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luneariaa · 8 months ago

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ᯓ★٠ ࣪⭑ PIECE OF ART. ✧ KENJI S.

✰ — you and kenji being at the museum for plot reasons, kenji being sweet, pure fluff, might be ooc kenji, not much proof-read.

tagging : @xxladyballadxx @jinwoosungs @madeimoisellesoleil 💕

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A LIGHT grin is present upon your features, further observing the scattered paper arts close by— passing it in an unhurried pace. Dressed ever so casually, to say the least, yet perfectly fitting to the current location you were in. A sight to behold that still manages to go unnoticed within the sea of people.

It is just the beginning of the eventide, and the museum still continues to open and welcome new visitors as always. Your sole figure remains there, blending in with the several other people with dexterity.

The romantic time of the day, some may say. The mere location itself has given it away fully.

Due to the amount of passing minutes that you've been inside, you started to feel quite chilly all over— causing yourself to mentally curse for not bringing a coat along with you, blaming yourself for your small mistake.

It doesn't take long for you to endure with a slight shiver, when a certain someone suddenly covers your form up with a rather sizeable coat; warming you up almost instantly without fail.

Admittedly, you got startled from the gesture and the sudden appearance, before deciding to turn around to face the said person.

And of course, it didn't take long for you to be able to fully register upon the familiar sight altogether— eyes instantly widening with a beaming smile.

"Ken, you actually came!" Without wasting any second of hesitation, you pulled him into an embrace— burying your face onto his chest with pure joy.

"Mmhm," Kenji hums, adding more to his words further with an equally happy expression, along with a mellow tone. "Of course I do."

He gradually encircles his arms around you, returning the embrace with equal fervor. Lowering his head ever so slightly, he silently allows you to burrow your face further against his chest for the time being— relishing within one another's mere presence.

Everything about him screams security, allowing yourself to drown into him without any worries; starting to feel more addicted as if he's some sort of a drug that made you hold onto life itself.

He's a famous person that is loved by many, and you're almost.. Nothing, like him. It's what keeps you questioning sometimes, and the way you're able to establish a rather special connection with him.

The difference between you two is like day and night itself; one that is vast and perceptible. Yet if only you knew— that Kenji never once is bothered by any of those existing statuses, not even the slightest. He appreciates you for being who you truly are.

"I figured that you'd be quite busy. I mean, I understand if you're unable to stop by earlier, y'know."

"Hey, don't worry about it." Just like that— he's able to dispel the existing anxiousness within you effortlessly so, still keeping his hold around you with just the right amount of force; not too assertive, and it just felt right.

"I'll always make time for you, my love."

His simple response made you beam in delight; noting the truth of his words alone.

No one is around the area that you both are in, does it-? It's as if nothing much mattered at this present moment, shielding yourselves with the makeshift reality that you both have unconsciously created— lost within your own little world without a care.

The stillness around the both of you, except for the occasional breathing sounds, makes the moment special somehow. You could clearly feel the heat radiating off from him and his coat alone; his warm breath brushes past your ear.

"Feeling any better now?"

"Yeah," you nodded with a grateful smile of your own. "Thank you, Ken."

Has he ever told you on how much he loves it whenever you call him Ken? It just hits different whenever you call him like that. He would lose his damn mind if he wants to.

"I appreciate you a whole lot," you added. "You don't usually go to places like this, that is."

"I just can't help myself but to come and see you.." A velvety chuckle slips past through his lips— planting a small kiss upon your forehead before gently pushing you away for a bit, just so that he could gaze at you.

"Honestly, I just— yeah, I missed you, a lot. I know I've been busy lately, but still.."

Kenji is speaking nothing short of pure honesty lacing his words. He misses the feeling of your frame against his own; letting his thumb tracing the contours of your face with such delicacy— every detail of your features none left untouched.

"What if I told you that I feel the same way too?" A cliche answer, but it works every single time.

Your gaze now darted towards the large painting ahead, which ostensively have shown a pair of lovers— holding onto one another as the life of the other gradually withers away.

He simply chuckled over your statement, immediately taking notice of the shift of your gaze; following your line of sight after.

"The painting looks a bit depressing, to say the least," he remarks, paying close attention about what the artist is trying to convey through the art.

"Yeah." You approached closer to the aforementioned painting, and the coat— his coat, still settled snuggly around your figure, trying your best to discern the details as well.

"I wonder what goes through the artists' mind while making this."

Kenji now stood beside you; the height difference very much noticeable. His eyes seemed to be observing it in every angle possible as well, placing his chin atop of your head from behind— no longer standing beside you.

"I'm curious about it too."

"Maybe it was meant to portray, you know— some tragedy?"

"Well, that definitely worked." He agreed along with your words, accompanied with a quick nod.

When he's sure that you're not looking at anywhere else but the painting alone, Kenji took the opportunity to glance down at you, secretly— or not-so-secretly, admiring the way his coat hangs around you almost loosely; yet fittingly so. You looked so beautiful to him like this, and he didn't dare to let his mind wander too far.

At this point, you didn't have to bring him along to the museum to see the arts, when you are the whole art itself.

A precious piece of art that he would love to keep with him for as long as he's breathing— if you would let him.

Every single part of you screams divine perfection to him. The way your eyes would light up whenever you see anything that interests you, or the way you would bite your lip in pure concentration unknowingly.

The way you speak, and the way you walk— God, don't get him started on the way he would always, successfully so, getting any sort of reaction out of you. The list is endless, and it felt like a personal reward, one that he's not-so-willingly share with anyone else.

No one can truly blame him for doing so, honestly. Kenji couldn't help it— he cherishes you so much that it almost hurts so good. Not out of obsession, but damn, that man loves you a little too much.

Nevertheless, nothing is truly too much for him to love you just the way you are.

Yet rightfully so, you never minded even the slightest. Kenji could never get enough of you; his love for you is always, and somehow, endless.

You smiled lovingly underneath his soft gaze, rubbing his own arm that's currently encircling around you so tenderly. You know that stare, but you just didn't want to point it out and simply wanted to relish within that feeling.

The people might see him as the arrogant, boastful person in the public eye— a mere facade that he puts up every so often when it deems necessary. But he acts so differently whenever he's around you, daring himself to let his walls down and be completely vulnerable with you.

With you, he has nothing to hide, shamelessly showing and proving his devotion to you alone; showing you a side that only you get the privilege of seeing it.

Kenji Sato will never cease to treasure you.

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mister0ctopus · 25 days ago

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apart-mental issues part 4

mini series - jeon jungkook

Pairings: Neighbor JK x Reader

Summary: Just your awkward and embarrassing encounters with your next-door neighbor, Jungkook.

PART 4 FINAL CHAPTER audentes fortuna iuvat after hours dark brown eyes

Ratings: 18+ ONLY! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Warnings: Explicit language, Mature Contents

Au/Genre: Mini Series, Neighbor JK, Enemies to Lovers, Smut, Fluff

Word Count: 5.7K

a/n: inspired by when i moved to my new apartment and my next door neighbor wasnt jungkook :(

🐙 Masterlist / talk2me?

apart-mental issues part 1 apart-mental issues part 2 apart-mental issues part 3 apart-mental issues part 4 (FINAL)

📜 audentes fortuna iuvat

“Fortune favors the brave. The world does not wait for those who stand still...

In the dynamic tide of economics, fortune does not favor hesitation—it rewards those who move forward with intention and purpose. Thank you.”

The sound of polite applause filled the classroom, cutting through the nervous tension that had been clawing at your chest since the start of your presentation. You exchanged a look with Sean, whose face was a mix of pride and relief. Weeks of sleepless nights, endless revisions, and caffeine-fueled discussions had paid off. Finally, it was over.

