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The Busiest Night Manager in Seoul - Part 2

Part of the Crimson Aurora Hotel & Spa collaboration

Genre: Hotel AU, eventual smut.

Pairing: Night Manager Baekhyun x Hotel Guest Reader, Head of Security Lee Jihoon x Hotel Guest Reader

Word Count: 10,230

Warnings: More terrible Christmas themed innuendo, roleplay if you squint, effects of drink spiking, lots of sexual tension, alcohol use, smut.

A/N: Remember last time when I said I was breaking the fic up so that I didn't drop a 15k monster on you? Well my finger slipped and now you get 10k. There is still Part 3 to come! Whoops! I hope you enjoy this.

The downside of the plan you’d formulated was the complete obliteration of your normal sleep schedule. Messing with the night manager kind of relied on you being awake… at night. The more days that passed, the later you stayed up. You knew you were in for a hell of an adjustment back to reality once the end of the week came and you had to return home, but for now, you were free to make poor decisions in regards to your sleep.

You’d frequented the bar, making note of how there were actually a few staff members around until midnight. After that, it was just Baekhyun and his many disguises. It confused you how you seemed to be the only person who noticed that the man at the front desk, the bar, the piano, room service and waiting tables were all the same person. To you it was blindingly obvious but he did it with such speed and charm that if you weren’t noticing him, then maybe you’d never pick up on the ruse. The real question was why were there no other staff? Why was he all alone during such an incredibly busy time of year? Wasn’t this hotel meant to be swanky?

Your phone chimed, notifying you that it was almost 10pm which meant that his shift would be starting soon. You weren’t sure what game you were playing at but you felt a pull to him and you hadn’t noticed him flirting with anyone else. So, on your third night at the hotel, you decided to test the waters. You were going to stay up late and see if you couldn’t get him to talk. Also, you needed to make another guess about his favourite ornament. Last night you’d left a napkin at the front desk with your guess on it, figuring he’d know what you meant. When you woke up this morning there was a reply waiting for you at the front desk which simply said guess again.

It was Christmas in July Eve, if that was even a thing, which meant that the hotel was busy. You stood in front of the tree in the lobby and stared at the ornaments as guests and staff rushed past you. You had three more nights to guess the correct ornament and more than the promise of free drinks, you just wanted to get the right answer. You didn’t think it would be one of the baubles. It had to be one of the odd ornaments, the kind that were only classified as a Christmas decoration because they had a Santa hat on or something trivial like that. You moved closer, slowly making your way around the tree.

“You’re getting warmer.” His playful voice sounded from behind you.

You smiled as you heard him speak. Something about his voice was so warm and inviting. You still hadn’t shaken the feeling that you knew him from somewhere. You were pretty sure you’d remember that face if you’d seen it before but you had this strange sense of deja vu every time you laid eyes on him. Not wanting to appear too happy to see him lest you give up your ruse, you placed your hands on your hips and huffed as you turned to face him. “I don’t recall asking for any hints.”

He chuckled softly at your response. “Good evening to you too.” He glanced at the tree, scanning it to make sure his favourite ornament was indeed still there. “How was your day?”

You hummed as you followed the spots of the tree where his gaze had lingered, making note of the ornaments in those areas, hoping he wasn’t successfully tricking you. “Tedious if I’m honest.” You replied.

He frowned slightly. “Why so? Aren’t you on holiday?”

“I am, but it was a reward from work so it included a one day conference, which was today. Let’s just say I’m not sure this trip was a reward anymore. I think it was a punishment with a 2 day buffer on either side to soften the blow.” You were complaining. About your all expenses free trip because for six hours of your day you’d been stuck in a conference with people who were passionate about selling insurance, and all of the ways to convince clients to sign up for extras. You hated it. You sold their insurance, yes, but you sold it when you were approached by clients. You never tried to give them more than what they needed. You really didn’t believe in ripping people off and in your town, this had resulted in everyone coming to you for their insurance needs because they knew you weren’t going to do exactly what every person in today’s conference was trying to do.

Baekhyun sucked in a breath. “That bad huh?” You nodded, a small pout forming on your face. “What do you do for work?” He asked.

You sighed. You hated the look you got whenever you told someone you were an insurance salesperson. It was always as though you’d just ruined a perfectly good interaction. “I work for an insurance company as a salesperson.” You replied.

“I used to work for a bank.” He replied, a small grin ghosting his features. “You can look less scared of me judging you harshly now.” He chuckled. “Business meetings are rarely enjoyable. There’s always those corporate lapdogs who descend upon us mere mortals to instruct you on how to make more money for the company at the expense of the little guy.”

“Exactly!” You said a little too loudly. The echo of your voice startled you which only made Baekhyun laugh. “I’m not that by the way, I just work in a small town and because I don’t follow what the higher ups try to push on us, I have more sales. Go figure.”

“I’m glad you aren’t a slimy sales rep, I’d have to stop speaking to you if you were.” He grinned. Before you could reply to that jab he once again glanced at the tree. “Have you got a guess for me? I’ll be run off my feet once the staff who are kindly working overtime go home so it’s probably best if you guess now.”

“Tell me one thing.” You started.

“I thought you didn’t want hints.” He smirked.

“I never said that. I just hadn’t asked until now.” He shook his head as he laughed. “Is the ornament somewhere I can see it? Like it’s not up near the top of the tree or anything like that is it?” You asked.

He shook his head. “No, it’s somewhere where I can easily spot it every day.”

You pondered his words as you took one more lap around the tree. You were conscious of the fact that Baekhyun was following you as you walked. You stopped in front of an ornament you’d spotted the previous night. It was at the front of the tree so it was visible from most of the lobby area as well as if you were to walk past the tree. It was cute, and only just Christmassy enough to be acceptable as an ornament. “This one.” You said as you pointed at the small corgi who was holding a snow globe in its mouth. The small figure had a wrapped gift and a candy cane next to it but the focus was the expressive corgi.

Baekhyun stood right behind you, just far enough back that it could be passed off as professional and that he was simply explaining an ornament to you but you could feel the space between your two bodies. You just knew that if you took one step backwards you’d bump into his chest. You face heated up at the closeness and you were glad he couldn’t see the effect he was currently having on you. There was just something about this man. “Ah Mongryong, that adorable rascal. His happy little face just makes my day.” His voice was low as he spoke, still cheerful but only loud enough for you to hear. “One drink voucher coming right up.” You knew the exact moment he stepped away from you, the closeness of him vanishing, and you released a breath that you hadn’t realised you’d been holding in.

It didn’t take long for Baekhyun to return with your drink voucher. You could see staff members beginning to dissipate and head home for the night which meant your time with Baekhyun was probably over for the night. You’d still see him and talk to him, you were sure of that, but he’d refuse to admit it was him as he played his various roles. “It’s a pity.” You said as he handed you the voucher.

He tilted his head in question. “What’s a pity?”

You sighed dramatically. “It’s a pity that you have to work. I’d ask you to have a drink with me otherwise.” You smirked. “I hear your bartender makes an excellent cocktail.”

He stared at you, as though he wasn’t quite sure how to respond. “That is a pity, truth be told. However, I’m sure our resident bartender Taemin will keep you company. His specialty is a Love Me Right.”

“I’ve never heard of that one before.” You replied.

He shrugged. “Well this is a classy establishment so we had to change the name.”

“What was it before?” You asked.

A knowing smirk appeared on his face. “Something far more explicit.”

“Are you going to tell me or am I going to have to deduce it myself?”

Baekhyun moved closer to you, a move that to you felt like it was in slow motion. He was so close to you, you could smell his cologne, could feel the heat radiating between your two bodies. You were just two people standing close together to an outsiders gaze but in your small sexual tension filled bubble there was a whole lot more going on. Surely he could feel this electric pulse that moved between the two of you. Surely that wasn’t just you. His tongue darted out to wet his lower lip as he leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Lick her Right.”

Then he was gone. Whisked away to perform his job. You just stood there in front of the tree and tried to collect your thoughts from the depths of sin that they had rapidly descended to. You didn’t go directly to the bar. That felt desperate after what had just conspired between you and Baekhyun. Especially since you both knew that he was the bartender in question.

Instead you took a walk around the grounds to cool your head. The hotel was thoroughly decorated and you kept hearing parents telling their children that Santa might even make an appearance. Your thoughts drifted back to the Night Manager. You planned to spend time away from your room tonight but you also didn’t want him to think that he was the sole reason for you being out of your room at this hour (even if that was mostly the truth of the matter. Apparently you were that person now). He intrigued you. You enjoyed the albeit short conversations you’d had with him, the flirting was fun, plus it didn’t hurt that he was very, very attractive. And now all you could think of was that damn drink and its double meaning.

***

You were watching Baekhyun Chanyeol play piano as renowned jazz singer Zhang Yixing performed an impromptu set, a mixture of his songs and Christmas carols. The singer was surprised when the pianist had announced that he had agreed to do a small set for the very special occasion that was Christmas in July. The woman he was seated with had an expression on her face of confusion and annoyance. Though once Yixing began to sing her face lost any negative emotions and pure unfiltered adoration replaced it.

You were surprised at how adept at piano Baekhyun was and how well his playing, and occasional vocal harmonies, complemented Yixing’s voice. Between the two of them they held the room in the palms of their hands. It was as though they had cast a spell on their audience as all noise ceased to exist outside of the music being performed. Even children stopped to sit in silence as they were bewitched by the two men on the small stage. Baekhyun Chanyeol had donned a black velvet jacket with tails and white gloves, completing the look with a santa hat to hide most of his hair. No one seemed to notice that the bar was left unattended for the twenty minutes that they played.

Applause broke out the moment they concluded their set, Baekhyun Chanyeol bowing then quietly disappearing while the crowd praised Yixing’s voice and thanked him for the very intimate performance. By the time you turned your attention from the scene in front of you, Baekhyun Taemin was back at the bar chatting about whiskeys with a couple of men. He was fast on his feet, you had to give him that.

So far you’d seen Baekhyun fulfil three roles, night manager, bartender and pianist. How many more could he possibly manage?

***

“How long have you been a bartender?” You asked.

“Hmm” He pondered, mentally calculating the years in his mind. “About 5 years I think.”

You wondered if anything Baekhyun Taemin said was true or if it was all made up for this character. It was feasible that he had worked as a bartender before, that much was easy enough to deduce just from watching him work. He had an easy smile and effortless way of making anyone who walked up to the bar calm. He could pull off the flourishes that you’d only seen cocktail bartenders in movies do. He gave the guest in front of him his full attention, smiling warmly once he finished their order. You were enamoured.

“What is your best cocktail?” You asked.

He chuckled as he cleaned a glass, putting it away before repeating the action with the next one. “Define best. Best looking, best tasting, best at getting you blackout drunk? So many options.”

You smiled. “You’re the bartender, how about the best cocktail for me?” His fingers tapped the counter as he stared at you, assessing you.

“For you. Ah but what if you judge me harshly off what I select for you? How could I live with myself?” He said dramatically.

“I’ve been at this bar a few nights in a row now.” You said as you swirled your straw through the last remnants of your drink. “You know my taste in drinks by now and you’d also have some idea of me as a person unless you are the worst bartender in history.”

He stared at you for a few more moments, his eyes laser focused on you. Then without uttering a word he began to mix a drink. You couldn’t work out what he was making, it wasn’t too intricate but he made sure to conceal the ingredients from you. The only thing you were certain of was that there were apples in it because you saw him put the fruit through the juicer.

To your surprise he placed two drinks in front of you. One was in a short glass, a cloudy green colour with something coating the rim of the glass. The other was in a hurricane glass and was a mixture of white and pink colours with two cherries as a garnish. “Are both of these for me?” You asked.

He nodded. “I think they represent you well. At least, the parts of you that I’ve gotten to know this week.” He slid the green drink towards you. “This is an Apple Pie. It’s tequila mixed with fresh apple juice with a small amount of cinnamon dusting the rim of the glass. It barely tastes like alcohol but it is potent. It’s an intriguing drink that makes you come back for more because it’s sweet like a dessert but a little tart as well. It’s easy to have until it hits you like a truck. It’s subtle and gets under your skin.” You hung off every word, even when some of those words could be misconstrued as insults. You lifted the glass to your lips and took a sip. The cinnamon and apple complemented each other so well that you never even tasted the tequila. It was delectable, you couldn’t fault him on that. Not too sweet, but not too sour either. A perfect balance.

He slid the second drink towards you. “This is a Pickled Tink. It's an odd concoction of raspberry vodka, pina colada and strawberries. It is sweet, unsuspecting, creamy, and gives the feeling of escapism. It looks relatively easy to read but there’s an underlying alluring quality about it.” The coy yet suggestive smile on his face made you feel like you were blushing as he described the drink. You took a sip through the straw and were gobsmacked. You were expecting more of a pineapple taste due to the pina colada mix but it was like drinking strawberries and cream with a little kick at the end to remind you that there was indeed vodka in it. Both of the drinks he’d made were ones you were adding to your list of cocktails that you absolutely loved. You weren’t really focused on how well they represented you but more how well they fit your taste. If you focused too heavily on his descriptions of the cocktails then you’d have to process the fact that he alluded to you being under his skin, alluring, intriguing as well as unsubtle, a tart and potent. Those were descriptors to unpack another night.

“They are both wonderful and dangerously easy to drink.” He laughed at you as you took another sip of each.

“I don’t recommend mixing them unless you want to be sick so I’d just pick one and stick with it.” He glanced down the bar as guests approached. “I’ll return shortly to see which drink is the victor.” You watched as he chatted with guests, flirting playfully with some of the women which kept them at the bar spending money. He brushed off their advances with ease, not hurting their feelings but ensuring that they were aware that whatever it was that they were hoping would happen, it would not be. The rejection was so smooth that they kept returning for the banter. He had this knack for making a person feel heard and seen. You couldn’t blame them for trying. Baekhyun Taemin was incredibly attractive. He fell somewhere between boy next door handsome and bad boy you know you shouldn’t get involved with even if you knew the sex would be worth it handsome and that was a deadly mix. The silver hair and eyeliner didn’t hurt either. For a fleeting moment you wondered what the real Taemin was like. That train of thought was interrupted by someone approaching you.

***

“Ma’am are you ok?” A stern but concerned voice sounded above you.

Your response was immediate. “I’m fine. Please don’t call me ma’am either.”

He sighed. “Ok then random lady who can’t get up off the floor, are you sure you’re fine?”

You were on the floor? Why were you on the floor and why was said floor concrete? Rather than attempting to focus on your surroundings you instead took umbrage with how he referred to you. “Random lady?”

He replied in a tone that suggested he was growing tired of the discussion about how to address you. Like that wasn’t the important thing to be focusing on. “I don’t know your name, hence the use of ma’am earlier.”

Well fair, the stranger had a point. You tried to stand but your ankle screamed in pain as soon as you put pressure on it. What had you done? The last thing you remembered was sitting at the bar in the hotel. You hadn’t even had that many drinks. “You’re not fine.” He said matter of factly. “Let me help.”

Strong arms helped you up to a standing position, he placed your arm over his shoulder as he supported your weight easily. It dawned on you at that moment that this man was a stranger and that you should probably be a bit more concerned about the fact that you were outside in a poorly lit area with a strange man who was easily stronger than you. “Who are you?” You asked, struggling to remain focused on anything other than the feeling of pain radiating from your ankle and the fuzz coating your brain.

“I figured the uniform would have given it away but I forgot how many drinks you’d had.” He saw the look of fear and confusion on your face and quickly corrected himself. “I’m Jihoon. I work security for the hotel.” He used his free arm to hold up his ID badge. “I was scanning the cameras, doing my job to keep an eye out for anyone in trouble or anyone who looked like they were going to cause trouble when I spotted you at the bar.” He stated.

“How flattering yet still creepy Jihoon.” You mumbled.

He scoffed. “Well not you, more I watched you because you were the perfect mark. Alone and easily distracted, not a smart mix on a busy night where everyone is absorbed in their own festivities. I kept an eye on you and sure enough I caught what you missed.”

“What did I miss?” This was probably important. You should probably pay attention to this. But your brain was tired of dealing with everything. So you leaned into Jihoon’s side, your mind drifting to the feeling of his body next to yours.

He repositioned himself to adjust to supporting more of your weight. You weren’t heavy but the weight was unbalanced. His tone became softer as he spoke. “The guy who approached you, who seemed less than willing to leave. Used lots of hand gestures to distract you from the fact that he slipped something into your drink. It’s not about you, it is my job to ensure the safety of our guests and correct me if I’m wrong but having your drink spiked generally compromises one's safety.”

You gripped his shirt as the realisation came crashing down on you, the fog over your brain alleviated for a moment. “What, I’ve been drugged?!”

“Yes, I don’t know what he laced your drink with though.” He started to slowly help you walk back towards the lobby of the hotel. “I had another member of my team watch the cameras while I went to deal with the person who sees no problem with spiking drinks - he is in police custody now by the way. Then I came to find you.”

The shock of what could have happened to you started to set in and you started to cry. Jihoon stopped to try and comfort you, rubbing your shoulder softly. “Hey, no, you’re ok. Let me get you back to your room and I’ll have someone come and check on you.” You were too lost in your thoughts to really hear him. You remembered a guy approaching you at the bar, offering to buy you a drink but you’d politely refused. He’d seemed fine with that and only stuck around for a few minutes of conversation. He did have a habit of talking expressively with his hands but you’d been distracted. You’d half listened to him and half watched Baekhyun Taemin as he kept glancing over at you to make sure you were ok. Then the next memory is when Jihoon found you. You were injured, had the man done anything to you? What if he had? The fear of how vulnerable you were was overtaking you. Jihoon shook you to bring you back out of your thoughts. “Hey, don’t do that.”

“What?” You choked out.

“Fall deep into the realm of what ifs. Let me tell you this much, you were drugged but we got to him before anything happened to you. I know the thoughts will play on your mind about what would have happened if we didn’t but I can assure you that I’m exceptional at my job and my team were hand picked by me. We do not miss. Your ankle is injured because when that creep tried to tell me that you were his girlfriend and I didn’t believe him, he let go of you and you fell. He let go of you to try and fight me,” Jihoon smirked. “But he underestimated my skills. He’s got a cracked rib and a broken nose but he brought that on himself.” He pulled out a small packet of tissues and handed them to you. “I cannot apologise enough for the fact that that piece of shit was even inside of this hotel.” You were in no state to chat, quietly wiping your tears and taking deep breaths to calm yourself. Your body moved on autopilot as Jihoon guided you through the lobby and to the elevators.

Jihoon got you back to your room and onto your bed before he radioed down to the front desk to request a doctor to assess your injuries as well as the effects of the drink spiking. “The doctor will be up soon. I also ordered some room service for you, courtesy of the hotel of course, but food can only help as far as I’m concerned. Do you want me to stay with you until they arrive?”

You shook your head. You’d calmed down considerably once reaching the safety of your room. You were doing your best to not dwell on the terrifying possibilities that could have taken place this evening if it weren’t for Jihoon and his team. “I’m very grateful for all that you’ve done for me Jihoon but I think I need a few minutes to myself to process.”

He nodded and gestured at your ankle. “Just doing my job but you are welcome all the same. I’ll let room service know to knock then enter with your food and I’ll have the front desk escort the doctor to your room so they can let them in.”

