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twizzie-lairs · 3 months

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My Darling, My Honey

Alastor X Fem!Reader (Part 11)

Have a nice big chapter/part for the weekend! :D

Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11

Part 11:

Did.. did Charlie just say... Alastor?

You felt someone poke your face, multiple times, all at once, "Hey, Hey, miss bandage face, you good?"

You blink rapidly, being pulled out of your stupor and laugh awkwardly, "Ah haha, uh yeah. Yup, I'm good... Haha, thanks Angel.."

Angel just squints at you, not convinced of your act at all but just sighs and says, "Alright, whatever you say, weirdo.." and then returns back to chatting with Husk.

Vaggie, who was sitting next to you struck up a conversation, "Are you really sure you're okay to be up and around already? You look like you saw a ghost or something."

You briefly glanced at the radio that was sitting on the mantle on the wall before returning your attention to Vaggie, "Yeah, being up was much better than sitting doing nothing, I thought I was going to waste away if I didn't do something."

Vaggie sighs and nods her head, "I know the feeling."

"And.. I swear I thought I heard Charlie mention the name Al-"

"Alastor! You're back! We have a new guest staying at the hotel! Come say hi!" Charlie shot out of her seat as soon as she saw Alastor's shadows start to manifest, signaling his return.

You felt your blood run cold as your suspicions were confirmed. Yes, she just said Alastor. How common could that name be down here? This is just a coincidence, surely- Of all names!

"My, my dear Charlie, you seem quite excited! I haven't seen you bouncing off the walls like this in ages!" Alastor chuckles as he allows Charlie to practically drag him over by the wrist to the group.

He sounds like a radio host...

Your breath starts to quicken as Charlie guides him over to you, his aura feels so oppressive, unlike any Overlord you had ever met before... But what made your hair really stand on the back of your neck was the static noise that filled the air as he got closer. You felt your eyes shake and your gut sink in your stomach.

What was this feeling?

You gulp and look up, eyes wide, looking like a deer in headlights as you make eye contact with this "Alastor".

"Go on! Introduce yourself!" You felt Charlie nudge you excitedly, in an attempt to nudge you out of your frozen state.

On his face, a large, creepy grin/smile- (if you could even call it that) grew even larger on his face - a feat you didn't even know was possible. You felt like you should be scared but then... It dawned on you.

That feeling in your gut dissipated instantly and it felt like a weight got suddenly lifted off your chest.

This was Alastor. This was your Alastor.

Tears start rolling down your face uncontrollably as your body is racked with sobs.

"Heyyy! Hey! It's okay, (y/n)! I know Al can be a wee bit intimidating sometimes but I promise he's not a bad guy! Well... mostly.. haha..." Charlie trails off with a nervous chuckle as she scrambles around the lobby to find you some tissues to dry your tears.

Upon hearing your name said out loud, a loud record scratch filled the air.

"Haha... ha...Charlie, dearest! My, you'd think the years are catching up to me! Was that some sort of joke? Why, I didn't know you wanted to become a comedian! Did you say.. (y/n)? That must be a mistake. I've only ever known one person by that name and they surely couldn't have ended up in Hell of all places!" Alastor chuckles, the laugh track coming from his staff warping as he hovers over Charlie with an intimidating aura- thinking she was playing some sort of sick joke on him.

Charlie whips around to see Alastor up in her face and then she scrambles back, "Woah! What? Alastor! Gods, no, why would I joke about our new guest? That would go against everything i'm trying to do here!"

Alastor's gaze darts over to you, "You see, I think this '(y/n)' and I need to have a chat..." His eyes narrow as he makes quotation marks with his fingers as he says your name.

He walks towards you and grabs your wrist with force, finger like claws starting to dig into your arm- despite protest from Charlie and Vaggie to let you go- to stop harassing their new guest because you were still quite injured and fragile. Even Angel and Husk got up from their seats at the bar after hearing the commotion in the lounge and started yelling at him to stop hurting you because it was very apparent that you were in pain with how rough he was handling you.

Then, with a snap, he teleports you and himself up to his radio tower- away from all the commotion.

Alastor slams the door shut with a fury that you've never seen before, and locks it to make sure you won't even try to make a feeble attempt at an escape.

He was powerful. Alastor knew he didn't really need to lock the door because with his power, he could vaporize you before you even thought of making a dash for the door. He did it as an intimidation tactic because he knew the fear it instilled in his prey.

Now, walking towards you, he pointed his staff at your chest, and leaned in close to your face. Strange static and symbols fill the air as he and his antlers grow in size, towering over you.

"Now... who are you really? You get one chance to make a feeble excuse before I kill you and broadcast your screams for all of Hell to hear, for making a mockery of my dear (y/n) by taking the name of my beloved and masquerading around Hell- thinking you can show up here like this to try and mess with ME- tHe RaDiO DEMON."

You see dark shadows and tentacle-like masses appear, and you stumble backward until your back hits a wall, never breaking eye contact with him- your lip quivering in fear.

"I.. But- It... is me...hun... I missed you so much..." You whisper with a somber smile that's quickly warped into an ugly crying face. The unrelenting tears keep rolling down your face, and your left hand reaches up towards his even more demonically altered form that towers over you in a desperate attempt to get him to recognize you.

Before you can touch his face, one of his hands snatches your wrist and pulls it closer to himself to examine the sparkle that caught his eye as you started to reach out to him, roughly jostling you and lifting you up in the air by your wrist as a result.

You wince briefly at the pain in your wrist and shoulder joints as he examines your hand when you remember you were wearing your ring. You never took it off all these years.

You could hear his breath hitch just ever so slightly over the static as he gently put you down and let your feet touch the floor again.

Alastor realized that the ring on your left ring finger was the exact one he had gotten for you- the one he put on your ring finger right before he buried you right the night you were brutally assaulted and murdered back when he was alive.

He slowly morphed back into his "normal" form. (Normal for Hell, that is, this was an entirely new look for him from what you remembered when he was alive).

The shock dawning on him that it really was you was apparent as he took a few steps back, still holding your hand. He looked at you in disbelief, the look of pure shock was just like how you had looked at him initially in the lobby.

Then suddenly, he pulled you into a warm embrace, "My dearest... I am so sorry for hurting you. My darling... whatever are you doing here? Someone like you doesn't belong here!"

Now, holding your face in both of his hands, he wiped your tears with the most gentle expression on his face, a stark contrast from the nightmarish demonic one just a moment ago. and you could almost swear you could see the slightest traces of a misty look in his eyes as he held you.

His claw-like fingers slightly dug into your face, but not enough to hurt, as he examined your new appearance, his gaze turning from soft into a hardened expression once again. Almost snarling, he began to ask you again, "Tell me, darling, tell me the name of the gods forsaken angel bastard that cast you down from Heaven. I will find a way to make them pay. I'll make them ALL pay for this... NO ONE will ever harm you again..." The strange symbols and glitchy auras were threatening to come out again.

You sniffled, still trying to calm down your tears, which immediately made him halt in his tracks and turn his attention back to you at this moment.

You looked at the ground, and you knew you couldn't avoid this conversation forever, "Hun... I... Before we met... there was something I never told you-" Before you could finish, you felt your legs start to wobble underneath you- the adrenaline was starting to fade and you were starting to feel some of the pain from your previous injuries come back to you.

"Please, my love, take a seat first." He guided you to a set of a table and two chairs. Ever the gentleman, he pulled your chair out for you and helped made sure you were alright before he sat down across the table from you.

You put your hands on the table, a signal he immediately picked up on as a sign to envelop your hands in his. You looked at him in the eyes with a look of shame that scrunched up your face as you prepared to tell him the truth, "Alastor, hun... I never went to Heaven..."

You swore you heard another record scratch before a quiet hum of static filled the air again. Alastor chuckled, "Oh my dear, never lost your sense of humor, I see!"

A look of even deeper shame washes over your face as you break eye contact with him and stare at his hands that held your's on the table, "It's true. Alastor..." You sigh deeply, feeling an aching pain in your chest, not only from your injuries but also from the mental anguish you were dealing with as you shakily begin to explain everything about your past. Your shitty family and messed-up inlaws. Your narcissistic, unloving, and abusive ex-husband that you killed.

You painstakingly revealed every single minute detail. You told him everything.

-> Part 12

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butlerbarbs · 9 months

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some solomon headcanons because I'm bored and I love this man so much

general solomon headcanons are mixed with solomon/mc stuff so enjoy

warnings: slight cussing, talking about alcohol, sfw, grammar mistakes, gender neutral mc/reader, you/yours pronouns used

he is a lactose intolerant. does he give a shit tho? not at all. honestly he tends to forget about it

his hands are cold most of the time

he always makes sure to give you a forehead kiss. as a good morning or goodbye mostly

he's autistic

blushes at sudden affection. like check and forehead kisses. caressing his hand with ur thumb. drawing circles on his skin. good morning/good night texts. reminders to eat/drink. or just tell him you like his name

yea we all know solomon cannot bring himself to look you in the eyes when he's flustered (surprise guest shows it really well). but if you want to fluster him more just force him to look at you. he'll become even more of a blushing mess

he laughs at the most dumb shit. especially at animals and little kids

when he's telling a joke he will laugh like 10 secs after saying it

tries to play it cool and pretend alcohol haven't affected him but he gets drunk easily. he's the type to either start talking about whatever comes to his mind or fall asleep and wake up sober

while we're talking about sleeping, he snores a little

his bones crack ALL the time. sometimes when the both of you are bored you are trying to find out who can crack most bones. or the strangest ones. and yea before meeting him you didn't know that cracking your ribs is even possible

he's ambidextrous

he dislikes reality shows or dating game shows like hotel paradise and love island. he just doesn't really get what's so fun about them

always asks for consent before initiating anything. like kissing, hugging or even holding hands. he wants you to always feel comfortable around him

he has so many freckles but they're only visible after he was exposed to sun

(basing on the recent vamp event) he would totally bite you as a sign of affection

has claustrophobia and needs at least one lamp on in the room

loves when you call him "sol" because it sounds like soul

he is a little old fashioned when it comes to relationships

he's the type to stop midway cooking and dance with you

feels the most loved when he's laying on your chest with your arms around him

he would call you all the pet names possible (unless you tell him you don't like a specific one)

but he likes calling you "darling" or "my love" the most

(except for "my adorable apprentice" ofc)

shows you off at any possible occasion, especially if the brothers are watching

he would pick up the weirdest things you said and would go along with it to the point where everyone else would be like what the fuck

loves spending time with you even if it's just sitting together in one room doing completely different things

rambles A LOT about spells, curses and books he's read

it's pretty much canon but he rambles about YOU to others. like how amazing and powerful you are or how progress you did as a sorcerer

his eyes sparkle when he's excited but he would be VERY embarrassed if you tell him that

even tho he acts really confident and smug he is pretty insecure at the beginning of your relationship

like yes, he knows that you love him and he's so happy that you chose him, he really does, but solomon has an annoying voice in his head telling him you deserve someone better than him

once he overcomes it tho, he would annoy the shit out of others. like he would keep reminding them that he is dating you, you choose him and you're all his (and he's all yours)

but he would cry if you proposed to him. and on your wedding day. tho he would try to keep himself composed in front of the others

tbh everything he wants is an established domestic

#solomon brainrot got me really strong ngl #and im here for it #but im running out of solomon stuff #so im desperate now #and like #i want to kiss him so bad #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me solomon #solomon x mc #solomon x reader #solomon x you #obey me hc

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iris-of-bliss · 1 month

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𝕋𝕚𝕖 𝕄𝕖 𝕌𝕡 [𝟙𝟠+]

Summary: You and two notable fighters take a vacation together at a luxury hotel. Long beforehand, you talk to one of them about secrets you have in mind for the bedroom. He was more than happy to make this fantasy real.

Pairing(s): Hwoarang/F!Reader/Steve Fox

Warning(s): Smut, Foreplay, Shibari, Teasing, Groping, Cunnilingus, Double Penetration

Word Count: 3.9k

A/N: The longest one-shot fic I have written so far, and it features Hwoarang and Steve together! This will be a lengthy one, so have fun reading ❤︎

Sitting around at the bar was already becoming tiresome. You, Steve, and Hwoarang were still waiting for food to be sent out. Sure, the place had been busy, but that was never an excuse for the employees to not acknowledge your presence. Was it that they had forgotten your order? It could be possible. Whatever the reason, this got Hwoarang fed up. The British boxer lays back while holding you in your napping form. He twiddles your hair as he taps his foot on the floor.

“What the hell is taking them so long?” the redhead takes a sip of his almost empty beverage, “I swear we��ve ordered two hours ago…”

Steve shook his head, “You think we should head out? We can just order somethin’ else from the hotel-“

“Ah, finally, it’s here!”