As the professor dismissed the class, you and Sean shared a high-five, the kind that stung your palm but left you grinning like an idiot.

“You want a ride to work? I’m heading that way anyway,” Sean offered as the two of you exited the lecture hall.

“Sure, thanks,” you replied, fishing your phone out of your bag to check the time. The sight of your wallpaper made you pause. It was a candid mirror selfie you’d taken in the grocery store a few weeks ago, Jungkook holding a grocery bag in one hand, his tattooed arm possessively wrapped around your shoulders.

Your thumb hovered over the screen. Lately, you’d been trying to stay more organized, a goal you had set for yourself after your talk with Jungkook a couple of days ago. Alarms, sticky notes, even your wallpaper—anything to keep your forgetful brain in check.

Before you could type, his name popped up on your screen.

nextdoor<3 [11:05 PM]: Going to work now? 😀

You smiled, already typing a response.

You [11:05 PM]: Heyyy! I was just about to text you. Yeah, catching a ride with Sean

Sean was busy rummaging through his pockets for his car keys as you walked toward the open parking space.

nextdoor<3 [11:06 PM]: No need. Turn your pretty ass to your left. 😋

Your head snapped to the left, and you let out a small gasp... there he was, leaning against his car with a wide grin. His hands were tucked into his pockets, and he looked so effortlessly handsome and cool in his casual oversized white shirt and acid washed jeans.

Sean followed your gaze. Before you could explain, Jungkook was already striding toward you, with his stupid grin.

“Hi,” he greeted casually, his voice a little chipper as his eyes locked with yours.

“Hey! Um, this is Sean, you know him…” You gestured between them, trying to mask your flustered state.

“Sean, YN’s classmate and case study partner,” Sean introduced himself, offering a cheerful smile and an outstretched hand.

“Jungkook,” he replied, shaking Sean’s hand firmly. “YN’s boyfriend. I’m here to pick her up.”

Your eyes widened as your head whipped toward Jungkook. Boyfriend? He didn’t even glance at you, keeping his focus on Sean, who looked equally surprised.

“Oh! I didn’t know YN had a boyfriend,” Sean said, his confusion evident, looking at you with a wide smile.

“Uh, well… You never asked!” you laughed nervously, playfully tapping Jungkook’s shoulder. He didn’t so much as flinch, his attention still fixed on Sean.

Sean chuckled. “Well, take care you guys! Nice meeting you Jungkook! See you later, YN!” He waved and headed off toward his car.

Once Sean was out of earshot, you turned to Jungkook. “Boyfriend? What was that?” your tone was clearly curious and surprised.

He kept his grin and shrugged nonchalantly, taking your bag off your shoulder and grabbing the books from your hands. Without a word, he started walking toward his car with a smirk.

“Jungkook!” you called after him, your tone rising as you trailed behind him. He opened the backseat to place your things inside before moving to the passenger side to open the door for you.

Him not answering you was making you a little frustrated, and you stood there, arms crossed, refusing to get in.

“Are you mad?” he asked finally, his tone calm but his wide teasing grin was plastered all over his stupidly handsome face.

“I’m not. Yet. But if you keep ignoring me, I will be.”

His smirk turned into a wide, bunny smile. “Baby, you’re my girl. I don’t care if you haven’t figured it out by now. Now, get in the car, my princess baby gorgeous angel, or you’re going to be late for work. Unless… you want to call in sick and spend my day off with me instead?”

“Yeah, something is wrong with you” you playfully sighed and slid into the car, but as you did, you bumped your head against the doorframe. It wasn’t hard—actually, it was quite soft. As you looked up, you found his hand already there, gently covering your head as if he were used to this. Instead of saying "oopsie," you just smiled and rolled your eyes as a thank you because this wasn’t new.

He shut the door behind you, his laughter soft as he walked around to the driver’s side.

“Seriously, though. I told you, I don't like bothering you.” you asked once he’d settled into his seat.

"I also told you that I’m here. Bother me? My girl could never bother me. You just gotta figure out how to need me,” he said, pulling down the sun visor over your head as the midday sun began to shine through.

“Who says I’m your girl?” You raised an eyebrow as you removed your hoodie. The midday summer heat was starting to make you comfortable in just your tank top underneath.

“You did,” he replied with a grin as he ran a hand through his dark hair.

You paused, trying to remember. “When?”

“A couple of days ago, when you came on my fingers, I thought it was pretty clear—”

“Jungkook!” you shrieked, hands flying to cover his mouth as heat flooded your face. "What is wrong with you!"

He laughed against your palms, pulling them away gently.

“What’s wrong with me is that I’m getting greedy,” he admitted, his tone softening. “I know I said I didn’t need answers from you, but that doesn’t mean I’ll stop saying and doing what I want.” He cocked his head, his gaze locking with yours. “Kiss me right now if you don’t like it.”

Your gasp at his audacity. “Wow. I want my patient, gentle Jungkook back.”

“Don’t summon him. You get this version now.” He gestured to himself with a chuckle.

“And who am I talking to right now?”

“You want to know?” he murmured, leaning closer. His gaze dropped to your lips, and your pulse quickens. He inched closer, his breath brushing against your cheeks.

You froze and gulped, which made him smirk when he saw.

You wanted to roll your eyes at how easily he could make you feel this way, but then, he claimed your mouth as if it were his.

His lips moved with determination. Confident. Slow. The flick of his tongue against your lower lip sent a shiver through you, and you couldn’t help but surrender to his kiss. You parted your lips, inviting him in like a welcomed guest, and he decisively came to take residence, as though your tongue were his home and this was no mere visit.

His tongue possessed yours with patience, as if he had all the time in the world.

To taste you. To tease you. So slowly, so surely.

Jungkook knows how to kiss, and he knows it well.

The proof lay in the way your hands instinctively reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling him closer. In response, his lips wandered down your neck, unhurried yet utterly consuming, moving lower and lower until they reached your chest. His tongue flicked over your skin just above the curve of your breasts, drawing a soft moan from you as your grip on his shirt tightened, desperate to bring him closer.

“Jungkook…”

And just as you were about to lose yourself in him—

he pulled back.

huh?

His thumb brushed over your swollen lips, his tongue poking at his inner cheek.

You stared at him, wide-eyed, breathless, chest heaving, cheeks flushed.

“I told you, you’re my girl,” he said with finality, buckling your seatbelt before starting the car to drive you to work, grinning like an idiot while you’re still gasping for air.

🍻 after hours

The week flew by quickly, and your classes were becoming more relaxed as you focused solely on lectures, giving you more time to rest.

Work had been lighter too, with the full staff back. Your manager had kept her word, giving you an extra day off tomorrow now that your workmates were back from being sick.

Hours passed, and more customers trickled in. The bar filled with the usual noise and chaos, but you didn’t mind. You glanced at the clock—just two more hours until you could go home.

Thoughts of sleeping in, tangled up with Jungkook, ordering takeout, watching silly shows, chatting about your week, and doing absolutely nothing together kept you going.

You had just returned from the kitchen when you noticed the inner booth was now occupied. You quickly weaved through the tables, only to find…

Him, again?

Jungkook looked up at you, his familiar bunny smile stretching across his face. His nose scrunched, eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Huh?” you blinked in surprise. “What are you doing here?”

“Having a good time,” he replied smoothly, his voice like velvet. That black leather jacket he wore hugged him just right, over a plain white shirt, paired with jeans.

Omg. Seriously this man.

All you could think about was how good he’d feel against you later tonight. So firm, so warm.

“Jungkook, seriously!” You snapped out of your thoughts and tried to keep your cool, scanning the room. “Are you here with friends?”

“Nope,” he said, leaning back in the booth with that smug grin—that fucking grin— that made you want to smack him and kiss him all at once. “I’m here to pick my girl up. Couldn’t wait to see you. And…” His voice dropped, his gaze trailing over you shamelessly, “...I wanted to watch you work.”