***

Baekhyun POV

He struggled to remain calm when he got the call from Jihoon. His only reassurance was the knowledge that the head of security would not have let that creep go unscathed before handing him over to the authorities. Baekhyun had enquired about your injuries, feeling guilt over the fact that he’d failed at watching over you at the bar tonight. He’d seen the man approach you and talk to you but his attention was torn between watching you and serving the other guests. He’d missed the vital moment where your drink had been tampered with and the subsequent moments where you’d been removed from the bar by the man.

He called the GP service that the hotel used and spoke with a medical professional. They were swamped with all kinds of holiday mayhem and wouldn’t be able to get to the hotel for hours. Baekhyun had asked if he could do anything. The doctor on the other end of the line told him how to check your ankle and determine if it was just a sprain or if you’d broken a bone. She also gave him an incredibly fast run down on signs to look out for with drink spiking, and at what point he needed to call them back with a list of symptoms. Most likely you were going to be lethargic, fuzzy and compliant, but he was to keep you awake until you became clear headed.

He took his notes and grabbed a first aid kit from his desk. Jihoon had said that you were upset but that keeping you calm was important as well as distracting you from thinking about what could have happened. With that in mind Baekhyun decided to don a white doctors coat, which was just a white coat from the kitchen staff but it looked close enough to the real thing, and a stethoscope, hoping to make you feel so ridiculous that you forgot about earlier in the night.

He’d been enjoying the night, with you playing along every time you spotted him. Like you were in on his little secret but you weren’t going to tell anyone. He was lucky that Van hadn’t killed him when he stole her date and got him to perform, Yixing was too nice to say no to something like that but the daggers that Van shot his way were the opposite of kind. It was a good thing she was utterly smitten with Yixing because she seemed to forget about Baekhyun as soon as Yixing started to sing.

The night had been insanely busy, as he knew it would be, but he’d found time to chat with you. He wanted more than just fleeting moments with you. He wanted to be able to talk to you without knowing that he’d have to leave if a guest appeared. He was enamoured by you which is why it pained him to know that something unspeakable almost happened right under his nose. He was now determined to make it up to you.

***

Your POV

Even though there was a knock at the door you still jumped slightly. Your mind was cloudy and it was difficult to keep focused on any one thing for more than a few moments. You were hesitant to call out for the person on the other side of the door to come in but then you remembered that they had to have a key to get in. “I’m going to open the door now.” The muffled voice said. It was familiar in a way that put you at ease.

“Okay.” You responded meekly.

Unfamiliar fear spiked as the door began to open. What if this person was untrustworthy? As far as you were aware there were no cameras in the rooms so how would Jihoon or any of his team be able to help you? You were supposed to be safe but what if you weren’t?

Then Baekhyun spoke.

His soft voice broke through your terror filled thoughts. You took a moment to look at him. He wasn’t in his night manager uniform. For some utterly baffling reason he was dressed as a doctor, and was holding a tray with a cloche covering whatever he was holding. You were pretty damn sure that he wasn’t a doctor and that you were in need of a real life medical professional, one with a degree and memories of their residency. “Um, Baekhyun, what are you doing?”

He looked at you, worry etched on his face. It eased slightly after his eyes roamed your form and found you still in one piece. They lingered on your ankle. It was covered with an ice filled hand towel to reduce the swelling. You waited but he just kept looking. “Uh, Baekhyun?”

Your voice finally reached him and he shifted on his feet. “I brought fries because Jihoon said you should eat.” He set the tray down on the edge of the bed and removed the cloche, the smell of warm fries filling the room, causing your stomach to rumble. “Please have some.” He said quietly.

You pulled the tray closer to you and grabbed a fry. “Thank you, but the fries, whilst very much appreciated, don’t answer my question.” You knew your head was fuzzy but you were certain that he was wearing a doctor's coat. Why?

“Oh right. Uh, well I rang for a doctor like Jihoon requested but they are swamped because of Christmas in July, go figure, so the very helpful doctor I spoke with told me what to look for so that I can assess you to see if you just need rest or if you need medical attention.” He replied.

“Again, that does not explain why you are dressed as a doctor.” You stated in between mouthfuls of fries. “These are excellent by the way.”

“I guess I kind of wanted to lighten the mood.” He sighed. “I’m only admitting this once, but you have been correct that I’ve been pretending to be different members of staff at night, going by different names and personas. I’m waiting for my boss to finish hiring more staff and I didn’t want it to look like the hotel was lacking. Until you, no one noticed. So I guess I thought that doing the same thing now might help keep you calm and comfortable? You’ve played along perfectly so far. I don’t know about you, but I’ve really enjoyed it.” His hands toyed with the stethoscope as he spoke, the only sign of his nerves.

“Oh so you mean to tell me that I haven’t been enjoying the company of Taemin or Chanyeol?” You said lightly. “You mean to tell me that I was right when I said you were everywhere?”

“If I was everywhere this wouldn’t have happened to you.”

“It’s your fault as much as it is mine, which is to say that neither of us is at fault.” The food was helping you keep focus. “Jihoon told me that guy watched and waited for his moment. If it wasn’t me, he would have targeted someone else.” That didn’t appear to make him feel any better. “I mean, it’s why you have Jihoon and his team right? It’s their job to see what everyone else might miss. And they didn’t miss. I’m a bit shaken up and will be a bit traumatised but I’m ok.”

“It must have been scary though.” He mumbled.

You paused your eating and looked at him. His guilt was eating at him, his posture making him appear small and defeated. You didn’t want to think about it because you knew that would spiral you back into terror. You wanted to sit and eat fries with Baekhyun, even let him pretend to be an actual doctor if need be. “Honestly I don’t have any memory. One minute I was at the bar, the next Jihoon was helping me up off the floor. I’m trying not to let my thoughts drift into what might have happened if Jihoon’s team hadn’t been there. He told me not to dwell on it either, that it would do me no good and only slow the process of moving forward. That all it did was give the creep power over me. He said it would be a very different situation if something had happened to me but since it didn’t, not giving that person the time of day in my mind was the best outcome I could aim for.”

He said nothing in response.

“Eat a fry.”

“What?” He asked.

“Eat a fry.” You repeated. “Eat a fry, and do what the nice phone doctor told you to.”

“Okay.” He said as he took some off the plate and ate. Fries were a magical food, you decided. They had kept you relatively coherent throughout this albeit brief conversation. You kind of hoped Baekhyun was ready to take over and do most of the talking because you were tired of concentrating on your words. Listening still wasn’t the easiest talk in your current state but it was far easier to do than to form consistently coherent sentences. “By the way, it’s Dr. Byun.”

You giggled. Actually giggled at the title he had given himself. It was one thing to assume multiple roles whilst working but in the confines of your room, Baekhyun trying to be a doctor was funny to you. He ignored your reaction as he moved to sit next to you.

“I’ll need to check your vitals first.” He placed the small first aid kit on the bed next to him and opened it. He quickly checked the contents and then returned his attention to you. He used his first and second fingertips to press gently against your throat as he checked your pulse.

“I think it’s obvious that I’m alive, Baekhyun.” You deadpanned.

He didn’t remove his fingers as he watched the seconds go by on his watch. “Dr Byun.” He corrected. Once a minute had passed and he was satisfied with your pulse he pulled out a small device and held it to your forehead. After a few seconds it beeped and he made a note in his phone of the reading.

“What was that for?” You asked.

He glanced up from his phone to reply. “Checking your temperature.” He put the earpieces of the stethoscope in his ears and gestured for you to sit up. “Now I need to check your breathing. If you could sit up for me.” He held the chest piece in his palm to try and warm it before placing it just above your collarbone. “Now take a deep breath in and slowly exhale for me. Keep doing that until I tell you to stop.” He moved the stethoscope to the same spot on the other side of your body, then moved closer to your sternum, pausing once he realised that he’d have to place the stethoscope on the swell of your breast. “Here, hold this,” He handed you the end of the instrument and tapped a spot just to the right of your sternum. “Hold it there.” You placed it in the spot he asked and took a deep breath, moving it to the other side when instructed. You followed the places his hands indicated on his own body as you moved down and under your breast. He took the instrument back off you when he was ready to move to your back to repeat the process.

“You didn’t need to get me to do that Baek.” You breathed.

“Dr Byun.” He once again corrected. “And it felt improper given the circumstances. Deep breath in” He was quiet as he listened to your lungs. “I only want you to feel comfortable.”

He wasn’t going to let the doctor thing go. Your brain still found it funny to think of Baekhyun as a doctor. Doctors weren’t fun. Baekhyun was fun. Doctors were all clinical and closed off. Baekhyun was warm and conversational. “I feel comfortable with you Baek Dr Byun.”

He cleared his throat as he finished up listening to your breathing. “I’m glad that you feel comfortable with me, even though we’ve only just met.”

You smiled. “You look too young to be a doctor.”

He grinned. “That’s very kind of you to say.” He placed the stethoscope back around his neck as he turned his attention to your ankle. He removed the makeshift ice pack which made you wince. “Your ankle is a bit swollen. I’m going to have to manipulate it a bit so please tell me when it hurts. I need to check if it’s just a sprain or if you need an x-ray.” You nodded which prompted him to add. “I need verbal consent.”

“Ok Dr Byun.” You replied. The fuzz in your brain liked the feeling of being touched but the small rational part of you was not welcoming the pain that you knew you’d feel once he started to move your ankle about.

He gently pressed his fingers around your foot and ankle, asking if it hurt when he pushed certain points. Most of the spots he touched elicited a dull ache but not the sharp pain that you felt when he hit one particular spot. He made a note of it and then moved on to rotating your foot which hurt a lot less than you had anticipated. However, when he applied pressure to your heel and pushed upwards the pain returned. It was enough to cause you to yell out but it wasn’t unbearable.

“I think you just have a sprain so I’m going to wrap your ankle and elevate it. We’ll apply cold to it periodically to help reduce the swelling. I can’t give you any medication until I hear from the police about what exactly your drink was laced with. Your temp is a little high and your heart rate is a little high.” You hummed, not really paying attention to him as he spoke. You just wanted him to keep his hands on you, they felt nice.

He watched you and sighed. You were clearly under the effect of something and the sooner he knew what it was, the better. He liked coherent you, the you that would happily volley with him in conversations. This you was still cute and endearing but you were drugged and so he was having to fend off the fact that you seemed to be happiest when his hands were on you. If you still felt that way when you were in control of yourself then it would be a different story but for now, he would only provide PG rated comfort. With nothing else to do he grabbed some of the tape and a bandage from the first aid kit and began to wrap your ankle. Once he was satisfied with his handiwork he put your foot back down on the bed.

You frowned when his hands left you. The action definitely not lost on him. He ignored it in favour of dialling Jihoon to check for an update. He answered on the second ring.

“Boss, how is she?” Jihoon asked.

“Her ankle is ok, I’ve just wrapped it but she’s clearly drugged. Any leads on what is in her system?” He replied.

“I was actually just about to call you. The police rang to let me know that she’s been drugged with a low level dose of MDMA. She’s likely to be a bit incoherent and uh a bit uninhibited. It’s been in her system for a couple of hours now and they said normally it could take up to 12 hours to be fully absorbed but given the low dose she was given it’ll be closer to 4 hours.”

“So we’re halfway through it then.” Baekhyun replied.

“Seems that way. Do you need me to come back and watch her so you can return to the front desk?” Jihoon asked.

“No, I’ve got Jinki watching it. I’ll let you know if I need to leave so you can keep an eye on her. I think we’ll be fine though, most of the guests have turned in for the night. Funny how the threat of Santa not visiting can make everyone go to bed even when they’re adults.” He chuckled.

“Alright, well I’m here until you clock off so let me know.” With that Jihoon hung up. Baekhyun looked at you on the bed, your hands playing with the quilt cover, almost stroking it. That would be the tactile fixation from the drug.

He stood and moved from the bed to an armchair on the other side of the room. You whined at the distance he created, not understanding why he didn’t want to be near you. You thought he liked you. “Baekkkkhyun.”

“Dr Byun.”

“Ugh whatever. Dr Byun, don’t you like me?” You whined.

“I have to keep an eye on you until the drugs are out of your system. You need to drink more water as well.” He replied.

You rolled over onto your side to face him. “I thought you liked me.” You sulked. “But you don’t want to be anywhere near me. Am I so repulsive to you?”

He leaned forward in his chair, his hands raking through his hair. “You are not repulsive. You are, in fact, so not repulsive that I had to move to the other side of the room so that we don’t do something we’ll regret when you’re sober.” He sounded frustrated. You wanted to help him be less frustrated.

You looked at him, confused about what he meant. “What do you mean?”

He held his head in his hands. “Right now being touched and touching things feels amazing to you doesn’t it?” You nod and hum in agreement. “That is the drug talking. I can’t allow you to touch me or me to touch you until it wears off. It would be highly inappropriate.”

“You like me?” You smiled at him.

He laughed. “That’s what you took from this? Yes, I like you. Quite a lot I think.”

Your smile grew. “I like you too, whatever version of Baekhyun you are right now. You’re a bit weird, with all of the role play stuff, but I kind of like it, and I like you.”

He smiled to himself, warmth blooming in his chest. Drug induced or not, he knew your words were sincere. “Try to rest, we’ll talk more later.”

“I’m tired but I can’t sleep.” You replied.

Baekhyun turned on the TV and selected an animated kids movie. He watched you zone out completely before you eventually drifted off to sleep. He glanced at his watch and saw that the time read 1am. He cursed himself for the last job he had to do as it meant leaving the room.

He stood and texted Jihoon before scribbling down a small note and placing it on your bedside table.

I promise I’ll be back before my shift ends. There’s one more job Jinki and I need to do for the night. Don’t worry if you wake up and I’m not here. This is my number if you need me. If you can’t reach me, this is Jihoon’s number… he should be ok with me giving it to you.

Dr Byun, Not Taemin, Not Chanyeol, but most importantly - Baekhyun.

[1:02AM] Baekhyun: I have to leave to help Jinki with the presents before the guests wake up. Can you keep an eye on her door?

[1:02AM] Jihoon: You got it, boss. Go be merry old St Nick.

***

You wake up feeling groggy and a bit disorientated. As you rub the sleep out of your eyes you notice the piece of paper on the bedside table. You can tell it has writing on it but your eyes have yet to catch up with your brain so the words remain blurry. Your mouth felt like cardboard and you knew you looked seedy. Thankfully you’d memorised the route to the bathroom and didn’t need your eyes to work properly in order to get you to the shower and toothpaste you desired. Once you stood up, your ankle reminded you that you were injured. You limped your way to the bathroom and decided to run a bath, that way you could keep your bandages dry and your foot elevated. While the bath filled with water you went about brushing your teeth, determined to get that cardboard that had been left by the garbage bins in the rain taste out of your mouth.

You sink into the divine warmth of the bath, lathering yourself with scented body wash and allowing your body to relax. You remember everything that happened to you, bar that period between you being at the bar and being outside the hotel. You remembered Jihoon helping you and then Baekhyun looking after you. Was he still in your room? You hadn’t brought a change of clothes to the bathroom. You couldn’t walk back out there naked, but you didn’t want to put that dress back on. You noticed a bathrobe hanging on the door and thanked past you for leaving it there.

Once you’d finished washing away the feeling of the night before (even if it was only 4 or 5 hours ago) you drained the tub and carefully got out, making sure not to put too much pressure on your bad ankle. You dried yourself and donned the robe before limping your way back out into your room. Baekhyun was nowhere to be seen. Wait there was a note by the bed. He must have left that there for you. You made your way over to the bed and sat down, reading the short but sweet note he’d left. He liked you. Like actually liked you. You couldn’t help but smile, glad that the drugs in your system hadn’t embellished the details of his feelings towards you.

The sound of your door unlocking chimed. This time you were only fearful for the briefest of moments before the logical part of your brain kicked in to remind you that only Baekhyun, Jihoon & Jinki knew where your room was and that the man who had preyed upon you was in police custody with one hell of a shiner courtesy of Jihoon.

A red coat with white trim and a black belt with matching red pants came into view. You shook your head. Maybe there was still something knocking around in your system because the sight before you was ridiculous. Baekhyun shuffled into the room, smiling when he saw you sitting up. “How are you feeling?” He asked, completely ignoring the elephant in the room which was his outfit. He was not dressed like that earlier. You momentarily allowed yourself to visualise that doctor getup again. You wouldn’t be mad about it if he turned up in that in the future… but that wasn’t what was important right now.

“Am I still high or are you dressed like a slutty Santa?” You replied.

He chuckled as he finally seemed to remember how he looked. “Ah this.” He walked further into the room, glancing at his note which was still in your hand. “This was the last job Jinki and I had to do for the night. Junmyeon, my boss, wanted Christmas in July to be special. It’s not normal for anywhere in the Northern hemisphere to celebrate it since we have Christmas during winter but he wanted all of the children staying here to wake up to presents from Santa. So Jinki and I had to dress up - Jinki makes a ridiculous elf by the way - and place presents in front of every room that has a child staying in it.

“I get the Santa part but why the vaguely male stripper version of Santa? How is that child friendly?” You retorted.

He shook his head as he moved to sit on the bed next to you. “I had the belly and beard, I just took them off and left them in my office before I came back up here.” He didn’t miss the way your eyes roamed up and down his body.

“Good. I’d hate to hear about how you scandalised poor innocent children looking like this.” You cooed.

Baekhyun pulled you onto his lap, his arms wrapped around your waist. “What about you? Have you been a good girl this year?” He asked suggestively.

You batted your eyes at him, running a finger down the white trim of his coat that covered his chest. “Yes Santa, I have.”

He smirked. “Then Santa should pay you a visit and give you a present on Christmas morning.”

You leaned in closer, until your mouth ghosted over his ear as you whispered. “But if you ask nicely I might be bad for you. Santa Bae-k”

You heard the hitch in his breath as he swallowed thickly, his grip around your waist tightening as he shifted you so that you were straddling him. You pulled back and let your eyes roam over him, the ridiculous Santa costume that he somehow made sexy, the slicked back hair and look on his face. The tip of his tongue slid out to wet his bottom lip and something within you snapped. Maybe it was from all of the flirting, or the residual lack of inhibition you felt but you couldn’t hold back any longer. So you let go.

Your lips crashed into his messily, surprising him momentarily before he returned your kisses with equal fervour. He pulled you closer to him as your kiss deepened, feverishly passionate. The kiss was borderline sloppy, releasing all the tension built up in the past few days but neither of you cared, you were both too busy devouring each other. You kissed him like he was your lifeline and you could feel the passion coming from him as his tongue entered your mouth. You moaned as your hips involuntarily bucked into his.

Baekhyun broke the kiss to catch his breath and stare at you, his eyes filled with unchecked lust mixed with something else, gone before you noticed it. “You’re so beautiful.” He said, his voice lower than before. “Like a present ready to be unwrapped.” He winked at you.

You groaned. “Oh my god. Why are you trying to ruin the moment with lines like that?”

“Did you or did you not say Bae-k?” He countered. Well shit. He wasn’t wrong…

“I can neither confirm nor deny that statement.” You rambled. Your brain could not keep up with your mouth because you just kept talking while your brain was still incredibly conscious of Baekhyun’s hands gripping your hips and incredibly kissable lips which were within reach and now that you knew how sweet he tasted you only wanted more. “You could try to find some witness statements but I fear that it will just be your word against mine and in circumstances such as these I think you’ll find that -”

“Oh my god, shut up and let me kiss you.” He groaned, cutting you off as he reconnected his lips with yours. The kiss felt hot and wet and so unbelievably wonderful. He kept you guessing, giving you soft sensual kisses one moment and rough, animalistic ones the next. He was wrestling with his own desires as he tried to retain some sense of composure, and was quickly failing to do so. You ground your hips into him, desire pooling within you as your need for more grew. He moaned into your mouth, biting down on your lip as his hands began pushing your robe open.