The assigned waitress arrives with your meal on both trays. She carefully places each dish, one at a time, for each of you. The boxer wakes you up, and the sight of food immediately catches your attention. The orders seemed fine with the exception of Steve’s, his face puzzled by the food looking slightly different from what he originally asked for.

“I hope you enjoy our meals!” the waitress smiles before walking back to the kitchen window for more orders.

You take a bite of your order first before your brows furrow. It tasted off thanks to how cold it is. Either it sat by the window too long, or the food wasn’t cooked long enough. You voiced your concern, “My food tastes a bit cold. What about yours?”

Hwoa drops his knife and fork on the plate in disappointment, “Seems you and I share the same fate.”

As soon as the redhead noticed the waitress pacing towards elsewhere, he quickly stood up and slammed his fist on the table, “Hey! We’ve got some problems over here!”

His action was able to catch everyone’s undivided attention. The poor woman’s face is filled with embarrassment and guilt as she approaches your booth. You sit up for her attention, with Steve leaning forward. You can tell that she has been stressed during her shift so far. It was hard to imagine what working as a server would be like. This is one of the busier instances, so of course it can put someone under a tough challenge.

“Is there a problem with anything?” she asks in an anxious tone.

The martial artist sits back down with arms crossed, his voice sounding irritated, “Well of course we do, miss. I don’t wanna have to cause a ruckus after waiting so long, do I?”

“Hey, hey, take it easy, guv. I’m sure she’s under some stress at the moment,” Steve interrupts his friendly rival. He could tell from her current state that the bar was filled with a bunch of guests. He’d rather talk things out smoothly than just rush it in like Hwoarang.

“Now, both (Y/N)’s and Hwoarang’s food weren’t cooked enough, and you’ve gotten yourself mixed up with my dish. I believe I ordered a grilled salmon, not the chicken variety.”

You can see a glint of sweat run down the side of her face, “I-I apologize, sir. It’s just that there’s been so much going on during our shifts. If you would still like to have the order, I can let them know. It would still take a while though-“

“Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me,” Hwoarang groaned and shook his head, “You expect us to wait two more hours after that?”

The four of you suddenly hear a customer shout, “Hey! That wasn’t my chicken you served, was it!?”

Steve sighed, “C’mon, you two. I’m sure it’s best that we leave.”

The three of you got up from the booth, with you and Hwoarang walking away first. Fox approached the waitress and placed a hundred dollars on the table along with a generous tip. The amount is more than enough to give. He was, of course, disappointed with how the service went, but at the same time felt bad for the person trying to do her job. You never expected such a busy crowd on a regular business day at the bar.

“Don’t beat yourself up over it, and be careful next time,” the pro boxer reassures her, “And keep the change, will ya?”

After a silent drive back to the hotel, the three of you enter the designated room slightly tired. The redhead plopped on one of the beds on his back while you and Steve sat down on the other. The only thing you guys can think of is just ordering dinner and relaxing for a bit before it was time to go to sleep. Rest assured that the kitchens here are still operating. You pull out the menu from the nightstand to look over some options. There were choices you originally ordered from the bar. No need to worry about purchasing drinks since you already have plenty in the mini fridge.

“There’s some food here we found from the bar if you’re still up for it,” you remind the boys.

Steve looks over at the menu whilst adjusting his shirt. Hwoarang turns on his stomach with his arms crossed.

“They serve similar stuff, huh? Not too bad,” the martial artist chuckled.

“How about you settle down as I order for us?” Steve lends a hand for the menu before you give it to him, “These guys shouldn’t have to take long this time.”

“You sure about that?”

The redhead sits up to remove the top of his dobok to toss on the bed. He couldn’t even bother moving anywhere else at the moment to just lie down a bit. The awaitted taste of sweet seasoning will soon touch his tastebuds.

“After dinner, I’m taking this whole bed for myself,” Hwoa grabs a pillow while staring at the ceiling.

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“Oh, (Y/N),” you hear a familiar voice in your sleep, “Wake up, sleeping beauty.”

Your eyes slowly wake up, only to be presented with a sly-faced Hwoarang. He sat there next to you on the edge of the bed, stroking your hip with his hand. You end up grabbing it as he returns the contact. There wasn’t much sunlight through the window since the skies remain cloudy for now, but it was for sure morning. You noticed that Steve was missing. He was probably out for his gym routine.

You were curious enough to ask, “Where did Steve, go? Did he have to leave for something?”

“Nah, he’s just busy in the gym,” the martial artist answered.

“Then what are you doing here?”

Hwoarang chuckles, “Remember that conversation we had? The one about shibari?”

Well, that completely came out of left field. You never expected him to bring that up now of all times. The secret interest you had for a while before sharing it with a naughty person like him. It was revealed after you and Hwoa first slept together. He wasn’t afraid to ask about those dirty things you’d love trying out. He couldn’t wait to tell his friend about this little arrangement.

“Uh, yeah?” you respond while feeling your face begin to blush, “What about it?”

Your boyfriend towers over you and lightly traces his finger up your torso. It stops at your breast before making circles around your nipple to harden. The sensitive touch made you whimper for more and grip the bedsheets. Hwoarang smirks at your obvious reaction. He leans in your ear whispering, “Is this how you’d like for me and Steve to touch you, hm?”

“Y-yes,” you pant as you bit your lip.

“What about this?”

The redhead brought his working hand to your jaw, turning your head to the side. He leans forward and gives sultry kisses on your exposed neck, followed by some small nip marks. The feeling of his teeth sinking into your skin makes your desire even more euphoric. His breath touching your skin, it made the moment better. Fuck, it felt so good. The thought of being restrained while two muscular men touch all over you. Good god. You needed both of them to make you feel fulfilled.

“Mm…Hwoarang,” you tried hard to hold back your moaning, “Please, when will Steve come back? How much rope do you have?”

“Oh he should come back soon from now,” the redhead happily replied, “And I’ve got plenty of rope with me.”

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Steve walked his way back to the hotel entrance. The gymnasium wasn’t too far from his destination due to the building being pretty close. Still clueless as to why the hotel he was staying in lacked a gym, Fox didn’t mind it much. He abruptly sees his Taekwondo friend in the distance walking toward him.

“Hwoarang! What are you doing out!?” the boxer shouted.

As the two fighters approached closer, Hwoa patted Steve’s shoulder, “I’ve been waiting for you. You arrived just in time.”

Steve notices a smirk on his rival’s face. It seemed as if he had a trick up his sleeve, or that he wanted to spar with him. What could this guy be up to?

“What’s with that look on your face, mate? You’ve got something to hide?” the boxer questions his intentions.

"Oh, you’ll find out, my friend,” Hwoa swings an arm around Steve’s shoulders, “It’ll be worth it.”

Both friends enter the hotel chatting about this so-called “surprise" in store during the walk to their destination. Fox would have never guessed that you loved to get tied up during sex. He hasn’t even been informed about your kinks yet. You also slept with him before, as he had feelings for you. He didn’t mind sharing you with the martial artist. You only wanted to remain with them. Besides their rivalry in fighting, they always wondered which was the better lover. Steve Fox is rather gentle and passionate for the most part, while Hwoarang teases and takes charge in bed. It was a competition for them, but you thought otherwise.

They both finally make it to their room. Hwoa holds onto the handle with the keycard in his possession. He turns to his rival with a smirk, looking forward to his reaction.

“Ready to be enamored, Steve?”

The British boxer raises a brow until Hwoarang opens the door. His eyes staggered after he walked inside. You were left on your knees on the mattress, tied up with thick red rope surrounding yourself. A silk blindfold covers your eyes, restricting you to only hearing within the room. You slightly turn your head back at the boys. Butterflies messed with your stomach as you bit into your lip.

“S-Steve? Hwoarang?” you announce their names at a quiet volume. Steve walks to the bed as his eyes are glued to your body. The redhead locked the door and paced next to him. He rests his hands on his waist, feeling proud of the work he’s done to you.

“So, what do you think?” He questioned with a plastered smirk.

Fox rubs the back of his neck blushing, “Uh, what’s this we got goin’ on?”

Hwoarang chuckles at Steve, “I pretty much gave her the shibari treatment.”

“Shibari?”

The redhead rolls his eyes, “Japanese bondage.”

“Oh…”

Hwoarang begins to strip off his attire, tossing it away on the floor. He kept going until he stopped at his boxers and motioned himself to the bed in front of you. From your perspective, you can feel a pair of hands encircle your waist. It had to be Hwoa due to his eagerness. The sound of clothes being removed caught your attention as well.

“Hm? You want to join us or what?” he asked raising a brow.

Steve snapped out of his trance, “Oh, sure. Just give me a sec.”

He pulls off his boxing shoes and tosses his shirt before climbing behind you. Scooting close, it was his turn to grab your waist. Hwoarang trails his hands up to your breasts. The two men made you feel so warm from in between. The mastermind began with a firm squeeze to your bosoms. Both of his thumbs tease your already hardened nipples, successfully receiving another shaky whimper. Steve watches your body react and creates a trail of kisses from your shoulder to the base of your neck. A growing heat swiftly appears on your face. Your breathing has gotten heavier.

“You’re gonna do good for us, dove?” the pro boxer whispers before tugging at your earlobe with his teeth.

Your voice shudders, “Mm, uh huh!”

“Shhh…”

Steve shushes you and ends up covering your mouth with his hand. He gives a few more kisses to your neck, along with a tasteful lick of the skin. Hwoarang chuckles before shuffling a bit, inching himself down to your chest. You can sense his breath touching your skin. His lips inch close to your left nipple, and he licks with the tip of his tongue. A sharp gasp emanates through your breaths followed by a moan. The tongue circles around the areola until Hwoa clenches the bud to suck harshly. He pinches and pulls at the other nipple. You struggle in the restraints with pleasure. No matter how much you did so, it was impossible to escape the rope with two of your boyfriends surrounding you. They would try their damnedest to play around and tease, unless you cum at the end. Hell, they might try another attempt at making you scream their names.

“You’ve got me intrigued, sweetheart. I’ve been thinking about you in the gym,” Fox murmurs and kisses the shell of your ear, “Should have enough stamina to fuck you.”

You mewl in his hand and felt his other slide down your pussy. He rubs against your slick before eventually finding your clit. Your back arched while your sex was getting handled. Steve could tell that you became wet when his fingers went deep. You throb around the digits and kept crying in his hand. Good thing it was still covered just in case there were neighbors around.

“Wet already, huh?”

Hwoarang groans and pulls off with a pop, “Seems like she wants more from us. Such a naughty girl you are.”

He tugs your nipple once more, then scoots down onto his knees to face your cunt. Your legs were still restrained from moving, so Hwoarang loosens the rope for you. It was a bit of a hassle for a second, but he manages to get it. He quickly elevates your legs over his broad shoulders, prepared to savor the treat before him. He licks his lips and looks up at you, the redness covering your cheeks. Steve was too busy kissing all over your skin.

“Hey, blondie. Do me a favor and hold onto her, will ya?” Hwoa grabs his attention. The boxer releases your mouth to embrace you, whilst Hwoarang holds both legs and produces light licks to your opening. Sinful mewls were the only sounds you could make after a tease like that. This led the martial artist to keep going with some licks to your clit. Steve shushes you again, all the while bringing one of his hands to knead your breast. His fingers then pinch and pull your abused bit of sensitive skin. The kisses of fervor mixed with craved lapping drove you crazy. Your body continued to squirm between them, and it made the session more fun. The intense excitement erupting from within you was unable to hide itself.

“Mm, you taste so good, (Y/N),” Hwoarang hums from the flavor before attempting to slide his whole tongue inside your walls. Your body jerked up, followed by a hollered moan. His warm tongue mixes its saliva with your running fluid. It curls around your walls until it finds your weak spot. Hwoa teases the area endlessly as many times as you cry out for him. You felt his tongue thrust inside while the tip of his nose was messing with your clit. Hwoa kept sliding out and forcing himself back in, creating the same motions. You gasp for air in between breaths. Because you were beginning to make even louder noises, Steve brought you to his lips and placed tender kisses. He slips his tongue in your mouth to exchange saliva. There wasn’t a single hint of anything, just plain spit. That didn’t turn you down, though. Steve broke the kiss and abused your nipple again.

“You’re doing great, dove,” he compliments you and lands a smooch on your cheek, “Don’t hold back.”

“Ah! Fuck! S-Steve!” you shout.

Hwoarang furrows his brows at your response as he plunges his tongue harder and hums against your pussy. You uncontrollably shiver due to this, and god you loved that. Eyes roll back with a rough lip bite. The feeling of a knot tightening your abdomen. It was too difficult to prevent it from spilling out.

“Oh! I can’t hold it, I can’t!”

