#“a promise ring?? I didn't know it was that serious between you two?”

[headstrongblake]

@thewholecrew: grant, octavia & nick. / verse: all american.

"i'm not dope sick," nick replied to grant's clarification with less of his harsh venom, acknowledging that it's his own mind playing tricks. neither of them have blamed him, nor have they accused him of being a drug addict strung out looking for the next hit. no. that's simply how twisted he feels inside. it's not grant or octavia berating him. it's his old man's voice ringing in his ears, taunting him for being the weak little boy he always knew he'd be.

nicklas forced out another tense breath, shaking his head as he listened to them pleading with him, begging him to see reason. to see that the drugs he's chosen to manage his pain could end with him in a pine box. "a'ight, alright!" nick snapped again, "damn, you two don't fucking quit," he muttered, lifting his trembling hand to scratch through his beard. "i get it, a'ight? i'm home, you're home...there's no need for this street crap, i'll get in to see my doc about the nerves, and if that shit doesn't work, i'll see hunter, alright? that make everyone feel better?" he asked, dark hues scanning between grant and octavia with a lift of his brow.

while a bit of relief trickled through octavia because it finally seemed they were making more sense to her brother, octavia knew they had barely scratched the surface. nick agreeing to go back to a doctor now that he was home, it's a start. a great one where the doctors can help if he actually is suffering, but in her experience, it's never that easy. "yes," she snarked toward nick with a roll of her eyes. god, is this how she's sounded to bellamy any time she's snapped at him for simply giving a damn? "thank you...i need you to be okay nick..." octavia spoke honestly, grief still shining in her gaze because after everything...octavia can't lose him. she can't lose any of them.

regret pooled in the pit of his stomach, hearing the sadness drip into octavia's tone. she's been through enough, and the last thing he wanted to do was be the source of any more of her pain. he'd done that enough by blowing up all their lives with garrett. "i'll see the doc, o, i promise." he said as he approached both grant and her once more. "i hear you guys," he told them as the corner of his mouth ticked upwards, a foreign smile tugging on his features. slowly, his hand reached out to rest on grant's shoulder, giving him a friendly squeeze. shaking his head, "i don't hate you, but hey, guess you were listening to me...s'good to know." he added as his grin grew. how many times had he yelled at grant that grant could fucking hate him, but he wasn't going anywhere? "alright, i'll see you guys later, yeah? i got shit to do." he said vaguely, letting his hand fall from grant as octavia's brows furrowed together with confusion. "we're not leaving nick...neither should you...i don't know how much you're using but without it, you're going to be just as sick as i was." if not more she feared, but didn't say.

nick had only gotten a step or two away from the two of them when octavia threw another wrench in his plan. his fist coiled at his side, twitching with impatience. they've searched his home, but he knows they would not have been able to get into his safes. let alone find them all. he just needs them to fucking leave. "i don't need any fuckin' babysitters like i've been saying, not all of us are addicts who need a whole ass program to save themselves. i'm not fuckin' weak. so thanks for all this, but grant, o, you two can see yourselves out." he said, glaring daggers toward them to let them know how serious he was before he turned, retreating into his home. they have to leave. they have to leave. they. have. to. leave!!!

@headstrongblake: grant, octavia & nick. / verse: all american.

brows furrowed as what he said seemed to trigger nicklas again, how nick then shouted at him, telling him he knew nothing and while grant could agree to some extent, he trusted octavia and her experience, and if she said something very wrong was going on, then there was. plus, though grant wasn't an expert by any means on the drugs and medication his brother was taking, it was impossible to ignore both the physical changes and the unstable, emotional outbursts. how aggressive he was in a way he had never been before towards octavia. it kept grant tense as he stood beside her with a protective step forward. though his hands appeared relaxed at his sides he would be ready in a moments notice if he would have to restrain his brother once again.

"no one said or thinks you are using it for kicks, nick..." he clarified, with a slow shake of his head, watching carefully as nick stalked away to put out what was left of his smoke. how painfully ironic was it now that he was on the other side of this, that it was grant who was desperately trying to help someone he cared about. how he was where nick was standing not more than a couple months ago, hatred shining in his eyes as he spat venomous lies to try and get octavia and his brother to leave him be. to think he didn't care about them, to think they had never been as close as they thought. to degrade them for daring to come after someone they loved. and here nick was, trying to distance himself from them as if nick hadn't done the exact same thing when octavia had been struggling with her own addiction.

lips parted to speak but he paused when octavia's desperate plea escaped her. the look on her face killed him, honey eyes shining as he shared her pain, as he agreed to her statement. as she reminded nick that she thought he was dead and how it tore grant on the inside both for the fear octavia must have felt having found nick like that but also the horrifying thought of if nick hadn't woken up. his jaw clenched then after the brief pause, as octavia continued, reminding nick how they hadn't wanted to lose grant, his heart squeezing painfully in his chest for all the grief he had caused them. swallowing the lump in his throat he nodded slowly, "we don't want to lose you nick. no one does. i promise you, we will figure something out for your pain, but what you're doing... nick, it can kill you."

he took a step closer to nick then, honey eyes searching for some sliver of acceptance, of acknowledgement that he truly could die from this. "you can hate us all you want; me, you can hate me with everything you have. but i won't let you die, brother." he never had before and he never will. everything he had done, getting him back from garrett, to leaving, to being downright terrible to nick -- he had done it to try and keep him safe, but first and foremost, he had done it to keep him alive.

[bayeis]

I haven't watched this show a day in my life

[thewulf]

Only You || Legolas

Summary: Request: Can you do a elf reader x Legolas where he's finally home in mirkwood after the quest? Maybe Gimli is with him and he's like 'i see why you always talked about the lassie.' or something funny that exposes Legolas for how much he really likes her. He then confeses and asks to court her or something sweet pleaseee?? My fav fluff writer! Thank u!

A/N: Thank you so much for the kind words and sweet as heck request. Really love this one. I didn't edit it too heavily so please be wary of general writing mistakes! Hope you all enjoy my fav elf imagine :)

Pairing: Legolas x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.9k +

TW: Pure fluff? No LOTR triggers

You had finally gotten a free evening to yourself after training for the better part of every evening for the last year with your father, Girdirion. He had been training you relentlessly after Legolas had left of the quest his father, King Thranduil, had sent him off on. That was over a year ago. You hadn’t heard much other than they had made it to Minas Tirith a few months ago.

Your father suddenly saw you as defenseless without your longtime friend at your side. Being the kings most trusted advisor, he had been trained for centuries and was a formidable fighter. It wasn’t until after Legolas had left that you had realized how serious the threat to middle earth was. Your father must had realized it too as he worked you to the bone, training you at every chance he could.

It was only after King Thranduil received word that the ring had been destroyed and his son was heading home did things begin to change. Your father still made you train but it wasn’t at every waking moment any longer. Tonight, was one of those nights that he had given you off as he had meetings to attend to with the king.

Time felt too slow as you waited for Legolas to return. He promised he would. You knew he would. He was all the way across middle earth, but you just couldn’t seem to wait any longer. You longed for you best friend, who meant much more to you than just a best friend, to come home.

As soon as you settled on your bed to begin reading the novel you had been meaning to finish there was a quick knock at your door. Who could that be? You weren’t expecting anybody at this hour after dinner. Begrudgingly, you set the book down just as you had gotten comfortable and made your way over to the door.

When you opened the door you scrunched your face in confusion, “Father? What are you doing here? I thought you were meeting with the king?”

He nodded, “I was. Then we got interrupted. There is somebody here I think you may want to see.” His smile let you know exactly what you were thinking. Legolas was home. He was back in Mirkwood after nearly a year and a half away. Sure, it wasn’t that long of a time for you in the scheme of your lifetime but it did feel like the longest year of your nearly two thousand years in middle earth.

“Legolas?” You tore out of your room not waiting for his response as you made your way to the throne room. You heard your fathers deep laughter behind you before he jogged to catch up with your lighter than air pace.

Once he caught up to you he had that knowing smile on his face. He had watched the two of you dance around the obvious feelings each other had. You never thought you were good enough to be with the kings son. He never thought you were interested in that way. But to everybody on the outside looking in it was rather obvious the two of you were destined to be together. Even if it was taking longer than expected. A thousand years longer than expected. See, King Thranduil and your father had agreed they would bless the union between the two of you should it come naturally. But neither had the heart to force it. He and your father knew as good as anybody these things had to find their way on their own, naturally. Even if it drove the two elder Ellon’s mad.

“Indeed, your elf has made it home.” He spoke as the two of you walked, much faster than normal, towards the kings room.

Before you opened the massive wood doors you turned to him with a sly smile and a hint of a blush dotting the apples of your cheeks, “My elf?”

Your father raised his eyebrows at you, “Go on then.” He pushed you forward ignoring your question.

When you pushed open the doors you couldn’t find the familiar blonde hair of your best friend. Even as you walked closer to the throne you looked all around the hall and only spotted King Thranduil who was giving you the same smirk your father just did. What were they up to? Where was Legolas? And why was the king looking at you like he knows something you didn’t?

“I apologize my king.” You bowed unsure of what else to do. When you turned to see if your father had followed you in you were left biting your lip seeing the door closed without him in the room. What was he up to? “My father said…”

Thranduil put his hand up pausing you right in your tracks, “Legolas is out in the gardens with a dwarf. A dwarf!” He sounded more frustrated than excited to his son after the time away.

But you cracked a smile instead. That was so him. He was anything and everything his father was not. The two of them could not have more different personalities. Your best friend was the one to push boundaries no elves would or could do seeing that his father was the king, “A dwarf you say? That sounds like him.”

Thranduil studied your happier than he’s seen you in an entire year expression full well knowing it was because Legolas was back from his grand quest. Thranduil rose from his throne before walking down to you. Having to look up to him because he was so tall all you could do was wait on his word.

He pointed his hand towards the entrance to the kings private gardens, “Go, you audience is rather impatiently waiting on you.” He gave you a knowing smile before retreating towards the door you had originally come in, likely to go find your father. Not wasting anymore time you made a beeline towards the doors that led to the private gardens you so rarely got to enjoy. He must have deemed it enough of a special occasion to grant access to not only you, but a dwarf as well. You knew Legolas was behind that as well. He was the only one to get the king to agree to something he might not want to do.

For the second time in a few moments, you threw open the heavy wooden doors leading out to the gardens. It did not take you long to hear the pair before you saw them. You paused hoping to catch just a brief moment between the two of them before you made your presence completely known. As you suspected the dwarf had Legolas distracted from hearing you walk out.

“Look at ya lad. Pacin’ like a horse.” The unfamiliar voice chuckled. You had a feeling the dwarf poked fun at the ellon more often than not.

You just knew he was rolling his eyes, the beautiful blonde prince he was, “I am not Gimli.”

But the dwarf just kept laughing, “Ya’ weren’t even this nervous when we rode up to the Black Gate.”

“Would you quiet down dwarf. She will be out momentarily.” That sounded just like the elf that had left a year and a half prior. It was almost too easy to get him worked up and the dwarf called Gimli certainly enjoyed playing into it.