“You are so fucking hot.” He whispered against your mouth as his hand slipped beneath your robe, ghosting over where you wanted him the most, making you gasp into the kiss, your arms now wrapped around his neck.

Baekhyun slid his fingers through your wet folds, kissing you harder as your hips moved with a mind of their own. You’d never felt desire like this before. Your pussy clenched around nothing. “Holy fuck, you are so wet baby. You want me this much?” His voice was rough with want.

You gripped his shoulders tightly, your nails leaving small crescent shaped marks on his skin, even through the fabric. “Baek. I need.” Your brain could barely function. You needed him to touch you properly, to finally cross that threshold. Coherency was swiftly making its exit from your being. “Want you to touch m-”

Riiiinnnnggggg

He glanced over at his phone before deciding to ignore it. He inserted a finger, slowly beginning to pump the digit into you. You were practically vibrating with desire which would be embarrassing if you weren’t so turned on and if his finger didn’t feel so heavenly inside of you. You gasped at the sensation as his thumb brushed against your clit before he inserted a second finger, preparing you for what was to come next. You moaned loudly as he scissored his fingers in you, stretching you out for him.

Riiiinnnnggggg

He froze, his fingers stilling in their ministrations. You whimpered at the lack of friction, grinding your hips into his hand until his free hand held your hips still, grunting at you to stop.

Riiiiiiinnnngggg

“Fuck.” He exhaled, torn between what he wanted to do and the fact that his work phone was ringing and no matter how much he wanted to continue drawing those delightful noises from you, he was the one in charge of the hotel at this moment in time. As much as he didn’t want to, he knew he had to answer it. “Hold on.” He grumbled, removing his hands from you and shifting you on his lap so he could reach for his phone.

His head dropped as he let out a deep sigh of frustration. “It’s my boss.” He frowned. “I’m so - you have no idea how sorry I am but I have to take this. He will just keep calling.”

“His timing is terrible.” You complained.

Baekhyun leant in to kiss you again, much softer this time. “Beyond terrible. Let me see what he wants, I promise it won’t take long.” You nodded, climbing off his lap and curling up on the bed as he adjusted himself and took a deep breath before finally answering the phone.

“Yah, what took you so long!?” A loud voice sounded down the line.

“I was busy.” Baekhyun said flatly, not in the mood for explaining himself further. “What’s wrong?”

“There’s a burst pipe on the fifteenth floor which has leaked into one of the rooms on the floor below. I need you to get a plumber out as soon as humanly possible, no matter the cost, and stop that leak.” Junmyeon’s voice rambled through the phone line, listing the plumbers that he refused to let step onto the premises and why. Baekhyun didn’t have the patience to listen to his boss, not when he had been so rudely interrupted from the incredible feeling of you beginning to lose yourself on his fingers.

Baekhyun tried to cut him off. “Ok, I’ll get on it now. Talk to y-”

Junmyeon interjected. “Not so fast, what is with you tonight? There’s more.”

“What?” Baekhyun asked, wishing his phone had broken so that he’d never answered this call. He was technically still on the clock for another three hours but the universe owed him. He’d gone above and beyond the call of duty for the past month. He deserved uninterrupted time to learn every inch of your body. Instead the universe had decided to cockblock him.

“I said it’s leaked into a room on the floor below. You’ll need to relocate the guests in that room.” He said.

“But we’re fully booked!” Baekhyun said exasperatedly.

“You’ll figure something out. You always do. I’ll be there in the morning for the Christmas in July breakfast so you can debrief me then.” The line cut out. Junmyeon had a bad habit of never ending a call properly when it was late at night. That had always irked Baekhyun.

Baekhyun walked back over to the bed, grabbed a pillow and crushed it into his face and yelled. You could hear the muffled sounds as you watched him, dumbfounded by the action. You knew that he had to leave the room and from the sound of the call, it was going to be very soon which meant you weren’t going to get to see his face as you gripped his length in your hand and guided it to your mouth tonight. But you were here for a couple more days. There was still time to show him all of the wonders your body could perform and in turn, experience all that he had to offer you.

He didn’t notice you as you crawled over toward him until you were tugging at the hem of his ridiculous jacket. He paid his vocal assault on the hotel pillow but did not remove it from his face. “How about you call to wake me in the morning? The hotel offers that service, don't they?” You offered.

He slowly lowered the pillow from his face, raising a brow at you. “You do realise my shift finishes at 6am right? That’s only a few hours from now.”

“No one said I have to stay awake… I just want your voice to be the first thing I hear. For it to bring me back to this moment so that when I inevitably fall asleep again my dreams will be of you and all that you’ve promised to do to me.”

“I’m pretty sure that I’d be fired for leaving you the wake up call that I would actually want to do.” He ran his hands through his hair in frustration. “I really wish I didn’t have to go now. Fuck. You have no idea the effect you have on me.”

You nipped at his neck, eliciting a groan from him. “I’m sure you’ll show me, hopefully sooner rather than later.” You placed one more kiss to his lips, a kiss that promised so much, before stepping away from him and watching him reluctantly leave your room.

He paused before walking through the door and smiled to himself. Not entirely believing what had almost transpired in your room. He felt a sudden need to make sure you knew he wasn’t just acting on desire, that he felt more for you than that. “I like you, like quite a lot so mark my words when I say I’ll make this up to you.”

“I like you too Baek.” You smiled sweetly at him, trying not to blush as the man who was knuckle deep in you a few minutes ago was now making you feel shy. You felt shy because he liked you, for more than just a one night stand. Why that made you feel more naked than you already were, you weren’t sure of. You’d unpack that another time. “Don’t forget my wake up call.” You added.

He beamed at you. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” He pulled the door closed behind him as he left, already planning what he was going to say when he had a conversation with Junmeyon at breakfast.

Part 1 | Part 3 (coming soon)

A/N: Thanks for reading and enjoying this collab. Please don’t forget to check the other writers out @myeoning-call @leewalberg @yourkeeperoftherunners @taem-min @ouvuo @dreamylittlesugarcube @jxstadaydreamer & @sojuri

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heavyasafeather · 4 months

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2023

1. What did you do in 2023 that you’d never done before?

I don't know if this counts because it’s not like I’ve never played any videogames before, but since I’m not really a gamer, and the only real game that I’ve actually enjoyed to the point of obsession was Far Cry: Primal, playing Hogwarts Legacy definitely took over my life.

I also finally pierced my ears... and then tried to hide it from my dad for about 4 months.

2. Did you keep your new years’ resolutions, and will you make more for next year?

I told myself to workout during lunch or take the stairs more, and I barely did that. I usually don't make resolutions, I don't even know why I tried.

3. Did anyone close to you give birth?

4. Did anyone close to you die?

5. What countries did you visit?

6. What would you like to have in 2024 that you lacked in 2023?

Joji.

7. What date from 2023 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?

May 13th, 2023 - I saw Joji at the Forum.

June 24th, 2023 - I pierced my ears.

August 6th, 2023 - I bought tickets last minute to see Joji at Bleached Fest.

8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?

Realizing I don’t want to be stuck at my current job, then telling my boss that I was unhappy and that I wanted to go to school, and him being really supportive.

Going back to school.

9. What was your biggest failure?

Telling some people that I was quitting my job.

10. Did you suffer illness or injury?

Nope.

11. What was the best thing you bought?

Any of the tickets to see Joji.

12. Whose behaviour merited celebration?

13. Whose behaviour made you appalled and depressed?

If cancer was a person, I would murder that motherfucker. Also, I'm pretty sure my manager gaslighted me earlier this year.

14. Where did most of your money go?

Bills, school.

15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?

Joji at the Forum.

16. What song will always remind you of 2023?

The Cactus Blooms, "Mississippi" Hot Hot Heat, "Magnitude" Daneshevskaya, "Estuary Dig" Vaundry, "Odoriko" The Specials, "Gangsters"

17. Compared to this time last year, are you:

i. happier or sadder? Sadder.

ii. thinner or fatter? Fatter.

iii. richer or poorer? I feel poorer.

18. What do you wish you’d done more of?

Skating.

19. What do you wish you’d done less of?

Going to work. Caring

20. How did you spend Christmas?

Christmas Eve: Literally binging The Last of Us. Christmas day: I went home, and didn't do shit for the rest of the day, except like play Hogwarts Legacy.

21. Did you fall in love in 2023?

With Special Agent Dale Cooper? Yeah, maybe.

22. How will you be spending New Years?

Probably binge watching some show with Adam. Yeah, he's got on Succession right now, but I'm not even paying attention.

23. How many one-night stands?

24. What was your favourite TV program?

Orville! TWIN PEAKS!

25. Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?

If cancer was a person...

26. What was the best book you read?

27. What was your greatest musical discovery?

...binaural beats?

28. What did you want and get?

To see Joji. I also got a Twin Peaks shirt for Christmas.

29. What did you want and not get?

To see Joji at the Crypto.com Arena in October.

30. What was your favourite film of this year?

The Whale. No Hard Feelings. Killers of the Flower Moon? I don't know. I can tell you what movies I hated: Incendies. or Brimstone. (No, they both were good - just what the fuck).

31. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?

I turned 32. The day of: I went to work, but my coworker made me cake. And then I went to Korean BBQ with my parents. The Monday before, my Japanese teacher made me dinner and bought me a piece of cake and flan, and we just hung out; it was pretty sweet of her, and she also got me a kiiroitori stuffed animal.

32. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably satisfying?

Being able to start school right when I was wanting to quit my job.

Having the balls to tell people to shut the fuck up.

33. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2023?

Scrubs.

34. What kept you sane?

Nothing - I’m pretty sure this is the most I’ve ever had a panic/anxiety attack. Weekends watching Twin Peaks.

35. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?

Seriously? ...also young Kyle Maclachlan was a new one.

36. What political issue stirred you the most?

I just... don't.

37. Who did you miss?

I'm not sure if I did. There's one person I think about often, but then I get just mad because I doubt they give a shit (or ever did for how seemingly easy it was for them to just drop me).

38. Who was the best new person you met?

You know, she's not new - but my Japanese teacher has been amazing - she's basically become my new grandma.

39. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2023:

40. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year.

And I move lightly in the dawn. Try to, gently ever on the lee. Though, I liked summer light on you. If we ride a winter-long wind. Though, time's not what I belong to, and I'm not the season I'm in.

#end of the year

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carriagelamp · 2 years

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Rememberance Day is over so I’m legally allowed to start getting into Christmas-y books. This month has been weird as hell around here... we sure are still in a series of ongoing global crisis? So books have been holding me in a protective, loving embrace...

Brambleheart

Brambleheart is about a young chipmunk, Twig, who lives in an animal society deep in the woods, who make a living from the nearby human trash, which they repurpose into all sorts of things. Learning how to work with this trash is an important right of passage for the young animals, as it defines their eventual role and status in society. Twig is concerned he won’t earn a respectable place in society and on a long walk away from home he stumbles across a strange, magical egg...

This is a book that was cute… and not much else. A fun read for an eight year old maybe, and for everyone else it’s just… there. And it’s fine! But considering it’s about a trash-based animal society that includes finding a dragon egg, it’s surprisingly basic. Nothing I would go out of my way to read.

A Christmas Carol

I have watched A Christmas Carol basically every year since I was a child, but this is my first time reading the book. The writing is truly phenomenal, it’s clever, funny, and evocative. I’ve read other Dickens’ books that have bored me to tears, but this is one that makes you appreciate why he’s such a beloved author. And, despite seeing it just about every year, it still made me full-on cry during the graveyard scene. I’m furious that this was apparently written in six weeks.

The Christmas Pig

[Mandatory disclaimer: yes I am aware of the gross politics here, yes I find them abhorrent, however JKR is still an author deeply rooted into my childhood and I can’t cull it that easily, so yes I did read her new book. I totally understand anyone that would make the choice to boycott her work and I respect that. Please feel free to scroll on. This review is based off the actual experience of reading the book and nothing else.]

I got this book out of the library, and during out Weird As Hell Week my mom and I took turns reading chapters out loud. It was exactly the sort of soothing comfort I needed. The Christmas Pig was a really enjoyable book. Despite being new, it felt like a Classic Kid Christmas Story. It reads like games I used to play as a child around Christmas time -- there was something incredibly nostalgic about it.

The story is about a boy whose life goes through a string of changes. His parents’ divorce, his father moving away, going to a new school, and finally his mother dating someone new. He manages to weather it all with his beloved toy, Dur Pig, at his side. However tragedy strikes and Dur Pig is lost, and is replaced by a new imposter, the Christmas Pig. He can’t accept this, but the magic of Christmas Eve is at work, and the Christmas Pig comes to life and offers to bring the boy down to the Land of the Lost, to find Dur Pig before it’s too late...

A Dog’s Way Home

Sometimes you just need a good, well-written animal adventure. This felt like The Incredible Journey, but for an older audience. An adorable puppy is rescued by a man, and her entire life soon centres around him and their shared love. However things can’t stay peaceful, as she finds herself being persecuted for her perceived breed, and is taken away from her human… leaving her no choice but to embark on a perilous journey to get back to him.

Hercule Poirot: The Mysterious Affair at Styles // Adventure of the Christmas Pudding

It’s been long overdue but I’ve finally started reading Agatha Christie! I stared with The Mysterious Affair at Styles and it filled my heart with joy. This is the pinnacle of the “cozy murder mystery” genre. I get a funny, fussy little Belgian man, and a good-natured English man who very cheerful and very, very dumb. Absolutely thick as a brick. I relate to him so much and I adore him, bless Captain Hastings. And damn, is it ever clever! The whole way through it’s so thrilling to read a mystery that is slowly being pieced together when you can tell there’s some very clever machinations behind the screen.

I also read the “Christmas Pudding” short story because I’m getting into a Christmasy mood! Also very fun, and a little less murdery than Styles which was nice for a festive story.

The Lost World

What I’d been hoping for — Jurassic Park meets Dinotopia

What I got — Colonialism, Racism, and Genocide: The Novel

We spent way too little time checking out the cool dinosaurs and way too much time trying to commit wholesale mass murder against the indigenous “monkey people”. Thanks for that Doyle, very cool.

Monster and the Beast v2

Enormous, shy monster, meets shameless monsterfucker. They go on an adventure! The monster is able to hide in the human’s shadow and see the city for the first time! Try new foods! Meet new people! He’s excited to be around someone who, for the first time in his life, isn’t scared of him and treats him the same as he would treat anyone else. A surprisingly charming series, I can’t help but enjoy it; the human is a bit of an asshole and the monster is a sweetheart. It’s a fun spin on things, I’m looking forward to reading the third book.

Otter Lagoon

A youth graphic novel series based in the West Coast, with a bit of a Gravity Falls vibe. It’s about friends in a small island community who run into strange supernatural creatures and struggle with the ethical issues of living alongside them. I really adore this series. The art style is fantastic and unique, and the story feels like it’s doing something interesting with just a teensy bit more edge than a lot of the bubblegum soft kid series that have been coming out these days. In this book, the main character is trying to make up for an earlier mistake but only ends up compromising her own morals and digging her hole deeper...

Pryce and Carter’s Deep Space Survival Procedure & Protocol Manual

The DSSPPM is a fictional manual that exists in the world of Wolf 359 (one of my all-time favourite podcasts) and it was actually written out in its entirety as a part of the Patreon rewards. It has 1001 off-the-walls tips and tricks to survive in deep space on a life-threatening long-term scientific mission without compromising the company’s bottom line. Along with Doug Eiffel’s helpful commentary written in the margins.

Tintin

I finally invested in getting the entire English series of Tintin. We always had a number of books at home while growing up, we borrowed plenty more from the library, and I have another handful in French, but I wanted to reread in chronological order for the first time and decided I was ready to have them all on hand.

For anyone unfamiliar, Tintin is a Belgian comic (bande dessinée) about a young reporter who goes on many highflying adventures all around the world. He’s sincere, kind, and capable of surviving an truly stupendous number of head injuries, gunshot wounds, and blatant attempts at poisoning, maiming, and murder. Tintin is one of my all time favourite series, I passionately adored it as a child and that passion has never once dimmed.

While I’ve read most of them before, this was my first time reading The Land of the Soviets and I was surprised by how much I enjoyed it. I expected all kinds of atrocious given what the early series is like in general (cough*Congo*cough), but blatant propaganda aside it was actually a lot of fun. Just pure silly slapstick goofiness. In America was a nightmare that I won’t be rereading again any time soon. And then we hit Cigars of the Pharaoh and the series starts in earnest, and it honestly only gets better and better from there. Can we all agree that The Crab with the Golden Claws is the best in the series? Captain Haddock, my beloved.

Witch Hat Atelier v1-2

A manga I enjoyed way more than I expected! It really feels like a unique gem. In a very strange way, it reminds me of +Anima... maybe not in story but in art and general vibe. We have a young girl who accidentally stumbles across the secret of magic — that it’s not hereditary, like it has always been claimed, but that it can be drawn by anyone who knows the patterns and has the appropriate ink. However she makes the mistake of experimenting with that, and ends up cursing her mother… she now has no choice but to join a senior witch at his atelier and begin to study magic with fellow apprentices, in the hopes of learning how to save her mother.

You Are Asexual

A fun little oddball of a book. It’s parodying both Choose Your Own Adventure stories, as well as dystopian you-are-assigned-to-a-single-faction ya stories, but this time with sexuality-based factions. Everyone has their sexuality repressed until “Orientation Day” when it’s revealed… except “you” don’t notice any change to your attraction. As a “forbidden asexual”, you then get to go on an adventure of discovery and/or death. It’s very silly, filled with all the old jokes and memes that used to make up the ace community. It was a sort of lightheartedness I haven’t seen since the destruction of the ace community almost a decade ago, so it was a fun read.

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vivianweasley · 3 years

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Let Her Go (F.W. x Reader)

Summary: “Only know you love her when you let her go.” childhood friends to lovers, unrequited love

Prompt: This is for @vogueweasley‘s 1K writing challenge and the prompt is #44 “What am I in your life? Because as of lately I feel as though I’ve been nothing to you.” Congrats again lovely!!

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: angst to a bit of fluff, unrequited love, mention of alcohol (Fred being drunk), language (one curse word), Fred being stupid

Word count: 2.2k

A/N: Did I write another friends to lovers with unrequited love? Yes, but I love this idea and I’m just writing to cope. The inspiration is Let Her Go by Passenger! Hope you guys would like it! (Also, let’s pretend they used telephone)

Special thanks to @valwritesx for the support<3

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In your memories, you were always following Fred Weasley around.

You followed him around when he and George were throwing dungbombs in their neighbor’s garden. You were six, and he was seven.

You followed him around when it was your first year at Hogwarts. You were an awkward first year, but he has already established quite a reputation.

You followed him everywhere. Whether it was a quidditch game or detention, you were always there with him. Some people called you his sidekick, but you never really minded because you were absolutely head over heels for him.

You knew he knew about your stupid little crush; you weren’t trying to hide your feelings anyway. And you knew that your feelings weren’t reciprocated, but that didn’t matter. Loving him was your own business. Plus, you knew that at least you meant something to him, so you’ve still got a chance.

You loved him with all your heart and without a doubt. It was one-sided and lonely, but you never cared. Well, at least not until now.