“What are you on today!” You shoved his arm, fighting back the laugh that bubbled up, your cheeks burning. “You didn’t have to pick me up again! Also where is the goodie-softie Jungkook?”

He shook his head, a cocky grin spreading across his face. “He’s not here. You get this greedy Jungkook now.” His eyes are full of mischief.

"You can keep being miss independent, which you are, insisting you don’t need me for all you want, but like I said, I'm gonna do what I want to do. I’m done pretending I’m okay waiting around.”

He stared at you, eyeing you up and down, not even trying to hide it.

Your arms crossed, more for self-defense against the butterflies erupting in your chest than anything else. You narrowed your eyes at him. “Okay, seriously, stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?” he asked, feigning innocence as he tilted his head, his lips curling in that trademark teasing smile.

“Like you’re going to eat me.”

His grin widened as he leaned forward, elbows resting on the table.

“Oh, I am.”

Your breath hitched, but you fought to keep your composure. “Then, baby, you have to be patient until we get home.”

Jungkook chuckled as he leaned back, slipping his hands into the pockets of his jacket, shaking his head. “Oh, baby, I’ve been patient for months. A few more hours is nothing.”

“Good,” you replied, though your voice wavered slightly. “Now I have to get back to work.”

Before turning away, you paused. “Do you want anything?”

He smirked, playing with his lip ring like he had all the time in the world. “You.”

“Jungkook…” You rolled your eyes, but the involuntary smile tugging at your lips gave you away.

“Just a root beer float, please.” He glanced at your name tag, “YN”, dragging out your name like it was the tastiest word to ever roll off his tongue.

The way your name slipped from his lips sent a rush of heat straight down your legs. “Coming right up,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady as you turned to head back toward the kitchen. But you couldn’t resist glancing at him over your shoulder.

You caught him staring, his eyes fixed on your ass, your tight skirt hugging every curve.

“Jungkook!” you hissed, shooting him a glare.

He just shrugged, his Cheshire cat grin widening.

When your shift finally ended, you didn’t bother changing out of your uniform, too eager to go home with him. Throwing on your jacket, you headed out, your coworker Rosie giving you a knowing smirk after all the blatant eye-fucking that had transpired throughout the evening between you and Jungkook.

You just blew her a kiss and waved.

Outside the bar, the night was cold, the wind biting at your legs as you spotted Jungkook standing where he’d waited for you last time. His hands were shoved into his pockets, his solid figure a stark contrast against the soft dark of the night.

As you approached, he stretched out his hand to you, his smile softening into something that made your chest ache. Without a word, you slipped your hand into his, and two of you walk swiftly toward his car, your strides charged with intent and urgency.

👁️👁️ dark brown eyes

The moment you slide into the passenger seat, Jungkook wastes no time. He leans in, cupping your face gently yet possessively, and kisses you deeply. His tongue slides into your mouth, exploring, making sure to taste every angle of you. A soft moan escapes you, and he groans in response, his hands gripping the base of your jaw just a little tighter.

He pulls away for a brief second, his forehead resting against yours as he catches his breath. But the break doesn’t last long—his lips are back on yours, this time sucking on your tongue, his own sliding against it in a way that makes your head spin.

Heat pools low in your belly, and you clench around nothing. You feel the ache between your thighs and press them together to soothe it.

“Fuck,” Jungkook groans, his voice rough and strained as he suddenly pulls away, his pupils blown wide with desire. “Let’s fucking go home right now before I lose it,” he says, his voice low and desperate as he buckles your seatbelt with hurried hands.

Without another word, he starts the car. The engine roars as he grips the steering wheel with one hand. You’re still catching your breath, your lips tingling from his kiss, as you watch him drive a little faster than usual. His eyes stay focused on the road, but you notice the subtle bob of his Adam's apple, as if he’s swallowing down words he can’t bring himself to say.

Your gaze shifts to his hands, gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turn white. It’s as if he’s using every ounce of control to keep himself in check. And yet, with every stolen glance at him, the tension only grows stronger.

Twenty minutes later, as soon as he parks the car in your apartment lot, you fumble with your seatbelt, unbuckling it in record time. Before he can even react, you reach for him, pulling his face into a hungry kiss. It’s more sloppy and messy this time, your tongue trailing down his neck, licking, biting, and sucking at his pulse points, making his breath hitch. You know the way you’re marking his skin will leave evidence, but you don’t care. Neither does he.

The kiss deepens, and his need for control emerges. One of his hands cups the back of your neck, guiding you exactly how he wants, while the other finds your chest, firmly grasping your clothed breast. He kneads and squeezes, the pressure making you moan into his mouth.

You tug on his long locks, eliciting a guttural whimper, making you squirm in your seat. Suddenly, the blinding light of an approaching car floods the space, like a spotlight, as if you’ve been thrust onto a stage to perform. The two of you freeze, still panting, until the car passes and settles into its spot. But more cars follow, one by one, claiming the surrounding spaces.

“Baby,” he rasps against your lips, his voice strained, dripping with desire, “let’s go inside.” He kisses you again, his lips urgent and needy, before dragging his mouth to your neck. “Please.”

You’re both a mess, drunk on lust and each other. Without another word, you stumble out of the car, your steps hurried and deliberate as you head toward your apartment building.

Halfway up the stairs, as if drawn together by some invisible force, you’re back in his arms. His mouth crashes into yours, devouring you with fervor, while your bodies grind against each other with an almost primal urgency.

He slams you against the wall, pinning you with his solid frame. His hard erection presses into your stomach, and he grinds against you. Your hand slips down to touch him through his pants, making his head fall forward against your shoulder.

“Fuck,” he hisses, his hands tighten on your waist.

He trails open-mouthed kisses down your neck, and you feel your skin prickle from the sensation.

You try to stay quiet, but when his finger slides under your short skirt, brushing against the damp fabric of your soaked underwear, you instinctively bite down on his shoulder.

With ease, he pushes your underwear to the side and slides one finger, gliding over your slick slit, gathering the wetness that’s been pooling since you left the bar.

You move against him, needy and desperate, and he smiles against the kiss. "Goddamn...so fucking wet."

You feel another finger slowly slides inside, and you stop kissing him and gasp for air as he pushes deeper and deeper. He looks around to make sure no one’s getting a free show, but you need his mouth, so you hold his face with both hands and kiss him again.

In steady motion, he pumps his fingers inside, dragging them nice and slow, but it only makes you want more. When he curls them, hitting that spot, you bite your lip, stifling the moans as he bites and licks your earlobe, his breath hot against your skin.

With every stroke, your body shakes, and just when you feel the sudden knot breaking, his tongue slides into your mouth, swallowing your moans as you come—hard, shaking, with your legs giving way. But his hand grips your ass, keeping you steady as you whimper quietly in pleasure, while he moves slowly inside you, riding your high.

Then, he pulls his fingers out, bringing them to his lips, licking them clean before shoving them into you, his gaze is dark, undone.

You’re both breathing heavily when you suddenly hear a door opening and closing from the hallway, as if it’s your cue to keep walking and continue this tryst in your apartment.

Without missing a beat, he takes the lead, pulling you toward his door, his keys jangling in his hand as he unlocks it. In an instant, you’re both inside.

As soon as you enter his house, he wastes no time. Your jacket and shirt are discarded on the floor. He lifts you effortlessly, guiding you toward his bed, kissing you hungrily as you move.

He gently lays you down as if you're the most fragile thing, but as soon as your back hits the bed, he grabs your ankle, pulling you to the edge. Kneeling between your legs, his eyes burn with need as he prepares to feast on your body.

With one quick motion, he pulls off your panties and tosses them aside, leaving you in just your tight, short skirt.