After crying out your moans, a burst of your slickness lands in your boyfriend’s mouth. His face grinds into your womanhood whilst lapping up as much as he could, a few drops dribbling down his chin. You rest your head back on Steve’s shoulder, allowing him to suck your neck with his teeth. He nips the skin and places a couple of kisses there. The redhead licks the remaining juices before pulling back onto his knees. The boxer shifts to his side to lie you down. Your thighs were weak from all that action of Hwoarang’s. You finish catching your breath as your body relaxes. You suddenly feel a pair of hands removing your restraints completely. Then you feel your blindfold being tugged. Once you can finally see, they belonged to Hwoarang. He throws the piece of cloth elsewhere. At first, you were about to sit up, but your wrists were swiftly pinned down by the martial artist.

“Nuh uh, (Y/N). I didn’t tell you to sit up, did I?” the man takes charge of you in a rather seductive tone.

“We’re not done with you yet, sweetheart,” Steve followed with a caress to your face.

“Huh?”

“How cute,” Hwoarang smirked.

He lets go of you to search through the nightstand drawer for his condoms. Taking out a pair, he tosses a package to Steve before opening his. They both freed their erections and slid the protection on, the lubricant spreading on their palms. Hwoa then orders his rival, “You fuck her from behind, I want her eyes on me.”

Fox scoots behind to lie down and elevate your body on top of his, hands resting over your torso in the process. Hwoarang spreads your legs apart again, grinning at the sight of your flourished slit. He couldn’t wait to burst you open again. Their scent of sweat aroused you so much more.

Both of the fighters’ cocks press on your entries. They were eager to slowly shove them in, only with their heads. Already, you whimper due to their large size. The blonde boxer reassures you with a kiss on your cheek.

He whispered, “S’alright, luv. We’ll take this nice and slow.”

Those gentle words from your man made you sigh in arousal. How sweet. And once their cocks were fully inserted, your mouth gapped open. The redhead chuckles at the spectacle before him. He wanted to see how you’d end up when finished. The steady thrusting motions take over, all the while satisfying your body. You felt so tight around the two. Hwoarang hisses through his teeth as Steve pants breaths across your skin. The abrupt throbbing of your cunt came back. Without even thinking, your hands hovered over Hwoa’s glossed chest and began to knead. They rub up and down, with both thumbs flicking his nipples. Hwoa groans at you, proceeding to pound faster. Fox picks up the pace to further thrust himself into your ass.

“You’re such a damn tease, you know that?” the redhead snapped at you.

The rough hits cause you to latch on to his chest and mewl. Your hands then move up his shoulders to hold instead. The steamy contact of their breathing, you loved the living hell out of it. Their needy sounds along with it were even better. You can instantly feel them pulsating around your walls. Hwoarang leans in to bite and suck on your neck. You sigh at this sharp feeling. How can he forget that you enjoy receiving love bites too? He strikes the spot for a minute before pulling back and leaving a hickey.

You mutter beneath him, “Ah! H-Hwoarang!”

Steve was able to hear you and tugged on your earlobe with his teeth. He definitely earned a whimper from that. You grab his head close to yours, letting the boxer send a series of kisses to your cheek. Your other hand rests along the base of Hwoarang’s neck. The glimmering scenery of yourself getting fucked by two muscular men in a hotel room was an unforeseen event of today. Thank god you were able to live your fantasy at long last.

The mewls you keep making grew louder as both fighters’ groans did the same. All three of you were about to erupt. Sweat was dripping from Hwoa’s strands of hair to your skin. Steve brought his hands over to play with your nipples once more. You were at your limit.

“O-oh! Ah, shit! I-I have to cum!” you shout between breaths.

Steve embraces you, while Hwoarang clasps your hips to finish. They penetrated the hardest they could, a heavy climax approaching near. Your legs became jello when they were slamming into you. Their hits to your core continued on countlessly.

Then just a few more.

And you came at last.

Your voice sounded shaky as you arched your back and cried out their names. Hwoarang and Steve were wailing through their orgasms too. Their cum felt so hot from within their condoms. Everyone was slippery after a few more thrusts. The exhaustion filled the air. Hwoarang pulls out of you and rests his cock over your busted opening. Steve traces his knuckles across your face. You couldn’t muster the strength to stay up any longer, your eyes slowly drifting off to sleep.

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A loud knock alarms at the door during nighttime.

“Ah, shit!” Hwoarang swears at himself from the bathroom. He rushes to the door in a towel to be presented with an upset hotel staff member.

The redhead sighs, “What do you want?”

“Now we’ve been receiving multiple complaints about noises you have been making this morning,” the staff member informed, “We weren’t able to respond earlier since hours today have been extremely busy.”

"Well, look, our business isn’t yours, sir. Who the hell even reported tha-“

“I don’t want to have to see you again over violating hotel policy,” he cuts him off, “Otherwise, we’ll have to kick you out. Understand?”

Hwoarang rolls his eyes sighing, “Yes sir…”

He shuts the door and turns to his blonde friend relaxing next to your still-asleep form. The redhead approaches you two with his head shaking.

“We did a lotta work on her, huh?” Steve said as he noticed you still sleeping.

“Heh, too much,” Hwoa replied and looks over at your current state, “We did make her feel good, but you weren’t as good as me.”

“Oh c’mon, mate. (Y/N) said she enjoyed havin’ the both of us,” the blonde continues on while petting your hair, “And gave us a few more shots at that.”

“Can’t believe she wanted to keep going. Damn condoms ran out…”

Steve chuckled before looking back at you, placing a kiss on your head. They can let you rest for a little while longer until you awaken. Once that happens, you will probably need assistance in the shower.

#tekken #tekken hwoarang #hwoarang #hwoarang x reader #tekken steve fox #steve fox #steve fox x reader #fanfic #blissfic #n/sfw

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Sugar Rush: September CPNs 🍬🍭

The month of BXGs had some very exciting candies! Let’s review them together ^^ Same disclaimer applies. Only for CPN-loving bxgs. If you hate this kind of thing, please spare yourself the pain and scroll along.

• Similarity between Shengyang & Yibo ( when what you love becomes a career )

• Same brand = Covernat

• Them being the Sun 🧡

• WYB’s Pechoin Ad spotted in an episode of SBMS

I really have a lot of feelings with the Shengyang x Chen Shuo AU pairing. They are so perfect together!

I mean….. ⬇️⬇️⬇️

• There is something about the similarities between shengyang & yibo in the way that they look at the person they care about the most that gets me. it’s this whole “puppy” devotion they got going on. an innocent kind of love.

the kind where you look at the person’s reaction first when something happens, you wanna see them happy before you enjoy what’s in front of you. even if they don’t talk, you carefully observe their body language cause you wanna figure out how to help them and show them that you’re on their side. ☀️

• In a BTS released by One & Only, they showed some wardrobe and looks for Chen Shuo. This one is him wearing a black helmet instead of red. Did you see the peppa pig sticker? and i can’t make out the other one. What a coincidence, considering the CQL crew’s “history” with peppa pig 😂😂😂

• Not really CPN, but to archive this incident where cpfs commented WYB photos on ZZ’s douyin post. This reminds me of that 95 post on weibo, where it was all cpf, then 🍤 of course did the most to “erase” that. but that comment section has so many interactions. I’m 50/50 on this, I think it’s unnecessary to do it, knowing full well that it will “provoke” a fan war and i personally don’t want that. The other half of me tho is cackling cause cpfs surely know how to troll. My fave tho are photo comments of cute fandom dolls 🥺🥺🥺

• One and Only top box office in Chongqing on 9/4

• Summary of SBMS clowning material from 9/1 to 9/5 ☀️

• Similarity in WYB & XZ selfies ( vintage motorcycle gear )

• XZ’s mystery driver, and was it WYB?

• INNER MONGOLIA MYSTERY : I’m naming it as such because it’s truly a mystery as of writing. There’s been some rumors already that LOCH & Mermaid will have scenes shot in IM. XZ tho is confirmed to be there. The cast and crew were spotted and XZ is not exactly hiding it either, his IP is there.

What makes it sus is a video captured that is allegedly of the hotel entrance where XZ stays. It’s too dark to see who he is with but some cpfs are saying you can see someone who is like WYB going in too w/ XZ. the way the person walks tho is so WYB as far as I can tell. And the most sus thing is the hotel closed all the lights in the lobby. Who the fuck does that. Yeah I know XZ is VIP and they will do everything to protect him and make sure no photos of him will be taken. But to actually close all the lights??? There must be something more… probably another VIP guest????

and well this.. whatever this is… it’s not covering with umbrellas anymore, it had come to this kind of hiding already. and how they were hiding who was coming in and. there were 2 people. so yeah. 👀

again, i am including this here to archive but i’m not fond of them being followed around like that. just leave them alone to work in peace. 🙃 we should be more focused on their projects and not act like paps. understand the reason why there are proxy shooters is because there is an audience.

the most sus thing do, is come monday, the black cloth and all the cover up was not done anymore. So it makes you think that they were really trying to hide something in those days they used it. 🤡

• SBMS clowning series version 2 / version 3 / version 4 / version 5 / version 6

• Hangzhou Asian Games power couple 🔥🔥🔥

• THEM and Li Qin as leading lady 😂😂😂

• Their long hair! Please bring it back for both please and thank you ☺️☺️☺️

and the fact that GG is absolutely glowing in the photo. We’ve been speculating that WYB visited him, so is this the result????

• YIBO-Official 9th debut anniversary debut clowning: who folded the shirt // 2019 memories, new? black panther drawing and day&night selfies // XZ signed the artwork + the pose is inspired by yibo

• Edited background in yibo’s selfie + Why we think this was taken in Inner Mongolia

• Couple autograph !!!!

• RIO becomes cpf’s friend lol

• Love is like this / Fireworks

• The timing of their posts ( an example )

• This is so funny!!!! Now that we have a glimpse of Wei Ruolai, he is being paired to Xiao Sa — who we know is Mister Ye’s. So it’s now a love triangle 😂

⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️

• bracelet & hand cpn - i don’t personally buy into this cpn but a huge chunk of the fandom were talking about it so i’m including it

• XZS Vlog Chapter 6 candies: ZZ & WYB similarity in XZS vlog + xzs and ybo are working together again & salomon shoes & mosaic design + panda rumor

• Matching Mid Autumn festival post ; Also how WYB’s look like there is a Mole. ☺️

There are also talks of the photo being taken from a proper camera, the most popular guess being a leica. I guess how YBO reposted this and said something like how Bobo is a “photographer” clued people in. But it could be because he posted an artsy photo like this instead of a selfie. 📷

—— END ——

See you all next month! 💕🍬

#yizhan #bjyx #there is no science here i’m just clowning like i always do #sugar rush

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four.

warning; 😳??? 0.9k words.

masterlist.

“it was a pleasure meeting you here tonight, mr park jongseong,” an older gentleman says as he shakes your boss’ hands a little too eagerly, “i hope we can keep in contact after this to discuss more on future projects.”

finally, it was almost time to leave.

as exciting as it was to have dinner on such an exclusive cruise for the first time, you wanted nothing more than to snuggle into your heaven of pillows back at the hotel. not only were you becoming restless but the three glasses of champagne you had earlier was starting to kick in, slowly overtaking your very lightweight ass.

and finally, after going through practically every guest on this cruise, it was time to leave. you’re not sure how mr park could converse with so many people about the exact same thing over and over but you respected him for it. he was definitely a hard worker for someone with so much money and power.

quickly gathering your things into your clutch, you follow mr park towards the cruise’s exit in complete silence. perhaps it’s the alcohol in you that had you daring enough to gawk over your boss’ physique from behind. it’s a no brainer that he was good looking, smart and rich but it was almost unfair just how perfect he was, everywhere else as well. the view of his broad shoulders and obviously sturdy arms covered by his white button up had you internally screaming, the piece of thin material doing no justice to him at all. but it’s his height that always catches you off guard because after all, the man did tower over you.

swoon.

as much as you wanted to stay staring at mr park’s back, you actually had other things to worry about. your feet, to be specific. you were evidently struggling, the gravel and uneven ground beneath making it a hundred times harder for you to walk in these fifty inch killer high heels you had on. you wanted to curse at this point, annoyed at the fact that you chose to wear them because pain was all you could feel now.

“oh shit-” as if right on cue, you step on what must’ve been a small rock and feel your ankle give out, causing your entire body to fall forwards. your hand instinctively reaches out to clutch onto whatever there was to keep you up... which happened to be your boss. of course. the poor man almost topples over with how harsh you knocked into him but he immediately stables himself and quickly grabs onto you as well.

oh shit indeed.

“are you okay, miss park?”

“ye- yeah i’m fine. i’m so sorry sir,” you attempt to stabilise yourself but with how much your ankle was hurting, you almost fall over again. “maybe not... my ankle hurts a little.”

a frown immediately appears on mr park’s face as he glances down at your feet, annoyed at something you’re not entirely sure about. but you assume it’s because you’re embarrassing him in front of so many prominent figures.