It was your party to celebrate receiving a brilliant job offer from America. All of your friends were there.

“I’m so happy for you! But I’m also gonna miss you a lot!” George exclaimed for like the twentieth time today.

You chuckled, “I know, Georgie, I’ll miss you too! And I’m not leaving until the end of the next month. I’ve still got a lot to take care of before I go.” Now that you were actually talking about leaving, the whole concept of living in another country so far away finally began to feel more realistic. “There are just so many things and people I’ll miss.”

“By people, you mean Fred, right?” Ginny teased, “Speaking of which, where is he?”

“I don’t know. He promised he would come,” you replied, couldn’t control the blush that was climbing up your cheeks.

Ginny was right. Of course you were going to miss all of your friends dearly, but you were also going to miss Fred just a little more than the others. And that’s why you were a bit disappointed that he was so late to your party. You couldn’t stop yourself from checking the clock and the door every now and then. The butterflies in your stomach started dancing whenever you heard something outside, but they always die down when you realized it wasn’t him.

The clock soon struck 12, and when you were saying goodbye to the last of the guests, you finally accepted the fact that Fred was not going to show up tonight.

You were helping at the joke shop the next day, and it was already noon when you heard Fred walking down the stairs.

“Morning,” you could still hear the sleepiness in his voice, and you could tell from his messy hair and puffy eyes that it was a hangover. You frowned a little but you tried not to overthink. Surely he had a good reason, right?

“It’s already noon, brother,” George asked the question for you, “where were you last night?”

“I ran into Lee after work, and we went to the pub. Why?”

“Why? It was Y/N’s party last night, you forgot?”

“Wait, it was last night? Ah shit, I forgot. I’m sorry Y/N,” he turned to look at you. You could see the sorry on his face, but you couldn’t hear it in his voice. You knew that expression all too well. It was the same reaction whenever he got caught playing pranks on someone. He was saying that he’s sorry, but you knew he didn’t mean it.

“Fred, you do realize that she’s leaving soon, right?” George was finding this unbelievable too.

“Oh c’mon, last time I checked, we still have something called a portkey. And I’m sure Y/N will be visiting us pretty often, right Y/N?” The carelessness in his voice stung you.

Hurt, mixed with anger, was rushing to your brain. It was the moment that struck you, a moment that should have happened a long time ago.

You always thought that even though Fred didn’t love you back, at least you were still a very important friend to him. But now you’ve finally realized that maybe this was just another self-comforting lie. It was not the first time he forgot something about you, and it seemed like he never cared anyway.

“What am I in your life?” You asked quietly, “Because as of lately, I feel as though I’ve been nothing to you.”

“What are you saying? Y/N, you’re not making any sense.”

“I always thought it’s alright that my feelings aren’t reciprocated because it’s just my own business. But I’m not just that stupid girl who has a crush on you; I’m also your friend! And friends shouldn’t treat friends like nothing.” Your voice sounded calm, but tears were streaming down your face, “It was always me who’s looking for you and thinking about you, but friendship takes two, Fred. Maybe you should start trying too.”

Then you just stormed out of the joke shop, before George could try to talk you round and before Fred could probably tell a joke to laugh it off.

One week later, you left for your new job in a hurry. You said goodbye to every one of your friends, except for Fred.

Fred was feeling guilty but also confused. Why did you snap like that? What he did was surely just a small mistake, right? And he wasn’t too worried. He was sure that you would forgive him and come back to him. You always do. In fact, he was convinced that he could see you again the next holiday.

Halloween night, George had plans, so Fred was in charge of closing up tonight. Looking at the empty bowl of sweets on the counter, Fred thought about you. You always remembered to fill it up, especially around Halloween.

The autumn wind was getting cold, and he pulled his coat tighter as he walked outside. The kids on the street were all dressed up, going from door to door trick-or-treating. Fred remembered how you two and George would always go trick-or-treating together on Halloween since you were kids. Even after you all grew up, you would still drag him to go with you. But now he was walking alone in his business suit, on his way home. This moment he felt as if the kid inside him has left with you.

When he got home, he turned on the TV and started switching channels absentmindedly. You should be there, suggesting to watch a horror movie, but then deciding on something family-friendly. You would always try to have a Halloween movie marathon but end up falling asleep, lying on his shoulder. He found it adorable, but he never told you that.

Fred sighed as he laid back on the couch. This was the first Halloween without you.

Christmas morning, Fred walked downstairs, noticing something was different in the air. The Burrow was quieter. Sure, most of his family were already up and were gathered around the Christmas tree, chatting and laughing. But you weren’t there.

You weren’t there, showing up at the Burrow way too early in the morning. You weren’t there knocking on his door and waking him up using a cheerful, sing-song voice. He would always groan and tell you to give him five more minutes. But this year, when he woke up to the mechanical sound of the alarm clock, he really missed your cheerful voice.

Fred walked downstairs with everyone wishing him a Merry Christmas, but his eyes were searching the crowd for a glimpse of you that was just impossible to be found. This was the first Christmas without you.

New Year’s Eve, Fred and George were at the local pub’s New Year countdown party, along with the other boys. Just like usual, the boys had too much drink and passed out in the pub.

When Fred was only half-awake, he heard your voice calling him, “Freddie! C’mon, let’s get you home!” A soft smile appeared on his lips. You were back! He knew you would be back for the new year. He knew you wouldn’t leave him for too long.

You were always there to pick him up and carry him home after New Year’s party. He was always amazed at how you managed to carry him as he was taller than you, but you were always there for him. He just felt so lucky now to have you in his life, and seeing you in front of him made him smile like an idiot.

You were frowning seeing him lying on the floor, but you soon gave in when you saw that smile. You chuckled and whispered, “Happy New Year, Freddie.”

The soft smile stayed on Fred’s lips. He felt at home.

When Fred woke up again, he found himself lying on the floor of the pub. The pub was already empty. The boys were already gone. Someone must have picked them up, but there was no one for him. He finally began to realize that it was just a dream. You were still in America, and he was still a loser who’s lying alone on the cold floor on the first day of the new year.

Fred managed to walk out of the pub. The freezing wind was slapping on his face, trying to sober him up. He walked past a coffee shop. That was your favorite.

You were all he could think of now. Fred knew that you had a crush on him, but he always believed that it was just a stupid little childhood crush and it would fade as soon as you all grow up. He was just too familiar with you, and familiarity wasn’t what he thought he was looking for in romance.

But you were already in every part of his life. No matter where he goes or what he does, you were always there. But now you weren’t.

There was the first time Fred told a joke, and you weren’t the first to laugh. He loved the way you laugh, for it could always brighten up his whole day, but he never admitted it.

There was the first time he was humming a song, and you weren’t there to sing along. He loved your voice, for it could always calm him down, but he wouldn’t tell you that.

There was the first time when he realized that he needed you in his life.

The first time when he realized that he loved you more than he thought he did.

It was like muscle memory for him to remember everything about you, but he wasn’t even aware of that, and you obviously didn’t know too. Instead of showing you how much he loved and appreciated you, he just took you for granted because he thought you would never leave.

Fred dialed your number that night. He thought he might go crazy if he couldn’t hear your voice tonight. As he waited for you to pick up, he felt the inside of his stomach were all twisted together, but it was soon replaced by butterflies when he heard your voice.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Y/N, it’s me, Fred,” he didn’t know why he stuttered, “S-so, I was wondering...do you know where is the photo of us at the station? It was your first year of school. Did you take it with you?”

“No, I gave it to George. Why?” He couldn’t tell your emotion through the phone. Were you annoyed? Or were you happy to hear his voice too?

“Oh, umm, nothing, just missing the old days.”

“Oh, okay...Anything else?”

There were so many things that he wanted to say. He wanted to tell you that he’s sorry and he missed you so much, but you sounded impatient. So all he managed to say was, “Happy New Year, Y/N.”

There was a few seconds of silence; then he heard you reply, “Happy New Year, Fred.”

Hanging up the phone, Fred felt his heart sank. He hated how emotionless you sounded, and he knew he had to do something. Maybe he couldn’t convince you to come back to him, but at least he owed you an apology.

Valentine’s Day. Evening, you walked out of the building you worked in. It was on a wizarding street just like Diagon Alley, so it didn’t take you too long to adjust to the new environment.

The shops on this street were all having Valentine’s specials, and it reminded you of the Valentine’s specials of Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes. Fred always had the most interesting and romantic ideas-you shook your head. You promised yourself not to think about him anymore.

A shop at the corner captured your attention. You’ve never seen this shop before. You looked for the name of the shop and the sign above read “WWW’.

Just when you thought you were losing your mind and associating everything with Fred again, the shop owner walked out.

Fred smiled when he saw you. The same beaming smile that had you head over heels for him for as long as you could remember. “Hi, I'm new here. Would you mind showing me around?”

A/N: Sorry if the ending feels a bit rushed! I felt like it made sense to end here so the reader could decide if she wants to forgive him or not.

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chrisevansgoodgirl · 3 years

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i've heard allegations 'bout your reputation, i'll show you my shadows if you show yours

summary: requested (like a year ago, sorry!) Reader and Andy getting in a legitimate fight or maybe flirting in front of him with one of his colleagues to get under his skin because he hasn’t touched her in weeks from being so busy jealous Andy would be so dominant I’m weak i took some liberties and set it at the christmas eve party at andy’s office.

warnings: andrew barber being r o u g h 😩 😩 😩 and jealous 😩 and mean bc i just so deeply want this man to yell at me and pull my hair bc he’s an angry daddy, however, he is not called daddy in this story bc i don’t do it unless you guys ask me to. so smut, and he’s in charge and i’m dead about it. more videos being made bc apparently that’s on my mind.

word count: around 7,500

pairing: andy barber x reader

a/n: i hate that it took me so long to post this but here i am, almost a month late with a christmas eve party story. i have very little shame tbh.

You were not unreasonable, no matter what Andy claimed. You could always admit what was your fault—which was about 80% of all disagreements—but Andy had his faults, too. Tonight? Well, you weren’t innocent…but you were not the only one to blame.

This was the third Christmas party he had taken you to. The first year had not completely been his doing. Lynn had been bothering him about it and he would have gotten away with pretending it just wasn’t possible had Lynn not run into you at the coffee shop near Andy’s house.

You had been accustomed to Andy by then. He didn’t put distance between you two because he wanted to, he just simply wasn’t the best at getting close. You practically forced him into sometimes, and it had never gone wrong, so he trusted you. A lot.

You weren’t sure you were going to be able to say that much longer. You had your moments, those situations where you pushed him just a little too far. Not so far that he was angry about it, but far enough that you ended up with a sore ass and maybe a few finger-shaped bruises on your skin.

As if that was an incentive to stop?

Lately, things had been…off. Andy was working on a big case, one that he had just finished the day before. You expected that he was going to come home and make up for not having touched you in 17 days. Yet, that didn’t happen.

You weren’t trying to complain too much. The “honeymoon phase” was something that could not be applied to your relationship because you were as happy as any other day, you loved him more and more as time went on, and you guys always had sex. Always.

But there were the cases that sometimes threw a slight pause in that. That was fine, you understood and it wasn’t like you were with Andy for sex. You loved that man so fucking much, you could deal with some neglect for a little bit. Emphasis on a little bit.

17 days with no immediate plans to remedy it was crossing a line. So, on the 18th night, the night of his office Christmas party, after he merely kissed your head, told you that you looked beautiful, and didn’t fuck you in your tiny, sparkly dress, you also wanted to cross a line. A specific line because it was hard to get a reaction out of him any other way.

Andrew Barber was a jealous man. It was something you never played with because he was jealous. He wasn’t some immature idiot who was going to cause a scene, but he would interrogate you about people he felt were “suspicious”.

On your way to the party, he had wanted to catch up. He felt like this was the first time he was able to breathe since he was put on the case, and he had noticed some distance between you two. You told him about the very basic parts of your day—work, friends, family.

When he placed his hand on your thigh, you had to wonder if this was a game. Why hadn’t he fucked you? Was he trying to make you beg? That was something Andy thoroughly enjoyed, and you trusted him so much that you rarely ever knew when he was doing it. If you stopped to think about it, you would probably find a few times he’d managed to get away with it.

He let you hold his hand and to avoid having to pull away from you, he told you when to move the gear shift. It was cute, too cute for how long you two had been together, but Andy seemed willing to indulge you. He always did when he could.

But as soon as he got to the party, there was more work talk and he had basically pawned you off on Lynn. She was thrilled, of course, she rarely had time for friendships, but she valued Andy, and because of that, she loved you almost as much as he did.

It had been two hours by the time you were completely fed up. Lynn had decided she was about to head out, so she was making her rounds, and that meant that you were stuck with the other partners. Men, women, they were all talking about how great their lawyers had been lately.

Yet, reminder, you hadn’t been fucked in nearly 18 days. You weren’t going to sit around and listen to that for the whole night, you innocently decided to wander a bit. Andy was talking about his case and seemed almost oblivious to your presence. Why did he even bring you? He was the one that reminded you about it, you probably wouldn’t have realized it had gone by until well into next year since work was so hectic.

Regardless, without an answer, you were left to entertain yourself. What else were you supposed to do? Just sit around all night and not speak to anyone? Andy was a complicated man and he had only a handful of people at the job that he liked, but fewer people that he disliked. Most people, he felt indifferent about, and those were the pawns for your current game.

You flit all around the party, laughing, talking to everyone, and though you saw him seeking out your whereabouts every now and then, there was no reaction at all. He didn’t care that some of these sleazy men were staring at your cleavage or your legs—two things he should have done earlier but did not.

By the time you’d nearly spoken to everyone, you felt…possessed, there was no better way to describe it. You were mad and confused and tired, and till the day you died, you would swear on everything you held sacred, the following was not part of your plan. You simply had no other choice than to go along with it when it practically fell in your lap.

Andy hadn’t noticed your best attempts but as soon as Neal was standing in front of you, he was watching. You had not and would not have gone to Neal, it was the other way around. He was possibly picking up on all your sadness and desperation, he was probably able to spot attention-seeking from a mile away since he pulled those kinds of stunts regularly.

Andy was finally paying attention to you and that was why you didn’t walk away. Your boyfriend could deny it all he wanted, but you saw something in his eyes. There was that anger, of course, but there was also that dark gleam. The one that he had when he liked to lay you out under him and remind you who you belong to.

That was all you wanted, that was the only reasoning behind your actions. You didn’t think you’d done anything wrong, not until you laughed at something Neal said and he laughed back, and then he touched your shoulder.

And that was when you knew things had gone too far. You crossed a line, and you should have known better than even trying to use Neal. Because he envied Andy to no end, understandably. Why wouldn’t he try to flirt with you? No one got Andy as angry as Neal, and you should have just put your ego aside and spoken to your boyfriend.

But that window had closed and your time for being a mature, communicating adult was over. You quickly broke away from Neal after that and Andy took only seconds before he was dragging your ass out of that party and to the car.

You weren’t sure what to do. Pretend you didn’t know what the big deal was? Maybe just start blurting out apologies. He opened the car door for you, ushered you in, and then got into the driver’s seat in complete silence.

Andy had been mad at you before, but he had never been so angry he wouldn’t look at you or speak to you. He was gripping the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles were white. His jaw set, brow furrowed, shoulders tense—he stayed that way the entire drive.

Andy wasn’t like this, he usually always had his temper in control. You were worried because you were one of the few people Andy sincerely trusted. It would devastate you if this gave him pause.

When he stopped the car, it became uncomfortably silent. It had taken you almost a minute to decide where you wanted to take this. “Andy, I’m—”

“Don’t apologize.”

“But I am s—”

“Get upstairs, take your dress off, and wait for me on the bed.”

Shit. You fumbled with the handle for a moment, scurrying inside and up the stairs. This was everything that you had wanted, wasn’t it? Then why the fuck were you nervous? Why were you shaking? Why did the idea of a black hole appearing and swallowing you sound so appealing?

You took off your dress and hung it back in your closet. You’d only been in it for a few hours, that didn’t warrant an actual wash. Shakily, you made your way back to the bed and sat there. What about your bra and panties? He hadn’t said. Your shoes? Fuck, what were you supposed to do?

Andy walked in and flipped on the light.

Idiot, why hadn’t you done that?

He made his way to the dresser off to the side of the bedroom, he removed his jacket first, then his cuff links and his tie. He started rolling up his sleeves and you had to look away.

You turned down to your lap. “You didn’t tell me if you wanted me to keep anything else on.”

“I also didn’t tell you that you could speak,” he asserted.

Your stomach dropped, the mere thought of not following his directions was unsettling. When Andy got like this, you wanted to do what he told you to. You wanted him to think you were his good girl. Any time you failed at absolute perfection, you didn’t take it well.

You didn’t know if you should apologize or remain silent. You were wringing your hands, something you became aware of only when he made his way in front of you and placed his hands over yours. You startled slightly, looking up at him.

He grabbed your chin with his thumb and forefinger, keeping your head tilted back. “Are you nervous?”

“I don’t know,” you muttered. You didn’t want him to feel bad because you were feeling some type of way. You also didn’t want to think this had anything to do with him. He’d never given you reason to be nervous.

“Are you scared?”

“Kind of.”

“Why?”

“I don’t want to disappoint you.”

He leaned down, face directly in front of yours. “Before we start, I need you to understand that you’ve never disappointed me. Okay?”

You nodded. “Okay.” That didn’t really help as much as he probably thought it would. Even if you hadn’t disappointed him, there was always the chance that you would. And you weren’t sure he was being completely honest anyway. Neal? What the fuck was wrong with you?

“You don’t need to be nervous or scared, just be completely honest with me.”

“Of course.” You would never lie to him.

“Who do you belong to?”

Your answer was immediate, you didn’t even need to think about it. Recalling life before you met Andy was a bit blurry. Who had you been? Where? What had you wanted? “You.”

“So,” he ran his thumb over your bottom lip, “this mouth…”

“Is yours,” you confirmed.

He hummed, fingers trailing from your face all the way down, between your breasts, over your stomach, stopping at the band of your panties. He paused, noting the shakiness in your breath, the goosebumps on your skin, your hands that were gripping the sheets.

Abruptly, his hand dropped to where you had been expecting it to. Your breath hitched and your hips jumped off the bed, desperate for his touch.

He made a small noise of disapproval and you hurriedly settled back down on the bed. “This pussy? Is that mine, too?”

You nodded. “Yes.”

He pulled your panties off to the side and his fingers ran up your wet skin at an agonizing pace. He brought them up to his lips and his tongue slipped out to taste you. He smiled because you had managed to stay almost completely still, apart from a bit of squirming. “You’re such a good girl, baby. You know that’s one of my favorite things about you, how good you are for me.”

That gave you these awful butterflies and you felt hot everywhere. That was all you ever needed to hear. His hand returned to your center and his first finger slid into you. You looked down to see but he grabbed your jaw again and turned you back up.

“Keep watching me, baby.”

He liked to test you, you knew that. He would give you an order and try to make you disobey him. This time, when his hand fell away from your face, you forced yourself to keep your head tilted. You ignored that burning part of you that wanted to see his fingers pushing in and pulling out, covered in what was dripping from your pussy.

You focused on just feeling. One thick finger was slowly working you open for him, he always stretched you out as much as he could meaning you had to be prepared for some teasing. He prioritized this because he was big and he knew it—and you had been smitten enough before he fucked you, but after, there wasn’t a second of the day your body didn’t crave Andy’s.