“This fucking tease of a skirt. Do you know how many times I’ve imagined pushing this up and have you like this?“ he murmurs.

You spread your legs wider for him, and he hooks them over his shoulders, diving into your folds with a fervent hunger. His tongue moves with slow, deliberate precision. Your moans fill the room, his name and strings of curses tumbling from your lips as he devours you completely.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

The sinful sound of his mouth on your now dripping pussy fills the air. The knot in your stomach tightens, yet you crave more of him, so you press his head into your cunt, grinding against his face. It earns a deep, groan from him, sending shivers down your spine.

"Jungkook, I’m so cl—fucking coming again!" Your hands grip his hair, his shoulders, your tits, the blankets beneath you as your body shatters as you come.

"Uh-huh," he groans, his tongue lapping up your juices, licking you clean. Curses and his name echo in the room.

Your legs are still shaking when you feel him hover over you, kissing you slowly, making you taste yourself on his lips.

You lick your juices from his lips down to his chin—sweet and salty—before you feel him get on his knees, gripping the base of his thick, hard cock, pre-cum glistening in the soft glow of the night lamp.

You prop yourself up on your elbows, one hand curling around him, spreading the slick pre-cum over the sensitive tip. His sheer length and girth seem designed to destroy you completely.

What a sight—his mouth parted, eyes dark with raw hunger. And when he presses his thumb to your lips, you suck on it, desperate, obedient.

A hiss escapes him, sharp, followed by a long, broken whimper, like music to your ears.

"Baby, please," you whisper, though it comes out as begging, your voice cracking as you lay your head back down, your hand still pumping his cock.

“What do you want? Tell me,” he murmurs, cupping your face, the weight of his chest pressing you into the mattress.

“I want you,” you plead, grinding back against him. “Inside me. Please.”

He pauses,his gaze searching your face, as if trying to gauge whether you’re saying this out of need or if you’re truly certain. Many heated, nasty makeout sessions have passed between you, and though he knows your body has begged him for more, this is the first time you’ve ever said it aloud.

He’s grateful. He’s also scared. He also wants to cry.

“Are you sure? We don’t have to if you’re not ready—”

You cut him off with a desperate, hungry kiss.

“I’m sure. Please, I beg you. Fuck me, Jungkook. Please put your cock inside me.”

Without wasting time, he gets on his knees, and before you even realize it, he has opened a condom and rolled it on, his gaze locked on yours the entire time.

He towers over you. He brushes his tip between your folds, gathering your slickness.

Your cunt clenches with anticipation, and a sharp hiss escapes him. Then, he looks at you, as if silently asking for permission. You nod erratically.

"Please..."

He dips his head down, kissing you deeply, so deeply, and you moan, loud and sinful, the sound ripping from your throat as he finally enters you. It’s as if something inside him snaps. Jungkook fills you in one smooth, deliberate motion.

“Oh fuck so thick Jungk—". You gasp. A slight pain follows.

You’ve known it when you had him in your mouth so many times, gagging and choking on him, but nothing could’ve prepared you for how he stretches you now.

“Shit, baby. So fucking tight.” he hisses, his eyes shut in pleasure.

You wince, and he doesn’t move, kissing you tenderly, his hands drawing comforting circles on your arm.

As the stretch becomes more bearable, you look up at him, breathless. “Fuck me now, please.”

He sighs in relief, then sinks fully into you, his hips flush against yours.

He’s fucking you slowly, carefully, dragging his long, thick dick inside you, and you clench around him so tight that he throws his head back and curses under his breath.

“You have no idea how long I’ve imagined this” he growls, his voice rough and strained. “My cock inside you, fucking you like this—fuck.” He grunts with each thrust, his grip tightening on you.

You squeeze around him more, and he lets out a soft whimper, his body shuddering at the feeling of your tight walls.

And suddenly, he turns you over. Your ass is raised in the air, your face pressed into the sheets.

Tears sting the corners of your eyes as his tongue dives back into your pussy, licking, devouring. Then he stops. Just long enough to spit into your cunt before slamming into you again. Harder. Brutal. The force makes your eyes roll back, a gasp torn from your throat.

Each thrust sends tremors through your body. One hand pushes your head down, holding you in place, while the other grips your wrists behind your back.

You sob in pleasure. He feels so good, he fucks so good, so good.

“Jungkook—ah, fuck!”

“Baby, we have to be a little quiet,” he grins, his voice low and strained as he slams into you. “Thin walls, remember?”

“I can’t !” You can’t. You’ve lost control of your body, responding to every movement, every thrust, as Jungkook wills it. You can only take what he gives.

"You can’t?” he taunts, breath searing against your ear as he drags his cock out, achingly slow, until only the tip lingers. “Cock that good?” The words spill with a smirk, and then he slams back in—a deliberate, punishing thrust that rips the air from your lungs.

“Fuck—yes!” You barely recognize your own words.

“Yeah? You want my fucking cock?” His voice is two octaves lower, each word punctuated by a rough thrust, his hand squeezing your breast like he owns it.

“You like taking my fucking cock? Hmm?” Another thrust, harder this time.

You nod—wildly, desperately—tears spilling over, your body trembling, unable to stop.

"Then take it,” he commands as he leans in, his words grazing over your ear. “Take it like you mean it. Like a good girl. Take my fucking cock.” His hips snap forward, sharp and unforgiving, dragging a sob from your throat. Relentless. He drives into you harder, deeper, without a shred of mercy, ruining you completely.

You expected sex with him to be intense, consuming. You knew he knew how to fuck, knew he was an attentive and generous lover. But not like this. Not a wildfire that burns through every corner of your being, leaving nothing untouched.

When he feels your legs shake again, he slaps your ass and flips you onto your back, your body now facing his.

“Let me see your face, baby. Look at me, please.” You gaze up at him through teary eyes, your pupils hazy with lust. His hands gently move the strands of your messy hair from your face before wandering down to your breasts, his lips following the trail as his fingers brush your clit. He pushes his thick length back inside you, drawing a long, breathy moan from you.

“You’re so beautiful, holy shit,” he breathes, his voice soft and whimpery now, a sharp contrast to the commanding devil who had you bent and folded just minutes ago. “I can’t... too much... mmm—you’re gonna make me c-come... fuck,” he groans, abruptly stopping his movements. He settles into the crook of your neck, his abs flexing so hard you feel it against your stomach as he fights to control himself. You can hear his heavy breathing in your ear, his heartbeat thumping against your skin.

“You good, baby?” you ask, kissing his cheek.

“Yeah, sorry, give me a sec. Shit... I… You... you’re just too beautiful.” He laughs, burying his face back into your neck.

You laugh with him, but he winces. “Don’t laugh, baby. You’re squeezing me—ahhh,” he warns as he pulls out but stays on top of you, kissing your neck and shoulders.

“You’re killing me… You have no idea…fuck. I’ve imagined this so many fucking times... I knew you’d be perfect—God, I knew, but you just feel too fucking good. Too good… I can’t—"

He cuts himself off and doesn't give you a chance to respond to his rambling confession. He catches your lips in a slow, intense kiss as he pushes his hard length back inside you.

He pounds into you with purpose—steady, deliberate, charged. His fullness overwhelms, filling you completely. Your legs wrap tight around his hips, anchoring him closer, while his hand rests at the base of your throat, tender, almost reverent. A cruel contrast to the way his pace quickens, more forceful now, relentless, and then—

You break.

So intense, no words come out of you. Only muffled cries, soft whimpers, and shudders. Your fingers claw at his back, his biceps, his shoulders.

“Come for me just like that.” he whispers as he continues to slam into you.

His release comes soon after, his body shaking as he comes while you squeeze around him, milking every single drop of him. His moans mingle with yours as he thrusts erratically.

