow to melt, so you could go with Jace, fly back to Dragonstone and get your dragon, you will feel so much better once she is here, near you. Vhaelar was one of the biggest dragons in the family, well, nothing could compare to Vhagar, but… she was similar in size with Melyes, and just as formidable.

She was the hatchling of one of the Conquerors, after all, the same one she was expected to fight.

But you were getting ahead of yourself.

As you looked at Rickon, sleeping soundly, unaware of the dangers and the cruelties of the world, you wanted to convince yourself that Aemond was not going to come for you, he wasn’t. Why would he want you to know? you had a child, you belonged to another man, surely he was now after a marriage pact with the Baratheons or the Tullys, or the Tyrells, the Lannisters even, why would he want you for? after all this time?

He had probably already forgotten you.

You were interrupted by Cregan

“Autumn finally came back”, he said, “she was hunting but… she is here”

“Great”, you said with a wide smile

“I think it’s time”, he said, looking a you wide eyed, expectantly, and you sighed, but nodded

“Very well”

You stood by the entrance to the Godswood as Cregan took Rickon in his arms. He has told you he wanted to do this, you weren’t quite sure but you couldn’t deny him, you wanted to do the same when Vhaelar was here.

Between the trees appeared the dark fur of your husband’s direwolf, her golden eyes looked at his bonded human, but she approached slowly, lowering her head when she sniffed at the air and realized Cregan wasn’t alone, but in fact, she looked over him at you, and then back at Cregan.

You were amazed at how intelligent she was, she reminded you of Vhaelar in some capacity.

“Autumn”, called Cregan, “this is Rickon”, he introduced them, still with your baby glued to his chest, he showed the little face of your son to the Wolf. And took a step forwards so he was at Autumn’s reach, that made you uneasy, but he was safe, safer than ever.

Autumn came so close to him you gasped, but remained calm, because you trusted your husband completely

The Shewolf sniffed at Rickon, and she drew a delightful, soft whine, identifying the boy as a part of Cregan, you guessed, and then she leaned in and lapped at his little face. Cregan laughed wholeheartedly

“Good girl, this is your boy now”, he presented and you smiled widely, Rickon sneezed and Autumn drew back but then she leaned forwards again.

She rested the tip of her snout on Rickon’s chest, and then, she took some steps back, to turn around and disappear back again into the woods. Cregan turned back to you with the brightest smile he had drawn since your son was born, and you, as well, were terribly happy.

That night Cregan has convinced you to leave Rickon to the nannies, you reluctantly agreed, so you could have a proper dinner, seated with your family, Sara, Jace, and the Lord and Ladies that had managed to come to Cregan’s calling. You were also celebrating the soon end of the winter season. The days were getting long back again, the sun was shining in the sky.

Even though a war was coming, you felt the need to celebrate, and deep down you were scared that what you truly wanted to do was enjoying what you had as long as you had it.

But you shake your head as you nibble on your lamb chop, certainly a delicacy that you could enjoy now the snow was melting.

You looked over at Jace, that, omitting tradition, was not seated by your side but he asked to be placed next to Sara, at the other side of Cregan, and they were chatting amicably.

You didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

To your knowledge, Jace was betrothed, promised to Baela Targaryen, daughter of Daemon, and Sara, well, Sara was too nice, kind and beautiful to have her hopes up by someone who was promised to another girl.

You needed to have a chat with them later, as you take Cregan’s hand in your and squeezed reassuringly , he looked back at you and smiled warmly, and then you both turned to look at Lady Bolton, to keep chatting with her about the Dreafort’s defenses and how she could assure you that the maester she had in her disposition had been in Dorne and he was certain he could replicate scorpions to take down the Green’s Dragons.

And how that was going to make a difference

If it was up to you would have made hundreds of them to palace them in the Winterfell’s battlements, but Cregan wasn’t particularly interested in the tale.

Even though you were already fully healed, mostly, your lack of sleep made you tired, so you excused yourself from the table and stood up to go back to your chambers. Cregan promised he was going to follow soon after, but you will not hold him up to that.

The guards smiled at you as you walked by and you smiled back, but as you reached the last floor, your chamber’s floor, you came face to face witht he nannies, that had pale expressions in their faces

“What is going on?”, you asked

“My lady, we can’t go into the room”, squealed one

“Why not?”, but you did not care for the answer you ran down the corridor and over to your rooms and one of the nannies, the youngest and fastest, ran to fetch Cregan. The door was open so you couldn’t understand why… and then

“Autumn” you called, standing so still, she could easily jump you and maul you to shreds, the she-wolf looked back at you, and you gasped when you saw what she had on her jaws.

A puppy

And then you heard it, the moans and whimpers of puppies.

She leaned over the crib and placed the pup besides Rickon, and alongside her whole litter of six pups, all of them cuddling and sharing the crib of your son

You didn’t know if you were going to cry, or shout, or faint, or laugh or die with the cuteness.

She had placed her pups in your son's crib and you couldn’t believe it.

Cregan found you still on the doorway, smiling, and as he followed your eyes…

“It appears that she wasn’t hunting”, you told Cregan, and he only laughed loudly, “she was having pups of her own”, you said with a smile. Autumn laid down at the foot of the crib, and towards the door, protecting her cubs, all of them.

“What a great thing”

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