“The little lassie has you this nervous huh?” You? You made him nervous?

Legolas let out a huff, “Gimli!” And you knew that was your queue to help spare the ellon from his friend who seemed relentless. You already liked Gimli from the sounds of it. You shut the door behind you louder than necessary to signal your arrival.

Taking a deep breath, you walked forward suddenly terribly nervous after those comments. What was Gimli playing on? Why would he be nervous to see you? You didn’t want to get your hopes up on feelings as you buried those away centuries ago. Your crush for the ellon grew slowly the first thousand or so years you knew him. Truly organic in the best way possible. Childhood friends to training partners to friends then best friends after it all. Once your training to become a healer had completed you had a sneaking suspicion all his injuries in the field were so he could come see you after some time away. He would only request you. Straight refusing the other healers help when offered. He would wait for you.

But then it just stayed like that. You thought it could grow into something more, but it dawned on you over the next few centuries his father had a say in who he courts and marries. Why would King Thranduil allow his son to court you of all elves? Sure, your father was his most trusted advisor, but you were no political gain in marriage. So you did what you did best, buried the feelings deep and bottled it all up.

The two of them quieted quickly hearing the door close. When you turned the corner you finally spotted your prince after far too long apart paired with an adorably red-headed dwarf who was staring right at you. You however were staring straight at Legolas as your small smile turned into a massive one. There he was, as handsome as ever, standing right there in front of you after too long. The longest either have you had spent apart from each other.

“Legolas.” You grinned before pulling him into a tight hug. It was when he gave you a big squeeze back that you simply just melted into the ellon completely forgetting you had an audience yourselves.

“Aye lad! You left out the detail of your Y/N being quite the beauty.” Gimli spoke up from beside you breaking the trance the two of you seemed to be under. You giggled once you pulled away from him seeing the look of horror cross his face at his friends comments.

You turned to the dwarf feeling the nerves wash away. You had the advantage here as Gimli seemed to want to torture your friend, “Hello. It is lovely to meet you. I am Y/N. Daughter of Girdirion, King Thranduil’s advisor.”

He pointed at you before narrowing his eyes at you, “Do you hate dwarves as much as his father does?”

You shook your head, “Hardly. You are actually the first dwarf I am meeting. I do not get away often.” You knelt down making yourself level with him, “You are much cuter than made out to be.” That earned a few stumbling words and a rather mighty blush to the warrior who seemed to have nothing but words. You managed to render him speechless.

This earned a snicker from your favorite ellon, “Elf got your tongue there Gimli?”

That comment must have meant war between the two of them. The dwarf cocked his eyes up to his friend, shook his head then turned back to you who was now back to standing instead of crouching, “Lady Y/N. It is lovely to finally meet you too. I feel as though I already know ya lassie.” He grinned knowing exactly what he was about to do.

You looked at Legolas with curiosity framing your face before returning your attention back to Gimli, “Do you?”

“Aye.” He nodded, “Legolas here would never shut up about ye. Y/N this. Y/N that. Y/N would love this. Y/N would hate that.”

You knew your cheeks were surely aflame with embarrassment just as Legolas’ were, “We have spent quite some time together over the years.”

But Gimli wouldn’t have that, “I think it has something to do with you lassie. The way you look. The way you dress. The way you seem to occupy his every thought.”

“That is enough.” Legolas finally chimed in giving his friend a hard stare telling him to get the hell out. But that only egged the red head on further. Your eyes bounced back and forth between the two of them before Gimli relented.

He bowed his head, “My lady.”

Echoing his actions you responded, “Gimli.” Before turning your attention back to the prince. Your eyes finally were able to scan his features. Not a hair seemed out of place. He was exactly as you remembered.

“Welcome home.” You gave him your biggest smile feeling like you could finally relax after seeing him alive and well.

He wasted no more time before pulling you into a second bone crushing hug. He had never been so forward causing you to let out a slight stutter in surprise of his actions. It was the last thing you had expected from him. But then again, who knew what he went through out there. Legolas was a strong warrior, but you knew how deeply this could impact anybody who had to go through it.

“I have missed you.” He whispered into your ear not letting his arms go from around you. He had no clue how his words were affecting you in that moment. Suddenly you felt that stupid little crush, that was surely love at this point, bubbling up from the depths of your heart that you had long since locked away.

When he pulled away after a few moments he took the time to look you over just as you had moments prior. He didn’t drop his hands from around your waist though, simply holding you loosely in his embrace. You had never felt his eyes or his hands on you heavily before or that you had noticed in the past, “I have missed you beyond words Legolas. I have spent a year and a half filled with the dread of the thought you may never come home. Seeing you here is the greatest gift Eru Ilúvatar could have bequeathed.”

It was then that Legolas knew just how deep your feelings ran for him just as they had run for you. He too had spent the better part of a thousand years being absolutely in love with you, his favorite elf, but making no indication of it. For he thought you may have eyes for someone else. He could not risk losing you in the event you said ‘no’ to his request to court you. But by the way you were looking at him he knew that was wrong. Your love laced eyes could not break away from his gorgeous blue ones.

He knew he needed to take the next step with you. Gimli was right. His dwarf friend spent the better part of the journey home convincing him he needed to ask the question he had been dying to ask you. He wanted to court you. Spend the rest of his middle earth life and the next one with you. He had never been so sure of that. The thought of courting another elleth felt wrong. It was you. It was always going to be you.

“Gimli was not lying, my lady.” Even though it came out as a whisper your ears could pick it up with no problem.

That shocked you. Was he admitting the same thing that you were? Did he have feelings for you too? “Pardon?”

He grinned seeing your dumb struck face, “You do in fact occupy my every thought. You are the reason I am here now. I fought for middle earth, yes. But for you more. Thinking of your smile pulled me out of the darkest of times

Your lips parted in utter shock at his admission, “Legolas, I…” You were at a loss for words as you processed his confession to you. Your heart was giving you away completely though as it beat faster than it ever had before.

He continued seeing as you were rendered speechless, “It was only ever you. It was only every going to be you, my love. You are my very best friend Y/N. I would never want to continue this life with somebody who was not you. It is only you. It will only ever be you.” He paused finding the courage to say what had been on the tip of his tongue for centuries, “I love you.”

Your jaw might have been on the floor at this point, “You love me?”

He nodded with a nervous expression, “More than you will ever know.”

That was all you needed before you walked forward, butting yourself right against his chest, “That is a relief my prince. As I love you too. More than you will ever know.”

Euphoria. The truest form of euphoria pulsed through your body as you too admitted what had always been so hard to admit.

His expression melted to that of pure elation. Gently he placed his hands under your chin, cupping your face so carefully, “May I begin to court you, my love?”

“I would be so honored Legolas.” Your head was turned up as you looked into his eyes for likely the millionth time. It was different this time. Charged with love and lust. Like you were looking at a new Legolas. One that you could get to know at a much deeper level.

He brushed his thumb over your lips sending shivers racking throughout your body, “Only you. Only ever you.”

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[lilacgaby]

˗ˏˋdon't ask what are we, i like it baby.𖤐

pairing: situationship!gojo x reader

synopsisꨄ. the affection shared between you not only in public but private made everyone think you were together, but the one time they were right about your 'relationship', it made satoru upset. maybe he should make you official.

you honestly couldn't pick out when this started with satoru.

the gravitational pull towards each other, fleeting touches of the hand and the fluttering of eyelashes. the hand holding and kisses, laughing at his jokes even though they weren't always that funny.

finding comfort in each other, even though you really shouldn't grant him your presence. you always did though, open arms or a lap for him to lay on, a person for him to confide in. but even as he kissed you, tucking your hair behind your ear as words were lost to the pumping of your heart in your ears, it'd never progressed further.

no dates were in your future, no promise ring or flowers, no way you'd ever be able to call the satoru gojo yours in the near future.

but that didn't mean he didn't act like you were already his. like he wasn't entitled to your affection and love. as you scrolled on your phone mindlessly in the hallways, he wrapped his arms around you shamelessly. making people raise their eyebrows in confusion as he spoke directly into your ear, asking you what you were doing, where you were going, if you wanted to do things with him.

how he'd walk you to the dorms everyday, walk in like he owned the place as he laid down right smack middle of your bed. patting the side next to him as if it was only natural for you to be beside him so intimately.

how he'd skip out on hang outs with his friends just to come bother you at night, knocking on your door with sweets in hand, smiling at your half asleep self. “got room for one more?” he leant against the doorframe, he knew you'd let him in.

“weren't you hanging out with geto and shoko?” you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, as he responded while walking in and closing the door behind him. “yeah, wanted to be next to you though.” his face leaned close to yours, you could smell his expensive perfume as he laid his head in your shoulder.

he didn't leave that night.

how he spoke to you so sweetly, so deeply intrigued with you. as he stared as your face, eyes not leaving it as you spoke. “and.. um– what happened was…” he'd moved closer and tilt your head up with his hand. “go on, i was listening.”

the late night talks that always lead to more, your lipstick smudged and smeared against his lips as you grew obsessed with each other.

conversations would take place in the car, his eyes would hyper focus on your lips, you were just trying to speak but it always ended with you two breathless, conversations forgotten.

he didn't feel okay if you weren't right by his side, or if he didn't know your whereabouts. it was like having a clingy boyfriend who texted you every hour, asking where you'd be and if you were okay. though, despite this it wasn't anything more than a friendship.

he always felt truly happy around you. more than a weapon, more than the strongest sorcerer you saw him as him and nothing more. you held him as if you were just two normal people in love, he'd hold back as if your love was fleeting, not timeless but limited. he'd hold on for as long as you'd let him, which usually was until morning.

any conversations you tried to have about your relationship, asking if this was serious or not was quickly played or brushed off, your heart cracking slightly everytime he ignored you. the times you did manage to get a response out of him were full of, “what we have now is perfect, why ruin it?” and “labels are no fun anyways, you're fine aren't you?” you'd kick him out of your dorm, or leave where ever you were at when he said that. but you always ended up back with him again, running his hands through your hair the next day. he'd text you throughout the night, spouting apologies and promises mixed in with stupid emojis. you'd resist the urge to respond for a while, but you gave in. you always did for him.

he who held your heart in his hands, who chose to love and neglect it all within the same hour even, who you'd let continue being in control. honestly, you didn't know why yourself.

your relationship, or whatever you had going on, had just become so obvious to everyone around. people had started questioning you about it, shoko being the first to ask you so directly though. during a random hangout of yours, lazing around as you mindlessly scrolled on your phone, attention drawn elsewhere, she just came out with it. “so, are you two dating or something?” it was obvious who she was referring to, there was no one else who was so outwardly forward with you. but you rushed to correct her, even though it was something you thought about often yourself. “what? me and satoru are just friends, that's all.”

a moment passes over, her eyes locking into yours. “but you want more don't you? it's kind of cruel of him to be doing that to you actually.”