In one last, deep push, you both collapse together, breathless and consumed.

Your brain shuts down for a moment, and you feel your body twitch. His body drapes over you, his weight grounding you, pulling you back from whatever dimensional plane you’ve drifted to.

“Fuck.” Was all you can say, still catching your breath.

He laughs softly, his body still pressed against yours. "Damn, I came so hard... holy shit," he murmurs against the crook of your neck, planting gentle kisses.

You kiss his cheek and trace imaginary maps on his back.

“How do you feel, baby? Hmm? Did you like it?” he teases, the playful grin evident in his voice.

Spent and still catching your breath, you just shrug, flashing him a sly smile.

“I think the neighbors know you liked it,” he chuckles.

You roll your eyes, playfully slapping his shoulder. “Yes, Jungkook, you fucked me too good. I fucking loved it. Can’t wait for more.”

He throws his head back and laughs. "I don't think I'll ever get enough of you. I didn’t think this through. I’m fucked.”

“No, I’m fucked.” You answer and you join his laugh.

After lying there for a while, he props himself up on his elbow. "Shower?"

You want to, but you're so spent.

“Give me a sec, please.”

He laughs softly, sitting on the bed as he gently fixes your messy hair. His gaze softens as he stares at you.

"You’re so beautiful. Too beautiful. I don’t know what to do with you. What do I do with you?" He chuckles, then takes your hand, placing a soft kiss on your knuckles.

"Just hold me, don’t let me go." You smile softly, your fingertips grazing his beautiful face.

He catches your hand with both of his, holding it gently, with care.

“I remember the first time I saw you," he continues, the stars inside his eyes shining so brightly. "You looked so beautiful, I almost tripped over my own feet."

“Then you would've joined me, laying on the floor full of dirt in the hallway," you laughed at the memory.

He shakes his head, grinning. "No, that wasn’t the first time I saw you."

“What?" you sit up.

“You bumped into me in the parking lot. You were holding a small box with your coffee maker in it…”

A small smile tugs at his lips. “You were wearing a white top and jeans. You said ‘sorry’ without even looking at me, but…” He pauses, as if savoring the memory.

“I noticed how tightly you clung to that box, your eyes scanning the building from a distance, like you had everything you needed right there in your hands. You looked like someone from a movie… brave, bold, standing tall, ready to take on whatever came next. I’ve never seen anyone so small next to a building, and yet so impossibly big.”

His gaze meets yours. “You had this fire in your eyes, so full of life. From that moment on, I could only look at you with respect and admiration.”

He laughs softly, fiddling with your fingers. “I wanted to be wherever you were. You’re amazing, YN. I hope you see yourself the way I see you. Powerful…and beautiful. I could go on forever…”

Waves of emotions crash over you, spilling into the corners of your eyes. You look at him—really look at him—and you see him.

The first time you really took a good look at his face was when you bumped into him on the staircase, just before your tangerines went tumbling down. That was when you first noticed his dark brown eyes, wide and pure, but given the chaos of the moment, you chalked it up to his overall handsomeness.

Then you get to know him.

The first time you saw his eyes, his dark brown eyes, you noticed how they gleamed in the light, like soft stars scattered across the night sky, and in the dark, they sparkled with an infinite depth, as if they contained a universe light years and light years away… It was impossible to comprehend how one person could hold the vastness of a galaxy, all within the depth of his gaze.

Maybe the reason his eyes are so big and round is to see the good in people more clearly. And maybe they’re that way so others can see the fullness of his love.

His love is patient. His love is kind. It is not easily angered. It keeps no record of wrongs.

He smiles at you, the kind that crinkles his nose and creases his eyes.

The smile that exudes the carefree spirit of a boy with the quiet wisdom of a man.

His hair, a little longer now, falls in unruly waves, as if it can’t decide whether to be straight or wavy. It mirrors the turmoil in your thoughts, torn between being lost in the beauty of him or leaning in and being lost to the pull of his kiss.

“I love you,” you say, sincere and sure.

His smile blooms in his eyes before it reaches his lips.

He gives you a chaste kiss, tender and lingering. And as your lips part, he whispers,

“I love you.”

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a/n: guys, we reached the end?! wuuut??? i really wanted this story to be comforting. i hope it comforts you the way it comforted me while i was writing this. i think this jungkook is my favorite. i even teared up a bit (ok fine i sobbed) when i wrote the last parts lol. thank you all so much for reading until the end. i’m very grateful for the support, kind words, and interactions. to think i only started posting last month? i'm so grateful to have found this community. i hope you're all doing well. i love you all. <3

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fanficsat12am · 2 years ago

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how the brothers and datables reacting to mc who giggles and blushes when reading romance books I Solomon & Simeon

Request from @dionyjoons: Hello, I was wondering if you could do the brothers (and maybe solomon and simeon) reacting to mc who keeps giggling and blushing when reading romance books please :)

AN: Hello!! This may or may not be the last of this part. If you guys want one of Dia and Barbs, feel free to comment down bellow <3 I've also started a Ko-fi account if you guys wanted to send commissions or just support me a bit. As always more works are coming soon :> Bye luvs~~ Requested by: @katsukistrustychurchshoos

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Solomon

He was in the middle of practicing his spells when he heard it. He looked behind him towards the source of the sound and found you sprawled out on the couch, a book laying flat on your face with your fingers gripping it tightly as if trying to use it as a shield to cover yourself from the world. He used a spell and was able to easily lift it up, finally being able to see your face—quickly noticing a red hue enveloping it.

Solomon would jokingly tease you at first, a sly smirk working its way to his lips. He doesn’t really mind though and actually likes it, taking pleasure in the short chance he hears your giggles. He’s not an idiot, he knows how you're reminded of him through the main character’s love interest. He finds everything about you interesting, and this just adds to the never-ending list of what makes you so fascinating.

“Mind if I join you?” He asked, a book with what seemed to be mystical writings on the cover.

“Sure! I’ve got to warn you though, I’m a noisy reader” You say.

“That’s what I’m counting on” he replies, a loving look in his eyes.

Simeon

He was about to call you down to eat when he heard a sound through the partially open door of his room. Peeping in, he saw you reading in bed with a dumb smile on your face—giggles erupting from you every now and then. He opted to stay unnoticed for the time being…that was until you heard the door creek open. Your face became even redder if that was even possible.

Despite yourself thinking you sounded like a dolphin, Simeon thought it was heavenly—the melody quickly making his heart flutter when he heard it. He slid into bed, positioned himself behind you, and wrapped his arms around your frame. You felt him snuggle into your neck, the angel peeking over your shoulder to get a glimpse of the pages. From then on, he would now frequently ask if he can join you in your little reading sessions. You rarely rejected him and is now a form of quality time for the two of you in your hectic schedules. After a busy day, Luke would typically find the both of you in Simeon’s room sleeping, tangled up in the sheets with a book close by.

“Just one more chapter please” you begged.

His hands gently lay on top of yours, closing the book for the day.

“As much as I would love that, you need to rest, My Dove. Tomorrow’s a new day, one in which I look forward to once again holding you here and listening to your little giggles” he whispered, planting a soft kiss to your temple as he proceeds to pull you in even closer.