“i can walk! just slowly though...” your words trail off awkwardly as you muster all your strength to stand by yourself but the man’s clutch around you doesn’t loosen at all. “how about you go to the car first and i’ll be right there! OR you can go back to the hotel first and i’ll take a taxi- AH MR PARK-”

your boss doesn’t even wait for you to finish your sentence before swiftly lifting you (bridal style) into his arms with such ease. how he could look so relaxed and be so unbothered by everyone’s stares really amazed you because you know for a fact that you must’ve looked like a burning tomato sitting in his embrace.

“sir- sir put me down! i can walk, i really can!” you whisper-yell, fully intending to keep the conversation between you and him, “people are staring at you...”

“i don’t want to keep repeating myself, miss park, but am i your boss-”

“i know you’re my boss sir, that’s why you should put me down,” your attempts to convince your stubborn boss don’t seem to phase him at all. “oh my god... i’m wrinkling your shirt too. it must be really expensive!”

instead of the threatening glare you were expecting to see from you interrupting him, the man begins to chuckle, leaving you completely lost for words. the last thing you expected your cold boss to do was... well... chuckle. you don’t think you’ve ever even seen him in such a mood before and it was definitely a sight to see.

“sir... are you okay?”

the smile on his face while looking down at you, though very small, was enough to have your heart picking up the pace. this was something you were afraid of since day one on the job... because having a one sided crush on your boss would not only be disastrous for your job itself... but also for your poor heart.

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2.0 SPOILERS and random thoughts

So the hotel building was a prison, right? It sort of makes sense, hotels and prisons have similar layouts. But imagine, the place of concentrated suffering of hundreds of thousands of prisoners, or maybe more (look how big it is), now turned into a weird supernatural hotel - what could possibly go wrong? (what if they kept prisoners in dreams too, and the dreamworld is a former prison dreamworld. And they were fed Soulglad to keep them docile). These cells were quite spacious though.

The way Sunday talked to somebody in the end reminded me of Cocolia. Is it possible a stellaron is involved here too?

The dead characters - no way Robin and Firefly will stay dead. They look playable, and you don't kill characters before they become playable (unless it's Qiqi or Blade)

I have a theory based on nothing, that Robin is alive and is actually behind whatever is going on. (Maybe her plan is for all these disruptive guests to kill each other in the name of harmony) She's in cahoots with Sparkle who pretended to be the body.

Sparkle - with her ability to shapeshift, aren't we supposed to be constantly paranoid? Anybody can be Sparkle. But also, seeing how vicious and unhinged she is, she feels like she should be the main antagonist in her own story arc, not just an extra. I mean even Sampo seems apprehensive of her.

I understand people who were enamored with Firefly and saddened with her death, but I personally weren't, because for me her part has the outward appearance of a romantic story, but inside it's just two hours of lies and tutorials. I also saw theories about her different identity and If it's true I hope the writers know what they are doing. Also why is our character so sure she's dead? Don't people who die in a dream just wake up in real world?

If Duke Inferno is dead, and stays dead, and his cool gang is never mentioned again, it's going to be the funniest thing in this game yet.

BTW how did Acheron allegedly enter the hotel using Duke invitation? Aventurine knows that we know that it's very hard (he witnessed our problems with DH's invitation). Make it make sense.

Gallagher - either he's up to something or he's extremely incompetent. He let go an actual stawaway and the huy who fits the description he just provided (Caelus - a guy with grey hair). Also it was him personally who stole confiscated Aventurine's stuff.

Speaking of which. I think Aventurine mentioned "cornerstones", plural. So it's not just his aventurine, but others too? Ratio implied that these things are crucial for their success and that Aventurine might be in danger from IPC without his rock, I wonder what's that about, and why Aventurine is so dismissive about losing them.

Anyways I'm still curious why IPC sent these two. It looks like they decided to achieve their goals on Penacony in a more or less peaceful way (unlike their military invasion on Jario-6). So why did they send Dr. Ratio, notorious for having the social grace of a nuclear bomb, and Aventurine, who isn't doing that great either.

I wonder how the game expects us to see Aventurine. The game probably expects us to see him as slimy but charming and dangerous. And yeah, he somehow (conveniently behind the scenes) managed to come to some agreement with Black Swan, but otherwise he fails miserably in most of his interactions.

When we first meet him, he pretends that he has the power to help us with our invitation problem, awkwardly compliments Robin and Sunday, tries to buy our friendship with a ridiculously small sum (well it was probably all the money he had left). Then he tries to intimidate us but gets spooked by Acheron. Ratio leaves in the middle of their conversation, Sparkle catches him stalking her and roasts him, and so on.

So my current VERY subjective impression is that he's quite desperate at this point. He constantly fails but tries to save face. He lost his confidence after his stuff was confiscated, he can't count on buying people's loyalty with giant bribes as he probably used to.

He obviously had a difficult childhood, he had to claw his way up, and IPC doesn't seem like a place that nurtures one's appreciation for genuine human connections. He probably learned to see genuine feelings as liability. As the result, he only sees people as assets, and "friends" as tools. He talks a lot about friends and trust, but never even pretends that he wants to achieve genuine trust or friendship with anybody. (I can continue but this post is long enough and it'll probably become obsolete with the next update anyway)

And I know it's probably too much to hope for, but maybe he'll get some character development, making him more open to the idea of genuine human interaction.

I already have seen a lot of interesting theories about what's going on, and I really hope the game won't just ignore all these hints and details it gave us, and all these things are actually important.

#honkai star rail #my stuff #hsr spoilers #hsr 2.0 #hsr 2.0 spoilers

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dollycas · 8 months

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Special Guest - S. K. Golden - Author of The Socialite's Guide to Death and Dating (A Pinnacle Hotel Mystery) #AuthorInterview / #Giveaway - Great Escapes Book Tour @crookedlanebks @skgoldenwrites

The Socialite's Guide to Death and Dating (A Pinnacle Hotel Mystery) by S. K. Golden

I am happy to welcome S.K. Golden to Escape with Dollycas today!

Hi Sarah, Please tell us a little bit about yourself. My name is Sarah Golden. I publish under SK Golden. I have been married for sixteen years to a commercial fisherman. We live in the Florida Keys with our five children. We have one son, our oldest, and the rest are girls, including our youngest, identical twin girls. We have two black cats, named Lady and Lion (I was going through a bit of a Game of Thrones thing when we adopted them) and one corgi named Goku (I am still going through a Dragon Ball thing now). What are three things most people don’t know about you? I am a descendant of Eric the Red. At least, according to my great uncle who got really into researching family lineage stuff. I’m a big fan of Bath and Body Works candles. Like, I am a member of the Bath and Body Works reddit. I desperately wish I was a musician. I tried over the years to learn how to play piano and the bass but, it just never took. My little brother got all those musical genes. Good news is that my two oldest kids are in their school band and are both quite good! What books/authors have most inspired you? There’s so many! Agatha Christie, of course. Rhys Bowen. Douglas Adams. Jane Austen. Donald Westlake. And how could I forget: Eloise at the Plaza. I loved that children’s book so much I wrote Evelyn at the Pinnacle, we just call it The Socialite’s Guide to Murder.

What kind of research do you do, and how long do you spend researching before beginning a book? I’m a big fan of Newspapers.com. It costs money, but it’s so worth it. You can really get a feel for whatever specific region you’re researching during whatever specific time period by reading what they were printing in their papers. I do a lot of research online. Etymonline.comis a great resource for making sure modern phrases don’t sneak into historical books, though, sometimes they do get past me. I’ve read memoirs written by people who lived through the 50s and collect books that are all about the 1950s. What’s great about writing about the 50s is there are movies filmed and set in that time period, so, I classify watching How To Marry A Millionaire as research. And people post old videos of New York street corners onto YouTube as well. I tend to start writing pretty quickly once coming up with the murder/murderer and will research as needed and fact check as I go and again once I’m finished. I am on the third book set in 1950s New York, so, I’ve already got a lot of information in my head. Well. Some of it stays in my head. The rest of it is scribbled in notebooks somewhere. Do you ever suffer from Writer’s Block? Oh, yes. Sometimes this is just me being tired and needing a day or two off. Most of the time this means that something is wrong. I’m trying to get a character to behave in a way that is out of character for them to simply move the plot along, and until I fix it, I’ll experience writer’s block.

What advice do you have for someone who would like to become a published writer? Keep writing! Read widely. Don’t give up. Take breaks if needed, and those breaks can last for a few months, but keep writing. All you need is one yes to get the ball rolling. When you are not writing what do you like to do? Well, read. I like to bake. Specifically, cookies. I hang out with my kids. I like to get dressed up and go out on dates with my husband. I visit with friends. I take my dog on walks. I spend a lot of time with my dog. He’s great. If you could travel anywhere in the world where would you go and why? New Zealand! I want to visit Hobbiton! What is next on the horizon for you? I’m working on the third book in the Pinnacle Hotel series right now, which should be published by Crooked Lane in the Spring of 2025 (fingers crossed). I’ve also got a crime caper in the works that should be out next year. I’ll be announcing details soon on my website skgoldenwrites.com! Thank you Sarah for visiting today~! Keep reading for info about Sarah's new book.

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lizseyi · 1 year

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5 Things You Ought To Be Doing During The Week Of Your Wedding - Sweet Gibraltar Weddings

Reading blogs on wedding planning like this one, you might become accustomed to the notion that organising a wedding is all about planning many weeks or months ahead – and of course, it typically is about that.

But the short term matters too, and you won’t want to experience any avoidable ‘trip-ups’ during the final week leading up to your big day.

So, here at Sweet Gibraltar Weddings, we thought we would set out some of those easy-to-forget things that you should do during the crucial last few days before your celebrations in earnest really get started.

Picking out a perfume and/or aftershave for your wedding

It’s something that a lot of people planning Gibraltar weddings spend a lot of time thinking about in the run-up to their special day. But with the biggest focus often being on one’s wedding look rather than necessarily smell, you might not have made a final decision on your wedding-day scent until now.

The good news is that it’s a relatively unimportant and light-hearted task compared to so much else that is involved in organising a wedding. So, you could even just do it during some retail downtime the weekend before the big day.

‘Test driving’ your wedding look

We aren’t just talking here about breaking in your footwear or focusing on one other specific aspect of your wedding-day look – we’re referring to trying on the entire ensemble a final time prior to your nuptials taking place.

Just make sure you don’t have any food or drink nearby that would cause a stain if you were to spill it on your precious outfit.

Keeping well-hydrated

Isn’t this more the kind of thing we would be advising you to do on your wedding day itself? Well, yes, but you should also be quenching your thirst plenty during this crucial final pre-wedding week.

Maintaining good hydration levels is of obvious importance for your health regardless, but doing so at this time will also help keep you alert when attending to those last few details and tasks in the run-up to your special day. Plus, it will help give you a glowing and healthy-looking complexion for your wedding photos.

Double-checking the logistics for the wedding and honeymoon

Presuming you’re reading this as someone who will be boarding a plane in order to get to Gibraltar for your special day, you will naturally want to check that you have everything in hand related to your travel and accommodation.

Most obviously, does the airline definitely have your flight booking confirmed? And what about the hotels for you and other members of your travelling wedding party and guests? These precious few days are a great time to check over those details one or two final times.

Making sure you have the ‘exit plan’ ready

Related to the above point, it’s one thing to know how you will be getting to Gibraltar, and quite another thing to be similarly well-versed in what you will be doing immediately after the wedding ceremony and reception.

Will you and your beloved be heading off on a honeymoon, and if so, do you have the relevant flights and/or accommodation arrangements sorted? What will other wedding attendees be doing? Will some people among the travelling party remain in Gibraltar a little longer? Whatever the situation, you should be making sure everything has been suitably planned and confirmed.

The planning process for Gibraltar weddings – as is the case for weddings elsewhere – can be complicated and stress-inducing, but it doesn’t have to be unmanageable and overwhelming. Get in touch with the Sweet Gibraltar Weddings team today for further information on how we might best assist you in organising your own big day on the British Overseas Territory.