“you have no idea.”

little did you know, gojo was undergoing a similar conversation with geto, who eyed him and shot a knowingly look at him. “so, you and [name] aren't dating right?”

satoru was caught off guard by the comment as well, but he quickly recovered and went to make a joke about it. “what? no way. we're just friends.”

a thoughtful look came over geto’s face as he looked over gojo again. “then, you have no problem with me asking her out, right?”

the look that came over satoru was almost laughable, how his eyes widened and lips snarled into a scowl. how his fists balled up and his finger pressed against geto’s chest as he let out an angry, “no.”

“why not?” a dumb smile came over geto’s face. now mirroring his previous actions to shove a finger against his chest. “you know why.” satoru grabbed his hand and yanked it away from him, then walked off angrily, a puff of smoke almost being visible above his head.

geto could only laugh at how hopeless he was, and he'd be right.

you were still hanging around with shoko, outside and picking apart the clouds in the sky. though, you were cut off by a slightly annoyed satoru gently grabbing your hand. “come with me.” was all he said before he pulled you up with him, you waving bye frantically to shoko as he basically pulled you along, his longer strides being hard to keep up with.

he took you further outside than you were, surrounded by trees as he looked you up and down. you were just so pretty, so understanding, his voice was getting caught in his chest.

“satoru?” your voice snapped him out of his lovesick trance, his hands found yours and gripped them tightly, entangling the fingers within yours. he took a steady, deep breath, his hair was being blown back by the wind as his blue eyes finally landed onto yours again.

“[name].” he started, his heart already racing at the fact that your attention was all on him. “i– i should've done this a long time ago.”

your head tilted to the side, pulse quickening to match his, you bit your lip as you pondered over exactly what he meant, but he continued. “you– you're special to me. the things i do– we do- are special to me. the thought of you kissing, or being with anyone else,” his grip on your hands tightened impossibly, “it.. it upsets me.”

“i know it was wrong, wrong of me to expect you to wait around. to expect you to just be available for me whenever i wanted. but.. i– i just couldn't voice my feelings for you. you're like a safe place for me, a safe haven i could go to.”

he took another deep breath, having to look away from you for a moment. “i want to be that for you. i don't want someone else to come and take you away, i want to be as special to you as you are to me. no matter how selfish that makes me.”

he pressed his forehead against yours, his eyes closed as if awaiting rejection. “so, be mine. and i'll be yours. please.” his hands shook in your wake as he waited, hearing the gasp you let out from under your lips. he wasn't sure if it was from his proximity, from his question, or from something else but all he knew is that you let go of his hands.

his heart sunk to the bottom of his stomach, eyes widened and teary as he looked at you, but his words were cut off by the feeling of your hands on his face. of the sight of your teary eyes that matched him. “of course, dummy.” with a kiss that felt as if it was your first, you sealed your promise. he couldn't help the smile that played over his mouth as he kissed you, couldn't help himself from falling back into your embrace.

he couldn't help but realize that you held his heart in your hand, how you cared for it and made him feel alive. that scared him, scared him so bad that he'd willingly played with your heart in the process.

but as you two laid on the grass, pointing out shapes in the sky together as usual, seeing you in the sun as a heart-shaped cloud came out at the perfect time,

he knew he did right by you, finally.

he kissed you again, bound by his love for you. bound by the fact that he wouldn't need to worry about this, not if he dedicate himself to you as much as you did him.

as much as you deserved.

[yanderestarangel]

Hi I’d like to request something! Can you please write headcanons on how the Lin quei brothers would react to a virgin reader?

~Anon who is also a virgin

୨♡୧ LIN KUEI BROTHERS WOULD REACT TO A VIRGIN READER

TW: fingering, afab anatomy, virgin reader, smut, nsfw, sub!reader, no pronouns used except 'you'.

୨♡୧ KUAI LIANG:

He would be quite surprised, but "proud" (if we can put it like that), he would have a smug smile on his lips while hearing that you were a virgin and had never done it with anyone, he would even be a little perverted and asked if you fingered yourself while you two were dating, soon receiving a pillow in the face and laughing at the situation. "-My love, you know you don't need to be afraid, I will take care of you, I love you... I promise." -Kuai Liang spoke while kissing your neck, then sinking your onto the bed.

୨♡୧ TOMAS VRBADA:

Scared. Pretty scared. But possessive. Believe me, Tomas is also a virgin - not for lack of option or opportunity but by choice, the big boy didn't want to do with just anyone choosing to wait for you - and it would be the first time for both of you, the conversation between the two of you would be summed up in Tomas moving his hands nervously and trying to focus on anywhere other than you, soon jumping in surprise when he feels you touch his thigh making them both laugh, breaking the mood between the two. He would nervously admit that he never did either and would find himself thinking about you and revealing his deepest fantasies face to face with you, soon feeling his dick twitch in his pants and throwing you on the bed - really prepare yourself, this man will get very possessive with you -

୨♡୧ BI HAN:

He would be more serious, for him it doesn't really matter if you're a virgin or not, but oh dear... If you are, he won't let it show, but he's almost ready to jump on top of you and let his most primitive desires take over. The heat that rises through Bi Han's body is inexplicable and inevitable, he will hear everything even though he controls himself not to do anything too rough or rude, he will ask if you really want to fuck him and if the answer really is "yes" Bi Han already throws you brutally on the bed and then takes off your belt, it was going to be a long night.

♡ NSFW ♡

୨♡୧ KUAI LIANG:

He really works on your pussy, Kuai strives to make your first time memorable and romantic, with calm music in the background, and some wine and candles around the dark room, a pure silk sheet was spread across the bed. In the act Kuai Liang would suck your pussy and he would cum in the process even without touching his dick and right after sex he would carry you to the bathroom and bathe you and hold you until you fell asleep in his arms, smiling satisfied.

୨♡୧ TOMAS VRBADA:

He moans like a whore, Tomas would be much more hasty the first time, even being a little rough at times because in addition to his orgasm he wants to free himself too. The perfect scenario for him would be on a Friday afternoon with both of you off at his house and a sunset in the background, with you doing 69 with him and him giving himself completely to your mouth on his cock while he loses focus and stops sucking yours pussy and fucking your mouth with her hips, then apologizing between sly moans and going back to sucking your entrance. The sex would be rougher as soon as you got used to his size having the right to pull your hair while he spanks your ass, moaning and whimpering as he buries himself entirely in your pussy. He would take care of you, but he would be exhausted and the two of you would just pass out, cuddled together in bed, even though you were still dirty and smelled of sex.

୨♡୧ BI HAN:

Have you seen the size of that man? Exactly. Down there it's the same size. Bi Han would work your pussy with his fingers, inserting his ring finger and then one more, leaving you a little more relaxed to fuck with his dick, he would also want you to suck him so much to help with the lubrication so much to kill his desire to hit him with his dick in your face while he sees you desperate for more and more. The perfect scenario would be on a rainy day when the two of you are in bed together, for your first time he would go very slow not wanting to hurt you (too much) but if you can handle it one more time be prepared to not walk for two weeks straight. Bi Han is more audible he would only make grunts in your ear, he wants to hear you when he thrusts his dick hard into you - And I was definitely going to cum inside you and then put two fingers in so as not to let the cum leak out -

[argisthebulwark]

My Best Friend, My One & Only

summary: how they propose <3 gn reader, no gendered pronouns or y/n used. feat: Farkas, Teldryn, Miraak, Brynjolf, Balimund, Mercer, Vilkas warnings: non explicit mentions of battle/injury a/n: yes I know this isn't how proposals work in the elder scrolls, I know about the amulets, rings are just more romantic to me masterlist

Farkas does it in the middle of a difficult battle. When you're back to back, weapons bloodied and muscles beyond exhausted and the enemies are circling closer. "If we make it out of this," Farkas pants, back flexing as he readies his sword once more. "Will you marry me?" "What?" "C'mon, if we're both alive tomorrow we'll get married. Deal?" "Alright, deal." You gulp, rallying whatever shred of strength you have left. An arrow lodges itself near your feet and you're lost again, hacking and slashing through the seemingly endless waves of bandits. It isn't difficult to keep track of Farkas on the battlefield - his stature and the roar of his victorious laugh calm your worries about losing him. Once only the two of you remain standing, you turn to him. Through the mud and viscera Farkas is grinning as he approaches you, chest heaving with each deep breath. "We both lived." He brags, one messy hand scrounging in his pockets. Your heart flips when he produces a stunning ring in his outstretched palm and offers it to you. "I didn't think you were serious." You breathe, plucking it from his hand despite the screaming of your muscles. Holding it up you marvel at the silvery moonlight glimmering on its beautiful stones. "I wouldn't joke about this." The ring fits so easily onto your finger. Farkas presses shameless kisses on your hand and up your arm, clearly so excited to see his ring on your finger. You can hardly believe that this is real, this isn't a dream.

Teldryn has never really brought up marriage, so the hypothetical catches you off guard - would you ever want to get married? Coming from a relatively large family it had once been the expectation but after the years of dealing with dragons and wars it's become less of a priority. "Yeah, I suppose I would." "You suppose?" "Well, you never bring it up so I haven't given it too much thought." "I ever said to me, specifically." There's a glimmer of humor in his eyes but you can't bring yourself to play into it. Something about this conversation feels heavy, like it's more important than some silly banter. "I wouldn't consider it with anyone else." Teldryn sighs and flips a coin your way. You scramble to catch it, glaring over at him when he begins to wander away. Prepared to ask why in the hells he would throw a septim your way you stare down at your hand. Sitting there in the palm of your tattered glove is the most beautiful ring you've ever seen. Small pale stones glitter around one dark gem placed in the center, all held together with sturdy metal. That bastard has the audacity to propose to you so casually? To toss this gorgeous ring at you, risk it falling into the dirt, and stroll off as if he hadn't just offered you something so beautiful? "What d'ya think?" Teldryn smirks, glancing over his shoulder. You want to berate him for his nonchalant tone but you've lost all words, tears springing into your eyes at the realization. Teldryn's offering you a future together, a promise that he won't leave. Placing that ring on your finger, you know that it's all you want.

Miraak doesn't. He began referring to you as his spouse ages ago. You've been his partner for so long it's an easy rhythm to fall into. Everyone else simply accepts that you're married and you're comfortable with it - saves you the trouble of planning a wedding. You know that Miraak isn't going anywhere and neither are you. After lifetimes together, you feel that traditional wedding ceremonies can't capture the depth and love that have been crafted between you. Miraak is your future and your past, and when he whispers that you are his entire world you know that it is true. "So," some lordling pipes up, drawing everyone's attention. Thanes and Jarls mill about the room and Miraak rolls his eyes, still unsure why you insist on maintaining relationships with them. "Yes?" You respond, rubbing a soothing hand over Miraak's arm. You take a sip of your drink and ready yourself for whatever political nonsense they have to offer now. "We've heard so many stories about you two - how did Miraak propose to you?" Wine practically shoots out of your nose. You snort, grabbing onto Miraak's coat and fight the laughter bubbling up at his expression. Your beloved husband is looking especially pale when he wipes absently at your face. "Well," he stalls and oh, it is delightfully entertaining. Miraak, always so eloquent, at a loss for words? It's a rare sight, even you have hardly seen it. "I may have skipped a few steps." "There's still time." You snicker playfully, fixing the lapel of his coat. He sends you a cutting glare, though it hasn't scared you for ages.