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luvismenu · 1 month ago

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STARBOY — JJK ,, 09 miffy ✎ ,, index

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you’re anxious.

jungkook should be here any moment now, and the wait feels heavier than it should. truthfully, you don’t need any help. nothing really needs organizing, not today. you just wanted jungkook to hang out with you... instead of elena.

it’s not her fault, not at all. elena is sweet, sometimes a little too dense for her own good, but kind nonetheless. you don’t dislike her.

it’s just that.. you like jungkook.

and you used to be fine with him spending time with her. it didn’t feel that serious.mostly because up until recently, jungkook’s attention on you seemed like nothing more than a game. his sole purpose was to annoy you, and annoy you he did.

he never went too far, though. it was the small things: teasing remarks, smug grins, little pranks that didn’t hurt but always managed to get under your skin. if he did go too far, he would do anything for you to forgive him. and those moments somehow built a connection between you two. something like... friends? enemies? frenemies? you’ve never quite figured it out.

but then the contest happened.

his voice still lingers in your head, smooth and annoyingly beautiful as he said, “she’s my universe.” it was a line you’ve replayed over and over, even as you tried to convince yourself it was nothing.

except it wasn’t nothing.

when he admitted that he’d meant you, your heart had raced in a way you hadn’t expected. and every time you think about him, even for a second, you can’t seem to calm the way your pulse quickens.

and now, you’re sitting here, waiting for him, trying to ignore the strange feeling in your chest.

before you could think about it more, the doorbell rings. you immediately make your wayto the door and open it, already mid-sentence. “why did it take you hours to come here? did you get lost or—”

but the words stop when you see him standing there, holding little bags. you blink in surprise.

“i was shopping,” he says casually, shrugging. “can i come in, prez?”

you step aside to let him in, still a little thrown off.

as he walks in, his eyes sweep across your apartment, taking in all his surroundings, the furniture and finally landing on a picture of yours on the nearby table. it's a picture from when you graduated highschool, you used to look more... nerdy.

uh-oh.

he picks it up, holding it up with a teasing smile. “nerd since birth?”

you quickly rush towards him. “none of your business,” you snap, grabbing the frame from his hands and putting it back. you’re so flustered that you don’t realize how close you’ve gotten to him.

cute. he thinks.

“i thought you were gonna be nicer,” he murmurs, his gaze flickering between your eyes and your lips, lingering just a second too long.

“this is me doing that,” you reply, your voice steady even though your heart isn’t. your own eyes trace the curve of his smirk, mirroring his gaze.

he steps back, breaking the moment with an easy grin, and walks toward your couch. he sets the bags down as you follow.

“what’s all this?” you ask, gesturing to the bags.

“food,” he replies simply, plopping down onto the couch.

“oh... thanks,” you mutter, glancing at him, and he smiles like it’s nothing.

“and this,” he adds, reaching for a smaller bag and handing it to you, “is for you.”

your brows raise. “for me?”

he nods, avoiding your gaze as he pretends to study your apartment again. “it looked like you, so i bought it.”

your confusion deepens as you open the bag and carefully unwrap whatever’s inside. when you finally reveal it, your eyes widen.

“it’s a...” you start.

“a miffy,” he finishes for you, watching your reaction closely.

you hold up the small, white bunny plushie beside your face, tilting your head. “this looks like me?”

he snorts, quickly covering his mouth to stifle his laugh. “y-yes,” he says between chuckles.

without hesitation, you throw the plushie at him.

“hey!” he protests, catching it midair, still laughing. “be careful with it!”

“i didn’t ask for it,” you shoot back, crossing your arms.

“do you know the concept of ‘gifts’?” he quips, setting the plushie back beside you.

you glance at it again. admittedly, it’s cute. you pick it up and hold it in your lap, a small sigh escaping you. “fine. thank you.”

“you’re welcome, stargirl,” he says, his grin practically glowing with pride. you roll your eyes at him, but you can’t help the small smile tugging at your lips.

“now tell me, what do you need help with?” he asks, his gaze still fixed on you.

“oh,” you mutter, your mind scrambling for something to say.

“yeah?” he raises a brow, leaning slightly forward.

“i, uh, just needed some help with…” your eyes dart around the room, landing on the nearest shelf. “sorting the... books?” you finish, unsure.

“the books?” he repeats, clearly surprised.

“well, i already fixed them,” you add quickly, trying to sound annoyed. “because someone took forever to show up.”

“uh-huh…” he hums, unconvinced but he's also amused.

he doesn’t press any further, though it’s obvious he doesn’t believe you. and before you can stumble through another excuse, his phone buzzes.

“oh, vice,” he says casually, answering the call.

your chest tightens as you try to act indifferent, but you can’t help listening closely.

“yeah, that’ll be fine,” he says, his tone softer now. “a date with you would be wonderful, you know?”

your stomach drops.

the words hit you like.... like.. a fucking brick?!!

yes you're cursing now because what the fuck?

suddenly, your heart feels too heavy.

your mind races.

was all the “my universe” stuff just a joke to him? a prank to get under your skin? was it not real?

you barely register him saying goodbye to elena before he turns back to you.

“that was vice,” he starts, but you cut him off.

“i think you should go now,” you say abruptly, standing up too fast. the plushie tumbles off your lap and onto the couch.

“woah, prez,” he says, standing too. “i just got here. what’s wrong?”

your eyes snap to his, anger and hurt bubbling to your face. “a date?”

he looks caught off guard. “yeah, i am gonna tell you that elena and—”

“were you just leading me on?” you interrupt, your voice softer now, but trembling. you lower your head, unable to meet his gaze.

“___,” he says your name, his voice softer than you expect. almost like he's being careful.

he closes the space between you, his hands resting on your shoulders. the touch surprises you; he’s never touched you before, not like this, never. and most of the time, he doesn't even use your name.

crap.

did you say too much?

“listen to me, okay?” he says, and you look at him, waiting for what he's about to say.

he exhales. “elena’s going to ask namjoon out.”

oh..

“she wanted my advice,” he continues, his gaze never leaving yours. “that’s all it was.”

you blink.

“oh.” you say

“yeah, that’s what’s up, prez,” he says. “i’m not leading you on.”

well, this is embarrassing.

he realizes that he’s been holding onto your shoulders for too long and pulls his hands back, clearing his throat.

“elena likes… namjoon?” you ask, your voice unsure.

he nods, “i was surprised too, but i can see it cuz she spends a lot of time with him and he helps her with almost everything,”

“oh,”

a pause.

“you know,” he starts, his gaze flicking back to yours.

“what?” you ask cautiously.

“you’re kinda cute when you’re jealous,” he says, his grin widening.

your face heats up instantly.

“shut up, jeon,” you snap, trying to sound firm, but the flush creeping up your face betrays you.

he doesn’t back down. in fact, he steps closer, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“aww, are you flustered?” he teases, tilting his head. “miss prez, the stargirl, blushing and flustered. this is a rare sight.”

you cross your arms over your chest, trying to regain some semblance of composure, but your cheeks burn hotter under his gaze.

“what? what do you want me to say?” you ask, narrowing your eyes at him in a poor attempt to look angry.

instead of answering, he closes the distance between you, his hands gently wrapping around your waist.

your breath catches.

flushed isn’t even enough to describe how you look and feel right now.

“say that you like me,” he says softly, his voice a murmur as he looks directly into your eyes.

you stutter, your brain scrambling for words. “w-what… i—”

he chuckles, leaning forward just enough to place a soft, gentle kiss on your forehead.

“actually,” he murmurs, pulling back just slightly, “i’ll go first. since i’m the one who usually answers you.”

you blink at him, completely frozen.

“i…” he leans down a little more, his face now level with yours. “like…” he whispers, his nose brushing against yours.

your hands fall awkwardly at your sides until his hands reach them, his fingers finding yours, intertwining with them gently.

“you,” he finishes, his voice barely audible but enough for you to go crazy.

he waits for you to say something.

but you don't.

instead,

you kiss him.

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aphroditelovesu · 1 year ago

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Ok, so In your response to my last spiel, you mentioned that Alexander will have a zero tolerance policy towards anything that may harm Reader and her the twins, including other wives.