Despite how rough Andy could be with you, and how generally tough he was, he liked to baby you. Sometimes, he liked treating you as delicately as one would a bouquet of flowers. He could see a lot of comparisons if he really thought about it. You were beautiful, soft, and smelled so sweet. And if he didn’t pay attention to you, well, he’d been reminded of those consequences at the party.

You kept your eyes on his the entire time. You didn’t falter when he added his second finger, nor when he curled his fingers against that spot inside you, nor when his thumb pressed down firmly on your clit.

He pressed one hand down on your shoulder, a cue to lie back. After you had obliged, he pulled his fingers out of you and told you to open your mouth. You instantly did so, closing around his fingers as soon as they were in your reach.

He pressed his fingers down and kept going until your body jerked and the noise of you gagging echoed in the room. “I wanna see those beautiful lips wrapped around my cock, baby girl.”

You eagerly sat up, still sucking on his fingers as you pulled his belt apart, yanked the button of his pants open, and tore down the zipper. Glancing up at him to look for any signs that you didn’t have his permission to proceed, you pushed his pants and boxers down cautiously until his cock was out.

He pulled his fingers from your mouth and nodded. “Go ahead, baby.”

You moved back on the bed and situated yourself onto your stomach, propping up on your elbows. One hand wrapped around his hard length and you let the tip of your tongue come out to catch the precum dripping from his tip.

He released a shaky breath, hands at his sides because he wanted you running the show. For a while, a least. He didn’t want to guide you, he wanted to see how exactly you were going to make up for your slight misstep at the party.

You ran your tongue up his shaft lightly, feigning that whole soft act that you knew he loved. It wasn’t so much an act, but you had been bent over his desk, hair pulled, ass spanked, both holes thoroughly used. But you liked soft, too. You liked slow and gentle mornings, whispered words, careful touching. You liked whatever he wanted to give you.

You closed your lips around just the head of his cock and sucked. Unlike all other men you had been with, Andy was as patient as a saint. He loved when you teased him. Once, he had you edge him with your mouth for nearly an hour and thinking about how he fucked you after still made your toes curl.

His eyes closed and he sighed. “Fuck, baby.” His hand lightly settled on the back of your head. “So good, I could fuck your mouth for the rest of my life.” He didn’t push you down, he just ran his hand through your hair over and over because he knew how much you liked him to play with your hair.

But then his hold tightened and he pulled you off, much to your dismay. He noted your pout and pleading eyes but was kind enough not to taunt you about them. “Get on your back, sweetheart.”

You knew what he wanted as soon as he stepped away. You quickly climbed up toward the edge of the bed and rolled over, bending your neck over the mattress. You automatically opened your mouth for him, but he placed his hands on your shoulders first.

“Relax.” He leaned over and ran his hands along your arms, setting them on the mattress. He pressed your thighs down, waiting until you had lost all the tension in your body. He curled his hand around his length and stroked several times with a loose hand and a slow pace.

You watched in utter fascination. It never failed to get you wet when Andy showed so much control, over himself, over you. He was in charge of every little thing and you could tell that he got off on that. Every time he reached the head of his cock, he would press down so slightly, so close to your lips but just not enough.

“Andy,” you whispered. “Please.”

He smirked again. “Open your mouth for me.” And as soon as you did, he was slowly sliding in. He was slow at first, keeping his hips still as he slipped the straps of your bralette past your shoulders. He rolled the remaining material down until your breasts were exposed and squeezed them in his hands.

You pressed your thighs together, arching up into his hands more. You tried to relax your throat for him, knowing he was only stopping to give you a moment to prepare.

He pinched your nipples painfully and didn’t stop until you whined. He loved feeling you make that sound when his cock was down your throat, and the deep breaths as the pain faded away. Again, he tortured your nipples between his thumb and forefinger, yanked a little, until you were squirming all around the bed, making these noises around him that he rarely ever heard, your eyes filled with tears.

He leaned over quickly, releasing your breasts so he could give them both a brief kiss. You closed your eyes, humming in satisfaction. He took his time sinking his teeth into your sore, erect nipples and you squealed both times, back arching again. His tongue rolled over your stinging skin and you tilted your head eagerly, attempting to take more of him.

Sometimes, it was enough to get him naturally high, how much power he had over you, your body. He could hurt you and you would thank him; he could turn around and give you just a second of gentleness and you looked at him like you’d never loved anyone as much as you loved him. You claimed that, quite often. Andy wasn’t sure if he believed that, not because he didn’t trust you but because he wasn’t wired to think of himself as special in any way. Why you treated him like he was, was confusing to him at times.

But you were special, so fucking special. You were smart and funny, and so kind to every single person you encountered. It was a nice change from the environment he regularly found himself in. That was what you were supposed to be—a breath of fresh air from his hard life. You were not supposed to become his only source of oxygen, yet there he was. It didn’t seem he was reliant on you because Andy wasn’t comfortable expressing reliance on anyone, but he knew he was.

He stood and watched your body move with those deep, sharp breaths you were taking. Abruptly, his hand whipped across one breast, then the other. You cried out, a nice vibration around him, and now you were quivering. It was so easy for him to play your body like this because you were just needy enough that anything would have given you pleasure. Another thing he knew, another thing that made him so damn cocky.

“Open your legs,” he told you and you parted your thighs. Again, he pulled aside your lace panties and pushed two of his fingers inside you. Your cunt was dripping, your arousal gushing out as his fingers thrust in, curled, searched for that spot that made your eyes roll back. The noise of it made his cock twitch.

Your pussy was throbbing, yearning for the release that only this man could give you. You didn’t care how he did it, you just needed Andy. Hands, mouth, cock, you would take anything he wanted you to have.

“Listen to that greedy pussy,” he directed, voice low and quiet. “So desperate to be filled and fucked. But by who, baby?”

Your stomach twisted at not being able to answer him. That was why he asked when you had your mouth full of him, because if you could speak, you would blurt out reassurances that it was only him.

“Me?” he pressed.

You spoke, despite knowing it was going to sound like nonsense.

“And no one else?”

You were quick with your denial. And maybe, by now, since his cock was always in your mouth, he was a professional at understanding what you were saying. Or possibly, it was just the look in your eyes.

“You sure, baby?”

Once more, your voice came out muffled but hurried, almost panicked. He had to know that you didn’t even think about anyone else. He had to know that you thought he was the most beautiful man in the world.

He dragged his free hand up your body and it settled over your neck. Finally, he pulled out from your mouth only to thrust back in harshly. You choked, your throat contracting around him while he massaged his thumb and finger over your pulse points. He let you breathe through it before he started rocking his hips ever so slightly. You could feel him moving along your tongue and your cheeks, but they were small motions.

You always loved this position; it was easier to take all of him. It was easier to breathe on your back with your chest open, and, unlike being on your knees, it left you open for him.

He leaned forward slightly, pressing one hand off to the side of the bed while the other reached between your legs. His fingers danced along your skin without any real intent, but occasionally, he would touch your clit.

You were reaching for any part of him you could touch. Your hands mindlessly grasped at his back and kept slipping off because of his shirt. You couldn’t ask but you wanted it off. He felt your hands working open his buttons and decided to let you have something. He was going to take and take tonight, he could give you a little.

He stood up and loosened his tie enough to pull it off, then shrugged his shirt off. Once again, his palm settled to your neck. “You should see yourself right now. Shaking, wet, such a good girl.”

You reached up, gripping one hand in his pants, the other around the buckle of his belt and you pulled him in more until your throat was struggling.

“Easy, baby.” He took your hands off him, keeping a hold of one and placing the next back down on the bed. He pulled out carefully, dragging his hand up, and inch by inch, pushed back in. “You should see how deep I’m getting. I can see it right here.” The palm of his hand hovered over your skin, just enough that you could feel him, and he followed his cock again, letting you know how much of him you were taking.

It was a lot of him, not enough. And he was deep, but you needed more. You whined, a plea for him to move this along. He couldn’t want to drag this out, not after almost 18 days.

Again, he leaned over until he could touch you. His hips moved steadily, a controlled move that matched how strategically he was working your cunt, everywhere but the most sensitive part of you.

You hated that you couldn’t beg, but it wasn’t as if he didn’t know. It wasn’t as if you weren’t shaking or if your cunt wasn’t clenching desperately, you knew if he couldn’t feel it, he could at least see it. This went on for several moments, he was proud of how well you were taking him, and wanted to give you some type of award.

You were more than just caught off guard when you felt his lips against one of your thighs. Fuck. He couldn’t, you wouldn’t last long. But he went on, scattering kisses over your thighs, fucking your mouth just a fraction harder as he grew closer to your pussy.

As he licked down from your clit to your entrance, your eyes rolled back. Your hips jumped off the bed and one of his hands held you down in response. You were trembling, whining utter nonsense.

Several times, his tongue ran through you and you’d been so worked up, so wet and frustrated since he’d pulled you out of the party, since he hadn’t fucked you in a while, and this was just happening too fast. You wanted to focus on him, you wanted to apologize in the best way you knew how.

You tried to push him back with your hands on his thighs, but you were nowhere near strong enough.

He turned his head to kiss your thigh again. His hips stilled, most of his cock out of your mouth just in case. “Do you need a moment, baby?”

You debated. If you actually made him stop, made him pull out even if just for a second solely so you could ask him not to make you come...he would be outraged. He might even turn you over and spank you. But he also might not let you come at all. You would die, you knew you would.

You let your hands fall away.

“You okay?”

You hummed slowly, comfortably.

Still, one hand settled on your hip bone to keep you from moving, the other you felt on the back of your thigh close to your ass. He kissed your pussy slowly, sucking at your skin just a little, but not your clit, not yet.

He was careful as he began fucking your mouth again, worried he had pushed you too far. He waited until he was sure you were okay before he sucked your clit between his lips and slipped two fingers into you.

You whined around him as your body shuddered.

He kissed you again, several times to get you to calm down. “It’s okay, baby girl. Be a good girl for me.”

So, you understood, he realized that you wanted to object to this, but Andy was the greediest man you had ever had in bed. You weren’t surprised that he just didn’t care. You found it hard to mind as he began fucking his fingers in and out of you, sloppy, wet noises echoing around the room.

He was sucking again and you were desperately clutching at any part of him you could, his sides, his legs. You weren’t pushing him away now, you were pulling him in.

You were so close, your body arching up as much as it could. You felt tension building in every part of your body. Your own hands came up to your breasts mostly because you knew he would feel your hands moving underneath him.

“Fuck,” he cursed. He left your cunt neglected of his mouth for several moments, only using his fingers, as his cock drove down your throat hard.

You were choking loudly, your body again moving wildly as you gagged. It couldn’t have been more than a few times but they were determined thrusts, you were sure he was going to come in your mouth.

Instead, he pulled out completely and you whined shortly. You didn’t want him to go, but you couldn’t say that. All you could do was try to catch your breath. He didn’t even give you a moment to protest before his face was buried in your cunt.

In seconds, you were a mewling, moaning mess for him. Your body was so tight, so full of unbearable tension. You were shaking, sweating, your pussy was loud and soaking wet and you knew you were dripping everywhere, on him, on the bed.

He didn’t tease, he wanted to let you come because he wanted you coming all night. His favorite form of punishment was too much of a good thing, not withholding how much he enjoyed touching you.

You finished with a scream loud enough that the neighbors probably heard. Again.

Andy touched you through it until you stopped moving, save for the shaking aftershocks when he got a tad too close to your clit. When you were loose and sated on the bed, he started to sit you up.

You quickly turned to him, grasping his face. “I love you, only you.”

“I know, sweetheart.”

“I would never look at anyone else.”

“I believe you.” Even if he didn’t, this was not the place to voice that. This...state he got you in when he was this dominant, this demanding, was not completely unlike you. It was just a very obedient, sensitive version of you that he knew he had to be careful with. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt your feelings.

He touched your face and that was when you realized you were crying, he was wiping away your tears. It was either from your finish or from choking on him, you weren’t completely sure. “You’re okay?”

You nodded quickly. “I’m okay.”

He kissed your forehead and you felt hot. As if what you two were just doing wasn’t filthy, this was what made your heart beat faster and gave you those butterflies in your stomach.

He pulled back and kept hold of your face. “What does my baby girl want?”

“I want to feel you inside me.”

As his lips met yours, he began removing all the remaining clothing on either of your bodies. He moved you up the bed until he could lay your head on a pillow and then positioned himself over you.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he promised. “Keep saying it.”

As he carefully pushed into you, you continued to tell him you love him. You stared at him the whole time, willing your body to relax for him. He didn’t like it when you got so worked up, especially over the games he played in the bedroom. The thing with Neal was bad but it was over and you knew he wasn’t mad at you. He wouldn’t fuck you like this if he was.

You clutched onto his shoulders, trying to hold him as close to you as you possibly could. He was the one that grabbed your legs and cued you to wrap them around his body. His cock sliding into your pussy was a feeling you couldn’t understand why he’d left you deprived of.

Once his hips were settled against your thighs and he was completely buried inside you, you reached up to his face. You loved his cheekbones, you could trace them with your touch for days if he let you. And his beard, you loved feeling his beard under your fingertips.

He let you do this, explore him as if you could possibly forget anything after all the other times you did it. You remembered the first time he fucked you, you couldn’t stop staring, you couldn’t stop touching—he was so painfully beautiful. He was so patient with you, always had been, and now, despite how badly you felt his need to move, to fuck you, he was going to wait for you to be ready.

“You did this on purpose,” you muttered.

“Did what?”

“You didn’t fuck me. For 17 days. You…wanted me to make a scene—”

“That’s a pretty serious accusation.”

“I could take it to court and win,” you countered.

He smirked. “Could you? What’s my motive?”

“You like being possessive. You like dragging me out of places, you like bringing me home, you like reminding me who I belong to.”

“And were you reminded?”

“No one really belongs to anyone or anything at the end of the day—”

“No,” he interjected, tone sharp. You always liked that tone. “You belong to me.”

“Maybe…”

“You are mine,” he repeated. “And you’re going to say it or we’re going to have a long night.”

“I will say it if you admit this was your plan all along.”

“You think I wanted you to flirt with Neal?”

Your stomach flipped. “I wasn’t—”

He nodded, placing a hand on your shoulder. “I know, I didn’t mean to word it like that. I know you weren’t—”

You felt slightly like you were about to panic. Flirting with Neal? No. “Never, I would never—”

He shushed you. “I know, baby. I know you wouldn’t because you are a good girl. I promise I know that.”

You settled somewhat but that lingering feeling in the pit of your stomach was hard to ignore. Flirting with Neal? You couldn’t bear him thinking you would ever do that to him. Flirting in general with people Andy felt indifferent to was off the table unless you wanted to placate his desires. Certainly, he had to know that.

“I wanted to hear you beg,” he insisted. “That was what I wanted. I wanted honest begging because you are so fucking beautiful begging for my cock.”

You huffed. “Well, you should have asked.”

“I didn’t want to have to ask.”

“You could have given me a hint. I was going around your party trying to get your attention—”

“You had it, you always do. Now, tell me who you belong to.”

“I think we all belong to the stars.”

“No,” he sighed.

“Or the moon, people who experience menstruation especially. The moon controls us, it’s been studied by scientists. There are articles.”

“Scientific articles do not support that,” he asserted and you couldn’t help but laugh. Andy was exact. He didn’t believe in anything he couldn’t see or that couldn’t be proven. Even now, inside you, he couldn’t turn that part of his brain off.

“Baby,” he sighed as his hand came up to curl around your neck. It just rested there, a heavy reminder of all the times in the past he had held you like that, or those other times when he applied just the right amount of pressure. “I want to fuck you, I want to make you cry, I want you to be shaking after I’m done with you, I want to fill you up with my cum. Don’t you want that?”

You nodded, once again turned on beyond comprehension.

“Then be good and say what I want you to say. Don’t make me make you say it.”

“What if I want you to make me?”

“You don’t.”

Andy’s punishments were always so elaborate and such a blur. He knew how to reduce you to nothing but need, and you needed him so badly sometimes. He loved seeing you like that, but he didn’t always like taking you there. He knew how careful he needed to be during and after, so he reserved it for major misbehavior.

You brought one hand up and set it on his forearm. You could feel his skin and his muscles. “I belong to you.”

Just barely, as he stared at your face, his hold tightened. Your breath stuttered but you made sure not to get too worked up too soon. You didn’t want him to have to stop before he finished inside you.

“That can never happen again, baby.”

“I know. It never will. I’m so—”

He tightened his hand again. “Don’t say sorry.”

You didn’t understand why he wouldn’t let you say the one word you so badly needed to say.

“I don’t blame you, sweetheart, I’m just saying…it can’t happen again.”

You caught the lead of his tone. “But what if it does?”

“I might have to make sure he knows that you’re mine.”

You wanted him to let the whole world know. You knew he saw your eyes light up because he smirked. “How would you do that?”

“I might have to let him see how I fuck you. I might have to show him how I can make you beg for me, or how willingly you bend over when I’m going to spank you. I might have to show him how wet you get after I mark up your ass, maybe how whiny you get when my hand is around your throat. But maybe I’ll just have to send him the video I’ve been recording tonight, how well you can suck my cock, how badly you want to.”

You were stunned for a moment—recording? Where was the camera? The idea of Andy recording you was such a turn on. You loved making videos for him, but you’d always wanted to see one where he was with you. “You’ve been recording?”

“Would you be okay with that if I was?”

“Yes. I want to watch you fuck me.”

“You’re such a good girl.” He pulled his hips back once and then snapped up noisily, pulling a moan from your throat. “You know how much I love that sound? When you can hardly breathe but you still make all those noises you know I want to hear.”

He leaned in to kiss you, hips stilled, hand still wrapped around your neck. It was brief, a reward, a reminder. You were being good and he loved you, but he was going to fuck you.

You broke away, nodding to let him know you were ready, that you wanted this. “Please.”

He rolled over so you were on top of him. He kept his hold on your neck to keep you sitting up and used his opposite hand to grab your ass. After he kneaded your skin hard enough he knew it would bruise, he spanked you loudly, harshly. Your body jerk forward, taking him in deeper than you knew was possible.

You whined, trying to pull back a little. He gripped your ass again and held you there. It was painful but exciting, you wanted him to push your limits tonight. He so rarely did, concerned with pleasing you second and treating you delicate first.

He let you go only to spank your other ass cheek. Again, you moved forward and you felt fuller than you ever had. You ached between your legs, almost uncomfortably but the idea of having him this deep in your body was making you wetter by the second. You were dripping, you could see how wet his skin was, how much of a mess he was making of your pussy.

“Ride me, sweetheart.”

You found a comfortable position, your hands on either side of his waist in the mattress. He settled his arm between your breasts so he could still see them moving as you began jerking your hips back and forth. They were sharp, abrupt movements because you wanted to come so bad, you could hardly think of anything else. Save for your disbelief over the fact that he was making you do this yourself. But you didn’t argue because the last thing you wanted was punishment for talking back.

He closed his hand more, every sound you made was short and strangled. You moved faster, knowing he was closer when he choked you harder. His free hand took one of your breasts. He was so delicate at first, a gentle, slow touch before he was pinching your nipple so hard you were whining. He smacked your breast and you shuddered, nearly falling forward onto him, but he kept you up. Mostly because he wanted to do it again to your other breast.

