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dollystuartwrites · 2 years

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Not Holding Back - Chapter 13

Pairing: Boss!JacksonWang x f!PersonalAssistant!reader

Genre: fluff, smut, obsessive behavior, Jackson-is-a-fashion-designerAU

Wordcount: 1350

Chapters: [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8] - [9] - [10] - [11] - [12] - [13] - [?] MASTERLIST

Summary: When Y/N starts working as a personal assistant for the director of TEAM WANG DESIGN: Jackson Wang himself, she finds it hard to hide her secret. After all, she used to be a massive stan of her boss! But she's not the only one holding back...

Warnings: Swearing, some angst, degradation, sir kink, namecalling, masturbation, obsessive!Jackson, dirty talk, corruption kink?, praising, sexual fantasies, fingering, posessive!Jackson, grinding/humping by both parties, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, use of sex toys, lots of teasing, orgasm denial, breeding/impreg kink?, WILL ADD MORE AS STORY ADVANCES, PLEASE LMK IF I MISSED ANY

The vibrating did not stop when he left, although you had hoped it would.

Ten minutes later you entered the conference room. Jackson was already there. His eyes instantly shot to yours and one of the corners of his mouth pulled upwards.

You sat down at the table next to him, not daring to look at him.

As soon as the meeting started something happened again. The toy inside of you upped its vibration level again, but this time it started vibrating in an off-beat rhythm.

Shocked you looked up at Jackson, but he didn't move a muscle.

Cursing him in your mind you quickly tried to look away, trying hard not to focus on the stimulation inside of you.

Although the meeting was hell and you missed half of what was said, you thought you were doing pretty well. When the meeting ended, the vibration lowered again, but the off-beat rhythm continued.

You endured the following hours, not getting too much work done and not leaving your desk as much as you possibly could.

But the second meeting was worse. Once again, you sat down next to Jackson, and once again, when the meeting started, the toy started vibrating, but this time much harder than before. Silently you clenched your jaws together and endured, trying not to fidget and keeping your face as neutral as you possibly could.

It was just bearable and when the meeting ended and everyone got up and left, you dared to let out a sigh. Jackson lingered slightly and you could feel the vibrations lessen again. It wasn't as low as before, but at least it was a little less.

Pretending like he was organizing his files on the desk, Jackson bent over to you.

'Doing so well for me so far,' he whispered in your ear before he left.

You could feel your wet panties sticking to your core, and prayed that you wouldn't leak through to the fabric of your clothes.

The rest of the day you simply pretended to work. Whenever you needed to look busy, you simply typed random words into a document on your computer. The stimulation was driving you to the edge of sanity and you weren't sure how much longer you could endure.

At last, the final meeting of the day was called. There wouldn't be as many people, and some employees were already packing their stuff to go home for the weekend.

Feeling tired, and knees that felt weak, you made your way to the smallest meeting room in the office.

Once more you took your place next to Jackson while the others sat down too and took out their stuff.

'Y/n,' Jackson suddenly spoke. You looked up at him in surprise. 'can you take the minutes for me?' he asked calmly.

Afraid of what would happen if you'd say no, you nodded and took out your laptop, opening a new document.

Jackson started speaking and you started typing.

Then all hell broke loose.

The vibrator seemed to go completely berserk. It started vibrating so hard and wildly in an on-and-off pattern that you almost couldn't believe it wasn't audible. What made it even worse what that its attack on your already tense walls seemed to be precisely in your soft spot…

Your hands started shaking and you stopped typing for a moment. You had to tense up every muscle in your body not to cry out in ecstasy.

The lacking sound of your typing made Jackson look up at you.

There was no trace of remorse in his eyes, no knowing look. He simply raised his eyebrows at you as if he had no idea what was going on inside of you.

Fuming, you put your shaking hands back on your keyboard and started to smash in random buttons without a thought.

This seemed to be good enough for Jackson, as he turned his face away from you again and continued speaking.

You had no idea what they were talking about, as you kept mashing buttons and clenched your jaw together so you wouldn't slip out a moan.

After what seemed an eternity, the lights suddenly dimmed slightly and the TV at the other end of the meeting room started playing. All heads turned that way.

You knew you could stop typing for the moment and the darkness gave you the opportunity to relax your face for a second.

A large hand squeezed your thigh and you turned your head. Jackson had slipped his hand under the table, the arm that he had dropped was invisible to outsiders, with the laptop in front of him blocking their view.

His hand slid upwards slightly and dipped into your pants. You quickly looked away from him and put your tongue between your teeth so as not to yelp. Through the lace fabric of your panties, he found your hard clit. With the toy inside you still on berserk setting, he started to rub slow circles over your clit.

You wanted to scream. Wanted to cry. Wanted to run away from here.

The video stopped but Jackson didn't.

The lights turned on again and the conversation resumed. Meanwhile, Jackson increased the pressure on your clit while maintaining the slow circling pace.

Your hands now truly shaking, you started mashing the keyboard again, trying to breathe through your nose as best as you could.

Now and then Jackson spoke, with his voice calm and collected, as if he wasn't on the verge of making you cum.

You could feel the knot building in your stomach. Sweat was starting to form on the back of your neck and your legs were tensing up for dear life.

You wouldn't be able to hold out much longer.

Just when you started to think you might come undone at any second now, you heard the sounds of scraping chairs. People were leaving.

You quickly stopped pretending to type.

Jackson leaned over to you, pretending he was checking your computer screen and still not stopping his finger from circling your tormented clit.