It does make me wonder how Alexander would react to one of the wives (aka Roxanna 👀👀👀) trying to kill our girl. I keep picturing this scenario where it's a banquet, feast or some sort of get together with Alexander, Reader, Roxanna and maybe some of the generals. Long story short, Roxanna hands Reader a cup with a 'special' drink (ie she says promotes health, will help with the pregnancy etc). Reader, being as smart as she is, and knowing Roxanna's history, is automatically suspicious. To see if it's safe she either asks Alexander to 'taste' if for her or insists that Roxanna take the first sip. In either case, it results in Roxanna frantically slapping the cup out of Reader's hand before either she or her husband gets poisoned. At that point, everyone has noticed the commotion, and have realized that Roxanna has just tried to poison the Queen.

My question to you is this: what does Alexander do next? Lets assume reader is pregnant just to make thing extra spicy.

Since requests are open again, perhaps you could do it as a reaction blurb? I'll leave that up to you though. I'm just curious as to what you think would happen next.

Thanks, and hope you feel better ❤️!

--O-

❝ 📜— lady l: this was longer than I thought and I don't know if it's good, I liked it, but let me know your opinion, anon! Forgive me for any mistakes, love you! ❤️

❝tw: attempted murder, mention of poison, domestic violence (??), physical punishment and perhaps torture.

❝📜pairing: yandere!alexander the great x female!reader.

❝ 📜word count: 1,246.

It was supposed to be a happy and fun dinner.

Needless to say, that's not what happened.

You were sitting next to Alexander, being shown off as his beloved Queen and heavily pregnant. Everyone was hoping for an male heir and was happy for you, everyone except Roxanna who looked at you as if she wanted to stab you or, in this case, stab you in the stomach.

That scared the shit out of you.

You were already familiar with her story, about what she had done to Stateira and Parysatis, and you were afraid that she might try to do something to you and the baby.

You wouldn't let anything happen, though. Although you weren't excited about the pregnancy news at first, you warmed up to the idea and began to look forward to holding your baby in your arms. And you'd be damned if you let anyone try to take that away from you.

''Are you alright?'' Alexander leaned over and whispered in your ear. You looked at him and smiled, it was still strange calling him your husband, but you were getting used to it.

You gave a weak nod to his question.

Alexander frowned and placed his hands on your swollen belly. It was just a few months until the birth and he was so excited. He did want an heir, but he couldn't help but want to have a girl.

A little princess to love and spoil.

''We need to start choosing names.'' He joked, trying to ease your obvious tension, although he didn't know what was making you tense. Yet.

''I already gave you some choices.''

Alexander grimaced, ''Yes, you did and they are all horrible. What kind of name is Augustus?''

You laughed loudly, attracting attention. Augustus, yes, you had given him that option as a joke. Obviously you weren't going to name your child after the first Roman emperor, but it was fun to play with your husband about historical things.

''It's just a common name where I come from.''

''Hm...'' He half-closed his eyes and you touched his face gently, caressing him. Alexander purred and leaned into your hand.

This earned you a look of compassion and a furious, jealous look from Roxanna. You didn't notice and neither did Alexander, both too busy in your affection for each other.

''I love you.'' He murmured, looking into your eyes intensely.

You smiled at him, ''I love you too.''

''Let's make a toast!'' Nearchus' amused voice sounded and everyone turned to the admiral.

''A toast?'' Cassander asked with a loud voice looking into his cup of wine.

Nearchus laughed loudly and slapped his friend on the back, ''Yes. In honor of our beloved Queen, (Y/N).''

Nearchus didn't notice Roxanna's withering look at him. But you did and the pure hatred you saw in those dark eyes gave you goosebumps.

You knew that look and you knew nothing good was coming.

Everyone raised their cups, even your husband's second wife. You were the only one drinking water, even Hephaestion was drinking wine, and he was loose and happy. And that made you happy, you liked him and he was one of his closest friends and you hated seeing how haggard he seemed lately.

''I dedicate this toast in the name of our beloved (Y/N). Our Queen, sometimes soldier and friend.'' Everyone laughed as they remembered what you had done in the Indian Campaign, ''And the child she carries in her womb. May it come healthy and, regardless of gender, we will love and protect this child. To (Y/N) and the baby!''

''To (Y/N) and the baby!'' Everyone repeated and drank the wine in your honor, you laughed, feeling loved and took a sip of water.

You took a piece of bread and bit into it, satisfying your hunger. Roxanna looked at you and smiled. She took a clay jug and poured the thick, dark liquid into a cup and handed it to you.

You raised your eyebrows in doubt as you picked up the cup.

''It's for you. My doctor told me that it helps with pregnancy and helps the health of the baby and the mother.'' Roxanna explained, biting into a piece of bread.

You mentally scoffed. She didn't think you were that stupid, did she? It was insulting that she thought she could poison you in such a blatant way.

You decided to act quickly, ''Why don't you take a sip first?''

She furrowed her dark eyebrows, ''Excuse me?''

''It's a custom among my people that the person who gave you a cup must taste it first.'' You explained, handing her the cup.

Roxanna looked at the cup in your hands with hatred.

''Take it'' You encouraged her, ''or is there some reason why you don't want to drink it?''

Alexander turned his eyes to you and Roxanna, before he could ask what was going on, Roxanna slapped your hand, making you drop the strange liquid on the table.

The noisy room fell silent in a matter of seconds as Alexander stood up from his chair and fixed his eyes on Roxanna.

''What do you think you're doing?'' Alexander's voice was so cold, so lethal that you stiffened. He ignored you, focusing entirely on his second wife.

Hephaestion, who was sitting on Alexander's left side, stood up and touched the thick liquid on the table. He grimaced as the liquid stuck to his finger.

''That's...'' Perdiccas started to speak but couldn't finish.

''Poison?'' Ptolemy finished for his friend.

''How dare you?!'' Cassander growled, also standing up and glaring furiously at Roxanna. He never liked her, he wasn't oblivious to the hateful looks that Alexander's barbaric wife sent to you, to his friend. And now she tried to poison you.

Cleitus was still sitting, watching everything with a stony expression, but his hand was on the dagger stuck in his chiton. He was prepared to act, one word from you and Roxanna would be eliminated from the world.

Alexander still didn't take his eyes off Roxanna, but he spoke to you, ''Go to our room. I'll be there in a few minutes.''

You wisely decided not to disobey.

You stood up carefully and quickly looked around, watching all your friends, your husband, stare at Roxanna who looked terrified. You should have felt bad for her, but you didn't.

Not when she threatened the life of your unborn baby.

Once you were out of sight, Alexander addressed one of the guards stationed at the entrance to the hall, ''Take the whip.''

Roxanna's small body shook in fear at her husband's words. Her shaking legs gave way and she fell to her knees on the floor, feeling hot tears fall onto the dress she was wearing.

Alexander did not feel sorry. And neither do the others. She had brought this on herself.

Actions have consequences and punishments must be applied. And Alexander would not tolerate anyone threatening your life or that of his unborn child.

Alexander felt satisfaction fill his body as the guard brought out the whip and positioned himself behind a desperate Roxanna's back. He watched with satisfaction as the whip hit her sensitive skin and felt satisfaction when he heard her screams of pain.

Roxanna was to blame for her own pain and the scars that were forever marked on her skin were true proof of that.

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moonbiscuitsims · 5 months ago

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Cyberpunk 2077 Abandoned Loot Suitcase Conversion (Functional)

👋🏿Hi chooms, sorry this has taken a while. Been super busy irl and making a new Patreon for my downloads.

I have a few Cyberpunk conversions coming up and more planned but for now here is a conversion of the loot suitcases you find in CP :) hope you enjoy storing all your sims unwanted rubbish in here and leaving it out in the street 😹

There are two versions. You can have both installed, they do different things, but the growing together one obv requires this pack: 🧳Base game compatible version: functions as a storage chest and can be put in your sim's inventory.