Brynjolf wants to keep it lowkey. He never thought he'd make it this far, not bothering for decades to imagine anything for himself outside of the Guild. When you're seated atop a manor, packs full and enjoying your last night before the long carriage ride home, he slides the ring toward you. "Did you steal this?" You question, totally ignorant of the furious blush in his face. Examining the ring in the moonlight is difficult but you're impressed, a simple and stunning piece. One deep green gem is framed with gentle swirls of metal, so unlike the terribly gaudy pieces you're used to pocketing. "Usually these lords have awful taste but this is beautiful, Bryn." "Glad you like it." He sounds a bit off, almost nervous. You scour the streets below but can't make out any guards. "It looks expensive, I bet Tonilia can fetch a good price." "No." "No?" Your brows tighten, that strained tone of his voice sets your nerves on edge. "It's for you." The situation punches you in the gut. Brynjolf, usually so calm and collected, looks nearly ready to launch himself off the roof. The gorgeous ring sitting in your hand, the ring that's for you. "Are you asking me to marry you?" Your fingers quiver when Brynjolf finally meets your gaze. "That depends on how you're plannin' to answer." His nervous laugh is so endearing. How could he possibly think you would refuse him? "Well, we live and work together, we've discussed spending our lives together, and all the recruits think we're already married." You squeeze his chilly fingers, surprised at how scared he is. "Of course I want to marry you, Bryn." "Oh, thank god - please don't fence that, love. Cost me a fortune."

Balimund works with Madesi for ages to forge a ring just for you. He's known for years that he intends to spend his life with you, there's no need to rush this step. The pair craft a ring to Balimund's exact specifications, priding himself on knowing exactly what you like. He chooses one of the nights you treasure the most - a quiet night at home together. No couriers pounding down the door or Jarls demanding your presence, just a night at home. You notice Balimund planting extra kisses to your shoulder while you cook dinner together and gazing at you across the table until you're certain there's something stuck in your teeth. Curled up on the couch together, your heart feels so full it hurts. Balimund's heavy arm rests around your shoulders, calloused fingers trailing over your skin as gentle kisses press to the crown of your head. You notice the uptick in his heartbeat where you're pressed to his chest and snuggle closer. "You alright, dearest?" You yawn, glancing up at him. Balimund finds himself struck by the sight of you; eyes soft and tired after a lazy day together, that gentle smile on your face he loves so dearly. He swears he falls in love with you all over again in this one moment. "I want this for the rest of my life." He mumbles, grasping the little box in his pocket. He's been fussing with it all night, gathering all his courage over the course of the evening but suddenly it's all gone. When he feels your hand cup his face Balimund gulps and draws the box out. "Me too, love." "Yeah?" He thumbs open the box, nervously presenting you when the fruit of his labor. Perfectly polished metal bears three sparkling gems. They aren't large or especially impressive but he recalls the way your eyes lit up when you'd seen each of them in his chest of supplies. "Balimund, please tell me you're proposing." "'Course I am, dearest." "Oh thank the gods."

Mercer doesn't. He's already gotten far too close, he can't let you creep any further into his heart. Occasionally when you're tucked into bed at his side, legs tangled together and all worries banished, you smile up at him and he sees an entire future. And gods, he hates it. Boring days spent together in the Cistern and weeks on the road to some high profile job. His family's ring sparkling on your finger and your lips on his skin. Watching grey creep into your hair and retiring in some fancy manor not too far from Riften, somewhere you can watch the leaves turn that shade of orange that lifts your spirits. Marriage, family, a real life together... he hates the thought of it. He's in too deep and there's no going back. His stomach always turns when he catches glimpses of that potential life he could have with you because for one desperate moment he wants it. He wants to forget about all the bullshit he's spent his life building up, the Guild, the Eyes, everything to live that life with you. But he can't. Mercer wishes he didn't make your smile falter in these moments when he wants you so badly. He clutches you a little closer, pressing a kiss to your forehead in a silent apology for the heartbreak he'll surely dump on you someday. He knows he'll only break your heart, the longer he puts it off the worse it gets, but he can't bring himself to give you up. "Love you." Guilt spikes at his heart each time you yawn those damning words into his chest. Your skin is so lovely and warm when an arm wraps around his waist. I love you. He chokes on those words he can't say, choosing instead to kiss your head once more instead of damning himself further.

Vilkas knows that you'll say yes but fuck, he's still terrified. You're relaxing in the fancy inn, muscles loose from an afternoon of lazing in the hot springs. He's never been away from Jorrvaskr for so long without being on an assignment but tonight his nerves are entirely your fault. He's had it planned out for weeks. The many days spent relaxing far from the worries of your everyday life have lead up to this evening; a fancy dinner he's picked out every little component of, chilled drinks on the patio, and the ring. It sounds so easy in his mind but standing here in your rented cabin, he can't keep his hands from shaking. Thank the gods you help him with that last button. He'd only bought the jacket after you pointed out it would look nice on him, and when you smile up at him he can hardly breathe. "Are we running away?" You sigh, thumb tracing over his cheek. "Not if we plan on going back." He fumbles with the box in his pocket, stunned when you smile up at him. "There's no one else in the world I'd rather run away with. Even if it's just for a couple days." He isn't sure what he's thinking - the entire plan is forgotten when you're beaming up at him. Vilkas produces the ring, heart swelling at your words and the blatant love in your eyes when you gaze up at him. Suddenly his meticulously planned dinner seems far less romantic than what you'd said. "Vilkas," you pause, carefully reaching toward the little box. "What is this?" "Please marry me." He chokes out, all his fear and anxiety spiking when you thumb it open to glance at the ring. It's bewildering how just a few minutes can feel like hours but he endures it, choking back every nervous word until you respond. "Of course I'll marry you, Vilkas." Thank the gods you put him out of his misery. Vilkas feels numb when you launch yourself at him, arms around his shoulders and face buried in his neck. God, the world feels so wonderful right now. Vilkas holds you to his chest, relief slowly ridding him of those nerves until he's practically giddy - you've agreed to marry him.

[lukolabrainrot]

I went and rewatched all the interviews and there is just no way those songs and the Milk t-shirt photo was not about Luke. Here are my thoughts about what happened, let me know what you think!

Also, yes, it's entirely delulu but...

*N/L had a casual situationship after filming S3, but eventually both want to be sure that their feelings weren't directly related to being in such close proximity for so long. N pulls away because she's not sure that what they felt was the real deal and wants space to figure that out. L (being someone who prefers being in a relationship, finds A). They have a casual situationship. A knows about N/L's situationship.

*In Nov/Dec A and L's situationship gets more serious so N realizes that perhaps it was what was supposed to happen and (since she is guarded and a little jaded about love) focuses on her career and the upcoming WT.

*The WT comes and BAM! those feelings between L/N are back again and they're full force and too hard to ignore.

*L/N have a discussion about their situation and things...happen. *L/N decide that once the WT ends, they're going to pursue a relationship, likely a serious one based on N's family's reaction to meeting L in Ireland (come on, no one responds like that to meeting a co-star!) and the ring N had custom-made, a ring (that looks to have hands with rings that L wears)! This isn't a subtle sign. This ring was custom-made and listed on Chupi's website as an engagement ring (which the engagement part was later removed...another interesting tidbit) and N liked AND favorited a TT (accidentally) that talks about this ring being an engagement ring!! Whether that's the case or not, I believe 100% that L bought her that ring. I also believe the plan was ALWAYS for them to come back to each other (not only because of the song choice she posted with the lyrics 'I'll wait for you') but the fact that N wore this ring in the 'in a relationship' status since the moment she received it. THAT is telling!

*A finds out that things between L/N have heated up and she's upset (Brazillian Bob haircut era) even though L likely attempted to end things with her multiple times, but she won't go away. She confronts L and threatens to go to the media about him wronging her. And since no one knows the BTS situation between L/N, this could make them both look very bad and affect their careers. So they play along and L promises to help A launch her career by continuing their situationship. L gives A conditions though - he doesn't want to be in any photos where it could look like they're a couple. He doesn't mind if there is the assumption they are together, because he is hoping to just ride this thing out and then make a clean cut from A. He will also not publicly claim her, as all of them know that L/N are end game. Because A is who she is (and seeks media attention) she agrees to these terms, but believes she can change L's mind. This is what we see in her taunting N because she's extremely jealous of her. This is also why we see papgate happen and L's comment (we won't let her ruin our night - imo this was to N about A). A (imo) made papgate happen to prolong their relationship and publicly claim L so that she could control the narrative. Which is why L looks so pissed in the photos. Now this prolongs the ability to cut things off cleanly because the entire world has seen A.

*We see some (most) of the fandom react negatively to the papgate situation, which left everyone confused as to why N was coming to L's defense on instagram (since the majority of us KNEW what we saw between the two of them was genuine) and this was a slap in the face to N to bring A to the premiere. But what we didn't know is that she came to his defense because she KNEW the plan all along and knew that A was trying to split them up and foil their plans to eventually be together.

*L/N discuss what happened and there are some hurt feelings and they disagree on how to handle the situation. And we see their frustration with N's SATC TT she posted and quickly deleted and their lack of sm likes/etc. between the two. I think there was a lot more going on BTS that we didn't know about during this timeframe. Maybe N decided to take a break from things because of what happened and because she's focusing on her career and this caused a rift between them. Or L is just biding his time with A while N turns the other way. Either way, they're not together this summer and L looks absolutely miserable with A. My guess is that papgate and A came between them temporarily (A's plan the whole time).

*But then we get Italy. At this point, L and A have been 'together' doing stuff (always shown in friend groups, never alone together) as part of their earlier agreement. A is pulling out all the stops to win L, but he's not responding. A is frustrated and things take a drastic turn in Italy.

*After Italy, we see L's whole friend group (A, S and R) all stop posting and go virtually quiet. We see N's french toast pic (maybe this is a nod to her cooking things for L or maybe she just wanted to post it. We don't know). But then we get the Scrabble pic with the 'HeyA' etc...we also see N post two songs in quick secession with the lyrics "it's nice to hear your voice again, it's been a long time..." If this was about JD, why would she post that? She's been hanging out with him on/off through out the entire summer. The other song is about opening herself up and the other person knowing N entirely. If that's not L, I don't know what would be. He's seen her about her most vulnerable. And THEN we get the Milk t-shirt photo. Which, imo, is a direct tie-back to references to Tomdaya. She knows that we know she follows them and has mentioned them in interviews. There would be no reason for her to post this (Johnny's charity for this was in June). She knew we'd connect the dots and imo, she was soft-launching L and preparing us for what was to come. And after going back through the interviews, there is just no way anyone could convince me that she fell head over heels with him (JD) after looking at L the way she did and wearing a ring (that she's mentioned is related to her time in Bton and has the ring fingers with L's rings!) in the relationship status since she's received it. Why would she use this ring to denote that she's in a relationship with anyone else? Wouldn't that be a little strange?

*But a lot is going on between L and A and his disentanglement from her and to distract from their situation, N starts posting other pics (notice how there are none of JD on her grid and JD mostly likes the ones of L and N together?)