When the last person closed the door behind them and the voices and footsteps faded away, you gasped.

'I'm impressed,' Jackson said lowly. 'I didn't think you were able to hold out for so long,'

'J-Jack-Jackson,' you whimpered tears of anger and exasperation forming in your eyes.

'Relax baby, you can cum for me now. Everyone is gone. Cum,' he commanded.

It hadn't been necessary for him to tell you as you couldn't hold back any longer. You gasped and started to shake. Jackson quickly put his free hand over your mouth, covering the sounds of your moans and cries as he finally made you come undone.

The orgasm seemed to last forever, partially because the vibrator didn't stop and Jackson kept rubbing you slowly. You started to feel overstimulated and your whole body started spasming. You tried to get away from his hand, but he used his arm to keep you down.

'Just a little more,' he teased. The overstimulation was driving you insane. You whimpered, whined, and squirmed but Jackson didn't seem satisfied just yet and continued his attack on your clit.

Then after half a minute of you trying to stifle your moans, out of nowhere a second orgasm overtook your body, even far more intense than the first one. Your muscles cramped up so bad it almost hurt, your eyes rolling back into your head with the blissful feeling.

'Good girl, good girl,' Jackson cooed while he made you ride out your second high. 'Very good, I knew you could do it. I knew you could cum for me again. So good. So obedient,'

When you started to return to earth again he finally let go of you, withdrawing his hand from your pants. The vibrator inside of you finally turned off.

You slumped into your chair, your body feeling like it had just run the marathon.

Jackson had gotten up from his chair and stroked your head while kissing your cheek.

'I'm so proud of you baby,' he whispered. You couldn't speak. Your mind was far too fucked out still to think.

'I think you deserve your reward now,' he said with a low voice.

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got7scloset · 2 years

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[220602] Jackson - Incheon Airport.

• LANVIN - Batman Print Asymmetrical Shirt

$1,335 USD

• NATASHA ZINKO - Graphic Print Wide-Leg Trousers

#got7fashion #got7scloset #got7 #got7 jackson #갓세븐 #wang jia er #jackson wang #wang ka yee #잭슨 #왕 잭슨 #갓세븐 잭슨 #lanvin #natasha zinko

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biasd · 2 years

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Jackson

Got7

Korean

#갓세븐 #got7 #Wang Jia Er #잭슨 #jackson #biasd #jackson wang #Wang Ka Yee #王嘉爾 #china #chinese #rap #dance #kpop #entered

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oraclekleo · 2 years

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Wang Jia Er / Wang Ka Yee (GOT7 / Solo) Ideal Partner Characteristics based on Tarot Reading

Hello and welcome!

I’m Kleo and I’m here to present some k-pop related tarot readings to you.

Disclaimer:

I would like to state that all these readings have a purely entertainment nature and their purpose is to bring some fun into my and hopefully yours lives. I have never ever met any of the idols / actors / celebrities in my readings, I don’t know them personally. Tarot reading isn’t an exact science and I can never guarantee any of it. Most of it is my intuition mixed with fantasy. Don’t take these readings seriously and don’t base any important decisions on tarot readings only, use your common sense.

If you wish to request a tarot reading, please read the pinned post on my profile first to see the instructions on how to request. I only do readings for idols / actors / celebrities of 18 years of age or older. Requests for readings including younger people will be automatically dismissed. If you feel uncomfortable with these tarot readings, do not engage in reading my posts. Thank you for understanding.

Reading Info:

Rating: 18+

Reading Type: Single - Couple

Requested: Yes - No

Deck: The Dark Mansion Tarot + Heavenly Bodies

Spread: Ideal Partner

Questions:

Body

Heart

Spirit

Soul

Time

Place

Zodiac

Full Name: Wang Jia Er / Wang Ka Yee

Stage Name: Jackson

Group: GOT7

Masterlist: Got7

Wang Jia Er / Wang Ka Yee

Jackson (GOT7 / Solo)

Deck: The Dark Mansion Tarot + Heavenly Bodies

Spread: Ideal Partner

Body - 7 of Cups

Jackson’s perfect match is likely someone who is able to change themselves in order to adapt to their surroundings. Their own style can be completely different from the impression they give at work. They are likely to wear one personality in front of their family, a different one for their friends, another one for coworkers. Their wardrobe is a mixture of fashion styles and they are very good at hiding their true self which they only reveal to the ones they trust the most.

Heart - 8 of Pentacles

Jackson’s ideal partner is a hard working person at heart. They know there’s no gain without the pain and long hours. They are diligent, methodical, meticulous perfectionists and if possible, they prefer to learn their craft or needed skills on their own without someone lecturing them because they have their specific ways of memorising information.

Spirit - 7 of Pentacles

Jackson’s special person is likely someone who can appreciate multiple beliefs and spiritual systems. They have studied whatever interested them and took what they found helpful and incorporated those fragments into their life in order to gain peace of mind.

Soul - King of Pentacles

Jackson’s significant other is likely a deeply loyal and steady person when it comes to relationships. They maintain loyalty even to those who hurt them, although they will never let those people know. This person is likely calm and reliable, with their feet on the ground and with a practical mindset. They don’t wait for a knight in shining armour, they don’t believe in magic, they don’t blame faith for their failures. They are responsible and caring.

Time - 2 of Swords

Jackson is likely to fall in love with this person after finally taking a blindfold off of his eyes. They are likely in his life already, he only can’t see they are meant for him. He needs to be put in front of a serious choice to realise. He might face the fact that this person will leave his life for good if he can’t make that choice.