Every slap against your breasts—loud and stinging, always surprising because he didn’t want you to have the comfort of a pattern—was pushing you closer to your orgasm. You were mindlessly bouncing on his cock, uncaring of the pain you felt every time you came down just a little too hard for how big he was. You felt like an animal, like you were simply a victim to your body’s depraved, primal desires.

You finished first, screaming things you would be impressed if he actually understood. You could cry, the tension built over days was finally all gone.

He rolled over once more, taking his spot on top again.

You clung to him, legs and arms, pulling him in like you would die if he wasn’t close enough. You needed to feel his whole body against yours.

“Hear that, baby?”

Oh, you heard. You’d been trying to ignore it, but of course, not if Andy had any say in it.

“Hear how wet your pussy is?”

So wet. Every time he pulled out and pushed in, the noise would fill the room. You only nodded.

Since you were wrapped around him so tightly, it wasn’t difficult for him to grab your hip and move you up the bed with him. He set you against the headboard, the pillows under the small of your back, propping you up for him.

He was on his knees now for more leverage. You knew he was going to fuck you hard. “Look at this, baby.” He slowly pulled out and you turned down to watch. “See how messy you’re getting my cock?”

“Yes,” you whined.

He grabbed his cock, used it to drag up and down your cunt several times.

“Andy, please.”

He shushed you, a slow, calm action that contrasted when he smacked the head of his cock against your clit.

You gasped and your hips jerked forward.

“Stay still,” he warned.

He did it over and over, and enjoyed watching you fail at trying to stay seated on the bed. He thrust in completely, quick and hard, only to pull out and smack your clit again. This was his routine for what felt like an agonizing hour, but you knew it was nowhere near that long. You knew even he didn’t have that kind of patience.

You cried out when he finally buried himself inside you again. As he pushed forward, he pulled you down. His fingers found your clit and you were soon tumbling over that edge once more.

As he finished, he pulled you on top of him, lying back on the bed. One arm wrapped tight around your back to pin you against his chest, his opposite hand tangled in your hair tightly. He hid his face in the bend of your neck, grunting as his hips continued to rock just slightly.

He kept you there for several long moments until he had completely satisfied himself. You were intoxicated being this close to him. You angled your head as much as you could and kissed the side of his face.

He turned over, setting you on the bed as he pulled out. You watched him curiously, moving to sit up with him. He made a disapproving noise and you laid back again. Once again, he made his way to the dresser and grabbed his phone.

“You were seriously recording?”

He arched an eyebrow. “Do I usually bluff?”

Nope, never.

“Now I have a reference if you ever forget how a good girl is supposed to act.”

You suppressed an eye roll.

“Open your legs.” He came closer, directing the camera at your pussy. He touched you, spreading his cum all over your skin, rubbing circles around your clit, just barely dipping his fingers into you.

You watched his face the whole time. You loved how much Andy loved you and when he stared at you after fucking you, it was hard to miss. He was obsessed with you and he never minded showing it.

For almost a month, you watched that video every day. You were fascinated by him, the way he moved, the way he touched you. After that, you started wanting to record more and Andy never minded.

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revirushifaa · 3 years

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A female adult MC presenting positive pregnancy tests to the brothers and their reactions please! Thank you!

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Awww, how cute! Bros be Papas now <333

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You Are Gonna Be a Father

Lucifer and MC:

*He's in his study once again full with paperwork, when there's knocks in his door. Pauses for a moment and calls out.

"Come in, it's open."

*MC comes in and he immediately smiles, seeing his lover,

"Hello, my love, came to visit me?"

"Luci dear, there's something I must tell you..."

*Moments of curiousity with Lucifer as MC comes in and presents him a tube. The demon furrows his brows when he sees it, not sure what that meant.

"You're gonna be a father, Luci!"

*His pen falls from his hand and he's in shock. Blinks several time, the new information not processing quick. A father? A... a father?!

*For moments there is an awkward silence in the room and MC believes he's not thrilled and she's worried that he doesn't like the sound of it.

*However, pride be forgotten, Lucifer rises from his chair and engulfs MC in his arms spinning her around and looking overjoyed, like a child on Christmas Eve.

"Oh, these are the best news I've heard, can't wait for my firstborn to come!"

*Doesn't shut up for the next nine months about his firstborn. Papa Luci is happy Papa.

Mammon and MC:

*Is planning what to steal next from his brothers so he can sell it and gain more grimm. He's stopped however by MC.

"Hello, gold. What's up?"

"Mammon, darling. We need to talk."

*He hasn't done anything wrong, please don't start lecturing him too, he's had enough of Lucifer's lectures to have his lover also doing that.

*But he blinks when he's shown a tube. What is this? He has no idea until MC speaks up.

"You're gonna be a father, Mammon."

*The whole world stops spinning for a moment. ...Father...? Him a father? A-are you trying to mess with him?

"Umm, come again, goldy locks?"

"I have a baby forming inside me, you managed this and we'll have a family out of us. Mammon... you made this possible."

*Drops everything he's intending to sell and hugs his lover as tight as possible, enough to raise her up the ground, he's crying happy tears actually.

"Goldy locks, sweetums, that's great! There's gonna be a Mini Mammon here!!"

*And for the next nine months his brags about 'Mini Mammon' and brings the baby up to every conversation, he's gotta be a proud papa.

Leviathan and MC:

*He's there in his own world, playing a game that just came recently, he hears the door knock, but he doesn't demand the password, he knows by the rythym of the knocks, it's his lover.

"Come in, sugarcube. It's open, join me in a game!"

*MC enters and walks over to him, with a smile on. Levi wonders why she is so happy.

"Levi... got news for you."

*She pulls out a tube and hands over to Levi who's lost in the clouds. What is this? This doesn't look like one of those mini console games.

"Um... sugarcube, I might not be good at normie's stuff. You're not a normie of course! I mean the normie world's stuff in general."

"You're gonna be a father, Lebaby!"

*Uh.... he's sent into a frozen state, his console drops from his hold and he opens and closes his mouth like a fish out of the water.

*It takes a long while for him to react from this new information. He locks his gaze on MC's and puts his hands on her shoulders.

"Sugarcube, are you telling me...?"

"There's a blessing growing inside me, and you're the result of it. I'm so happy to have such blessing inside me."

*Ok, that's enough to put him out of unease and start hugging his lover close, in his own way telling her how much this has put him happy, while still unsure if he's gonna make a good father.

*He builds up the nursery ocean-themed and is certain that his child is going to be an otaku just like it. During nine months he's worked harder to achieve this.

Satan and MC:

*Reading as always, the Avatar of Wrath sits on the library when MC enters the library and she covers his eyes from behind. Knowing that his lover does this all the time, he doesn't go on alert.

"Hello, kitten. Nice surprise as always."

"I have an even better surprise, mon chaton."

*She gives him a tube and he blinks at it, eyes widening as he has a bit of a clue of what this is all about.

"Kitten, don't tell me...?!"

"Correct, you're gonna be a father, Satan!"

*His book falls off his hold and he stands up, quickly pulling MC into his hold. There's a warm look on his face.

"Wonderful news, kitten. Let me give you a surprise of my own."

*He kisses her and shows her how happy he is. For one he did want to try a family with his beloved, wishes always are granted and now his wish is granted. He'll have a family of his own. He reads anything, so he's read a book on child care so, he's prepared.

*During the next nine months he's reading to his beloved pregnant tummy, puts his ear on it and calls his to-be born firstborn 'his kittling'. Super happy cat Papa.

Asmodeus and MC:

*The beauty of the house is once again taking care of his image, with the most high-class beauty products.

"Beautiful? Can I enter?"

"Why, of course, my darling, enter. My room is your room too, after all we're married!"

*She enters and presents Asmo with the tube and he cocks his head to the side. Was this a tube of cream for his perfect skin?

"Is this for my skin, dear?"

"*giggles* No, silly! You're gonna be a father!"

*Asmo.exe has stopped working. What... what...?! Father? Him?!

"Is this true?! I'm gonna have a child with my ethereal beauty? Oh sweetie... *sobs*"

*MC cleans up his happy tears as he is the most emotional of all brothers. He's in a joyful moment there, he sobs as he hugs his beloved closer to him, getting his body wash cream all on her.

*He's there buying all the beauty products for babies even months before their birth but he just wants them to be just like him; beautiful. His firsborn gotta be just an Asmo Jr.

Beelzebub and MC:

*Is about to go to munch on whatever that there is in the kitchen when his beloved and runs up to him and hugs him ever so tightly.

*He smiles and hugs her back, nuzzling her and feeling like his meal will be wonderful because he has MC with him.

"Hey, Bite. Did you get good news on your medic appointment? I know how scared of the doctor you are, but I can only hope it went out good seeing your behavior."

"It did! Got some news for you, my sweet Gluttonous!"

*She pulls out a tube and lets the demon see it and she's wearing a very happy smile. But Beel doesn't catch up on it, what is this, a marshmallow? He opens his mouth about to take a bite of it.

"No! Beel this isn't food! You're gonna be a father!"

*What? For real? A little baby will be his. He of course knows babies can't be eaten, he wouldn't do that. He feels happy. He picks up his bride and twirls her around.

"This is the only think greater than food that I can think at the moment! I'll be a dad to our child. Let's celebrate it big!"

*Beel spends the next nine months saving food like a bear in hibernation but if he's firstborn is gonna be just as gluttonous as he is, then he must keep them fed and good. Of course only bottle of milk for the first months of their life.

Belphegor and MC:

*Haaah. Sleep, sleep. Sweet sleep. Though his sleep is interrupted by his beloved, gently nudging him awake. If she had something to tell him that was important, she's the only one allowed to wake him up.

"Hm? Oh it's you, pillow. What's up?"

*Slowly sits up, smiling gently at her, with sleepy eyes, waiting for her to speak up why she woke him up.

"Snoozy, Snoozy, there's something I must tell you before you go to bed! Ready? You're gonna be a father!"

*The news wake him up quickly, he's not nodding off anymore. He blinks and locks his gaze into her gaze.

"You mean...?"

"Yes, my sweetheart. A little one is forming inside me and they'll be ours in a few months."

*MC is attacked in a firm hug by a happy Belphie who feels the immense happiness now. Yes, he's happy, because he just got a family out of his dearest, these are wonderful news. His small one might be just like him in sleep, so it'll be quite nice to have a sleep buddy.

*Belphie then buys all pillows and soft blankets for his little one when they come to his life. Claiming that his baby needs the softest of beds to sleep. And to his credit, babies do sleep a lot, so just the perfect sleep buddy to ask.

#obey me #obey me imagines #obey me swd #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me female mc

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90spumkin · 3 years

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Have Yourself a Spooky Little Christmas

Summary: What the holidays are like with Spencer and your 5 year old son.

A/N: Well here it is. My first Christmas fic! I enjoyed writing this it made me all warm and happy. I don’t know who to give creds to for the pictures because I got it from google. Anyways I hope you all enjoy this, and message me if you would like to be added to my taglist or the taglist for a certain series just specify which one. Also this is kind of how i pictured Ronan while writing this. Let me know if any of the links throughout the fic are not working and I will fix them.

Pairing: dad!Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader

Warnings: lying to a child about Santa, the rest is just fluff

Word Count:1942

It had been a long day at the office. Pile upon piles of paperwork were coming in trying to get everything settled before the holidays. I had just curled up on the couch with my son Ronan to watch a Christmas movie, when the door of the apartment flies open and in comes my husband weighed down by shopping bags.

I instantly untangle myself from my blanket to go help him. As I make my way to him as I quickly as I can my dorky husband starts on one of his rants before I can even get a hello out.

“Y/n you are not gonna believe all the Christmas stuff I just found at that little Christmas store down the street. I was gonna surprise you guys with getting home early. Well as you can see, I got distracted.” Spencer giggled at himself and I stood staring at my husband still trying to process that my Halloween obsessed husband was actually excited about Christmas.

Don’t get me wrong we have always celebrated Christmas the 8 years we’ve been together, but we have never really gotten into the festivities of the holidays. Spencer was bent over rummaging through the bags he had dropped on the floor. He stood up with what looked like sweaters clutched in each hand a goofy grin on his face, “Where’s Ronan? I got us all matching Christmas sweaters!”

“Asleep on the couch. Spencer honey why on earth-?” I was cut off by Spencer walking away and gently shaking our son awake. There was a loud screech and yelling of “Daddy! Daddy you’re home!”

Ronan attacked his father, wrapping his arms around his neck. Spencer picked him up and walked back over towards me. He showed Ronan the sweaters and our son just thought that they were the best thing ever by the look on his face.

I looked down at the bags at my feet which contained way more Christmas decorations we had room for. Spencer noticed me looking and said, “I thought we could visit my mom this weekend and decorate her room with what we don’t use here.”

I thought my heart was gonna explode. This man is so caring and loving and I swear looking at him holding our son and love evident on his face I knew I would continue to love this man for the rest of my life. I nodded and smiled, “Oh course honey, of course.”

Spencer’s grin only grew. He started to bounce Ronan who giggled in return, “Who’s ready to decorate?” Ronan squealed in his arms and shouted, “MEEEEE!”

Spencer put him down and they grabbed the bags Spencer had dropped on the floor and raced to the living room where they dumped the bags contents on the couch.

I walk in a little less as excited knowing we still haven’t put the Halloween decorations away, “Spencer honey are you forgetting something?” He looks at me questioningly and I only point at the skeleton standing in the corner and the fake pumpkins lining the fireplace mantle. He smiles and gives me a wink, “Oh those are staying.” This of course draws out even more excitement from the little boy at his side. They are so much alike with their mop of brown curls, love of learning, and love of all things spooky. I just take it all in at stride and decide to set the mood with some Christmas music.

30 minutes pass and we have our tree up and tinsel lining the kitchen island. I begin to hum with the song playing as I place ornaments on the tree. Spencer and Ronan are in the process of placing lights and a Santa hat on our lovely skeleton friend. Ronan begins to sing while he works and decides to change the lyrics, “Have yourself a spooky little Christmas.” This makes his father so happy and from then on out we no longer say Merry Christmas.

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A week or so passed since we decorated the house. We have not had time to do any other holiday festivities. Of course, Ronan wasn’t missing out due to all the Christmas things he gets to do in school.

It was the first day of the two weeks we get off for the holidays and I made the decision to celebrate and spend time with my little family as much as I possibly could. About the time I had made this said decision, the apartment door flew open and was followed by the pitter patter of little feet and the laugh of my husband.

They came into the kitchen where I had been since they left to get breakfast. Ronan had a serious look on his face as he said, “Mommy, we need to leave right now!”

I was a little concerned, but one look at Spencer’s face told me all I needed to know. They had concocted a plan and it all started with this conversation with my favorite little boy.

“Oh, we do? And why is that honey?” I asked while trying not to let a smile slip and break my serious composer.

“If we don’t leave right now then we’ll miss Santa at the Christmas festival!”, he leans in and whispers the best he can, “If we miss Sant then Daddy will be grumpy and we don’t like him when he’s grumpy.”

Spencer of course still hears him, and snorts and I can’t hold back my smile any longer, “Oh we definitely don’t want that. Let me grab my coat.”

This brought a loud squeal from Ronan who launched himself into his father’s arm who also started to squeal in excitement.

Once we arrived at the festival my attention was locked on all the beautiful Christmas lights and decorations. There was breathy ‘wow’ to my right, and I looked to see the two most important people in my life staring at the lights and decorations with their eyes wide and mouths agape. They were both so mesmerized that I was able to catch the child like wonder on both their faces in a picture that I would cherish forever.

I had just enough time to put my phone away before Ronan snapped out of it and said, “Okay Mommy, Daddy. This is our game plan. First, we find hot chocolate. Second, find Santa.” He put his little hand in the air between us and we laid ours on top of his and as soon as he said “Break!” Spencer scooped him up and our little Christmas mission was ago.

We had managed to drink two cups of hot chocolate each by the time it was our turn with Santa. Ronan was so excited he could hardly stay still. When they told him, it was his turn he all but ran to sit in Santa’s lap. When Santa asked what he wanted for Christmas, Ronan thought for a moment and then leaned and whispered in his ear. Whatever he told Santa made him let out a gleeful ‘HO HO HO’.

Once we were a little ways away with Ronan holding mine and Spencer’s hands as we walked, he asked, “Would you guys like to know what I asked for?”

Spencer smiled down at him, “Only if you want to tell us buddy.”

“I asked for a little brother or little sister. I think I would be a good big brother.” He said with a huge smile. I looked at Spencer who was already looking at me. We smiled and said in unison, “You sure would.”.

We found a little café to have lunch and as we ate, I watched as Spencer and Ronan discussed where we would go next. I couldn’t help but to feel overwhelmed with love knowing my husband goes above and beyond for our son because he loves him so much, he wants him to have everything he didn’t as a child. And in return Ronan all but worshipped his father.

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It’s Christmas Eve and our apartment is full of laughter and flying flour. Spencer and Ronan’s chestnut curls look as if they have frosted tips. I let out a laugh at how cute they are, “You guys are a mess!”

“Mommy your hair is white too!” Ronan and Spencer snorted at my shocked reaction. I hadn’t realized how much I had been hit in the crossfire.

“Okay that’s it I am never letting you two back in the kitchen.” I said with a pointed look. This just caused a whine from both the boys. I of course responded with throwing more flour at them both.

Cookies were finally in the oven and I was able to talk the boys into helping me clean up the kitchen. Ronan was bringing me the dishes to put in the dishwasher and he seemed to be deep in thought. Spencer noticed this also and paused in wiping off the counter to ask, “Hey bud, what’s on your mind?”

Ronan handed me the bowl he was holding and turned towards his dad, “How does Santa visit us? We don’t have a chin tea.”

Spencer’s face twisted in confusion and then his genius brain caught up, “Oh chimney. Well me and Santa go way back. We grew up together, and so I gave him a key so he could make sure you got all your presents.”

Ronan smiled really big and made the ‘come here’ motion with his finger. Spencer squatted down in front of him and Ronan place his hand on Spencer’s cheek and said, “You are a very good Daddy.”

Tear swelled in Spencer’s eyes and he wrapped our little boy in a hug. All I could do was clutch my heart and smile with tears in my eyes. They stayed like that a few minutes until the oven timer went of and Ronan detached himself from Spencer and yelled, “COOKIES!”

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Waking up slowly, stretching with the sun shining through the window onto your face. That’s the ideal way to wake up. But that is not how Spencer and I woke up on Christmas Day.

I was brought out of my blissful sleep by a tiny foot in my rib cage which was connected to a little boy screaming, “SANT CAME! SANTA CAME!”

Spencer and I both groaned, but Spencer was awake a lot faster than I was. He scooped Ronan up and started running to the living room screaming a long with the boy in his arms. I followed close behind wondering how they have so much energy so early in the morning.

Once we were all in the living room Spencer started giving Ronan his gifts one at a time. After opening every gift Ronan would say, “This is the best present ever!”. This of course made us giggle.

Seeing the joy all over Ronan’s face and all over Spencer’s as he watched our son was the best gift I could have ever asked for.

After a long day of opening and playing with gifts we all curled up on the couch to watch Ronan’s favorite Christmas movie, A Nightmare Before Christmas. Ronan was curled up in my lap with his head on Spencer’s lap. Spencer looked at me then at the boy in our laps. I looked over at him as he was running a hand through Ronan’s curls in a calming manner. He looked at me and said with a smile, “I would never want to spend a spooky little Christmas with anyone else.” He kissed my head and I curled up into his side pulling our son closer to us. I never wanted Christmas to be over.