*We see N go to a festival with friends. The paps claim she's with JD. I firmly believe that JD is a friend and nothing more. I say this for a few reasons - no one batted an eye when we saw N pop up around town with JD earlier this summer, she's typically private about her relationships, she has no pics of him on her grid (look at the tons she has of L) and there are questions about who JD's dated in the past. BUT, since this is convenient for both of them atp, N is going to run with it. This is the perfect opportunity to detract from what is really going on BTS. And this is exactly how N wants it until things are completely resolved with A. Meanwhile, L is laying low and dealing with the disentanglement (which may or may not involve legalities at this point). DM backtracks (not out of any favor to N) but maybe because she's received inside info and she's not being paid by A to build a narrative anymore (yes, that's entirely speculation).

IMO, we just have to wait a few and we'll see L and N come out as a couple.

Um I LOVE THIS LEVEL OF DELULU, TYYYY! ❤️️

I agree with a lot of this as well!

[calicoheartz]

Embracing Truth ; Paige Bueckers ┈﹒

꣑୧ — summary | paige helps her gf come out of the closet 💐💌❤️

wc ; 870

— warnings | smalll hints of homophobia , anxiety related topics , mainly fluff + established relationship

my master list ㇀♡

1) i am sooo sorry for not responding to ur request anon! I accidentally deleted it from my drafts :(

a/n : this was so sweet and cute to write 🥰 this definitely healed something in me. Enjoy ◡̈

Paige sat on the edge of the bed, watching as her girlfriend, y/n, paced nervously back and forth between the blondes dorm. She could tell something was weighing heavily on your mind, and her instincts told her it was something serious. 

You and Paige had been dating since your second year of college, meeting during one of your shared classes. You knew you had always been into girls, often experimenting with them in highschool. But there was one problem, your parents didn't know.

They weren't necessarily homophobic per say, but to be fair the conversation of you being gay never was a topic of conversation. But the idea of one day having to tell them terrified you, especially since you knew the relationship with your girlfriend was becoming serious.

“Y/n, what's wrong?” Paige asks, snapping you out of your thoughts as she stood up and placed a gentle hand on your shoulder to stop your pacing.

You took a deep breath, looking up at your girlfriend with tears welled in your eyes managing to croak out , “I don't know Paige, I really need to tell my parents… I need to tell them about us. But I'm just afraid that they won't accept me, accept us. What if they kick me out? Disown me??”

Paige’s heart ached at the sudden fear that lingered in your voice,  as she pulled you into a warm, comforting hug, holding you tightly. “Hey, it’s going to be okay. I’ll be right by your side every step of the way. We’ll get through this together, I promise.”

You nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over you, knowing that Paige would be there for you, and be by your side. “Okay,” you whispered, “Okay, let’s do this.”

A few days had passed since you had the conversation with your girlfriend, part of you wanted to procrastinate for as long as possible, because they would eventually find out regardless of when they were told. But your subconscious knew that now was the time, especially since you were serious about the blonde. You had to embrace the truth, your truth.

You and Paige drove over to your parents house one Friday evening, in the hopes of possibly sharing this important news over dinner. You were a bundle of nerves, but the blonde held your hand reassuringly as the two of you began to walk towards the front door. You took a pause, hesitating to ring the doorbell , after gathering your thoughts, you gently pressed on the round button in front of you, revealing a small chime in reply. You were soon greeted by your parents, who were surprised but happy to see them. 

“y/n, Paige, what brings you here?” your mother chirps. Hugging the both of you before inviting you two inside.

As you walked through your house, skimming past the dining room and making your way towards the living room, you plopped down on the couch before breaking the silence, “We have something we need to talk to you both about” your voice trembling slightly.

Once the rest of them had joined you on the couch and surrounding seats, you took a deep breath and began to speak again. “Mom, Dad, you know how I’ve known Paige since freshman year of highschool? And how we’ve spent a lot of time with each other since then..” the two of them nodded in response before you continued, “well.. I realized that I like her  more than a friend way. What I’m trying to say- I’m saying is that I’m with Paige. Like we’re dating..” your voice trailing off before facing them both in the eye, as your eyes had been previously wandering and focusing on different objects in the area. “Im gay.”

There was a brief moment of silence as your parents processed the information. You feared the absolute worst as the seconds of silence passed by, but then you mom spoke up, her voice filled with love and acceptance. “Sweetheart, we love you no matter what. We just want you to be happy.”

You couldn't hold back your tears as you hugged them both, feeling an overwhelming sense of relief and gratitude. Paige wrapped her arms around them all, feeling grateful to be a part of such a loving and accepting family.

After the initial shock wore off, your parents welcomed Paige with open arms, eager to get to know her now officially as their daughter's girlfriend. You all spent the evening talking and laughing, and you couldn't have felt more loved and accepted. 

As the night came to a close, and as the both of you drove back to the blondes dorm, you couldn't stop smiling. Your heart was full of love for Paige and your family, as you squeezed her hand as a way to silently say I love you.

“I love you, P,” you whispered quietly, your voice filled with emotion. “I love you too, y/n” Paige replied, squeezing your hand back gently. “I'm so proud of you.”

And in that moment, that's when you knew that no matter what challenges you both faced in the future, as long as you had your girlfriend by your side, you could handle anything.

as always, thank you guys so much for reading!! don't forget to leave reqs :)

[thequietkid-moonie]

Secretly dating someone from another gang

[ HEADCANONS ] [ Caesar, Burnice ]

[ Zenless Zone Zero ]

IM SO IN LOVE WITH THE SONS OF CALYDON!!! I just love them so much 😭😭 their story, their desing, their gameplay, I just love them!!!

aaaaanyways, I enjoyed writing this a lot and I hope you enjoy it too 🩷🩷

Caesar King

Caesar is optimistic and reliable and being the leader of the Sons of Calydon just reflects that side of her, although her most romantic side, that part of her that makes her heart beat faster at the idea of having a cheesy romance is only know by those who are closer to her

Caesar doesn't even remember too well how it is that you two end up together and, in all honestly, she prefers to don't remember the details because it make her way too flustered and blushy, what she knows is that she is in love and that love is corresponded!

Caesar doesn't have much troubles with keeping your relationship as a secret, she didn't liked much the idea at first but she knows too well why it has to be done, specially when the Tour inferno is close, she doesn't anyone making up a rumor that can affect any of you, and, in the other side, having a secret relasionship is pretty exciting for her

Caesar is incredibly sweet and pretty hopless romantic so having to do things like sneaking out of the others to be able to see you and planning secret dates make her feel so flustered and excited that she doesn't even know how she is able to keep your relationship as a secret at this point (but she is trying her best)

Being from diferent gangs doesn’t mean you two have to be mean to each other, thats how things are on the Outer Ring and she end up taking advantage of that, using the excuse of the fact that she will be competing to become the overlord to get close to your gang as if trying to find out what it should be done when she takes the lidership

Caesar can be pretty silly and exaggerated when trying to act like you two aren't together in from of others just because she want so bad to go to your side and hold your hand or even just hug you! But if you point it out she will be too embarrassed and will even complain

As well, she has a hard time trying to hide what she feels whenever she gets to heard that you are injured or that your gang got into troubles and, surprisingly, she manage to stays serious enough to go as the leader of the Sons of Calydon to offer help if posible, but thats in public because the moment is just the two of you she is already over you asking you if you are alright with teary eyes

Caesar have promise over and over again that when she became the Overlord she will make public your relationship, always with a prideful smile, but when the moment finally came and she became the Overlord she find troubles to do so because now she has to face the troubles of the leadership and all that happened in the Tour inferno, even so she haven't forgotten her promise, she just ask to wait a little longer for her (she even assure you that she haven't forgotten and still plans on doing it public soon, and her frustration for failing in her promise is evident in her expression), maybe, for now, you two can start by telling the rest of the Sons of Calydon

Burnice White

Burnice has a personality that stands out, between her entusiasm and energetic self and her great work with the flamethrowers she is well know, adding to the fact that she is part of the Sons of Calydon, so getting to know each other it isn't that dificult

Deciding to keep your relationship as a secret wasn't Burnice idea, and she even compalined about it but doesn't take much to accept it as you explain that it would be better because of the circumstances, still it will take a while to Burnice to get used to have to don't get over excited and affectionate whenever you two are in public, it took a lot of willpower since she is incredibly affectionate and clingy but at the end she managed to do it! (however, she will make you make it up for her later)

Despite everything Burnice is surprisingly good at keeping your relationship as a a secret, she keeps distance and just talk to you in a friendly way, like with any other person, for the rest of the world it just seems like if you two were simply slowly becoming friends while in private Burnice never leaves you, her hands are always on you by either holding you, hugging you close and sometimes even climbing on you

Burnice takes advantage of the fact that as long as people don't know you two are actually together as partner to spend as much time as posible st your side, always making it seems as a coincidence or that simply happened that you two are at the bar or Cheestopia at the same time and choose to drink something together out of cortesy, or how whenever you two end up running into each other while riding across the road was simply coincidence

Secret dates in public becomes so common that it just becomes a game for Burnice, constantly thinking on how to do it next time, sometimes even going to the city to run some errands to have a secret date out of the Outer Ring (and being able to be extra clingy since no one will see you two there)

At the end no matter how much efforts you two do to keep it as a secret people will start to gossip about you, not exactly because they have find out but because the chemistry that you two have, how you two seem so comfortable and easy going at the side of the other, how well you two seem to work together or even that friendly rivality you two have build to try to cover up your secret dates just end up making some poeple think that you two could be good together, even the Sons of Calydon end up showing support and try to give advices and hints to her about the posibility of you two becoming a couple (wich Burnice finds incredibly hilarious)

At the end she won't say that you two are already together right away but will definetly tell you all that have happened, how everyone seem so supportive between giggles before asking you what you think, wanting to know your opinion after their reaction, hoping you will accept to make your relationship public so she can finally kiss you all day without having to wait until you two are alone

[azu1as]

tangcheong au where the tang elders set up an arrange marriage for their dark saint to make sure he doesn't run off and become part of another sect.

they want his power to remain with the tang and be used FOR the tang so they find a suitable marriage partner for him.

when he hears of the potential marriage, chung myung absolutely laughs off the idea.

tang bo agreeing to settle with some random girl? TANG BO?

Absolutely ridiculous.

He can't wait to meet up with Tang Bo again and hear him whine and talk trash about his family.

"They're really serious about it this time, hyung..."

Chung Myung doesn't know what to make of the unsmiling expression Tang Bo's face fell into when Chung Myung brought the topic up.

"I think...hm...."

Chung Myung doesn't know why his body suddenly felt cold all over. His eyes fell onto the tea that Tang Bo held.

Tang Bo absently swirls the drink around as an unsual tense silence fell between the two of them.

The liquid's swirling motion mirrored the emotions moving quickly through Tang Bo's eyes.

Chung Myung let out a snort that felt out of place, "Why are you thinking so hard about it? We both know you're going to reject it anyway."

Tang Bo looks up and catches his eye. He gives Chung Myung a long, searching look.