Place - 4 of Wands

If Jackson and his significant other actually get together and decide to share a home, it will be a happy and harmonious place for both of them. They are likely to make it their shelter, keep it very private, only invite the people closest to them from time to time. Family is suggested to children might come soon after starting living together.

Zodiac Sign - Cardinal (Aries, Cancer, Libra, Capricorn)

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rainbowbutterfly5678 · 1 year

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Zombie Apocalypse

Jackson Wang

Chinese Name- Wang Ka-Yee

American Name- Jackson Wang

Nickname- Jack

Sexuality- Homosexual

Gender- Male

Birth date- April 27th

Birth place- Busan, South Korea

-(Parents)-

Mother- Sophie Zhou

Mother Status- Unknown

Father- Wang Ruiji

Father Status- Unknown

Status- Alive

Married?- No

-(Physical Appearance)-

Age- 25

Weight- 163bls

Height- 5'9

Body build- Trapezoid

-very toned and muscular

Face Type- inverted triangle

Eye color- Dark Brown

Glasses or comtacts- none

Skin tone- Beige/Honey

Hair color- Black

Overall Attractiveness- 8/10

Physical Disabilities- Nerve damage in his left hand

Usual fashion of dress-

Favorite outfit-

-(Weapons)-

Backpack Inventory-

-2 flashlights

-spare batteries

-first aid kit

-handcuffs

-water bottle

-maps

-cigarettes

-multiple lighters

-change of clothes

-multiple hand guns

-multiple hand blades

-compass

-Ammo

-Diapers

-Wipes

-extra Diapers and wipes

-bottles

-formula

-pacifiers

-Baby blankets

-extra baby outfits

Weapon preference- Sniper Rifle

List of weapons on him-

-multiple knifes stashed on his pants

-multiple guns in his belt and in his jacket

-Sniper Rifle

-(Personality)-

Good traits-

-Adaptable

-Athletic

-Charismatic

-Clever

-Flexible

-Genuine

-Selfless

-Independent

Negative traits-

-Ambitious

-Anxious

-Blunt

-Independent

-Passive

Mood most often-

-He is often seen as moody but just because he tends to be quiet.

-A man of few words.

-He's actually very contempt most of the time.

Greatest fears-

-Claustrophobia

-Arachnophobia

Backstory-

Jackson is an ex-military sniper. He and his sister were sent to America while he was a teenager. He enlisted the moment that he was able to and picked up on english pretty quickly. He was on leave when the outbreak happened and at the time he was living with his sister and her son in Atlanta. Unfortunately his sister didn't survive while Jackson and her son waited out the gassing of Atlanta in his sisters apartment. He had cleared out their floor but it eventually got over run and he was forced to jump out there window, two stories up, into a dumpster. Keith, the baby was fine but Jackson managed to add to the scars on his back.

Greatest strengths- agility and use of fire arms

Greatest vulnerability/weakness- Keith

-(Favorites)-

Color- Black

Least favorite color- Pink

Music- Hip hop

Food- cheesecake

Smokes- yes

Drinks- no

Extremely skilled at- being a sniper

Nervous tics- his left hand twitches

-(Traits)-

Optimist/Pessimist- Optimist

Introvert/Extrovert- Extroverted Introvert

Daredevil/Cautious- Cautious

Logical/Emotional- both under different circumstances

Disorderly and messy/Methodical and neat- Methodical and Neat

Keith-

-5 months old

-male

Birthday- October 8th

#1x1 roleplay #roleplay #zombie #zombie apocalypse #apocalypse #zombie roleplay #zombie rp

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insolitus-academy · 6 months

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♚ // Face Claim Full name Face Claim: Wang Ka-yee / Jackson Wang Group/Band/Occupation: Hong Kong rapper / member GOT7 Nationality: Chinese Faceclaim age: 29 ♚ // Character ; Basic information

Quote: “I didn’t mean to die.”

Full name characterGuō ‘Steve’ Lixin Nickname: Steve Realm of birth: Earth, Hong Kong Age: 30-something (he keeps it vague) Date of Birth: March 28 Gender: nonbinary, masculine leaning due to his human life. Preferred Pronouns: he/him Race: Angel Sexual Orientation: pansexual What is the level of Korean and how did they learn to speak it: Experienced

♚ // Character ; Appearance

Skin Color: tanned Eye color: fluctuates between dark and white Scars: a dark scar on his chest where he was shot. Piercings: none Tattoos: many Hair color: Naturally black, he dyes it often. Abnormalities: Visible halo, changed shape and he can hide it but usually wears it as either a ring, a traditional halo or a choker. Horns/ wings/ etc.: large white wings that reflect silver when the sun hits them just right Transformed form: N/A

♚ // Character ; Personality

Six personality traits:

Blunt, arrogant, courageous, righteous, compassionate and stubborn

Likes: Loud music from a car-radio, guns and weapons, helping people no matter what it takes, drugs and cigarettes, the first cup of coffee of the day and people who laugh loudly and a lot. Dislikes: The agony of humanity, dying, the suffering of other people who try to do good and are still punished, mice and scented candles.

Manias: none Phobias: he really hates mice and rats Animal: a city pigeon Religion: he never was, but now he kinda has to believe in the big G Favorite song: Fake your Death - MCR Vice: Wrath Virtue: Kindness

Personality description: Hardworking only when it matters. Steve is a person who is in the core good; otherwise he would not have become an angel. Though it is important to note he always walks the rope in the inbetween. Making up for indecencies by doing holy jobs and helping others. His heart is golden but he can come across blunt and with a rough edge.