#Gibraltar weddings

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seagullcharmer · 7 months

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accidentally started typing too much, so. read more (rusty lake postin)

also, since i've been on a rusty lake kick recently, and just re-finished paradise, i've been thinking abt the eilanders again....... like. jakob was 21 during the events of paradise. at most, david was 19, but probably closer to 15-17, which goes to explain a lot more of his behaviour imo. he's just a silly guy. stuck with his cult of a family and literally doesn't know any better. hotel was my first game, and mr rabbit was my favourite guest, so learning that david and mr rabbit are the same make me kind of sad :-( david was a kid. and, sure, i guess we don't reeeeally know what happened to the eilanders directly after paradise (unless anyone can tell me?) sure jakob becomes enlightened but that doesn't mean he's omnipotent. maybe the rest of them lived after that, before becoming their animal counterparts.

and i know that birthday is a weird game, because it's a memory, and not technically what 'actually' happened (in either timeline!) (i don't believe that dale truly witnessed an anthropomorphic rabbit kill his family!) (as weird as rusty lake is, i am of the firm opinion that dale was mostly normal prior to case 23, loss of family notwithstanding) but man. i still feel bad for mr rabbit. even if he killed dale's family to try to 'balance his past lives' or whatever, david was a teenager, and while, yes, of course, he still played a part in killing(?) jakob, he otherwise did little to torment his brother (aside from the usual rusty lake nonsense) (yes david was not the most normal guy around but. again. a teenager living in a horrifying cult) so i feel like there's more at play here. did david/mr rabbit really deserve all those things that happened to him?

and, sure, mr rabbit's death in hotel was really one of the milder ones. and maybe david grew up to do other terrible things! or maybe mr rabbit did, before becoming a magician! but we just don't know!

this is a lot of words for someone who otherwise doesn't care about david eilander. i accidentally got emotional realising he was a teenager while unloading the dishwasher earlier, so. a.

jakob, on the other hand, i am very fond of. for no real reason. i don't particularly care for mr owl. but, jakob. what was going on with him? caroline sent him away as a child. where did he go? what did he do? how did nicholas know where to send the letter? (also. wow. 'i regret to inform you your mother has passed away' or whatever. my man, you were the one to kill her) (anyway.)

but jakob came back!!!! even though he was sent away because his family was going to sacrifice him to the lake!! and the only one he truly shows affection towards is his dead mother! why did he come back?? (i suppose it was still for his mother. if he hadn't, nicholas and the others would have eventually figured out her cubes and the elixir) (but still.)

although i am very fond of jakob and his siblings...... he's been gone for ten years or more (the picture is from 15 years ago, but i feel some time passed between the picture and the attempted sacrifice) but he comes back and some of the puzzles are just kind of silly sibling shenanigans. elizabeth going ice skating. jakob painting her face. getting her the frog flute. david and his frogs. rescuing david from the ice. putting the apple on david's head (as i'm sure every older sibling has wanted to do at least once /joking) like. the first thing you do when you get to paradise is help david making a fishing rod. brothers <3

also just jakob's model. he is so exhausted. just like me fr or smth.

also wish we got to learn more abt aldous + william and how they became alchemists. how did they discover the elixir? they're both major characters to rusty lake, but we know so little about them. despite roots being one of the longest games in the series, and we play as william the entire time, we know next to nothing about him. it isn't until samsara room that we get a little bit of personality detail! (i am of the opinion that the little comments abt the reflections are his personality. 'i look a little fishy' 'i like the view' etc. i still don't know how i feel abt him as a character, but he had a sense of humour, i guess?) (poor laura though. guess she didn't inherit that)

which: laura. is it any wonder she's messed up when she has the brain of dear granddad albert? while i don't take it to be the literal, physical brain, i'm sure it still had an influence on her poor mental health. like, mental illness runs in families. or in the case of the vanderbooms, walks slowly and shakes hands with each family member. having the brain of albert (very smart, very messed up), the tears of emma (depression hours real!!!!!!), the eye of ida (the visions. the horrors.), truly is it any wonder laura had issues??

also, harvey. not much to say abt him; just cool that he's been around forever. how did he get to rusty lake anyway? those birds aren't native to the netherlands. but despite the murders in hotel, he's a nice little dude :-) just sticks around and helps people. sorta.

okay i've been typing nonsense for like 20 minutes. good night

#libra.txt #this is incomprehensible #i am very sleepy and adhd and so jump from thought to thought. whatever #to quote myself: i've been typing nonsense for 20 minutes. good night

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m5ria · 1 year

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Chapter 5: The Wild One

Warnings: blood

I tighten the hold on his wrist, fantasizing about cutting it with my bare hand. The son of a bitch tried to sneak behind me and scare me. To dominate. But no, how wrong he was.

He doesn’t even flinch under the pressure. His smile only grows when a buzz becomes more audible. A defective sound.

“Haha! Such filthy words from the mouth of such a fine lady!” he snickers. I recognize that voice. The voice that seems to come through a channel from somewhere far away.

“Such filthy manners from... whatever the hell you are!” I snarl back.

He simply shrugs before evaporating. My hand clenches itself, my claws digging into my palm. Blood comes to the surface.

I turn around to see the smiley demon standing perfectly straight like a statue. This time, I get to see him all. He’s all red. His hair, his ears, his coat, his eyes. The color of Hell. The color of blood.

He snaps his fingers and a staff materializes in his hand. It looks like a microphone with a big eye on it. It is fixed on me.

“Charlie, sweetheart, who’s our newest, most welcomed guest right here?”

“Alastor, this is Diana. She’s going to be staying at the hotel for a while.”

I would have smiled at the third attempt of Charlie to introduce me if it wasn’t for her tone. I glance at her to see worry on her face. She looks at me weirdly, as if I’ve just shown her I can fly to Heaven.

Looking at all of them, I see that only this Alastor guy is cheery. Angel and Vaggie stare at me somewhat between awe and tension. I peek at the dude at the bar, but he looks totally focused on his drinking.

“Ah! Diana,” Alastor somehow tests my name. I wonder if I should have used a fake one after all. “The goddess of moon and hunt. So fitting for your appearance!”

His eyes dance. I try to hide how much distaste I feel. He, as far as I know, is the only one here who knows who was the first bearer of my name. It’s Roman mythology. It should be common knowledge. Regardless, the way he said it makes me feel invaded as if he can read my past life. Know why I am a Diana and not a Thalia, or a Lily, or a Tiana.

“I suppose Hell has its humor,” I shrug.

“Hunt?” Vaggie asks out of the blue.

We all turn to her confused. She looks at me with sudden realization, which baffles me further.

“You’re the wild one,” she speaks out.

I look at the others for clarification, but nobody seems to understand.

“You’ll have to be more explicit,” I declare. “We all are wild here.”

“No,” she breathes out irked. “You’re the Wild One. The demon that nobody knows of, that turns up with dead animals.”

I look at her with different eyes. I didn’t know I gathered a reputation. The Wild One… What a pathetic way of a nickname. And I didn’t know this girl would know about me. I’ve never seen her in my life.

“Ok, Vaggie,” Angel cuts in, clearly bored. “Enough with the know-them-all act.”

She visibly stiffens of madness. She has a quick temper, that’s for sure.

At least, she lost the focus on me. She mumbles between her breath words in an unknown language, her healthy eye sending daggers towards Angel. Still, I don’t think anyone is in any real danger.

That’s not how Charlie thought though, as she goes to Vaggie and puts her hands on her shoulders in a reassuring gesture. I’d guess they’re the closest thing to a friendship here.

“Hohoho, I think Diana here deserves a better welcome than this!” Alastor declares. A round of laughter from his mic accompanies him. I already smell a lot of bullshit, but I keep my face straight.

“Right!” Charlie comes back to us. “I’m so sorry, Diana! Here!”

She makes a black key appear from thin air in front of me. The eye on it blinks at me sweetly.

“Here’s your key to the room. It’s on the top floor, but if you wish to change that, just tell me. And, as for your T-shirt, you can borrow one of mine anytime you want. Just ask me!”

“No, thank you!” I refuse politely. “I’d prefer to buy some clothes now. Explore the surroundings. Getting used to them.”

I give her a reassuring smile. The truth is that I can’t tell them how stupid I lost my few belongings, but I can’t hide the lack of them.

Plus, I need time to ponder on what happened. My new ability; the darkness that surrounded me; the world in shadows. What does it mean? How can I control it? How can I use it?

I glance at Alastor as if he can be a clue as to why I’ve just discovered something new. He’s, however, smiling (no teeth revealed) at Charlie. As if he sympathies with her.

“Alright then,” Charlie smiles at me optimistically. Then, she turns to Angel Dust: “Hey, Angel! Weren’t you going to work right now?”

“I wasn’t,” his eyes are trained on his hellphone. “I still got two hours.”

“Great! Can you show Diana around?”

I half expected a spoiled teenage refusal from him, but he glances at me with sudden energy.

“Sure, Charlie!”

He runs to me and grabs my right bloody hand. My whole body pulled from his grip, but the decisive factor was the slippery blood that let my wrist free. He turns to me only to find his and my hand red.

“Angel!” Charlie shouts, frightened. “What did you do?”

“Nothing, I swear!” he gets defensive. His upper two hands raise in peace while the lower hands try to clean off the blood.

“It’s nothing, Charlie,” I smile, delighted at Angel’s apprehensiveness or disgust. “See?”

With my other hand, I brush the blood from my palm where four marks looking like triangles are the only clue of a bruise.

“It’s healed,” I state.

I peek at Alastor for a second and, as I suspected, there’s a smug grin on his face. I feel a surge of hatred, an impulse of scratching that face and that corrupted smirk. But I am better than that.

“Why so much blood, tho?” Angel asks disgustedly. He managed to grab a napkin. Now, he’s cleaning himself.

I walk to him and offer my other arm like a gentleman. I can play the gentleman. I can play whatever I have to, now that I’ll have to share this space with them. It won’t take too much, too long.

“I’m sorry about that, dear,” I slightly bow. “Shall we?”

For a second, he looks at me perplexed as if I’m a Rubik's cube. Then, he simply shrugs and takes my arm. I am prepared for the occasional touches of skin-to-skin. In fact, I can ignore them. It bothers me when someone touches me without letting me know. Not when I initiated. Not when I agreed.

I turn to look at Alastor. His face would be one of a delighted fellow. But I notice his eyes burning with a deep interest. He’s not what he seems. I’ll have to be careful about him.

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Using Guest Wi-Fi: Things You Should Never Do

Technology is wonderful, and we have all become accustomed to communicating with the rest of the world at the push of a button. What risks do all of those connections provide, though? And are you taking the appropriate safety measures?

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Whatever lacks an HTTPS?

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Passwords that you share:

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Final words:

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gscarhire · 1 year

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meganhollandm · 1 year

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Going To Maui

iHey all!

I’ve never been that into talking about my vacations with peers at school so I thought it would be a good idea to document them :)

This summer has been crazy!

I am 13 years old and have been (like most kids at school) addicted to social media. I see so many cool influencers document their travels and I aspire to be just like them. As my gift this summer before Grade 8 (aka HIGH SCHOOL!) I decided to ask my parents for a trip where I can show off all my travels before high school. Maybe it will help me out with some cool new friends at my new school.

My parents wanted to help me out as my last “childhood vacation” before I become a woman...whatever that means.

So... Maui! Maui was the first stop on this epic vacation! We stayed at this amazing resort named Kaanapali Beach Resort, right in amazing Kaanapali in Lahaina. We got the Ocean Front Family Suite because there was four of us since my dad and mom insisted that we take my dweeb older brother, and also because I wanted the absolute sickest room! It was amazing! We were right on the beach and had multiple rooms. I’ll include some photos :P

And before anyone asks... yes it was literally as nice as it seems!

My parents and I wanted a hotel where they had multiple activities the guest could do so we would all be happy with whatever activity we wanted to do.

For the ocean activities, my mom and dad really enjoyed the Snorkle Tour because as they said it was “breathtaking”, while I spent most of my time chilling getting a good tan on the semi-private beach areas which included Tommy Bahama beach chairs (fancy I know)!!

Or surf lessons with the hot surf instructor Daniel. Daniel if you are reading this I haven’t forgotten about you, I’ll come back again I promise!

Daniel and I are 6 years apart and he and my brother were becoming friends by the end of our 5 day stay... but I know he secretly loved me too.

Me and my brother got into a fight on the third day because he told me I was being “creepy” and he and Daniel could see me in the bushes watching them. He’s such an asshole. He’s just sad because his girlfriend dumped him before the trip. LOSER!

We also went to a luau and spent a lot of time going to cool restaurants and sight seeings! By the last day I was crying like a baby that we had to leave that I actually ended up hiding at a golf course so we wouldn’t need to leave. My dad and mom actually had to get the hotel staff and security to come find me.

But I knew our next stop was going to be killer.

All in all, this trip was so good! It was my first time going to Hawaii and for sure not the last.