And if he really was trying to look for something in Chung Myung...

Tang Bo didn't find it.

"I'm—"

"We both know you're going to reject it, right?"

Chung Myung doesn't understand why he felt such a strong wave of emotion—why he was being so insistent about this.

Tang Bo drinks his tea in one go as if it were a cup of alcohol. His laugh rings oddly in Chung Myung's ears.

"I agreed to it."

"You..."

Tang Bo shrugs. "It was a good match."

"Since when have you ever cares about good matches?" Chung Myung asks, more accusatorily that he thought it would sound. "You've never cared about the Tang Family's orders before. Why care now?"

"We're getting old, hyung. Haven't you ever thought about settling down?"

Yes, Chung Myung doesn't want to admit, didn't you promise we would at the end of the war?

If Tang Bo meant it as a joke, Chung Myung didn't want to be seen as the idiot who took it seriously.

Why was Chung Myung even making such a big deal out of this in the first place?

Marriage wasn't going to stop their friendship. They could still hang around. It wasn't going to stop him from occassionally dropping by the Tang Estate when he was in town.

It wasn't a big deal.

But then Chung Myung thinks about Tang Bo asking to leave early because he had a wife to go home to.

He thinks about Tang Bo telling him he can't go outside Sichuan because his wife wanted him to stay.

He thinks about Tang Bo refusing a spar because his pregnant wife needed him.

Chung Myung never realized how possessive he could get with his friends. Would he act the same if Chung Jin or Chung Mun got married?

....he doesn't think so, but he doesn't think any deeper because of the unreadable look Tang Bo was giving him.

Chung Myung doesn't read too much into his sudden wish that they were drinking alcohol instead of tea.

"Never thought I'd even see the day that the Tang Dark Saint would allow himself to be a kept man."

Chung Myung tries giving Tang Bo an ugly expression, but the way his face twisted and stretched felt uncomfortably stiff and just wrong.

Tang Bo didn't seem to realize though as he turned his attention back to swirling his tea.

Tang Bo wore a small smile on his face that, if they weren't talking about an event like a wedding, Chung Myung would say looked a bit sad.

Chung Myung, with a grin that felt too tight on his lips, clinked his cup against Tang Bo's.

"Congratulations, Tang Bo."

"Thank you, hyung."

[bayeis]

I haven't watched this show a day in my life

[ssentimentals]

change your mind {hong jisoo}

pairing: joshua x fem!reader

prompt: 'oh, darling, you have never been spoiled, have you?'

warnings and general tags: nsfw, smut (minors dni! please), teasing, fingering, oral sex (fem receiving), praise, body worship, only consensual sex in this blog; featuring gentle and loving joshua and you know me guys, pov switches here from his to yours cause constant narrative is not for me

'all boys are the same.'

these words rang in joshua's head as he drove you home. you said that during monopoly game, amidst playful banter between you and soonyoung; no one paid attention to those words but he did. the bitterness of your tone did not go unnoticed by him and he needed to know the reason. your relationships with him had a rocky start but first month passed by seemingly good and joshua was happy. but were you?

'wanna stay the night?' you asked, pulling him out of his thoughts. 'it'll be easier, your dorm is too far from here.'

joshua swiftly parked the car, nodding. evening at your friend's house went great and he didn't want to ruin that atmosphere with his uneasy questions, but he knew he'd grow anxious if he won't ask. 'can i ask you something? it's about what you said during the monopoly.'

he followed you to your house, smiling at the way you instantly move to the kitchen to make him his favorite tea. 'is this about all boys being the same?' you asked and chuckled at his surprised face. 'i noticed how you tensed up after that one.'

joshua listened closely to your previous experiences and tried not to let it show how angry it made him. he didn't blame you for thinking that all boys are the same, because hell, if he dated some of those douchebags he'd probably think the same too. his heart ached for your troublesome experiences and yet he felt so grateful for the way you opened up, how you decided to take a chance on him. he took your hands in his, giving them light squeeze. he only wished he could erase all those bad thoughts and let you see that he is different.

like reading his mind, you whispered: 'i know you are not them, shua. i know you are different, that's why we are together now.'

'and it makes me so happy.' it was important for him to say this, to let you know this. your small smile for an answer made him braver: 'i'll show you how different it can be, all of it.'

'all of it?' you asked teasingly, leaning closer. it was meant to be a joke but his breath hitched. 'everything?'

'everything.' his words felt like promise on his tongue. 'if you let me.'

your eyes softened and he leaned in, pecking your lips lightly. 'i-' you stopped and gulped. joshua waited patiently for you to continue. 'i trust you. and i'd let you cause you'd never hurt me.'

your faith in him squeezed at his heart painfully. 'never,' he agreed readily, because that is out of the question. he'd hurt himself instead but never you. 'let me take you to bed.'

'how official,' you giggled but then turned serious. 'gonna make love to me tonight?'

'adoringly and with consent.'

your laugh filled his heart with happiness that he learned to associate with you - no one else made him feel this way. you two haven't went beyond simple make-outs and he was excited to take it all to the next level. deep inside he was angry as the way other people made you fell - how could they? how could they think only about themselves? how could they lose their chance to be with you and make you feel good? well, he was not planning on repeating their mistakes. when he kissed you all over and gently laid you on the bed, he felt his hands trembling a bit at the fondness in your gaze. i trust you. your words ringed in his ears as he undressed you without a hurry, peppering kisses on each revealed portion of your skin.

'tickles,' you murmured when he reached your sides and joshua smiled. 'i'm almost naked, aren't you going to take off your clothes too?'

'later,' joshua promised, pulling you closer to the edge of the bed. 'you first.'

and he had meant it. your pleasure came first and foremost and when you gasped in surprise, when he kneeled, he knew he was moving in a right direction. 'gonna take my time with you,' he whispered, caressing gentle skin of your inner thighs. 'will worship you the way you deserve.'

his kisses moved form your knee to your hip and then went down to the inner thigh, making you quiver with anticipation. his hot breath over your core sent electricity running down your whole body, tension coiling at the pit of your stomach. you almost wanted to joke about him being so laser focused but then all thoughts rushed out of your head, when he leaned in and licked a fat stripe from down to the center, rendering you speechless. your knees turned in on their own and joshua hummed in agreement like getting cages between your thighs was absolutely fine by him. enthralled by your response, he began enthusiastically eating you out. a man on a mission, joshua did not let you a second of rest - he dove in, slurping noises so loud that tips of ears burned in shame. your hand covered your mouth but joshua didn't agree with it: he blindly reached out for your elbow and pulled. 'let me hear you, dear.'

you blinked at his hoarse voice, looking down. chin glistening with your juices, joshua stared at you with dilated pupils, hunger evident on his face. this never happened to you. joshua looked like there's no other place he'd rather be right now and no one ever paid this amount of attention to - 'how do you like it?' his question caught you by surprise. 'you can ride my face if you want.'

everything inside you turned upside down. you squeaked at this idea and shook your head, not being ready. joshua smiled reassuringly and leaned in to kiss your navel. 'no worries, we won't do anything you don't want to.' he looked down, smiling. 'so wet for me. are you close? do you want to come?'

'yes.' your voice sounded so high-pitched that you grimaced. fire at the bottom of your stomach burned so intensely, you weren't sure you'd hold on for any longer. 'please,' you added as an afterthought.

that made joshua's smile turn into a smirk. 'such a polite princess i have, how lucky i am.' noticing twitch in your body, his smirk only grew. 'you like being called princess?'

shame coursed through your body but you couldn't deny it; you were sure your whole face was red but joshua only cooed lovingly at you and dived back in with 'then my princess will come.' gripping the sheets, you moaned loudly at joshua doubling his efforts. his tongue circled your sensitive and swollen nub, sucked on it until you started to move away, not bearing this clash of sensations. he held on your hips, not letting you move and sucked harder, groaning when you tried to push your thighs together, coming with his name on your lips. with a loud exhale, you melt into the bed, breathing heavily. you felt joshua moving but couldn't move, only reacting when his face appeared above yours. he stared at you lovingly, moving hair out of your forehead.

'that was amazing,' you breathed out sincerely.

he smiled. 'that was only the start, sweetheart.' at your widened eyes, he frowned. 'you want to stop?'

'no, i just-' you gulped with your dry throat. 'i thought that you know, now we'll just-' you made vague gesture with your hand.

joshua's face broke into a pity. 'oh, darling, you have never been spoiled, have you?' at the lack of your answer, joshua leaned in, rubbing your noses together. 'let me take care of you.'

his fingers danced on your skin until he reached your clit, smiling at your sharp intake of breath. he stared at you like you are one of the wonders in this world, like unraveling you is an honor. 'you are so beautiful,' he whispered, slowly entering one finger in. your back arched instinctively and he placed a kiss on your forehead. 'so gorgeous.' he moved down, leaving open mouth kisses on your neck and collarbones, all while experimentally moving his finger in and out. 'so lovely.' his lips closed around your nipple and you gripped his hair, moaning. he continued assaulting your breast and added second finger in, scissoring them inside. all of your sense came alive, body sensitive after the first time. realizing that joshua liked you being vocal, you started to moan shamelessly, moving your hips a little to match his movements. head clouded with arousal, you barely registered his whispers, his words of devotion and appreciation spoken into your skin in hopes to tattoo them there forever. joshua moved to another breast and you tugged at his hair, when he added third finger. tension inside your body was about to snap and you wanted to warn him but instead what came out from your mouth was a loud shout as you came for the second time. joshua didn't stop his fingers and rode your through your orgasm, smirking at the aftershocks, your body twitching in his hands.

'you did so good,' he praised, lightly slapping your swollen clit. 'took my fingers so well, love, just like i knew you would.'

'you..' you gasped, opening your eyes forcefully. 'you thought of this?'

'you have no idea how often,' he confessed, staring into your eyes so you could see that he's being honest. 'and dreams fade in comparison to reality.'

sweaty and tired, you looked up at him, unable to believe that you managed to score someone like that after all of your failures. maybe this was universe's way of making it up to you? 'this is unreal,' you murmured, unafraid of sounding weird.

joshua's smirk faded into a gentle smile. 'it is.' he slowly inserted two fingers inside you again. 'you are such a dream.'

he moved and only then you felt his hardness; you gasped and wanted to address this but joshua shushed with you a kiss. without a word he moved you to the lay on your side, plastering himself to your back and lifting your leg a little. 'it won't hurt at all,' he reassured, guiding the tip inside of you. 'right, princess? you are all relaxed and wet, all ready for me, right?'

those words made you unclench and you melted on his chest, nodding eagerly. you were tired and sated but desire to feel joshua inside you overpowered all of it. 'please,' you repeated again and joshua groaned lightly, tucking his face in your neck. 'please, shua.'

instead of answering he slowly filled you up to the brim, moaning with you at the feeling. you clenched around him, hissing at him bucking his hips instinctively. you moved, delirious on the sensations of finally having him inside. it felt too good to be true, your eyes rolled back to your head when he moved his hips experimentally. your loud moan startled even you and joshua chuckled into ear, gripping your leg tighter. 'that good, darling?'

you didn't reply. your mouth opened in a soundless moan as he started to move, short thrusts targeted right at driving you insane. his lips on your neck sucked little bruises and you obeyed when he ordered you to touch yourself. circling your clit, you kept moaning his name at every single one of his thrusts, spurring him on. lost in a haze of pleasure, you didn't register his curse words or the way he angled your body for a better access - he used your body the way he wanted and you were absolutely okay with it. whispering sweet nothings into your ear, joshua's hips did a wonderful job of bringing you to the edge alarmingly fast. you jolted with each thrust, fingers fastening their pace at your clit - 'josh,' you called, whimpering. 'josh, i'm- too much, i'm gonna-'

'clench around me,' he asked and you quickly did so, making him groan. 'that's it, doll, keep doing that.'

wanting to be good for him, you continued to clench, bringing your orgasm closer and closer. when joshua's pace turned erratic you wailed, coming undone and trashing a little in his hold. he held you tight and came after few more thrusts, slipping out of you and spoiling the sheets. trembling, you moved fully to the side, sighing at joshua's kisses all over your back. 'you did so good, darling.' he praised, caressing your body. 'want to go to the shower or-'

'if you think i am capable of moving then you're underestimating yourself,' you cut him off, knowing he is smiling without having to look at him. 'i can barely feel my legs.'