He is not booksmart- but he knows the streets and how life works for people. Hating the unfair divide between the privileged and the non-privileged he can come across aggressive at times with his large physique and angelic aura. Underneath the scoffs and cursing there is a man who has been hurt through life and death; who is still sure they never deserved to be reborn.

♚ // Character ; Powers Magical Powers:

Major power: Regeneration Where the angel is already an immortal creature the following power of regeneration is one where the body is in top physical form. The soul of the angel does not need a host- and their body is a physical manifestation of the soul which can endure a huge amount of damage and still function as it heals quickly.

This includes being restored from their body being turned into ash or vapour for example. This also means an immunity to death; where they are unable to die in the traditional sense of the word- and included is suicide immunity where the user is unable to kill themselves.

Addendum 1: The only way to destroy the angel is through soul-destruction either through incredible holy or demonic powers.

Addendum 2: The mind and/or soul are not regenerated. Meaning that mental illness is still a concern for the user.

Addendum 3: Pain is still felt throughout this process.

Secondary power: Danger divination Can sense acute or nearing danger for himself and/or those he cares for or swore to protect. The stronger they feel for someone the further the range is- Is a lot worse at sensing danger to himself.

- Hearing prayers directed at him - Angelic energy/aura

Non-magical Powers:

- Flight; - Street fighting techniques; - Shooting (guns and rifles); - fighting with small knives; - Good at card games

Weaknesses:

Demonic presence While not as opposed to it as he should be- Steve gets icky when too close to demons too long. Nothing too serious but he feels uneasy among them, not that that stopped him any time.

Demonic powers When attacked by demons Steve loses his temper quickly and he is weaker to demonic powers as demons are weaker to his angelic powers as well. Blessed and Cursed to help Steve will have an almost unbreakable urge to help people in dire need. Putting himself in danger often and against his will as he sees people in distress he has to help them. The worse the distress, the more he feels the need to protect them.

Haunted by the past After being shot the angel can’t put the past behind him and often wakes up from nightmares where he is being shot and dies. Dying wasn’t fun and the weakness and vulnerability he felt that day is forever engraved in his mind.

- Low tolerance for substances (drugs including alcohol)

♚ // Character ; The Villager

Job/Occupation: Private investigator (has a small office in Fogatas) Lives in: Fogatas Lives in: Vivir 013

♚ // Character ; The Past

Date of Birth: March 28 Date of Death: Somewhere in 2023 Crime Record: In life he was jailed a few times for doing PI things that weren’t within the lame boundaries of the law.

Has your character attended Insolitus Academy in the past? No Background:

Dying really fucking sucks.

That much was clear to Steve as he laid on the ground and stared at the open sky. Rain was falling on his face as he saw a reaper come to him and asked him to join him- fucking bullshit if you asked Steve.

Guō ‘Steve’ Lixin was a 30-something demon hunter and private investigator. Smoked, drank even did some drugs here and there but had a heart of Gold. He never planned on becoming a private investigator or a demon hunter, but one day he was low on money and saw an internet ad for some mystery job. It said it was dangerous but it paid well.

Turns out it was being the assistant for a PI & DH. His old boss was good to him. When she died on the job Steve inherited everything, including a good amount of enemies and unsolved cases. The world of the supernatural is wild to him, but he was ready to take on any job if people paid him well- and now he died.

On the job of course, some criminal group killed him- shot him right in the chest and his puny human body gave up. Betrayed by his own humanity, what a joke. Steve did not want to die- who does, really? So when the reaper came he just cursed at them some and he assumed he would go down- but instead, he went up. To Heaven.

Turns out drinking, fucking and killing bad people was not a big deal when your soul was in the right hands, or that was what Steve assumed. Maybe there was a clerical error, some misunderstanding between the big G and the people who made reincarnations happen. All Steve knows is that Steve is back and he has wings now, and neat powers and a lot of unanswered questions.

Dying might suck, but coming back to life? Man, that is fucking awesome.

#Child of the light #villager #submission

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fundacaojerichohq · 2 years

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INFORMAÇÕES BÁSICAS

Nome: Jiang Ka-Yee.

Codinome: Maverick.

Aniversário: 15/09/1998

Nacionalidade: Chinês.

Espécie: Humano.

Identidade de gênero e pronomes: Cisgênero masculino (ele/dele).

Moradia: 5º andar.

Ocupação: Apenas caçador.

FC: Jackson Wang (GOT7), idol.

DESENVOLVIMENTO

QUALIDADES

Determinado, confiante, focado.

DEFEITOS

Arrogante, prepotente, impaciente.

HEADCANONS

Maverick nasceu em Xangai, mas foi abandonado logo em seguida, de forma que nunca conheceu seus pais biológicos. Foi inserido em lares adotivos desde então, onde, para todos os efeitos, não foi tratado muito bem. Assim, Maverick cresceu até os quatro anos como uma criança quieta e reclusa pelos maus tratos, ainda que se destacasse no colégio.

A maneira que conheceu seus pais adotivos foi um tanto quanto peculiar. No caminho da escola para casa, Maverick, de quatro anos, foi interceptado por Jiang Wei-Zhong, que confundiu-o com seu sobrinho quando foi buscá-lo na escola. Maverick acabou indo com a mulher, sem entender o que acontecia, e ambos só perceberam a confusão quando os pais de seu sobrinho chegaram em casa e viram uma criança desconhecida almoçando no lugar do filho. Mesmo Wei-Zhong prometendo que levaria Maverick de volta para casa, a criança insistiu que não o fizesse e preferia ficar ali. O impulso necessário para que Wei-Zhong percebesse que algo não estava certo foi quando descobriu que a família responsável por Maverick não tinha notado seu sumiço. Uma semana depois, Maverick nunca mais foi visto pela escola, por sua família cuidadora, e ninguém mais se lembrava de sua existência. Maverick foi adotado por Wei-Zhong e seu marido, que lhe deram um novo nome e um novo lar.