Rate 9.5/10

For Daniel <3

#DanielHotSurfer Maui Sharks Vacation SunsoutBunsout

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you know that one scene in ffh when people keep knocking on the door while fury is trying to speak to peter? could you maybe do something like that but instead it’s peter and stark reader wanting some alone time (you can make it smut or fluff idm!) also, i am so in love with your work it’s amazing :)❣️

knock before you enter

w/c: 1.3k

warnings: implied smut, dirty jokes, swearing

a/n: i went a lil overboard because i was having too much fun :,) and i kinda combined the two i hope that’s okay!

you let out a breath of relief as peter finally presses his lips to yours. he grins at that, his hands continuing to roam your body while you kiss. it’s a needy kiss, one you’ve been waiting the whole day to share.

you’d thought europe of all places would give you the opportunity to explore each other more. you’re away from your overbearing father, you don’t have team responsibilities. there was one mishap with a water monster nearly destroying the city. you both managed to fight it off together. tony was right to make you bring your suit, and may encouraged her nephew to do the same. the stark’s and parker’s think alike.

most of the pestering you’ve faced this trip has come from your teachers and fellow classmates. whether it’s mr. dell assigning work or flash trying to film you two for a livestream, you and peter can’t get a moment alone. that’s about to change. you’re in peter’s hotel room after a fun yet highly supervised day in venice.

most kids are getting ready for bed, at mr. harrington’s request. he’s adamant on everyone having a good night sleep before the walking tour you’re taking tomorrow. you and peter plan to do everything but sleep, however.

“you taste like toothpaste,” peter mumbles against your mouth, arms winding around your back. “is that a good or bad thing?” you giggle and tug at his undone curls. that elicits a high pitched whine from him. “depends on who you ask. me personally, i think it’s sexy.” he’s laying over you on his bed, your fingers tangling in his locks. “open up, then,” you practically purr. peter happily obliges and resumes his kissing.

right when his tongue glides over your lower lip, there’s a knock on the wall.

“i thought you said ned wouldn’t be back…” your words trail off when peter starts to kiss down your neck. “for a while,” you add, softer. “he won’t. last time i checked, he was with betty,” peter replies and effortlessly finds your sweet spot. he nudges it with his nose, making a smile spread across your face. “ok, keep going,” you pull on the roots of his hair gently. peter pecks at your lips. “gotcha, baby.”

he’s kissing his way back to your sweet spot when there’s more knocking, this time much louder. with quirked eyebrows, peter detaches his lips from your skin. “um… hello?” he hesitantly answers. “finally. i was ready to come kick down your door, you idiot,” mj speaks through the thin wall. you squeeze your eyes shut in annoyance, not saying anything. “what do you want, mj? it’s late,” peter sighs back.

“so what? i know you’re not sleeping,” mj insists, leaning against the wall. “i can hear everything. hey, y/n.” peter’s face tints a light shade of pink. you make wide eyes up at him. “hi, i guess. you good over there?” her lips form a line. “i was until the horrendous sounds of parker clapping your cheeks disturbed my reading.” peter grips at your waist with a pout.

“what? we weren’t- i- i didn’t-“ “spare me the details,” mj sharply cuts in, opening whatever mystery novel she recently bought. “i don’t care what you do, as long as you do it quietly. deal?” seeing as peter is too flustered to speak, you take over again. “yeah, sorry. we’ll tone it down. goodnight, em.” “ciao,” she says before returning to her book.

peter shakes his head, fully burying his face in your neck. “that was embarrassing. she’s so…” “nosy,” you finish for him. your fingers brush back some hair that flopped over his forehead. “at least she’s not telling on us or whatever.” he puffs air out of his cheeks, placing a kiss under your chin. “true. you wanna pick up where we left off?” “ugh, yes,” you instantly groan.

your lips are colliding with peter’s again, just like that. it isn’t for too long. his hands settle on your stomach and under your shorts, then you hear someone banging on the door. they talk before either you or peter can tell them to fuck off.

“y/n, is that you?” brad questions, your face twisting in confusion. “uh, yeah. how’d you know?” peter bites the inside of his cheek while brad converses. “i stopped by your room. betty said you might be here… with him.” the him in question is peter, who chuckles bitterly. “what’s up, buddy? we’re kind of in the middle of something. i’m sure you knew that, too.”

“i didn’t, but thanks for sharing,” brad sarcastically responds. “y/n said she’d give me her notes on one of the da vinci exhibits.” peter cocks his head to the side. “she did?” he wonders, looking over at you. “you did?” “it was either that or help him myself,” you explain and drag your fingers along the back of his neck soothingly. “the kid doesn’t leave me alone.”

peter nods, wrapping a protective arm around your middle. “she’ll give you them tomorrow, brad. isn’t it past your bedtime?” “point taken,” brad scoffs and heads back to his room. you draw peter in closer to you. “thanks, pete. hopefully, that’ll be our last guest for the night.” he kisses both your cheeks with a grin. “where were we, mio amore?”

“ooh, i love it when you speak italian,” you giggle, peter cupping your face in his hands.“grazie, bellissima.” he winks and earns a puzzled face from you. “bellissima?” “that means beautiful.” instead of responding with words, you use your mouth to move on his. peter happily kisses back and lets your tongues intertwine. things quickly heat up, peter slipping your shorts down your legs and you lifting his pajama shirt.

you’re both only half undressed and running off broken up kisses, but so desperate. you part your legs for peter, his fingers hooking in the waistband of your panties. “think you can keep your oath of silence?” he teases and nips at your covered collarbone. “the real question is, can you?” you challenge. peter doesn’t get the chance to answer because the door suddenly flies open.

there stands ned, his mouth agape at the sight of a shirtless peter undressing you. you’re the first to notice. you see over peter’s shoulder and gasp. concern covers his features. “what is it, baby? do you want-“ “ned!” you whisper yell. his concern becomes shock. “you want ned?” “no, peter! he’s right there!” teeth sinking into your lip, you point behind him. peter looks and surely enough, there’s his best friend rendered speechless in the doorway.

“dude, what the hell are you doing here?” peter squeaks, you grabbing your shorts from next to you. he turns around to shield you while you put them back on. “aren’t you supposed to be with betty?” “we, um, finished,” ned gulps in response. “finished what- oh.” peter scratches the back of his neck as it hits him. “yuck, ned. a gentleman never tells.” “says you! this is my room too, you know,” he defends himself, you moving out from behind peter.

“and betty’s room is also mine. consider us even,” you hand peter his t-shirt with a satisfied smirk. he murmurs a thank you and throws it back on. ned uncomfortably shifts from foot to foot in the doorway. “that’s fair… are you leaving now?” “i should before mr. harrington makes his rounds,” you reluctantly decide. “i liked it better when people actually knocked,” peter says under his breath, standing to give you a goodnight hug.

“it’s not even this bad at home. i’ll take my dad and friday spying on us over a walk of shame any day,” you exhale as peter pulls you into his chest. hugging back by his torso, you give him an innocent kiss on the cheek. his lips brush your forehead. “maybe we’ll have better luck tomorrow. should we try again, same time?” a familiar and irritated voice yells through the wall. mj.

“please god, no!”

#peter parker #peter parker fluff #peter parker smut #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #peter parker fic #peter parker fanfiction #tom holland #tom holland fluff #tom holland smut #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #marvel

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kira-fluff · 3 years

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Heeey!

Saeyoung, Yoosung, Jumin and Zen reacting to to “hotel only one bed” trope ? ♥️

a/n: of course you can lovely! <3 *AHEM* Lemme just say this trope is ELITE and I will NEVER not love it // also, i’m writing it like it’s before they’re dating (OF COURSE) because I want it to be spicy (actually that’s the only thing that would make sense for this prompt but you get my point whatever). ALSO also I’m basing the fancy hotel off my stay at the Ritz Carlton (it was like $25,000 a night) because my grandma couldn’t manage money N E WAYSS. Also, if y’all could let me know whether you prefer Y/N to MC pls lmk k thx

TW: drunk old lady w/no filter, gets pretty suggestive because I couldn’t help myself, an overbearing aunt, savage Italians, and loud hotel neighbor

Note: omfg i accidentally made this so long oh well here’s yo present lmao

“There’s only one bed” PT.1 PT.2

Saeyoung

Getaway missions are mad cool until you can’t sleep

When you finally neared the parking entrance to your hotel you were SO looking forward to taking a nice hot shower before shimming into the covers of your crisp, (clean, you hoped) sheets.

It was past 3AM when Saeyoung finally drove his elegant vehicular device (because what other word is there for it) into a secured parking space

“Because I don’t trust those shady valets, y/n.”

“Whatever you say, Seven”, you replied groggily.

You hauled ass up to the front desk, then to the elevator of the exquisite hotel you were staying at

not that you cared

because S L E E P

but Saeyoung likes to quote Jurassic Park (because of course he does) like “I spare no expense, y/n”

“I’m too tired to laugh”

*gASP*

“Not everyone naturally stays up until the early morning light before going to sleep.”

“It really should become a thing, it’s honestly very iconic of me.” (it’s not)

By the time your conversation ended you were glad to see your hotel number and a little key card slot.

Saeyoung made a show of sticking the key card in like a spy or something

it was funny for normal y/n but not for tired y/n

“Here’s your room, M’lady.”

He held the door open to your room as you looked around the room

a large, lush bed set before a ginormous flat screen TV with complimentary expensive chocolates laid before you as well as complimentary take-home elegant towels and slippers.

suddenly, you heard a knock on the door

blinking in confusion, you opened to see it was Saeyoung

“Um.. hey! What’s up?”

Saeyoung looked a bit bewildered himself before saying,

“Hey, so, I realized my key card was the same room number as yours and I was like ‘That’s weird!’ so I called the front desk who verified that I had placed a reservation for one room, not two, so I hacked into their system to see what went wrong and if I could change it but it looks like they’re completely booked and I think I had made the reservation before I knew that you had to come along and I’m so sorry”

he was breathless after the mouthful he just gave you

As it was 3AM a drunk, old woman was tripping her way to her room and shouted much louder than she should at 3AM, “Kiss her already n’ fuck, ya youngin’s!”

Saeyoung’s hair now matched his face :)

His ears were tipped bright red before coughing awkwardly

“I can sleep on the ground. I’ve done it plenty of times, it’s actually pretty comfy.”

“Um, Sev’ I’m not going to make you just sleep on the floor. If you want--”

“You’re not making me, y/n, I want to do this”

“Actually I think I’ll sleep on the floor, I sleep a lot better on the ground”, you fibbed.

“You’re sleeping on that big ass bed.”

“No you are.”

“If you don’t listen I’ll sleep in the bath tub instead of the floor.”

“Then I’LL sleep outside the room!”

“LIKE HELL YOU WILL!”

“WATCH ME”

the phone rang, a worker politely asking you to quiet a bit down because even with your luxurious privacy walls, guests could still hear you arguing.

Saeyoung began whisper shouting, “Guess that settles it.”

he plopped on the ground, fake snoring with his arm as a pillow

you sighed

“Fine, if neither of us are going to agree to this then we are both going to sleep in this bed.”

Saeyoung blushed lightly at your boldness, a tad worried you’d find him creepy or weird

You started again, beginning to undress a little, causing Seven to yelp in panic and turn around immediately, shielding his eyes,

Now in your tank top and your leggings you’d been wearing under sweatpants and a t-shirt, you said, “I’m gonna go take a quick shower and go to bed. I’m so tired.”

Seven turned around only when he’d heard the bathroom door shut

he sighed, What am I going to do with this girl.

By the time you’d come out of the bathroom, drying your wet hair, Seven was lying on the bed, clad in casual t-shirt and jeans.

“Come on, Saeyoung, you have comfy clothes! It’s okay, change! I’m done in the bathroom now.”

“Nah, this is fine.” This was not fine. Saeyoung was out of his area of expertise of expecting the unexpected because God you were so unpredictable.

“Please” you jutted out your bottom lip in a little pout, being sure to make eye contact with him

Something glowered in his eyes for a split second before he half-smiled saying, “Ah, little Y/n, you know I can’t say no to you when you go all sad on me.”

He stepped into the bathroom to change, but let’s be honest. He was freaking the fuck out.

he covered his flushed face, changing into his soft sweatpants and a cozy sweatshirt. he was scared

the more comfortable he became the more likely he’d accidentally get closer to you and then you’d freak out because you’d hear the sound of his heart beat like it’s a fucking rave concert and then you’d be weirded forever and quite possibly never talk to him again

but on the outside, he stepped out of the bathroom, whipping his phone out with a huge smirk saying, “Smile”

you threw up a peace sign with your tongue sticking out

he laughed before sending it to the RFA chat

707: Sleepover lolol [see attachment]

immediately both your phones blew up with buzzes of notifications from the chat

you laughed lightly, brushing a stray hair from your face to tuck it behind your ear

this was gonna be a long night for Seven.

Zen: UGH get away from her!!!!!!!!!111!!1!!

Jumin: Maybe you should learn to type first.

Zen: shut it cat freak

Zen: seven answer

Zen: hey

Zen: y/n, text “qwerty” if you’re in any kind of danger

Jumin: What a strange code.