Taglist: @criminalmindzjunkie @brooklynxnicole @hendersonsshadow @homoose

#spencer reid #dr. spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid fic #fanfiction #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #dad spencer reid #christmas #christmas fic

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drawlfoy · 3 years

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Wonders of Ohio P.10

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pairing: draco x reader

request: no way

summary: american high school senior y/n y/l/n is in for a surprise when her british exchange student is a little...odd.

warnings (AYO please pay attention to these this time it’s not just swearing): swearing, underage drinking (no i do not condone this ig), beginning elements of smut but def not too explicit, i think you can consider it dubcon ?? if both people are drunk bc i don’t think you can actually consent if youre drunk (plz rest assured tho they are both 18 hehe)

a/n: “hey where did this come from” yeah so hey yall ive never written such an intense scene before but i’ve spent so much time w these characters that i decided i kind of had to. there’s no like...real sex in this and i don’t imagine that i’d describe it in this much detail if i ever decided to write it but um.. anyways. i hope y’all enjoy. thanks for suffering for this long ! i hope i’ve made it worth it

word count: 4k

music recs:

cloud 9 -- beach bunny

the adults are talking -- the strokes

anything from the strokes tbh

tags ! :) @gruffle1 @missmulti @cleopatera @hahaboop @accio-rogers @geeksareunique @eltanin-malfoy @war-sword @cams-lynn @itsivyberry @ayo-cowbelly @nerd-domland @yesnerdsblog @shizarianathania @evanstanfanatic @strawberriesonsummer @hariosborn @night-ving @straightzoinked @imintoodeeptostop @naiomimoonshard @jejegu @ophelia-enthusiast @alwaysbeanunknownfan @nearly-memories @litty-dumb @callieclearwater @malfoy-wife15 @charlenasaxen @belladaises @fiantomartell @writeandtranslate @erisdogwood @loveissupernatural @sycathorn-slush @big-galaxy-chaos

“Thank fucking god for the generator,” said Y/N as she flew around the kitchen, banging pots and pans together in her quest to make New Year’s Eve breakfast. Draco was sitting, unamused and completely silent, at the table. They’d been snowed in for a few days now with her parents nowhere near able to make it to the suburbs. For some reason, the entire city of Cincinnati had decided that the day before Christmas was the best time to schedule maintenance on literally every single one of their plows. “Can you imagine living here without heat? Or power? I’d die.”

Draco hummed in response. A glance over confirmed that he was deep in thought, a scarlet colored letter clutched firmly in his hand (hello, Nathaniel Hawthorne). Jealousy curdled inside of her as her thoughts turned to a dark place--it was Pansy, that Pansy Parkinson.

Knowing her intuition, she was probably his grandmother or something. Why else would she have written so many letters?

After she finished plating all of the pancakes, she allowed herself to sneak a peek at the envelope.

Astoria Greengrass

She frowned. Astoria? She’d never seen that name before.

“What is this?” asked Draco as he picked up his fork to poke at the pancake on his plate.

Y/N’s jaw dropped. “Have you never had a pancake before?”

“A pancake?” He gave his plate a stern look. “It looks...like a soggy pastry.”

“Fuck you, I made that,” responded Y/N. “Try it with butter and maple syrup. And then tell me it’s a soggy pastry.”

She took out her fork and knife, demonstrating very clearly what she meant as she spread butter over the top of her pancake. She’d learned that Draco was too proud to ask what she meant when she introduced him to American/muggle foods--the last time he tried to deduce something himself, he ended up pouring ketchup over the top of his hamburger bun instead of actually putting it on the patty.

A sense of satisfaction flowed into her as she saw him follow suit, spreading the warmed butter and dipping a cut piece in syrup. He raised it to his lips, taking a delicate bite.

“Americans really have this for breakfast?”

“Yeah…is something wrong?”

“Nothing. It’s just…” He grimaced. “This isn’t breakfast. This is dessert food.”

“God, your life must be so sad back home,” said Y/N. “What does your family make you eat--just straight unbuttered bread under the guise of it being a real breakfast food? Do they let you dip it in your unsweetened, weak tea if you’re good?”

He scoffed. “You have no idea how I live back at home.”

“And, judging from this conversation, I don’t have any desire to know any more.”

They ate in silence for the next few minutes. Y/N smiled when she saw Draco reach for a second pancake.

“Two desserts? Draco, I know it’s New Year’s, but don’t get too off the hinges,” she teased.

He rolled his eyes, but she could tell her was fighting back a smile. “Speaking of which, how do you celebrate New Year’s?”

Draco looked up and met her eyes. “Sorry?”

“How do you celebrate tonight? With your family or your friends, or your...whatever.” The cold reality of the fact that she did not really know if he was dating someone back home set in.

“Oh, I don’t usually. It’s not really a big thing in the magical community,” he mused, unaware of her sudden panic.

“Well,” she said. “I always celebrate New Year’s with my friends. I didn’t tell you this sooner because I didn’t think that you were going to be here, but I’m kind of hosting a party here tonight. With anyone who can walk here.”

“Oh.” He took a sip of his tea. “Will it be like the Halloween party at Sylvia’s?”

“What do you mean?” She smiled. “Do you mean, will there be drinking?”

He shrugged in response, avoiding eye contact.

“There definitely can be,” she continued, her smile widening. “Last year we played this dumb drinking game over this card game--if you lost, you took a shot. It was fun. We could do that again.”

She settled down to eat, digging into two of the pancakes. They were really good--she wasn’t Gordon Ramsay by any means, but she did breakfast food pretty well. But at the mention of her friends, a realization hit her. “Oh. Draco?”

He raised an eyebrow and met her eyes.

“Um, can I tell you something?”

He dipped his head in recognition while Y/N cleared her throat.

“So, um, I forgot about this,” she began, “but while you were gone, I kind of had to scramble to figure out what to tell everyone about why we were avoiding each other before you left. And why you left so suddenly and why I didn’t know.”

He was still watching her in curious silence.

“So, I really didn’t want to slip up or say anything about...you.” Y/N paused to take a sip of her tea, deciding to not try to look at Draco again. “So I decided to tell Sylvia and Lizzy that I told you my feelings for you and you didn’t return them.”

A clang startled her enough to look up. Draco was staring, completely frozen. His fork had fallen into the syrup on his plate, handle and all.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

“I mean, oh, fuck. Um.” She smiled at him, hoping it was going to distract from her audible stumble. “Obviously, I made it all up. I mean, both sides! But what’s important is that they bought it, and now they’re probably going to give you a little shit for not liking me ‘back’. So I’m sorry about that.”

“Made it all up, huh?” His voice had a surprisingly teasing lilt.

“Yes, that is in fact what I said,” she responded, hoping that her cheeks weren’t as red as they felt hot.

“Is it really now?”

“Draco!”

He rolled his eyes. “I’ll be back. I need a new fork.”

“Just wipe off the handle of the one you have now--Draco, why are you getting up? Stop!”

To her disappointment, none of her friends were able to show. Sylvia and Lizzy made a concerted effort to try and convince their family to let them brave the walk, but once another flurry started up outside, it was hopeless. Her face turned pink whenever she thought about the fact that she hadn’t even needed to tell Draco the thing that made her slip up in the first place.

Y/N, disappointed but not surprised, told Draco that she still wanted to celebrate, even if it was just with him. He’d snorted at this--asking her why she made it seem like such a burden--but once she produced a yellow glass bottle and a deck of cards and told him she bet that she was going to beat his sorry ass, he caved.

She started with a heavy lead, but once Draco learned the rules and strategies of the slightly convoluted Go Fish game, he proved to be a worthy match. They played until around 11:45 when the bottle was about 3/4 full and Y/N was feeling the pleasant warmth of being slightly intoxicated. Once she noticed the time, she threw her cards on the table.

“Let’s watch the ball drop,” Y/N said with no further explanation, even when Draco looked to her for one. She grabbed the bottle and his hand, pulling him up the stairs to her room. The remote control for her TV was a struggle to find--it was all the way tucked back in her nightstand drawer--but thankfully the channel was already set.

“You forgot the cups,” Draco said, staring down at the opened bottle held in his hand.

“You can get them if you want,” she managed.

“You should! You forgot them.”

“Too far,” she whined, flopping to lean back on her pillows while Draco followed suit. His hair smelled like peppermint. Without much more thought, she moved close enough that their shoulders were touching. He didn’t move away--instead, he lifted the bottle to his lips and took a drink directly.

“Your New Year’s traditions are weird as fuck,” he murmured as he watched Savannah Guthrie on the screen. He didn’t have to speak very loud for her to hear him, and it seemed like he knew this.

“Oh, you haven’t even heard it all yet,” said Y/N. “We’ve got a tradition to kiss someone going into the New Year. New Year’s kiss, I guess. I’m sure you can imagine the kind of drama that creates.”

“What d’you mean?”

“You don’t have to be dating to kiss someone, sometimes people just...do it. As friends.” Y/N reached over to the bottle and took a swig herself, feeling the warmth trickle down her throat.

“Take it easy,” he tutted, pulling the bottle away from her before taking another drink himself.

“Hey! Says you!”

“Because I can actually hold my liquor well,” he teased, giving her a shove.

“The fuck are you talking about?”

“You just kept getting worse and worse at whatever that game was,” he told her matter-of-factly.

“Give it here,” she said, reaching across his chest to where he was holding the bottle, out and above his head. She hoped he couldn’t tell how much this side of him filled her with glee. “That’s not fair!”

“Not fair, huh?” He raised an eyebrow and met her eyes as he held it up even further into the air. His voice was startlingly low. “So what are you gonna do about it?”

Before she could muster up a response, the TV began playing the audio for the New Year’s Countdown.

10!

Y/N wasn’t sure if she was supposed to answer--or if he was just...flirting?

He managed to set the bottle on her nightstand without taking his eyes off of her.

The hand she had used to reach across him with was now pressed into his side of the bed, supporting her as she hovered over him.

Without moving any part of her body, she dared to glance at his parted lips.

Maybe telling him about the kiss tradition was a stupid idea.

His hand, warm and soft, reached up to brush a piece of hair away from her cheekbone.

His fingers lingered on the outline of her jaw.

He was kissing her before the cheers from the TV even had the chance to bounce around the room, both hands cupping her face and pulling her in so desperately that it took her breath away.

Her hands found his shoulders, then the back of his neck, and then, eventually his hair. It was just as soft as she imagined it to be. They started out innocently enough--closed mouth kisses and only their hands touching each other above the shoulders--but once she tugged on his hair (mostly by accident) something...shifted.

Suddenly he was on top of her, and suddenly her leg was wrapped around him as he tilted his head, deepening the kiss. It occurred to her that this was no longer just a New Year’s kiss. He tasted of lemon and sugar--and was notably better at what he was doing than any of the people she’d kissed before. Or maybe it was the alcohol clouding her judgement. Regardless, she liked whatever was going on. His hands had drifted from her face to her neck to her hair to her shoulder, gently tracing the outline of her bra strap. She brushed her hand down his chest, pulling gently at the collar on his shirt. Only when his leg pressed up into her and her breath hitched did she realize the weight of their situation.

The way he pulled away to hover over her signaled that he’d had the same revelation, his eyes wide as he stared down at her. “Um…”

“Yeah?” Dread crept into her despite the pleasant haze she was in.

He swallowed, hard. “I can’t believe I did that.”

Draco was on the other side of the bed in seconds, wringing his hands and keeping his eyes fixed on her floor. “Oh, my god, I can’t believe I did that. I’m sorry. I’m drunk and I’m not thinking straight. I’m so sorry.”

“Is something wrong?” She didn’t know if he wanted her to touch him, but she wanted so badly to place a steadying hand on his shoulder. “Did you not want...it?”

He scoffed and turned his gaze up to the ceiling. “I had too much to drink. I’m sorry.”

“Oh.” Y/N felt the blood drain from her face as she fell back on the bed.

That’s all it was. A drunken mistake.

Tears pricked at her eyes as she surveyed her options. Despite the fact that she was drunk off her ass, she knew she couldn’t just tell him to leave without making her feelings clear. She never explicitly told him that she wanted him and it wasn’t like she moaned his name or anything--thank god--but what other option did she have? She didn’t want to cry in front of him, and if he stayed in her room any longer he would without a doubt witness her alcohol induced cry fest.

NBC finally switched to ads, and Y/N granted herself permission to mourn the fact that Flo from Progressive would forever be ruined for her.

It was dark enough for her to quickly reach up and wipe her eyes undetected, granting her enough confidence to sit up and look at him directly. “You don’t get to just...kiss me like that. I hope you know that.”

“I know,” he said. His hands were clasped tightly together and rested on his nose. “Fuck. Of course I know.”

“But you can tell me you meant it to be just as friends,” she told him, hoping he couldn’t see how hard she was fighting back a new wave of tears.

“As friends,” he repeated, his tone flat.

“As friends,” she said.

“I don’t think either of us are daft enough to believe that.”

Her stomach twisted. “What do you mean?”

“Maybe things are different in America, but I don’t see you doing that sort of thing with Lizzy.”

“We can forget about this. It’s fine. I know you regret it.”

He exhaled, his breath long and shaky. “I didn’t stop because I regretted it.”

“Then why did you?”

“Because…”

“Is it because I’m a muggle?” His silence was everything she needed for an answer. “Okay. I had a feeling.”

“Y/N, it’s not like...I don’t know how to explain it.” He still wouldn’t make eye contact with her. “I just don’t know what to do.”

“About what?”

“About this!” he said, dramatically gesturing to her. “About everything!”

“I don’t understand.” The tears began pricking in the corners of her eyes again despite her best efforts.

Draco finally looked at her. She was shocked by how genuinely distressed he looked--the last time he looked at her like this, she’d been laying on the ground outside of the antique sore. “I don’t expect you to.”

His tone was low, careful. He was holding back.

“Can you just tell me how you feel about me, then? Just so I know?”

“It’s not that--” He stopped himself, sucking in another breath before he continued. “I shouldn’t. It’s not right of me.” He groaned, flopping onto his back and covering his face. “This wasn’t supposed to happen.”

“Hey,” Y/N said, reaching out to awkwardly pat his shoulder. “I meant it when I said that we could just forget about it. We’re friends, Draco. Just friends. I know you didn’t mean it. Let’s just pretend this never happened, ok?”

He was quiet for a bit before responding. “Did you...want me to kiss you? Did I make you uncomfortable?”

“Uncomfortable?”

“As in, did you want me to stop?”

“Oh.” Y/N cracked her knuckles. “You didn’t violate me if you’re asking to gauge how guilty you should be.”

“I’m glad to hear that, but that’s not why I’m asking.”

“Okay,” she said simply. He was still laying in her bed, and she hated the fact that her bed was going to smell like him until she washed everything.

“So?” He raised an eyebrow. “You didn’t answer.”

“We’re friends, Draco.” She sent him a weak smile as she repeated her previous sentiment. “I trust you, so you didn’t make me uncomfortable.”

She was aware of the fact that her sentence didn’t exactly track, but she wasn’t particularly concerned with the literary quality of her speech.

“That still doesn’t answer my other question.”

“I…” She felt her throat dry up. “I want--I wanted you to kiss me. I’ve wanted you to kiss me for a while now.”

At this, he finally sat up and looked her in the eyes. She thought she could see the briefest glint of relief pass over his face before he managed to rein it back to a neutral expression.

“Did you want to kiss me?”

“I was the one who kissed you, not the other way around, yeah?”

“That still doesn’t answer my question,” she snipped, hoping he caught on to her mocking. She’d missed sparring with him.

“Yes, I kissed you because I wanted to, not for some weird ulterior motive,” he responded, rolling his eyes despite the fact that his cheeks were clearly very pink, even in her dimly lit room. “Though I agree it’s best if we just stayed friends.”

“Yeah.” She felt her face fall, but she managed to catch it before she looked too devastated. “It’s all water under the bridge. Now we know not to drink together again.”

“That too.” He shifted, clearing his throat before making eye contact with her again with an uncharacteristically soft expression. “But the damage is already done, I suppose?”

“I suppose,” she echoed. “You wanted to kiss me? Actually?”

“Should we really talk about this? After what we just said about staying friends?”

“We’re going to feel regret tomorrow morning no matter what we do now, “ said Y/N. “Might as well.”

He smiled one of his rare smiles--the ones where his eyes went all soft and he dipped his head to hide it. “Yes. I really do. Want to kiss you, that is.”

“I really want you to kiss me,” she blurted out before slapping her hand over her mouth in shock. “Fuck. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that out loud.”

His smile morphed into more of a smirk as he crept closer, his hand resting on top of her knee. “So can I do it again?”

“Draco…” She sighed.

“The damage is already done,” he repeated as he reached his hand up to brush a lock of her hair behind her ear, his fingers dragging down her neck. The smug look that formed on his face after she drew a quick breath in confirmed that he knew what he was doing, that fucker. “You said it yourself--we’re just friends.”

“I’m going to hate myself in the morning if I say yes.”

Draco’s hand drifted over her jaw, his thumb pausing to trace over her bottom lip. “You can hate me instead.”

This time, it didn’t surprise her so much when he leaned in. He was notably less desperate, taking time to draw breaths in between kisses and lacing his fingers through hers, squeezing. Once he seemed satisfied, he lifted her chin and brushed the hair away from her neck, kissing down from her jaw to her collarbone. She shivered, and he drew her closer by wrapping his arms around her until she was sitting on his lap.

“Wow, you’re such a good friend, Draco,” she managed to joke. She could feel the smirk that formed on his lips as it passed over her clavicle.

“Shut up.” His teeth grazed over her delicate skin before he sucked, eliciting a gasp from her. She could feel him smile again.

His hands teased the bottom hemline of her sweater, his fingers tangling in the fabric but not moving it. She sucked in a breath, feeling his hands ghost over her skin.

“Are you okay with…”

“Yes!” The answer came out much quicker than she would’ve liked, but the grin on Draco’s face made it completely worth the momentary embarrassment as he helped her out of the thick cable-knit sweater. “Now is your chance to dote on me and tell me how beautiful I am. As a friend, of course.”

“You stole the words right out of my mouth,” he said. He looked like he was positively glowing as she smiled and leaned in to kiss him, slow and deep. His hands found her back and hesitated over her bra clasp.

Before he had a chance to do anything, Y/N started fiddling with the buttons on his white shirt, successfully undoing the first two before she noticed that Draco had frozen completely.

“Is something wrong?”

“Kind of,” he said. “Maybe...not now, okay?”

“I had a feeling that was too much,” she admitted, reaching for her top before realizing he’d tossed it across her bedroom floor and suddenly feeling very exposed.

“It’s not that…” he said, trailing off. “I just...should probably tell you some things before my shirt comes off. And I don’t think tonight is the best time for that.”

“Oh.” Y/N tried to make herself look like she understood whatever he was on about. “Yeah, of course. Oh! Is it about that tattoo you tried to gaslight me into believing didn’t exist?”

“Y/N!” he exclaimed. “I didn’t gaslight you!”

“Here you go again,” she huffed. “I rest my case.”

“And I am not getting into that now,” he said. “I didn’t want to talk about it for very good reason.”

She reached up to his shoulders, dragging her fingertips over his collarbones and watching as he gazed up at her. “That’s okay. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

The corners of his lips turned up at this, and she took the opportunity to press a chaste kiss on the edge of his mouth. “I think we should go to sleep. We have enough material to regret for tomorrow at this point. Any more and I think we’ll be getting greedy, so--”

Draco cut her off with one last kiss, his fingers splayed out across her back, pulling her impossibly close before finally releasing her.