Wei-Zhong não era uma mulher normal. Primeiro, ela era uma feiticeira, vinda de uma longa linhagem de legados de demônio-cobra. Segundo, ela era Chefe da máfia criminosa dominadora do mundo mágico na China. Dessa forma, Maverick foi induzido ao método de choque ainda muito novo para que não sofresse do delirium, já que a máfia era majoritariamente feita de membros híbridos ou monstros, e estava frequentemente presente naquele meio. Seu pai, Kim Min-Ho, enquanto isso, era um lobisomem e atuava como Caçador na Fundação Jericho, beirando ao título de Herói após tantos anos de serviço.

Com o passar dos anos, Maverick escolheu atuar mais na profissão de seu pai do que de sua mãe, e de qualquer forma, Wei-Zhong nunca permitiu que o filho tivesse um posto em sua organização criminosa. Se interessou por alquimia muito cedo, se tornando praticamente uma obsessão, e tal interesse mais tarde veio a ser motivo para sua formação e especialização em Química. Maverick se mostra extremamente interessado em híbridos e na criação de quimeras, sendo este seu maior foco acadêmico atualmente.

ARQUIVO JERICHO

CLASSE E PODERES

Artífice

Alquimia

Criar Homúnculos

Infusão de Magia.

RANKING

Caçador.

ARMA PREFERIDA

Não tem arma preferida.

ATRIBUTOS

FÍSICO

Força: 4

Destreza: 3

Vigor: 3

SOCIAL

Carisma: 2

Aparência: 2

Manipulação: 2

MENTAL

Percepção: 2

Inteligência: 3

Raciocínio: 3

#p: maverick #e: humano #c: artífice #r: caçador #fc: jackson

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drivemetothemoonff · 2 years

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Cap. 1

- Vocês chamam isso de banquete? – uma das servas do palácio precisa se abaixar para que a bandeja contendo um leitão quase inteiro não a atinja em cheio na cabeça.

O animal se espatifa na parede do salão de refeições do palácio enquanto o rei fica de pé visivelmente irritado.

-Me desculpe vossa majestade. – a serva fala fazendo uma reverência profunda. – procuramos o melhor cozinheiro do reino e o leitão mais gordo também, mas com todos os problemas nas plantações e o fim da guerra, as terras de cultivo estão debilitadas e...

-EU NÃO QUERO SABER! – o grito mais uma vez faz com que a serva dê um passo para trás.

-Vossa Majestade, está acontecendo alguma coisa? – o rei vira o rosto para encarar o conselheiro real que lhe encara de maneira firme.

-A comida não está do gosto de vossa majestade. – a serva responde com a voz trêmula.

-Certo, a senhora pode sair agora. – o conselheiro fala encarando a serva com um sorriso no rosto.

-Eu não disse que ela poderia sair.- o rei esbraveja.

-Mas eu disse. Pode sair.

A serva mais corre do que caminha salão afora.

-O que deu em você para me contestar dessa forma na frente de uma serva de cozinha?

-Você está agindo novamente como uma criança mimada. O reino inteiro está passando fome, seus súditos o odeiam e você está dando espetáculos por causa de um leitão?

-Eu sou o rei, eu posso dar espetáculo a respeito do que eu bem entender.

-E eu achando que seu pai tinha sido o rei mais imbecil que essa terra já tinha visto. Coloquei minhas esperanças em você Ka-Yee, mas vejo que essa terra só será governada de forma justa, quando o último Wang falecer.

-Isso é uma ameaça?

-Não seja idiota, se o quisesse morto, teria o feito quando foi confiado a mim por sua mãe em seu leito de morte.

-Ousa me chamar de idiota?

-Ouso e o que fará a respeito? Sabe que esse reino caminha o pouco que caminha por minha causa e não pela tua, a única coisa que você sabe fazer é orgias e bebedeiras com seus amigos, como rei você é um asno! Sabia que uma revolução está sendo montada contra você?

-Acabe com ela! Acabe com os líderes, mande mata-los de um por um e mande colocar suas cabeças na praça para que todos vejam o que acontece com quem ousa se rebelar contra o rei!

-Você acha que eles têm medo de você?

-Onde estão meus assassinos? Onde está o Retaliador?

-O assassino de seu pai? Faz algum tempo em que ninguém escuta falar dele, desde a última batalha contra o império japonês que ele simplesmente desapareceu.

Caminha entre as pessoas, é uma feira, uma espécie de evento, as pessoas naquela vila estão celebrando algo.

Para em uma barraca de rua e compra algo para comer. Enquanto caminha algo chama sua atenção. Em um mural de anúncios ele consegue ler; “Battousai, o Retaliador” Estão procurando pelo retaliador? “Estilo Kamiya Kashin?”

Quem em sã consciência procuraria por alguém como Battousai, o Retaliador?

Continua lendo e percebe que quem o procura é a segurança real. Ele andara cometendo assassinatos ao redor do reino? Mas ele não estava desaparecido há mais ou menos oito anos?