You: qwerty :(

707: lololololol

Zen: !!!!!

Zen: ASJDHKJFASHFKJA

Jumin: -_-

Zen: WE NEED A CAR, NO A HELICOPTER im omw!!

You: just kidding <3 i’m fine you guys

707: lololol

Jumin: Have a bit more faith in your subordinates, Zen.

You closed the chat and muted your phone, expecting the incoming argument that was quickly to ensue.

You patted the bed lightly, ushering Saeyoung to lie down next to you.

He obliged, though he politely laid at the far edge of the left side of the bed.

You yawned before shutting the light off and whispering a “good night”.

Saeyoung glanced at the clock. 4AM. Only 15 minutes had passed. You were breathing softly in your sleep within the 10 minutes after you’d said goodnight and here he was still awake.

You suddenly tousled in your sleep, and Saeyoung raised his head, whispering a soft, “Did I wake you up?”

You replied with a soft moan before abruptly turning left onto his corner of the bed and grabbing for the first thing you’d felt -- his torso.

Saeyoung’s breath hitched as he felt you exploring the new found “object”, running your fingers up and down his torso and nearing dangerous areas below

Saeyoung whisper-shouted, “What are you doing?”

He leaned closer to hear your reply, but your only answer was more soft little snores

Saeyoung sighed, trying to lightly grab your wrists without waking you up, and directing toward yourself

no matter how hard he’d try, your arms kept finding his own

your nails would softly ghost over his chest or neck, causing him to shiver and blush profusely

again, he sighed, trying his hardest not to give into your sleepy state

until you broke him with a soft utterance, “Sae....young..”

Saeyoung’s eyes widened to the size of saucers before he dared to look down at you, your hair curling on the bed every which-way.. your mouth slightly agap...

he groaned, his brows furrowed and his eyes shut

at last he slunk his arms around your torso, being sure to respectfully keep them high around your waist

he buried his face in the crook of your neck to subconsciously try to hide his ever growing blush (and erection)

I don’t know how much longer I can keep doing this ‘friend’ thing when you’re driving me this crazy, y/n.

You awoke to a sleeping Saeyoung, his toned arms enveloping your small body in a hug

shamelessly, you laid still for a few moments longer.

Yoosung

this bean is lonely uwu

so when he’d invited to you go with him on a trip his uncle had paid for, you felt bad saying “yes” because it’s a paid trip!!

until he begged you because his cousin Chaewon would be there and he was always really pushy and borderline a huge fuck boi

so you conceded

but hey free trip for the both of you minus shitty family gatherings with no one you know, right?!

you hope there’s at least one dog. and alcohol.

dog + alcohol at a party = an actual fun fucking time

you were glad Yoosung was there with you because he honestly couldn’t agree with you more

You opened your beach-side resort room to find there’s only one bed.

Yoosung blanched and quickly dialed his auntie, who’d made the resort reservations

“Ah...hi auntie! Um, how come there isn’t a separate room for me and y/n?”

his aunt cackled into the phone, “Aren’t you an old fashioned little gentlemen!!! Awe~~~ you’ve grown up to be such a good boy! <3 Well don’t worry, I won’t say a word to my sister or your pops. Enjoy the time you have with your adorable girlfriend and get it on a little!! I’ve got condoms if ya need ‘em honey~~ Remember dearie, when the shlong is not covered, the child support better be.”

Yoosung hurriedly hung up the phone, his face completely red, praying you hadn’t heard the conversation that’d just ensued.

You did

but you smile and say, “So.. what’d they say?”

He cleared his throat before saying, “Well, --err.. Basically there’s been a little mishap. B-but don’t worry!! I can just ask Chaewon if I can spend the night in his room.”

“Didn’t you say he leaves a sock on the door handle every time--”

“YES but I want you to be comfortable, okay! It’s really not a big deal.”

You shyly smiled while looking down before softly saying, “You can sleep with me.”

Yoosung’s eyes widened and you quickly looked up, your face flushing to a deep crimson

“I-I-I meant in the bed!!! With me. We can lie together. In the bed---- I mean we--”

Yoosung could practically see the steam coming out of your ears and the room felt a LOT hotter

“S-sure! Sounds great.” he had a feeling if you didn’t agree you’d end up embarrassing yourself further.. and he didn’t want you to feel bad. And he didn’t want those thoughts circulating his mind again.

“Alright, so I’m going to hop in the shower, y/n... unless you want to go first?”

Gulping down some complimentary water you’d found in the hotel mini fridge, you quickly replied with a shake of your head.

Nodding, Yoosung make quick work of washing his hair and trying to give himself a pep talk before he would be sleeping next to you.

Thankful for the big size of the resort bed, you climbed under the covers, already beginning to feel sleep take you

When Yoosung had at last dried himself off and walked out to the bed area of the resort room, he gazed at how small you looked, hugging a soft pillow in your arms, your eyes fluttered shut

He looked away, feeling like a creep.

He shut off the light after making a call to the resort staff to wake him up at 8AM as directed by his uncle’s itinerary

He slid under the covers, shoving a pillow in between the two of you as a little border to separate the two of you

it wasn’t until further in the night when Yoosung had felt a jolt and he looked up in panic, through the blackness recognizing the pillow-border had been cast onto the ground

and even more noticeably, your leg was swung over his hip, your body flush to his own

your arms were snaked around his neck

he felt like he could feel every inch of you

your soft breath just below his ear

your soft .. er.. chest... against his torso

your stomach and .. the rest of it... against his own

Yoosung could not breathe

like someone actually help this man for he is losing oxygen by the minute

He squeezed his eyes shut and make the executive decision to wait it out til morning

he was terrified that if he’d move you, you’d wake up and see just how much you affect him.

And so, when the phone rang that morning, you’d startled, looking up to see your tangled limbs lying on top of his own

“oH MY GOD I’M SO SORRY YOOSUNG UGH IT’S A HABIT OF MINE AHAHHSAHDAJSHS”

he looked at you with eyes that had noticeable circles under them (darker than even after his LOLOL gaming)

“you look like you didn’t sleep much.... --- Is it because of me!? Oh my god I’m so sorry you should’ve just shoved me off or something seriously I didn’t mean to do it on purpose, honest!!”

“N-no, no it’s really not!! I promise!!” He tried his best to grin, though it probably looked like a grimace, because the next thing you said was, “I’ll make it up to you”

“You don’t need to do that. Really, I liked it.”

It took a moment for him to realize what he just said.

“I-I mean I like you! I mean I liked sleeping with you!!! I mean--!!”

Yoosung was quickly spinning circles in his mind

you couldn’t help the little giggle that came out of your mouth, “I guess we’re pretty similar, huh?”

Yoosung smiled lightly, “Yeah, guess so.”

You walked out together toward the breakfast area of the resort

“Hey”, you started, “Is.. Did you mean what you said? About liking me?”

Yoosung glanced away, taking a deep breath before saying, “Yeah, yeah I did. I really like you.”

You couldn’t hold back the big ol’ smile that took over your face as you proudly declared, “Me too!!”

Right when Yoosung was going to go in for a kiss, he saw his auntie suddenly right next to the both of you

“Oh my GOD when did you get here?!”

She smirked, “My question first, dearie, what did you two like?”

Neither of you answered, your cheeks growing red

“You know, the first time your uncle did it with me I felt the same way. Like, what a man! Must run in the fam--”

“OKAY! THANK YOU FOR THAT AUNTIE BUT BREAKFAST IS CALLING MY NAME MM SMELLS GOOD SEE YOU LATER.”

Your blush didn’t leave you as you smeared strawberry cream cheese on your toasted bagel

This trip was going to be very VERY difficult. Thank God there was alcohol. And Yoosung. And probably dogs. And Yoosung.

Yeah.

Gotta love relatives.

Jumin

You received a call from a stern voice you didn’t recognize

<<“Hello. This is Mr. Han’s chauffeur. I’m approximately 6.3 miles away from your residence. Do not worry about clothes or other necessities. All will be provided for you.”>>

“Uh.. thanks? Where....?”

<<“Mr. Han has invited you to join him on his stay at the Ppalgan Vineyard Estates. Have you not received the notification?”>>

You glanced at your phone, seeing two unread messages on your phone.

You read them, feeling bad you hadn’t seen them before.

“Yes, yes of course. Thank you. Tell him I said thank you. Are you sure it’s okay for me to attend?”

<<“Miss Y/L/N, Mr. Han gave me specific instructions to assure you would be able to come with him. I have been ordered to give 2 minute updates following your being picked up. I can assure you, it is his utmost wish that you join him this weekend. I’d be honored to thank him on your behalf, though I feel it would mean much more to him if you said it to him rather than me.” >>

“You’re right, thank you. And thanks for driving me. And for all the other stuff you said”, you replied nervously.

<<”There is no need to thank me, Miss. I am glad to serve Mr. Han in anyway I can.”>>

The call hung up before you could spout out more thank yous

you phone buzzed, startling you.

you clicked the notification

<<(XXX-XXX-XXXX HAN COMPANIES) I’ve arrived at your residence. Let me know if there is anything I can carry for you. Sent 13:52>>

You quickly texted a reply of gratitude before rushing down the stairs out of your apartment, not wanting to make Jumin’s chauffeur wait.

“Good to see you Miss Y/L/N. Is there anything I can get you? I have been given orders to purchase anything you may want or need on our way to the airport.”

He quickly texted something on his phone, presumably a text to Jumin about your safe arrival to his limo.

“A-airport? You mean, like, flying? Are you sure I don’t need my wallet? It’s not too late for me to go grab it, right? I have my debit card on my phone too, otherwise.”

“Miss Y/L/N you are not to spent a single won on this vacation. All is paid for.”

“But my clothes... I don’t want Jumin to have to pay for all new things!!”

"I assure you, money is not something Mr. Han wishes for you to be concerned with.”

You’d stayed silent at that, feeling bad that you’d already bothered the poor man who’d just been ordered to drive you, not reassure you of Jumin’s financial affairs.

You grew quiet, looking out the window as trees, streets, and cars zoomed past you.

“If you so wish, there are numerous meals options in the compartments below the seats as well as alcohol, carbonated beverages and iced water glasses. You are, of course, welcome to any of these. Please do not hesitate to notify me if there is something you’d like instead. We’d glad to make it a regular option in all of our limousines.”

You flushed, embarrassed at the amount of power Jumin’s words, and effectively, your own seemed to have on the entire Han Conglomerate as a whole. You laughed a little, it was funny thinking to yourself that you had so much power as to decide snack options for Jumin’s cars.

Jumin was extra like that, he always went above and beyond to make you comfortable. You loved that about him. It made you feel a little spoiled, so you instinctively rejected most offers at things that seemed to further complicate his worker’s duties.

You had no idea that when the chauffeur had said airport he meant the Han Private Airway Transportation Zone.

As in... private jet.

It was hard not to feel like you were in a whole different world.

Not that Jumin treated you that way... but it was hard not to notice!

You bowed in thanks to the driver before hastily finding your way to the nearest man standing in another black suit, his hands folded together in front of him.

As soon as you uttered your name, his whole demeanor changed and he instantly had gone from cool and collected to humble and overwhelmingly kind.

He’d quickly made his way to the boarding area, escorting you to the jet before leaving you at a polite distance way from Jumin who’d been looking at you from the moment you’d entered the aircraft.

His eyes searched your own as you’d yet to discover his presence

He couldn’t help but rake his eyes up and down your body, admiring the way you could look just in anything.

He at last saw you searching the spacious cabin, at last laying eyes on him.

His heart pounded faster, as if your noticing him made his heart leap in joy

You looked relieved and smiled, running over to him and sitting down next to him

“Hi Jumin!! Oh, should I be calling you Mr. Han? That’s what your chauffeur called you.. sorry if that’s what I should’ve been addressing you as!!”

His deep voice rumbled in your ear, causing you to shudder, “Jumin is fine.”

You gazed up at him through your lashes, noticing the way his perfectly tailored vest made him look so... well... for lack of better word...hot.

“Wow. You look...” Your eyes moved from his hair, to his face, to his neck, to his torso, slowly to his groin, to his legs... before you realized what you’d been doing and quickly your eyes shot up again.

You bit your lip, “You look nice.”

“Nice?”

You laughed shyly, and slightly (embarrassingly) breathless, “Yeah. Yeah you do. Nice.”

Jumin couldn’t help the sly smile he’d been holding back before replying, “You look beautiful.”

You flushed and looked down, squirming in your seat a little before looking at him once more, offering a small, “..thank you..”

After a few minutes of silence, you’d decided to change the subject, chattering on about how you wondered what this mysterious vacation would hold

Jumin couldn’t help is concentration half on every word you were saying, but also your lips. Slowly licking his own, he nodded along when you’d gotten especially enthusiastic, grinning slightly when you’d gotten so excited you’d leapt out of your luxury seat.