'but that's good, right?' he leaned over you, making you look up.

there was an unhidden worry in his gaze that tugged at your heartstrings. there was no one like him, you knew. and he was nothing like all other boys. no one will compare - that you also knew. 'very good,' you confirmed, smiling at his sigh of relief.

'let me hold you.' he moved and opened his arms, content when you cuddle to him. 'let's stay like that for a minute.'

'let's stay like that for much longer than a minute,' you argued, making him chuckle.

'forever?' he asked and you blushed, hiding your face in his chest. 'what? sounds good to me.'

for me too, you thought but didn't say it out loud. for me too.

a/n: two months of talking and it's finally here, i want to thank my persistent anxiety for not letting me leave something in my drafts unfinished :') let me know what you thought of this one! - nini

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[navybrat817]

You just know he'll make you call him your God. Maaaybe makes you kneel at his feet, too 😏 to worship him

Oh, he will. 🔥

God and His Angel

Pairing: God the Bounty Hunter x Female Reader Summary: God takes an angel for himself. Word Count: Over 500 Warnings: Implied s/mut, implied o/ral, d/ubcon if you squint, minor character d/eath, God the Bounty Hunter (he's a warning, okay?), inappropriate use of voltage A/N: Yes, I will take less than two minutes of a character and do something with it. 😂 Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. ❤️ Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

"You're making this harder than it needs to be, angel."

"Don't call me that," you said through your teeth.

You didn't have a chance to register the small tut as he twisted his voltage ring, but the jolt between your legs was enough to force you to your knees. If he wanted to, he could knock you out with enough energy. You had half expected him to put the connecting metal disc on your neck, but the bastard had much more fun snaking a hand down the front of your pants to put in a much more intimate spot.

And right now, he wanted to play.

You weren't sure if the sound you let out was one of pain or pleasure as you felt another jolt, but he smirked at you just the same as he gripped your chin and forced your gaze on him. Warmth lingered in his touch and stare, a contrast to the cold look he gave before he shot your partner. The bounty was for him, after all, not for you.

He was business and you were pleasure.

"Why wouldn't I call you that? I'm your God and you're my new angel."

The terrifying thing about the bounty hunter was that he didn't raise his voice when he spoke to you. He didn't have to. To him, his word was law.

Like an actual god.

"Bet you're wet for me," he said in a low voice. You didn't deny it. "Should I check?"

"No."

He shrugged with one shoulder. "I'll feel just how wet you are when you take my cock."

"You think I'll do that? And what else am I supposed to do exactly?" you asked, keeping your breathing steady as you lightly trembled. "Worship you?"

"It's a start," he said, releasing you to reach for his belt. "Worship me, call me God, and you'll always be in my care."

He can't be fucking serious.

"Always in your care, huh? What about my partner?" you snapped, nodding to the dead body.

He gripped your chin again, the ring lightly digging into your skin. "My work is perfect and my ways are just," he stated as a matter of fact. You almost laughed at the audacity of his statement when you realized he believed his own words, which made him that much more horrifying. "So I'm justified in keeping you for myself."

Triumph glittered in his blue eyes because he already knew he won. It was his world. You were just a pawn in it.

Or maybe you could be an angel.

"You may need to convince me," you said.

"It won't take much, especially after I fuck you. And you'll call me 'God' when I give it to you."

Cocky bastard.

"Am I still an angel if you fuck me?" you asked, your heart racing when he smiled.

"You'll be mine and that's all that matters. Your world will start and end with me, but don't worry. You'll get yours after I get mine," he promised as he unzipped his pants. "Now open up for me."

Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[youraverageaemondsimp]

Promises // Aegon ii Targaryen x Fem!Reader || MODERN AU.

Valentine's special 💕

Summary: Aegon was always afraid of committing to a relationship, he knew what he felt towards you was serious, is he finally ready to commit?

WARNINGS: mdni, afab!reader, unprotected p in v sex, tiddy sucking, fingering, friends with benefits relationship, angst, toxic relationships, mentions of cheating (not on reader), hurt + comfort, fluffy ending.

WC: 1.5k

A/N: made a valentine special for him too, this focuses more on the feels side 😩 aemonds will also drop soon // divider credits to @cafekitsune

The rain poured restlessly outside, the sound of the raindrops hitting the road matched the rhythm of your heartbeat as you too restlessly paced in your apartment.

You received a text from Aegon not too long ago, ‘hey, I'm coming over, it's urgent.’ and when you had replied asking him about what happened, he just left you on read, which caused your mind to go haywire, thinking he'd gotten in some kind of trouble, perhaps his family was too harsh on him again? Did someone try to assassinate him? It isn't uncommon since he was from an influential family, all those possibilities with even worse types popping up in your head made it very hard to stay calm.

You stood over your window, trying to see if he had come to your apartment, and when you saw the familiar car and headlights entering your apartment and being parked outside, you immediately bolted to the door before you stood in front of it, anxiously tapping your foot, waiting for him to ring the bell.

The bell finally rang, and you wasted no time opening the door, you had opened it so fast to the point the bell did not even finish echoing and ringing.

There he stood, Aegon, unscathed, but just standing with an umbrella in his hand that was leaking droplets, you let out a sigh of relief before you let him inside.

“What happened, Aegon?” You ask him after shutting the door behind you, and locking it. He simply turned to look at you for a moment before pulling you in for a hug, his face nuzzled into your neck as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, “Is everything alright?” you ask him and he nods his head against your neck, taking a deep breath as he breathes in your comforting scent.

“It's just—” he pulls away from the hug, “Me and Cass broke up.” He tells you and you go silent for a moment, blinking, trying to process what he said, “Ah— I see, you were dating her?” You asked and he nodded, “Since when?” You ask dumbfounded, not knowing Aegon was dating someone, “Two months.”

Your eyes widened as he revealed the time period, he sighed knowing what he messed up really badly, “Two months?! Aegon we've been getting together the entire time, why did you not tell me?” You yelled at him and he sighed, “She found out, that's the reason she broke up with me, I told her that you didn't know that we both were in a relationship, I don't know if she believed it.” He tries to de-escalate the situation, but you roll your eyes and scoff.

“Thank you Aegon, for making me look like a whore in someone's eye, I told you that I don't want to be in the friends with benefits relationship if we're both dating someone, it was a boundary that I've set, because that's cheating—” You began, “And you broke that.” You mutter the last part, all the emotional stress weighing you down.

“I didn't want to stop sleeping with you.” He confesses, “Then why did you get into a relationship with someone?” You question and he remains silent, not having a proper answer.

You sigh heavily before rubbing your temples with your hand, trying to soothe the ache that was forming in your head, “I'll talk to her and patch things up between you both,” You tell him and he shakes his head, “I didn't like her, besides I did not come here to ask you to patch things up between me and her.” He tells you and steps closer, “I came here because I realised one thing.” He whispers, his eyes boring into yours, and you couldn't look away, almost as if they are hypnotising you. “What is it?” You question and he leans down before pressing a peck to your lips. “That I love you.” The world had stopped moving the moment those words left his mouth, the sound of rain being the only thing both of you could hear, your lips trembled, trying to find an answer or a way to respond to this confession, Aegon isn't the type of guy that falls in love, so when those words come out of his mouth, it's pretty serious. “I—” You are interrupted with a kiss from him, his soft lips moving against yours in a gentle rhythm, you had tried not to give in, really tried, but the soft whimper he let out was enough to make your restraints fall apart and soon, you were kissing him back.

Lightning flashed and the thunder roared outside, and the rain began to pour even more heavily than before, his hands desperately pawed at your clothes, trying to grab any and all flesh he could find, he felt needy, desperate, hot, everything all at once.

You both pulled away at the same, and before you could say anything, Aegon carried you to the nearest surface to put you down on — which happens to be the kitchen platform — before continuing to kiss you, he wanted to be close to you, he wanted to be embraced by your comfort and warmth.

“I love you, I really do, I'm an asshole, I'm fucked in the head, but I really do love you.” He whispers against your lips and you look at him in haze, he pulls his face away from you, cupping your cheeks with both of his hands, “Please—” his voice was laced with grief, “Give me a chance,” You felt bad for him, at the way his voice was shaking, and you pulled him in for a hug, and he rested his head on your shoulder.

Warm tears flowed down your shoulder, trailing down to your collarbone as he cried, all the emotions he was holding back finally overflowing, he felt defeated, he knew he was wrong, he was shitty, the way he behaved with both you and Cassandra but that was because he was naive, naive to realise what his feelings were, after all, aegon never really got to regulate his emotions healthily.

“I know what's on your mind, if you get into a relationship with me, what's the chance that I won't cheat on you too, right?” He questions, sniffing and you mutter a ‘yes’

He pulls away from your shoulder, “That's because I love you, I didn't know what I wanted up until now.” He reassures, but you still couldn't help but have your doubts, “Please, I promise.” You watched as the tears continuously flowed down his cheeks and you tried to not feel any sympathy for him, because he was indeed an asshole, yet, you loved him, and you couldn't help but feel bad and guilty, so you just wiped his tears away and nodded, saying you'll give him a chance.

He hugged you right afterwards, and you caressed his back.

He began kissing your neck, trailing upwards to your ear and then to your face, pressing kisses all over it, before his hands grabbed your top and pulled it off you, leaving you in your bra. Aegon swallowed thickly, unbuckling your bra, revealing your bosom, he pressed kisses to the flesh before taking one in his mouth and suckling on it. This action comforted him for an odd reason, you simply held his head in place as he continuously suckled, licking and pivoting his tongue around the bud.

His hands resting on your thighs, making their way up under your skirt before they finally found your panties, his fingers hooked around the elastic of your underwear before pulling it down.

He wasted no time in settling between your legs, undoing his pants, pushing his cock out before he grabbed you by your hips and brought you closer to the edge of the counter so he could insert himself inside you.