-Você aí! – a voz faz com que ele desvie os olhos do panfleto e encare quem se aproxima, ao virar o rosto dá de cara com uma espada de madeira apontada diretamente para o seu rosto. – o novo decreto proíbe espadas e você tem uma... Você é o Battousai!

-O... O que? – ele pergunta olhando da garota que lhe aponta a espada de madeira para o panfleto falando a respeito do Retaliador.

-Suas ações e seus assassinatos terminam hoje!

Antes que ele possa pensar, é atacado pela espada de madeira. Ele dá um passo para trás tentando desviar da espada.

-Calma aí, espera um segundo! – ele dispara enquanto ainda desvia dos ataques da garota com a espada de madeira. – você está enganada, eu não sou...

E então a espada de madeira o atinge em cheio na cabeça e ele vai de encontro ao chão, resmungando por ter sido atingido e por ter perdido seu espeto de teopokki.

-Ei, não você está enganada. – ele começa enquanto ainda está caído ao chão, os olhos fixos no espeto de teopokki que caíra de sua mão e agora está completamente sujo de terra. – eu sou apenas um andarilho, um espadachim errante.

A garota o encara, olhando-o de cima a baixo e em um movimento delicado, baixa a espada.

Ele fica de pé, limpando as vestes.

-Então por que a espada?

-É uma espada com lamina invertida. – ele fala começando a tirar a espada da bainha, a garota dá um passo para trás. – essa espada tem a lâmina do lado contrário, é o oposto de uma katana comum.

A garota se aproxima e começa a encarar a lâmina.

-Ela não mata...

-Não. – ele fala voltando a embainhar a espada.

Ele baixa os olhos e começa a sacudir a terra das vestes, em um movimento delicado a garota lhe estende um lenço.

-Tome e me desculpe.

-Eu agradeço. – ele fala pegando o lenço da mão dela e voltando a se limpar.

Enquanto se limpa ele caminha de volta ao pôster de procura-se.

-Quem é este homem? – ele pergunta encarando o retrato falado do Retaliador.

-Ele diz ser da minha escola de kendo. Mata pessoas e deixa bilhetes, como nos velhos tempos.

Ao final da frase, a garota lhe faz uma reverência e segue caminho. Ele encara o panfleto mais uma vez e então encara a própria mão... A garota esquecera de pegar o lenço.

Ao entardecer caminha até a praia. Precisa pensar um pouco a respeito das coisas que vem acontecendo em sua vida. Está cansado de ficar com os pais no campo, sabe que deveria fazer algo mais, mas o que?

Após caminhar por algum tempo ele senta na areia encarando o mar, há coisas demais em sua cabeça, problemas demais, nunca esteve tão cansado. Baixa os olhos e encara a areia branca, por que não consegue ser como todos os amigos? Por que sente que está no lugar errado?

Ao erguer os olhos vê algo que tira sua respiração de imediato. É uma garota, mas não uma garota qualquer, é a garota que vira em seus sonhos e ela caminha em sua direção exatamente como ele a vira enquanto dormia, seus passos são firmes, os cabelos estão molhados, colados a suas costas e rosto e ela o encara.

Ele fica de pé, sem conseguir desviar o olhar e caminha na direção dela, quando se aproxima o suficiente para olhar em seus olhos, ela o empurra, derrubando-o ao chão e em um movimento rápido senta-se sobre ele, pega sua adaga e lhe aponta diretamente para o pescoço.

-O que está fazendo? – é tudo o que ele consegue perguntar.

-Você estava me espiando. – o tom de voz dela é agressivo, não combina em nada com seu rosto angelical. - venho aqui exatamente para que não me espionem.

-Eu posso explicar.- ele se defende.

Ela respira fundo e muda a adaga de posição, apontando diretamente para os olhos dele.

-Eu tive um sonho. Talvez uma visão. Vi você saindo do mar.

-Não! – ela fala firme. – não minta pra mim.

-Não estou mentindo.

-Eu sei o que anda acontecendo nessas terras agora e você não tocará em mim!

-Aconteça o que acontecer eu não tenho nada a ver. – ele mais uma vez se defende ao perceber que a lâmina se encontra perto demais. – eu vim pra relaxar e você apareceu.

-Relaxar de que? – ela parece estar começando a quebrar as defesas.

-Pensamentos. Coisas que estão me perturbando. Eu juro, eu não pretendia te espionar, eu nem ao menos sabia que estaria aqui.

Ela respira fundo e o livra de seu peso, ficando de pé rapidamente e caminhando para pegar uma espécie de capa. Ele apenas a acompanha com o olhar antes de ficar de pé.

-O que tanto te perturba, por acaso matou alguém? – a pergunta dela é descontraída.

-Não, nada disso.

Ela enfim o encara, os olhos estão fixos nos dele.

-Há muitos homens que eu gostaria de matar ultimamente. – ela fala enquanto prende a capa ao redor da cintura. – abusadores, saqueadores, o reino está abandonado a sua própria sorte com aquele rei imbecil.

-Sei, meu pai já enfrentou alguns saqueadores que tentaram saquear a nossa vila. – ele fala dando de ombros. – não sei a razão do rei não fazer nada a esse respeito.

-Ele é um imbecil, nem coragem de mostrar a cara ele tem, sempre que aparece em público, aparece com aquela máscara imbecil.

Ela para de repente e o encara. Ele por um momento se perde em seus traços delicados, mas então desvia o olhar para seus olhos e ali vê uma chama arder, os olhos daquela moça não são como nada que ele já tenha visto na vida, eles transmitem coragem, curiosidade, mas acima de tudo o deixam intrigado.