Within a half hour of the trip to your destination in Italy, Jumin had trouble concentrating on much else.

Get it together, Jumin, you’re not some fool like Zen.

It’d gotten worse the more you’d leaned further in your seat, your chest becoming slightly exposed

he covered his mouth with a hand, opting for looking out one of the many windows of the jet.

You’d always caught his attention and made him lose his focus -- something he’d never lost before he met you

He blamed the strawberry sent that you’d always carried with you

He wasn’t much for expensive, faux perfume that so many of his father’s skanks would wear... it was like no other.

After a few hours of grueling torture on your part (though you hadn’t know every single time you’d grabbed his hand or arm it’d sent his heart on a sky dive) Jumin was glad to have arrived in the gorgeous Italian acreage of the countryside.

It was even more beautiful at the dusk of night, you’d decided

Immediately a shiny vehicle pulled up, ready to transport you and Jumin to the estate you were to be residing in for the weekend.

Upon pulling into the culdesac, you almost scoffed at the word “estate” -- it was more of a country in and of itself, land stretched beyond what you could see

The mansion itself stood on pillars and high, Gothic windows.

Inside, flying buttresses decorated the building, giving it an elegant and aged ambiance that you just adored

“It’s so beautiful.”

He smiled at you then, watching you take in the wonders he’d realized he took for granted.

He was then directed to a double-door entrance way, “Your room, Mr. Han, Miss Y/L/N.”

“Separate, correct?”

The man stood in surprise, looking slightly aghast, “T-they never specified such details.”

“Contact them immediately to confirm. I’ll work it out from there.”

“Yes, Mr. Han.” From there, the man scurried away to contact the head of the estate.

After a few moments, he returned, “The Rossi Conglomerate had assumed that you’d brought your fiance with you.”

“Did you mention I don’t have one?”

“Y-yes, of course! But, Mr. Han, your father--”

Jumin sighed, “I’ll take care of it.” with a wave of his hand, the man was gone

You thanked him on his way out.

Jumin looked at you, searching for a reaction of displeasure or worry

When he didn’t find one, he began, “I was notified the Rossi had booked their other estates to their American investors. My being here is a formality, but it is business. It would be a great discourtesy to demand--”

You smiled reassuringly, “Jumin, don’t worry about it.. we’ll share the bed, okay?” You held your hand in his own, rubbing soothing circles on his knuckles.

Jumin looked at you, choking on his spit slightly.

“Y/N you do understand that--”

“It’s fine, Jumin!! It’s late already, I’ll just put up my hair.. and.. do you know where the night clothes would be?”

He watched as you fixed a bobby pin between your teeth before running your fingers through your hair, watching as you arched your back to--

“Jumin? ...you don’t know?”

He cleared his throat, looking away, pink dusting his cheeks

“Bathroom.”

You thanked him, unaware of his watchful eyes

It had been a few seconds since you’d entered the bathroom before he heard a loud and alarmed, “..UM....JUMIN...?!”

He’d quickly made his way into the bathroom

“What’s wro--”

He looked and laying on the long granite island of the large bathroom was a silky set of lingerie as well as a note in Italian you couldn’t read.

Jumin’s words stopped dead on his lips as he stared at you, then the silky underwear set, you, silky underwear, you.......silky underwear.

On the outside, Jumin liked to think he came off as calm and collected, saying, “I can get you something else to wear.”

But when he’d made it two steps out of the bathroom he had a little collision. And by collision, I mean his face.. and the wall.

He looked in every drawer, finding nothing. He presumed clothes would be delivered as specified. But it was late already.. their servants are dismissed, only the protective guards surrounded the inside and outside of the estate.. explaining the situation to them didn’t seem very promising.

Of course you were kicking yourself, before you’d found their little....gift... you’d cast your days clothes into the washer. They were probably soaked by now.

Maybe I could use a hair dryer...? Or I could stuff them in the dryer??

Either way you’d be without clothes for.. too long.

And nothing would be greater punishment then showing all that in front of the man you had completely fallen for...

You heard a knock on the bathroom door. You listened from inside.

“Hey, I, uh, couldn’t find anything. Do you think you could wear your clothes from today?”

You whimpered, on the verge of tears, “I already put it in the washer!”

He knocked again, “Can I hand you something?”, he asked, undoing the buttons of his formal shirt.

“C-close your eyes!”

Jumin chuckled darkly before covering his eyes and handing her his collared shirt

“I’d give you the pants, too, but I don’t think they’d really fit you. Could you look at what they’d provided for me? Maybe slip on something from mine.”

“N-no! That’d be even worse for me!! .. and you!” You blushed again imagining him half naked

You hurriedly shuffled through the drawers, but to no avail.

You gulped, slipping on the lingerie to ensure that maybe something would be covered before buttoning Jumin’s formal shirt on you as well.

it was so big it didn’t leave much for the imagination

but you decided through a 10 minute pep talk that you’d suck it up and try your best to make his shirt into a night gown.

You at last stepped out of the bathroom, Jumin’s head shooting toward the sudden noise before taking you in

He could scarcely breathe, much less come up with a coherent sentence

you were in his shirt...

with barely any clothes on underneath

and you looked up at him shyly, biting your lip a little

drawing even more attention to your lips

Jumin had to stifle a groan, opting to head to the bathroom to change

After splashing some cold water on his face in a poor attempt to get his head out of the gutter, he quickly got on his pjs

after you both were ready for bed, Jumin sat on the bed, opening a small novel he’d been enjoying, Anthem.

His attention was immediately diverted from the dystopian fiction when he saw you were stretching

His shirt rode up high as he took in the way the lingerie perfect accentuated your curves, though it didn’t cover much below the waist

Noticing your folly, your eyes widened in shock before you immediately put your hands down

which, just your luck, made it all worse.

the sudden movement disheveled the shirt, causing it to ride down completely on one side, openly displaying the soft brassiere beneath it

Jumin slammed his book so hard it left an echo in the large room.

Great. He couldn’t even make it look like his book was suddenly unbelievably interesting that he just so happened to not take notice of the obvious sight before him.

You blanched, feeling a breeze along your shoulder, gasping before running to your side of the bed and pretending you don’t exist anymore

Meanwhile Jumin is in a c r i s i s

In the most eloquent of words, his mind said holy fucking motherfucking shit oh my God fuck fuck fuck AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH oh my god shit shit shit fuck shit sdfasodjgiajsidogjosdg MALFUNCTION!! WARNING!!!! RUN BITCH!!!

But Jumin didn’t run

because mama ain’t raise no bitch

but also because if he stood up it would be blatantly obvious that he had--

Stop thinking about it, Jumin.

He tried to redirect his mind to his 5 senses, a grounding technique he’d learned when he got too anxious when he was younger

But sight seemed to dominate it as his mind replayed your facial expressions, the way your hands awkwardly tried to cover yourself up, the way you looked the way he’d take it all off---

Oh God. I’m deep in shit.

He had never been so pissed at himself... and embarrassed.

He looked over at you, a horrible decision, really.

You were still awake, your face was redder than the strawberry sent that adorned you

“s-sorry..” you whispered, willing yourself to try to forget, “pretend that never happened..”

Jumin was practically feral and you were saying it never happened?

Jumin couldn’t just pretend he didn’t just see a fucking goddess

but he would for you

“..........pretend what never happened?”

You sighed, a small smile on your face as you quickly turned to thank him

but he was a LOT closer than you imagined

he was propped up on one elbow, looking down at you, his head slightly angled.

And suddenly your faces weren’t so far apart.

And you couldn’t help but slowly close your eyes

Jumin felt confusion when you’d done this

he can be a bit of a pea brain, so he of course said, “I’m sure you’re very tired.”

He shut off the light, reaching over you

You held back the big frown you’d gotten when you realized he’d rejected you

unbeknownst to you that it took everything in him, from the moment he’d saw you in the jet cabin, not to scoop you up in his arms and make out with you the whole way there.

Zen

Was Zen going to invite you to his own fucking tour?

Of course he was

he liked flexing his connections

and most of all, showing you just how much he cared about you

and loved you

but not the love part because God if you ever found out Zen might jump into the nearest body of water and never return

not that he didn’t have any confidence

he has lots of it

but it all kind of disintegrates when he gets to talking about his real feelings

But come on, it was blatantly obvious to anyone who had heckin eyes

or ears

or just any functioning body

the way he’d try to subtly throw an arm over your shoulder

or he’d lean in whenever you spoke

or the way he’d readjust his posture when you walked into a room

or the way everyone caught him staring

like anytime you weren’t looking

or when you are looking because he is “built different”

So the limo ride to the fancy hotel he was to stay at was something that had him looking forward to the tour, but also dreading it

you’d sat close to him in the limo because his agent and other workers were sitting along with him.

So close that your ass got pushed further and further onto his lap

because damn where the fuck are we and why are there so many goddamn potholes

Zen tried to steady you by firmly grabbing your hips

which was NOT the move

because now that you were firmly set on his lap, every bump felt like a fucking war against his hormones.

Like a gentleman, he quickly opted to seat you next to him, not wanting you to feel embarrassed

still, he could feel you being pulled closer to him with every long turn the limo made or every bump or abrupt stop

and it was torture.

like this man is sweating

but by some miracle you arrive at the hotel in one piece! Yay!

but Zen’s soul has left his body~~

so you get set up

You open the room, “Look, Zen! This bed is HUGE!!”, you ran over to it and plopped your face onto the sheets

He chuckled, watching you act like a little kid excited about a hotel for the first time

his brows furrowed when he realized there was no door separator between your rooms

He immediately called the front desk

all you could over hear was “No, there seems to be some kind of mistake”

and “I reserved two rooms -- conjoined”

“Alright, ok. Thanks.” and then he hung up.

“So..” he sighed, “They can’t get another room because they’re completely booked. Someone must’ve recognized the limo and lots of fans immediately bought up all the rooms in hopes of seeing me.”

“It’s alright Zen! I can ask to switch with your agent or something!!”

“NO!” Zen said a little too loudly. “No. Um, look it would be bad because he’s a man.”

“Your a dude, too, Zen.”

“I-- yeah, but that’s different because I’m a guy you can trust.”

“True..”

“So I’ll sleep on the couch, ‘kay?”

“Zen, no! You need your beauty sleep to be ready for your performance tomorrow!!!”

“It’s alright, really!”

“I’ll sleep on the couch!”

“Like hell you will.”

“Please :(”

“Y/N, seriously--”

“Then how about this! You and I just sleep in the same bed!”

Ever the dramatic soul, Zen gasped with his palm over his heart “How SCANDALOUS!”

“Aren’t you supposed to be Mr. Playboy?”

“Only for you, baby”, he winked.

You stuttered, “T-that’s not funny! Seriously don’t make it weird you horn- dog!”

He threw his head back in laughter, “Horn-dog?! I thought you said you trusted me!”

“Not when you’re obviously thinking about doing this and that to me!!”

“Doing this and tha---Hey! Who do you think I am?!”

There was suddenly a loud bang on the wall and a burly man shouted, “GO TO FUCKIN’ SLEEP YOU OBNOXIOUS, SEXUALLY FRUSTRATED LITTLE SHITS!”

You smirked, holding in a laugh saying, “Sounds like your fans are getting jealous.”

Zen’s mouth dropped and you began laughing hysterically

“T-that was like a 60 year old man!”

“I’M 42 YOU LITTLE SHIT”

You fell back on the bed, laughing louder

Zen shouted back, “WELL EXCUSE ME, SEXY, 42 YEAR OLD MAN”

There was silence before a harsh knock sounded at your door

All Zen’s bravado disintegrated and he made a dash for the bed, whispering loudly for you to “Turn off the fuckin’ lights, turn off the fuckin’ lights!”

You stifled more giggles rising up to your throat as you clicked off the light, making sure the room was locked, and climbed into bed

you breathed out your last laughs, sighing to yourself contentedly before noticing the close proximity you were to Zen

You stared at each other for a long moment

You leaned in closer

Zen placed a palm on your cheek, gently cupping it

he softly whispered, “Can I kiss you?”

You answered by harshly connecting your lips

The two of you feeding off each other’s oxygen as Zen bit your lip, causing you to gasp and open your mouth to make way for his tongue

you whimpered, feeling faint from lack of oxygen

the two of you parted, out of breath

Zen wanted to say something smooth like “I’ve always wanted to do that.”

but instead he said “I’ve always wanted to do you.”

He mentally smacked his head, blaming the lack of oxygen for his stupidity

But you smirked up at him coyly, replying, “Then why don’t you?”

Um yeah rip your hotel neighbor he will literally hate both of you so much

I had honestly SO MUCH FUN writing this!! Let me know if you want, like, a part two to this. I think I’d just be so fun lol

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