“Agreed.” He let out a sigh before sliding her off him and standing up to grab her runaway sweater. “Do you want to sleep in this? Or do you want me to get you something else from your dresser while I’m up?”

“Um…” She was frozen at the prospect of him watching her change clothes. “Probably something else. Top left drawer--just pick whatever.”

He sifted through her piles of random T-shirts before settling on one with the UChicago logo and tossing it to her.

Y/N pulled it over her head, grateful for the fact that he wasn’t staring at her with only a black lace bra that barely did its job.

“So, uh, I think I should probably go then,” he said.

She fought the urge to ask him to stay. “Yeah, that’d be best.”

His mouth opened like he was about to say something, but he closed it and frowned. “So I guess this is goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Draco,” she replied. “I’ll look forward to agonizing over this in the morning.”

Once the sounds of his footsteps heading down the hall faded, she finally allowed herself to flop back onto her now Draco-scented sheets.

What the fuck just happened.

final a/n: hellooooooo ! it finally happened! i hope this didn’t seem rushed or unnatural to you guys but like. it’s been over 30k words and i thought you guys deserved something. yes i am going to be leaning into the whole “we’re just friends” trope while definitely not being just friends. yes i am going to drag astoria into this i’m excited i hope yall enjoyed

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d0llpie · 3 years

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Hii can you possibly do suna and the miya twins going with their gf to her childhood home for a vacation and turns out she's v v rich and actually lives in a palace (designed like a royal palace) completed with butlers and maids and just the boys being shook and the gf touring them around? Thankyou💘

Visiting s/o childhood home

Tsumu x reader, Suna x reader, Osamu x reader

Sorry this took me longer than usual i was having a little bit of trouble with Sunas part, thank you for the request <3

Atsumu:

You were both on the way to your childhood home, he had a weekend off of training and you decided a trip away would be good for you both. “So babe what will yer parents think of me?” he wiggled his brows before turning back to the road. “Tsumu we’ve been together for years and you know them..besides they won’t be there until saturday night they have work” you deadpanned and he chuckled before squeezing your thigh. “Not in person tho.” It was true he’d only ever spoken to your parents over skype but they had known about him from the moment you started dating. After college you moved in with Tsumu so distance would be easier when he travelled for volleyball.

Upon arrival, atsumu stared out the car window with his mouth hung open. “This is it?” he looked over at you “What not grand enough for you?” you teased and left the car. You looked behind you to see Tsumu just admiring the fountain in the front yard, beautiful gardens surrounding with vibrant coloured flowers and lush grass. “Y/N, welcome home this must be Atsumu Miya?” at the large front door stood your butler “Hi, yes it is, it’s good to be home!” you replied as Tsumu jogged up to your side, “We’ll grab your bags, make yourselves at home!” you nodded and grabbed atsumu’s hand running inside.

You first walked into your industrial style kitchen and grabbed you both a glass of water “okay so i’ll show you around before they get here tomorrow and we can just chill and watch some movies tonight if that’s okay?” Atsumu was looking through all your cupboards and drawers “is this real silver?” “Tsumu did you hear what i said?” you shook your head and dragged him into the living room. The roof seemed almost as high as a volleyball stadium and Atsumu admired the smooth wallpaper and spotless couch. “Honestly babe i might’ve just dated you for your money if i knew about how loaded you were.” you rolled your eyes at him before leading him out into the hall “no seriously, i know i make a lot but maybe you should be my sugar mummy” he wrapped his arms around your waist and you laughed before swatting his arm playfully.

After you’d managed to tour Atsumu around the whole house and survive his snarky comments you went up to your childhood bedroom. “Awww y/n~ what’s this” Atsumu held up a teddy bear while plopping onto your bed with a shit eating grin. “Hey give that here-“ you jumped onto him and he just laughed loudly before rolling you over and pecking your face in kisses. “And to think people thought you were in it for my money..” you looked up at him with an offended face “who is people??” “Oh ya know just fans who are jealous of ya babe don’t worry i’ll make sure to tell everyone i’m here for your riches.” he lay his head on your chest and you scoffed before smiling down at him.

“Tsumu let’s watch a movie hmm?” you both changed into your pyjamas before making your way down to the theatre room. “Want me to make some popcorn?” Tsumu offered and you shook your head “come lie down, we don’t have to get it.” “wow babe you’re spoiling me” you laughed as he lay down between your legs, resting his head on your stomach. “So what movie do you wanna watch?” you turned the TV on and looked down at him “What’s on netflix premium?” “What the hell is netflix premium??” he just shrugged at your confused expression “thought youd have special netflix but i guess not.” he sighed in faux disappointment and you ruffled his hair. “Shut up.”

Osamu:

It was actually Osamu’s idea to visit your childhood home, he wanted to see where you grew up and thought it’d be a nice break from work. “Babe put the GPS on” “I think i know how to get there ‘Samu i lived there most my life.” An hour later and you were lost so Osamu switched to driving and you put the GPS on reluctantly.

Upon arrival Osamu was shocked, you’d mentioned your home was big but he wasn’t expecting this. Stone pillars at the front with high ceilings and flawless designs was not what he pictured. “Woah y/n this place is gorgeous...is this why you always buy ME coffee in the mornings?” “Samu it’s my parents money” you laughed as you led him to the front doors. “This is sebastian, i can only think of black butler rn our butler” You bowed and smiled at him before showing Samu up to your room for him to unpack. “Cute bedroom y/n” you looked around your childhood bedrooms, posters from your previous interests still up and f/c walls, “I’ll show you the rest of the house but just wait till you see the kitchen babe you’ll love it!” you grabbed his arm leading him out “I love the whole house babe.”

After touring through the gardens and rooms on the first and second floors you led him into the kitchen which currently had a few maids inside laying down ingredients. They smiled sweetly at you before exiting and you nodded appreciatively. You looked over at Samu who’s jaw was slack. “Sooo i know this is a bit bigger than your kitchen so i was going to let you use it, if you wanted of course, i have some ingredients to make onigiri since you wanted to teach me how to-“ before you could finish Osamu’s lips were pressed against yours and his hand cupped your cheek. “I’d love to teach you.”

You stood next to Samu watching as he sculpted the onigiri and you copied what he did. He smiled watching your actions, a smile only reserved for you and then pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “So do you wanna eat these in the gardens when the sun sets?” you look over at him before humming “Hmm romantic Samu, how about the roof?” you smiled up at him. “I’d like that”.

After you’d cleaned up in the kitchen you brought the onigiri to the roof and settled into the blankets and pillows Osamu had set up. “The view up here rivals the house honestly” you hummed in agreement, looking out to the pinks and oranges painting the sky while curling into Osamu’s side.

The sun had set by the time you’d finished the onigiri but you wanted to stargaze so you fixed yourself to lie with your head on Samu’s chest while he played with the ends of your hair. “Thank you for bringing me here y/n, it’s beautiful” you turned onto your stomach and looked at him “Of course babe, i’m glad you like it, we can make pancakes together in the morning too if you want.” he smiled and pecked your lips before pressing a longer kiss to your forehead. “Sounds good babe.” You turned back over to admire the stars while Samu fiddled with the small box in his left pocket, a ring that shone just as bright as the stars sitting inside.

Suna

Suna was excited to visit your childhood home because he was missing your little brother who he’d only met a few times. You wanted to spend christmas with your family and Suna was happy to spend it with them too this year, and so you both got in the car and made your way there.

“Is this a government building or an apartment complex from a couple centuries ago” Suna asked you sarcastically, although he was admiring the exterior of the palace-like home. “C’mon let’s go greet everyone.” you chuckled and took his hand leading him inside.

He was starstruck at how extravagant the interior was and made this clear by standing still in the hallway just staring all around. “Y/N, i cannot believe you make me pay for dinner on dates..” you laughed and kissed him on the cheek “I spoiled you for christmas just wait until the morning.” You both greeted your parents and the maids that were around before sitting down for some drinks while they prepared christmas eve dinner. “Suna?” your little brother walked out of the lounge room and ran up to Suna, hugging him. “Oh wow i guess i’m not here then.” you rolled your eyes before your brother gave you a hug too.

After dinner and small talk with your family, you were talking with your mother taking up the bags to your room. “Is Suna settled in?” she asked “Oh he’s playing video games with aki, he gave him a small tour too.” “oh that’s nice, he seems a lot happier around you and so do you” “oh thank you mum” you hugged your mum before going into your room and changing into your pyjamas.

You walked into the theatre room and saw Suna playing with your brother on the playstation. “Suna wanna come to bed? Aki should go to sleep soon too” He nodded before following you up to your room. “M tired” he cling onto you and flopped into the bed. “Hmm let’s get some sleep, we’ve got a big day tomorrow.” “This house is huge Y/N i think we should split the bill from now on when we go out.” you chuckled and ran your fingers through his hair as you settled under the covers comfortably “sure thing baby, goodnight.” He hummed against you “love you” “i love you too rin.”

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miyaniacs · 3 years

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Christmas Eve

a/n: I wish you all of you who celebrate Christmas a Happy Christmas and I hope event this year was horrible, you all find at least a bit of joy and peace. If any of you needs to talk because they have to deal with some family or personal issues during this time, I'm here for you. At those how don't celebrate it: It isn't, besides Bokutos, really themed about religion, it’s just to hopefully make all of you laugh ❤️

form: total shitpost

characters: Atsumu, Osamu, Sakusa, Oikawa, Kuroo, Bokuto x gn!reader

warnings: lowkey nsfw (just some suggestive stuff I’d say 16+), bdsm mentions (but in a funny way - there’s nothing really sexual), mentions of sex toys and Bokuto’s is just wholesome

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Atsumu

Let’s set the atmosphere okay?

The tree is lit up, the decorations are sparkling, all the other presents are illustrated by the lights on the tree, it’s dark outside, soft snowflakes can be seen, in the background you can hear some beautiful old Christmas songs being played

The little bell rings calling you in the room

Yet, you prepared a small surprise too

With you, his family is walks into the room

They originally couldn’t make it in time and it was visible for you that this really saddened Atsumu - he’s used to spend Christmas Eve with his parents and his brother - playing silly card games, him and Osamu almost knocking over the tree etc

Well

Surprise.

You all walked in saying a loud : SURPRISE

Which turns into a loud scream as soon as they see Atsumu laying under the tree with a sexy present costume

it’s literally just a big red band wrapped around his body with the bow right over his thingy

Head rested on his elbow, one of his legs swung over the other in a rather sexy way

The screams of you and his family mix together with his screams

The only one who was still able to think fast was Osamu - that’s why now a video of the whole thing is sending to the MSBY groupchat (also to the chat they got with their old Highschool team)

While trying to escape the whole situation Atsumu got also caught in the tree

Now there’s a red fabric hanging in the tree and a naked Atsumu running upstairs

Osamu

Osamu was stressed the whole time before Christmas

He got so many jobs for some big companies to deliver his onigiri

Besides that his shop was full af with all the friends that met up again due to them being back home during the holidays

He was a mess

So you managed all the household: cooking, cleaning, making sure he at least relaxed a bit, decorating etc

You’ve barley seen him anyways

Fast forward to Christmas Eve:

You received an emergency call from Atsumu, so you’re on your way to his, mentally cursing him since you still have to make the last preparations for tonight

At his - it was just some : how do I clean this or that emergency

Annoyed af you make your way back home

Unlocking the door, you’re greeted with some ‘all I want for Christmas’ and the apartment being all dark, just illuminated with the sparkling Christmas lights

“Osamu?” You call out for him walking through the apartment, the music getting louder and louder

Opening the door to your living room, you’re greeted with the sight of Osamu, dressed in a sexy butler costume, his torso completely revealed, and a bow around his neck

“Sit down my love.” He says and pulls out one of the chairs for you

You sit down and look over the beautiful decorated table, filled with all kinds of mouth watering food

Looking back at him, your eyes rest on his toned chest “Was... was this all planned?”

“Yes, I thought I’d give you something back for all your support the past weeks” he smiles and leans down to give you a kiss

“Then I’ve been a bitch to Atsumu for no reason..” you mutter

“ There’s always a reason to be a bitch towards him” he laughs, “now, my dear - what can I serve you?” He bows

Sakusa

You in a maid uniform with lots of cleaning utensils that are sex toys Dom reader like

As soon as Sakusa enters his home on Christmas Eve, a big black fabric is pulled over his head and he’s dragged into the living room and pushed onto a chair

“Only good guys get presents right?” You say teasingly and your hands run over his chest , starting to unbutton his shirt

Slowly you pull the blindfold off his head

His eyes widen, then darken and then he looks at you with an eyeroll

“Are you serious right now?” He huffs

You’re wearing a sexy maid costume, the feather duster in one hand and the other one placed on your hip

“Nahhhhh - dirty boys aren’t allowed to talk.” You lean forward and place your finger on his lips, “how are we supposed to celebrate and enjoy Christmas when we’re both not clean?”

Leaning to the right you grab a bottle tilted “Mr Clean - hand sanitizer” rubbing it on your hands, you walk behind him and start massaging his shoulders with the body oil.

After that, you walk back around him and bend down, the skirt moving upwards, exposing everything to him

“You’re pretty clean now, but could you help me cleaning myself?” You ask and hand him a little present.

Unwrapping it, he rolls his eyes yet s smirk appears on his face

“For the really stubborn ones” he reads out looking at the lube in his hands

You look at him innocently “Yes,..., we can’t let any dirty germs touch our preciously wrapped gifts, can we?”

He nods in response and gets up, walking over to you

“No, no we can’t... let’s get you all cleaned up now ... shall we?” He asks in a husky voice and throws you over his shoulder carrying you to the bedroom

Oikawa

Getting tied up he’s exited a male dom getting into the room destroying 90% of his closet while degrading him and his style => presents a whole new closet from you and his friends and family

His clothes are horrible

Besides sports wear his taste is ... a whole catastrophe

so together with his friends you planned a surprise for him

Oikawa knew something was up- but he expected a different kind of surprise- he hoped you’d be his present tonight and that you’d strip for him, since he’s basically begging you to do so the past weeks

When it rings on his door that evening, he opens the door fully expecting to see you standing there

Quickly his smile drops when he’s got pushed back inside by a man wearing a leather mask

“Go to your closet.” He demands and makes the whip in his hand more visible

With a small Wimper oikawa hurries to the room

The man towers over him

“Open” he underlines his words with a loud whip and oikawa does as he’s told to

“Now put all your clothes in this here!” He throws a black plastic back to oikawas feet

“Strip and put them into it to.” Another whip echos through the room and oikawa whimpers again, eyes wide open and he slowly begins to pull off his hoodie

“Faster!”

“Now put this on!” He hands him a collar with a leash on it

Grabbing the black bag and the leash he drags oikawa back to the front door

“Wait wait - what are you doing !!” He finally complains

The man stops and takes out a gag and quickly fixes it around oikawas head

“MH- MHHHH HHMMM” he cries out

“QUIET!”

Opening the front door, the man drags Oikawa outside where a few people are already waiting, filming the whole thing

“Here.” The man throws the bag to the ground and hands you the lash

“Have fun.”

“Y/N MHLNG Y/N!” Oikawa ‘says’ shocked

“You didn’t listen to us ... so we had to force you.” Iwaizumi says, standing next to you

“Your clothes were horrible.” Mattsun complains

“New ones are already laying under the tree , love.” You smile and pat his head, the leash still in your hand

“Well... have fun with him - I think we should go now.” Iwaizumi laughs

Bokuto

Yes. Yes Bokuto still believes in the Christkind (just look it up - the translation is so ugly so I’m using the German word)

And it’s way too precious so non of you ever told him the truth

So here you are, getting dressed, putting on a white loose dress, white wings, soft golden eyeshadow and curling your hair / putting on a blond wig

Akaashi, Kenma and Kuroo - who will celebrate Christmas with you two - enter the house, together with Bokuto

Kuroo is talking EXTRA loud to make sure you hear them coming back

“Huh? Why is there light in the living room?- Y/N shouldn’t be home by now.” You hear Bokuto ask confused

Grabbing the small bell, you take a quick glance into the mirror and ring it

“A BELL??? OMG AKAAAAAAASSSHHHIIIIIII IS IT - OMG OMG OMGGGG!“ Bokuto screams and runs to the room

Opening the door his eyes lay on you, the angel standing next to the tree, about to place a small gift under the tree, ready to ‘leave’ again

Bokutos eyes shine like the stars, his mouth wide open, whole body shaking

“You ... you ... you’re real!?!” He mutters

‘Shocked’ you spin around, the gift still in your hands and look at him

You smile softly and walk towards him

Your hand takes his and you place the gift in his hand, get on your tip toes about to give him a small kiss on his cheek, but he moves away

“No, I’m sorry, but I got a beautiful s/o.” Your heart melts at his words, the real angel in this room truly is Bokuto himself

You smile and look at Akaashi, telling him to distract Bokuto so you can leave again - which he does

A few minutes later you open the front door, dressed as usual

“OMG Y/N - YOU WON’T BELIEVE IT!!! THE CHRISTKIND WAS HERE !!!! HERE AND IT GAVE ME THIS PRESENT!!!! ITS A PICTURE OF US ON OUR FIRST DATE!!” He rushes over to you and shoved the framed picture into your face

“A REAL ANGEL - AND YOU MISSED IT!” He pouts

“I’m sorry Bo” you mutter and give him a quick kiss

“But ... I have to admit ... besides all their beauty, you’re way prettier than them... I can’t call you angle anymore knowing that your beauty outshines them.” A soft smile forms on his lips and you feel tears forming in your eyes.

Kuroo

Kuroo saw your google history

He saw that you kept on looking for videos of a sex swing and how it works etc

So he knew the perfect present for you for Christmas

On the box it only said Swing - red, silk

So no biggie

Well... your parents invited themselves over to yours for Christmas Eve.

Together with your little cousin

Before it comes to opening up the gifts, traditionally you had dinner first.

Michale Buble was playing, your parents and his dad ( who got invited by your parents ) already had too much to wine, your little cousin bouncing on the chair, waiting to finally open up the presents.

If Kuroo knew, that your family’s would come, he wouldn’t even placed the swing under the tree, but they just appeared on your door with food and presents

So now - the swing was the biggest present

“Y/n... Y/NNNNNN” your little cousin asks you while already sitting under the tree eying all the presents

“Yes?” You laugh

“Can I open your presents????” She asks

“Sure.” You smile, knowing how much she loves opening them

Next to you, Kuroo’s heart stops, cold sweat running down his neck

Your cousin hands you the two small presents on top of the big one

“Here I just want to open the big one”

“Are those yours?” You ask and look at Kuroo, who just nods

“Babe... what’s wrong?” You ask him, but before he could answer, the ripping sound of the wrapping paper is heard

“OMG Y/N HE GOT YOU A SWING?! I’M SO JELLY!!!! AND A RED ONE TOO... OMG IS THIS A SWING OUT OF THOSE MOVIES??? THE ONES WITH SILK AND NOT WOOD???”

(Insert : oh no- Oh NO - OH NONONONOOO)

Your eyes widen.

All blood leaves yours and Kuroos face

Your mum takes a big sip out of her glass

Your dad glares at Kuroo

His dad looks ashamed at Kuroo

While your cousin opens the package and fiddles with the red silky stuff

“At least the color fits in the room.” Your mum laughs taking another sip of her wine

tagging: @kenmasgameboy

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