-O sonho que você teve comigo. – ela começa com um pequeno sorriso. – como terminou?

Ele sorri.

-Não consigo me lembrar. – fala antes de voltar a caminhar.

JACKSON!

O grito faz com que ele desvie o olhar para encarar a colina em sua frente, não pode ser possível, é Jinyoung.

-É o meu amigo, eu pensei que o havia despistado. – ele começa simplesmente e depois a encara. – eu preciso ir, me desculpe.

Ele dá um passo para longe dela e então volta para encará-la mais uma vez.

-Meu nome é Jackson.

-Boa sorte Jackson. – é o que ela responde.

-Eu não sei o seu nome.

-Não. – ela responde. – você não sabe.

E com um pequeno sorriso ela lhe dá as costas e segue caminho.

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teamwangph · 7 months

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Jackson Wang during #Wonderland photoshoot

#jackson wang #wang jia er #jacksonwang852g7 #wang ka yee #got7 jackson #team wang #jackson #wang jiaer #got7 #igot7 #wonderland

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beomie-rabbit · 11 months

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I am the HAPPIEST PERSON in the world right now🥹🥰🧡🩷

I will live here forever, never moving on

Credits: Mint Magazine Thailand on Twitter, gifs made by me -A🐰💜

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highwaytoheaven · 3 years

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Jackson Wang - rapper, dancer, singer, fashion designer, CEO of TEAM WANG, but most importantly certified WayV fanboy

#jackson wang #wong lucas #malegroupsnet #idolsincedits #wang ka yee #got7 #got7 jackson #nct #wayv #jackson wang gifs #lucas gifs #got7 gifs #nct gifs #wayv gifs #running man #keep running #h2h gifs

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dollystuartwrites · 2 years

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Not Holding Back - Chapter 08

Pairing: Boss!JacksonWang x f!PersonalAssistant!reader

Genre: fluff, smut, obsessive behavior, Jackson-is-a-fashion-designerAU

Wordcount: 1790

Chapters: [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8] - [9] - [10] - [11] - [12] - [13] - [?] MASTERLIST

Warnings: Swearing, degradation, sir kink, namecalling, masturbation, obsessive!Jackson, dirty talk, corruption kink?, praising, sexual fantasies, fingering, posessive!Jackson, grinding/humping by both parties, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, use of sex toys, lots of teasing, orgasm denial, breeding/impreg kink?, WILL ADD MORE AS STORY ADVANCES, PLEASE LMK IF I MISSED ANY

It was easy talking to Jay B. Maybe because you were simply used to the constant anxiety you usually felt around Jackson, or maybe because you drank a lot.

You weren't usually a drinker, but the cocktails were sweet and went down like water.

Barely an hour had passed when that familiar dizzy feeling crept up on you. You ignored it, however, just like you had with the feeling of being stared at, and tried your best to focus on Jay B, hoping he wouldn't notice.

But someone did notice.

At the other side of the bar, half hidden behind a large plant, Jackson was staring at you intently.

That night he had simply decided to go out for a few drinks, feeling like he really needed to get his mind off of things.

But no sooner had he chugged down his first glass of whisky and ordered a second when he saw the door opening and closing. It had been Jay B.

Not feeling like talking to any of his employees, he had hidden behind the plant, hoping he wouldn't be spotted. He would just drink his second drink and try to sneak out to find some other place where he could drink in peace.

But then you came in and his thoughts of leaving disappeared like snow before the sun.

He grasped his glass tightly, knuckles whitening with force as he looked at how you chatted happily with Jay B.

Never before had he felt so jealous.

What was wrong with him?

He wanted to go over to the two of you. Wanted to say something funny or interesting. Wanted to grab you by the hand and take you home with him...

But instead, he just sat there, frozen to the spot, half hidden behind a plant and staring at you like some creep.

He could see how you became more talkative with every drink. How your eyes started to flutter more and your smiles became wider.

He couldn't stand the fact that you were alone with Jay B. Although the two of them had worked together and had been friends for years, Jackson couldn't help but feel angry at him. How could Jay B let you drink like that? Couldn't he see you were getting drunk? Why wasn't he stopping you?

Suddenly you got up. Instantly Jackson was on high alert. He followed you with his eyes as you made your way to the toilets. Quickly Jackson got up as well and followed you.

xxx

Everything was very hazy.

You tried to blink hard to get a sharp image, but it didn't work.

Ugh, why had you been drinking so much tonight? You knew you had a low tolerance, especially since you hadn't gone out in quite a while.

You wanted to kick yourself.

Even going to the toilet was hard, and when you went to wash your hands, the alcohol had fully kicked in. Everything was turning and you could hardly walk a straight line to the exit.

You peered over at the spot where you and Jay B had been sitting, but he was gone. Confused and dazed you looked around the bar until you finally found him at the entrance talking to another one of your colleagues. Apparently, they had finally arrived. You made your way over to them.

Suddenly, something massive bumped into you. You looked up in a daze. A very large man with a beard and an angry face looked down at you.

'Hey!' you said annoyed as he blocked your way.

'Excuse me?' the rough-looking stranger said angrily.

'Yes, excuse you, now let me pass,' you responded irritated, putting your hands forwards to give the man a push so you could move him aside.

The man didn't move however and one of his arms raised up.

Suddenly something grabbed you by the arm and pulled you aside.

'My apologies sir, my wife had been drinking too much. Please excuse her behavior,' a familiar voice spoke.