You and Aegon had done this before, but for some odd reason, it felt more intimate, with his constant kissing and the way he held you had completely changed, he held you as if you were something fragile that would break, usually he would be rough, but today he was gentle, taking it slow.

His thrust slowly began to speed up and you rested your hands on his shoulders for leverage which he pried one off to place kisses on, you felt butterflies in your stomach at the action and you gasped as you felt him hit the sweet spot at the same time.

He chuckled, before intertwining your hand with his and changed the angle, constantly hitting the sweet spot and before you know it, you're spilling yourself all over him, you rest your head on his shoulder after a loud moan of his name escaped your lips, he thrusts a few more times before he too finishes inside you with a loud moan.

You both stay like that for a while, catching your breaths, “Will you give me a chance?” He asks again, voice nervously and you nod, “You better keep your promise.” You mutter before placing a kiss on his lips.

The emotions inside him ran wild, just like the storm outside.

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[eufezco]

sister's fiance!Joel x reader

smut ! i've not written a single thing for three months so sorry if this is really bad

You promised yourself it wouldn't happen again but it felt dirty just the way you both looked at each other.

The first time it happened was one night you visited their house hoping to find your sister, but she was still at work. Joel insisted on you waiting for her and told you he didn't mind adding a plate to the table for you. You thanked him deeply and asked for Sarah. You were kinda close with her since you sometimes helped her with homework and looked after her when your sister and her dad went out. Unfortunately, Joel told you Sarah was out for the night as he poured you some wine, so it was just you and him in the house. And thank god because your moans were loud, and your sister would have freaked out watching the scene, as well as Joel helping you to jump on the table and the red wine being spilled on her new white carpet.

The following times were purely lustful. Your sister only crossed your mind when you watched her eyes glowing as she looked at Joel. Not even when you were lying in her bed with her fiancé on top of you and their photos on the bedside table looking directly at you. But as the wedding date kept getting closer, the feeling of regret began to haunt you. But then his strong hands were on your body again, and his lips devoured your neck, and you could hear your sister's car pull into the garage as Joel fucked faster into you with one of his hands around your neck as he mumbled into your ear how he wanted you to hold his cum inside when you greeted your sister.

She loved how close you were with Joel. You were even closer to him than she knew, so close that his fingers caressed the inside of your thighs while you were at the table, a very risky move considering that your sister was sitting in front of you two, and then, minutes after, he was on his knees on the bathroom floor, eating you out under the floral skirt you were wearing as you tried to keep it quiet. Your sister truly did love you being close to Joel. She loved that you two could spend some time alone and that it would not be awkward. How was it gonna be awkward when he was shoving his cock down your throat and then bending you over the sink he came to your house to help you fix?

"You didn't open the door for me last night."

"I told you this can't go on, Joel."

He was standing behind you, with his hands in his pockets and his back leaning against one of the doors of the restrooms, as he looked carefully at your reflection in the mirror. Three days ago was his bachelor party. He told you that it was not going to be anything special, just a couple of drinks with his brother and some friends, and then he'd be home.

You didn't think he meant your home.

You hadn't seen each other since then. He has been busy with the wedding and you thought it would be best if you two stopped seeing each other as soon as possible.

"You've said that so many times it's meaningless at this point."

You softly shook your head in disagreement with his words. You shook your hands before grabbing a piece of paper to dry them off as you turned to face Joel. He had that devilish smirk on his lips.

"I'm being serious, Joel. I don't know what else you want from me. This has been fun but also wrong. You're marrying my sister in less than an hour yet you're here–”

"And that tells you nothing, huh?"

"Joel." You stopped him there. He was going to marry your sister. You didn't care if you had to disappear from the country or join a convent and become a nun, but he was going to put that ring on your sister's finger. With his hands still inside his pockets and his eyes locked on the floor, he approached you. Slowly walking and giving you enough time to try and escape him, but poor you. You ended up trapped in between the sink behind you and Joel's body.

"This dress looks amazing on you." You avoided eye contact with him. He played with the thin strap on your shoulder. He had you where he wanted, with no escape. "You know I helped your sister to choose it?" It was hard to breathe with him so close, and all that came through your nostrils was his intoxicating perfume. "All I could think about when she was showing me those stupid bridesmaids' dresses was how they would look on you, and I knew this would be the best one."

"Joel–" You let out his name in a sigh.

"And I was right because–fuck" Joel chuckled in mid-sentence. Before he could finish, your lips were already on his.

The kiss was messy, and you hesitated about where to place your hands; only two seemed too little for how much you needed to touch him. You tugged at the root of his hair, destroying the hairdresser's work, and then you moved them to squeeze both of his cheeks to deepen the kiss as much as possible. But your hands ended up focusing on taking off his suit jacket, and then your fingers skillfully started to unbutton his shirt. It was easy for Joel to slide your panties down your legs and turn you around to face the mirror.

You bent over the countertop, resting your entire upper body on it and making your ass fully at his disposal. Joel unzipped his pants and pulled down his underwear just enough to free his cock. One of his hands wrapped around his shaft, stroking himself as he let out a groan, and with his other hand, he caressed one of your ass cheeks. You spread your legs apart and Joel teased your wet hole with his tip before finally pushing himself inside of you.

You both let out a moan at the same time when Joel bottomed you. He pressed his chest against your back, his hips thrusting hard into you and his fingers digging into your skin there to keep you in place. You tried your best to quiet your moans, but there were times when you couldn't help but let out some whimpers and curses. Joel had to move one of his hands to wrap his fingers around your neck, not to choke you but to make you throw your head back.

"That should be you wearing the white dress. It should be you who—fuck, It should be you who I wait for at the altar." Joel groaned in your ear as his hips kept hammering into you. He hid his face in the crook of your neck, sucking on your sensitive skin there.

You would never tell him how much you liked hearing that, the reaction his words had on you, and the way you would have loved to tell him that you felt the same way. But he had a duty to your sister; you both had to make that sacrifice for all the damage you had caused her without her knowing it.

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hiiii congrats 🥳 so amazing!! you’re amazing!! love seeing you on my dash/notifs and especially your fics!! they’re amazing

only if you have time, but could you do “I saved a piece for you.” with mat <3

i know we don't really talk, BUT ILYSM! your writing always brings a smile to my face!!

this got out of hand, but here ya go!

mat knew you were a hopeless romantic, it was one of the reasons he fell in love with you. the way you sobbed when watching the end of 27 dresses despite it being a very upbeat and happy ending or the way you squealed and thanked him a million times every time he so much as came home with a bouquet of flowers.

you made it easy for him to be a good boyfriend, your very reactions to his love made him only want to love you even more.

"babe?" he walked through the front door, ready to be accosted by your warm hug.

but it never came.

mat furrowed his brows and walked further into your apartment. he found you standing in your bedroom, throwing the clothes you packed across the room while you cried.

"baby, what's wrong?" mat hurried across the room to pull you into his arms but you shrieked and pulled away.

"stay away!" you cried. "i'm sick."

mat stopped, even though he wanted nothing more than to hold you, but not at the risk of upsetting you even further. "talk to me, how can i help you? what's going on?"

you collapsed face first into bed and sobbed. "stupid martha came to work when she was sick and got me sick. so i can't go to the wedding with you, mat. i'm sorry."

mat was quick to sit down next to you and start rubbing your back. "it's okay, i'll just tell ethan we can't make it and--"

you sat up immediately. "no! you're going mathew barzal."

"i can't just leave you here."

you set him with a hard look. "you can and will. i'll get a friend to help me, but you need to be with ethan on his big day." you cried a little more. "just promise me you'll eat some cake, diet be damned."

mat rolled his eyes but a smile was playing on his lips. "it's just cake, babe."

you scoffed. "no, wedding cake is the best cake because it tastes like love and promises and commitment and cherishing the one you adore." if you didn't look so serious, mat would've laughed at how stopped up you sounded.

"okay, if you say so," he conceded.

"i'm glad you see it my way." you paused. "you know what this means, right? me being sick?" mat shook his head. "you can't sleep in here tonight."

he scoffed and pulled you into his chest before placing kisses up and down your neck. "like hell i am, i'm sleeping in our bed with you."

you eventually acquiesced that night, but not without establishing a pillow wall between the two of you (which mat discarded quickly after you fell asleep.

the next morning, he let you sleep while he gathered his things and headed for the airport, leaving his entire heart back in new york.

ethan was the one who picked him up from the airport, and he immediately asked where you were. when mat explained the situation, his friend seemed a bit bummed, more so for mat than anyone else.

"god, i couldn't imagine leaving my fiance at home while i was in another country."

mat blinked. "you do that literally all season long."

but ethan shrugged him off.

when the day of the wedding came, mat's hands felt empty. usually, at the other weddings you'd attended together, you were attached at the hip. mat had a hand on you at all times. though, if he was being fair, his physical touch was not exclusive to weddings and parties.

he couldn't help but think of you in every decoration, every song that was played. he could picture you now wearing the dress you picked out for that very occasion. he could see you walking down the aisle towards him wearing the ring that was currently sitting in his bedside table drawer.

after his speech, mat stepped outside and dialed your number. it rang three times before you picked up.

"mat?" god he loved the sound of your voice.

"hey baby, how're you feeling?"

"i'm fine, have you eaten the cake? how did lenasia look? was she gorgeous? i bet she was beautiful."

he laughed into the phone. "you sound like you're feeling better."

"a little, i miss you though."

"i'll be home tomorrow, i promise. and then we can enjoy the rest of the off season together. how does that sound?"

"sounds like heaven."

the wedding continued on, with mat sneaking a slice of cake to take home to you. he partied, but hated you weren't there to dance to some cheesy ed sheeran love song. he laughed at jokes, but wondered what you would've found funny. he watched ethan and his wife dance together and couldn't help himself from messing with his ring finger on his left hand, wondering what it would feel like to feel cold metal there.

"you okay, barzy?" ethan must've stepped away from the dance floor while mat was zoning out.

he smiled. "never better."

"but you miss her," ethan supplied.

"but i miss her." mat shrugged. "i'll see her tomorrow though."

"is she feeling any better?"

mat nodded. "she's fine now, hates that she missed it."

"it happens," ethan said. "besides, i'm sure we'll see her when you two get married." mat flushed. "that's still the plan right? next month?"

"next month."

ethan smiled and slapped his friend in the shoulder. "best decision you'll ever make."

mat flew home the next day. he politely took a few photos with fans, but for the most part sprinted out of the airport just to get home to you.

he couldn't drive fast enough. couldn't get enough green lights. the elevator up to your penthouse felt too slow.

but it was worth it when he opened the door and saw you wearing his sweatshirt (that had mysteriously gone missing two weeks ago) watching yet another rom com.

he didn't even say hello. didn't greet you. he just sat his bag down and pulled out some tupperware and held it out to you.

"i saved a piece for you," he said.

your eyes watered until you jumped off the couch and into his arms. "i love you i love you i love you!" you exclaimed before taking the cake from him and diving into it. you moaned at the rich flavors before smiling at him. "this is so fucking good. isn't wedding cake the best?"

mat shrugged. "their cake was decent, but i bet ours will be better."