'I wasn't-,' you began but you felt a squeeze in your arm and the minuscule part of you that still had some sense knew you had to shut up now.

'Whatever,' the rough man growled, before turning around and walking away.

You looked beside you, to the person who had spoken.

An incredibly familiar face looked at you. His perfect dark straight brows were furrowed as his black almond eyes looked at you in worry.

You had never seen his soft-looking lips so close up in real life.

'Are you okay?' his soft husky voice whispered.

You nodded slowly, staring at the one before you.

'You're very drunk, let me take you home,' his voice said. Although it wasn't a question, you nodded again.

A strong warm arm wrapped itself tightly around your waist and guided you towards the exit.

You couldn't keep your eyes off of him. Everything felt like a dream and you were trying your best to take in every hazy detail of his perfect skin.

'Jackson? What are you..?' you heard Jay B say in surprise.

'She's drunk, I'm taking her home,' Jackson said with a dark voice. Without waiting for any response, he guided you outside.

It was cold and you shivered. Instantly Jackson pulled you in closer.

'Almost there,' he whispered softly in your ear. His hot breath tickled your neck.

You heard beeping and a door opening. With one sudden quick movement, Jackson swept you off of your feet princess style and you yelped in surprise before he softly brought you down to the seat of his car.

This had to be a dream. Surely it was a dream.

You blinked a few times and suddenly Jackson was sitting next to you in the driver's seat.

'What's your address?' he asked softly.

'Hmm?' you hummed, trying to remember but your memory failing you.

'Nevermind, I'll look it up on your CV,' you heard Jackson say. You had no idea what he meant.

You blinked a few times again.

Suddenly the door opened again and you felt strong arms wrapping around you.

The scent of warmth and clean clothes and something completely unique filled your nose. It was the best thing you had ever smelled in your life.

Without thinking, you wrapped your arms around him and buried your face in his neck.

'Jackson,' you murmured the name of the dream you were having.

'We're here baby,' his husky voice said. You hummed dissatisfied, not wanting to let go of this dream just yet.

You felt something tugging on the bag that was hanging over your shoulder.

'No, no stealing,' you tried to protest.

Keys rattled.

A door opened.

'You gotta let go of me now baby,' his low voice whispered in your ear. You pouted and growled in protest but did as you were told.

Very slowly you were put down on something soft.

'Let me get you some water,' the dream voice spoke. You blinked a few times against the light and saw a dark figure walking over to your kitchen.

You kept blinking. The place around you was familiar.

You turned your head to see and vaguely recognized that this was your apartment.

A sudden lurch in your belly made you gag, and you jumped up.

TOILET NOW

You ran to the bathroom as fast as you could, bending over double and pouring your innards out into the toilet.

It felt like it took hours.

Only when you felt like you had puked yourself completely dry, you dared to sit up again. Your vision was still a bit blurry, but that was mostly because of the tears in your eyes. Your brain still felt slightly foggy but your mind seemed to have sobered up almost completely.

Careful not to move too much, you got up and walked over to the sink. By some miracle, your makeup was still mostly intact. You opened the tab and rinsed your mouth a few times, topping it off with some mouthwash.

Feeling like absolute shit you excited the bathroom.

'Feeling better now?' a voice spoke.

You jumped startled and looked over at the sound of the voice.

There, standing at your desk was your boss. And it wasn't one of the many posters that were hanging around your tiny apartment. It was the real deal.

Jackson looked at you with a smug smile, a glass of water standing on your desk, and a horrifyingly familiar diary in his hands.

Both your brain and your body stopped working completely.

'Nice place you have,' Jackson said with a grin, looking around slowly, analyzing each and every poster of himself that was hanging up.

You couldn't react.

'I'm sorry for snooping around like this, I don't usually do, but when I saw this little notebook on your desk, I simply couldn't help myself,' Jackson said still grinning.

Your mind was blank.

'You're quite the poet,' he said, putting it back on your desk. His face had a dark grin you had never seen before.

You were frozen to the ground.

Slowly Jackson made his way over to you. Every step seemed to echo in the silent room.

His black eyes inched closer to you with every second and finally, your body seemed to remember it had legs.

As Jackson crept up on you, you backed away, until the back of your head hit something hard.

The wall. Trapped.

But Jackson didn't stop, getting nearer and nearer until his feet were next to yours.

He towered over you, placing his hands on either side of your head, pinning you against the wall.

There was nowhere to run.

His black eyes bore into yours. The sly smile on his face made the hairs on your neck stand up straight.

'So you love me huh?' he whispered. A shudder went through you, but you couldn't look away.

'You want me?' he repeated, his face coming even closer now. He put his mouth closer to yours. Lips almost touching.

'You wanna kiss me?' he mumbled the words into your mouth, lips brushing yours. It felt like electricity was burning through you. An involuntary whimper left your mouth.

Jackson pulled back a little, his lips moving to your neck.

'You want me to fuck you?' he whispered, his lips stroking your neck. He moved up towards the shell of your ear. You let out an unintentional gasp. Jackson chuckled low.

'And you'd even do anything so that I'd pump you full of my cum, knocking you up with my babies,' he quoted the particularly horny and desperate passage from your old diary. Your breath staggered.

If only god would strike you down now.

You could feel Jackson kiss the soft spot underneath your ear for a moment and once more a soft moan left your lips.

Both your legs and brain turned into putty.

'Well, then,' his breath came hot into your ear, 'I'm looking forwards to seeing what this naughty and dirty girl will do for me.'

You closed your eyes.

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