🧳Growing Together version: functions as a growing together suitcase wardrobe, which sims can carry, open, and place in inventory. If the suitcase doesn't belong to your sim and you have For Rent they can snoop. I also noticed basemental's "stash" function working as well.

🌈All colour swatches (23 colours) have a sticker decal and non decal version. I included the original Cyberpunk materials textures and then every colour of the rainbow + pastel and neutral colours. Can be found in misc storage and costs 100 simoleons.

✅Has specular and normal maps. 💢Minor issues: both versions are slightly different in size but it's super minor, you can resize with Tool if you want them the same. Another minor issue is some strange shadows on the GT version in the thumbnails of buy mode, I didn't know why this happened and just left it like that lol. for me that problem is now randomly gone after doing nothing so no idea what happened there

🙏Thank you so much to the creators who helped me out with shadow + transparency issues, data transfer etc <3

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- DO NOT REUPLOAD - DO NOT PUT BEHIND PAYWALL OF ANY KIND - DO NOT INCLUDE CC IN ANY DOWNLOADS - DON'T CLAIM YOU MADE IT - DON'T INCLUDE MESH IN RECOLOURS. It takes me a long time to convert. - You can recolour as standalone or convert to ts2 or ts3. Please link to this post + tag if you do :) - If you want to use/edit the mesh for something else please ask me permission.

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gojosatoruwifey · 10 months ago

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ㅡuniverse's interference

📜🖋️🎀 IF YOU WANT TO SEE ME WRITE MORE, SUPPORT MY KO-FI🎀🖋️📜 want to see lnd men as your high school sweethearts? check it on my ko-fi. based from the daytime star extra chapter ♡(◕ᗜ◕✿)

this is it.

you’ve done the impossible.

it’s crystal clear that the earnest wish you have thought of as you are being ravished by your dear husband on the wedding night has successfully reached the universe.

what was that wish?

you stared at the most beautiful pair of eyes you’ve ever seen, his adorable eyes staring back at you in curiosity. little arms try to make a grab of you as plump cheeks puff up, upset that he couldn’t do what he wanted.

“you even have the same expression as your papa when he is upset.” you laughed. the baby you have picked up is exactly the carbon copy of rafayel. your own genes didn’t fight back. heck, it took you just one try.

“mama!” your son made grabby hands again, his little limbs wiggling in the air.

please, universe. give me a child who looks exactly like this man!

heart weak to the cuteness the baby is showing, you finally relented and embraced him. your son quickly holds you once you’re within reach, his grip on your top is so strong that it even defies all laws of physics. you wonder how such strength is manifested from a small body.

it’s amazing how the baby acts and looks like rafayel. the baby revels in your attention, eyes lighting up whenever his mama is on him as you coo at him for not making a fuss in eating the squash and carrots on his plate, the baby squealing in happiness because he beat his papa again. rafayel, who had been defeated, sulks while you are left to comfort the lemurian after you tuck the baby to sleep.

rafayel hasn’t made any qualms about it, a smug expression on his features that the baby obviously inherited from him, pretending to be mad to make you comfort him a little longer.

“so cute!” you pepper the baby’s face with kisses as your son giggles.

the baby’s arrival in this world is nothing short of a miracle. after the twists and turns of your life, the sound of uncontrollable wails eases the weight as well as the pain, your teary eyes landing on your firstborn child. you woke up with rafayel taking care of his son, small and just a few hours alive.

now, a few months old. slightly wavy dusk purple hair, bluish pink eyes, refined nose and same lip shape — yes, there’s no way people with working eyes can deny it. your son who resembles his father so much can even mistake rafayel for shrinking into a child. once, aunt talia visited, finally found a day off from her work, amazement was written on her face as she took a proper look at the baby.

“who’s the cutest in the world? of course, it’s you!”

“ba!”

you heard a sigh behind you. “looks like i have to work hard to be your number one again.”

toned arms wrapped around your waist as you feel rafayel tugs you closer to him, giving you a swift kiss on the cheeks and the baby’s. realizing his papa is here, the baby babbles nonsense in a scolding tone yet rafayel only finds this amusing as if he understands what his son is saying.

“dunno about that, buddy.” rafayel pokes the baby’s round cheeks. “your mama loves me, you see, so she will let her hubby spoil her for a day, right?” rafayel whispers against your ear as you feel your heart warm at his affection.

“thomas will babysit this little one tomorrow.” he takes the baby in his arms, watching the husband-son pair scene in front of you with a smile. the baby leans to his papa’s chest, the beats lulling him to an afternoon nap, eyelashes fluttering close as rafayel hums a melody.

gingerly, rafayel leans down to capture your lips for a quick kiss, voice low, “can i have the honor of taking you out on a date, wifey?”

it’s your turn to wrap your arms to rafayel’s waist, resting over his warm shoulders. the wind carries his scent — a hint of sea salt and a dominance of sweet, powdery notes. a nod is his answer. “you’ve been busy with the opening of the exhibition and i kind of…” you trailed off, “miss my husband.”

“care to repeat that? i think i didn’t hear you for the first time.” rafayel lightly yelps when you bite the flesh of his neck. he pouts, “stingy.”

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kiwriteswords · 5 months ago

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🕯️About Me:

previously @/champagnehotchie or @/ssa-ki99

Hi, I'm Ki (she/her) [pronounced like 'hi' with a K!]

I’m twenty-something years old and living in Boston🌆, currently working in higher education in business management 📚. I’m a music lover 🎶, travel enthusiast 🌍, into all things crystals and manifestation🔮, and fueled by way too much coffee ☕.

🔍🔦Longtime fan of Criminal Minds, and from 2020-2022, I ran a TikTok account where I shared fandom content. I also wrote and created for the fandom on Tumblr, Ao3, and Wattpad 📝. Took a bit of a break, but I'm back, baby!!🎯🕵️‍♂️

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yaespook · 1 year ago

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[> Head back to the main hotel.]

#📜.Shapeshifting Hallways #📜.open for business!#(//breaking immersion for a bit but the link above takes you to my main blog! this is a sideblog for kinktober!)

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yaekiss · 2 years ago

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kairologia · 2 years ago

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Houses in traditional astrology.

Instead of making separate posts for each house, I thought it’d be more judicious & practical to compile everything into one singular post for concision’s sake.

Some necessary contextualization before we get to the point:

— Most houses don’t represent personality traits or characteristics. They represent experiences & areas of your life. Your self in the more rudimentary sense of the term is the 1st house. Other houses can be other people, places, or experiences.

— The ascendant/1st house is you, not a “mask”, your “basic self”, a “facade” or a “superficial persona” it’s for the major part everything modern astrology believes the sun to be.

— The ascendant/1H representing you does not mean other placements cannot be relevant or resonant (as explained here), that’s an oversimplification and nothing in life is ever that simple. All elements in a chart matter, but to believe everything is a “me” indicators is far too reductive. This is especially relevant wrt appearance. While the 1H has higher than average chances of coming through when it comes to the visual aspect, there are other things that come into play — namely genetics, the Moon, the 2nd house, the IC, & the Ascendant Lord.

— There are 12 houses and 7 traditional planets. You will most certainly have empty houses — though inactive they are not. Even if there are no planets in a house, there will always be a planet ruling it and its themes will still hold significance to you & your life experiences, there just won’t be as much focus on them as there would be with houses containing planets.

— Signs don’t “naturally” rule houses. Aries does NOT signify the 1H unless you’re an Aries rising. In fact, “rulership” is something only planets can do. Not signs, not houses, just planets! The signs are a celestial system that shows HOW a planet’s energy expresses itself, whereas houses are a terrestial system that shows WHERE that energy is expressed (areas of life). You can read ABC house system debunks online, or wait for me to write one!

🪞 1st House 🪞

— Angular house

— Mercury’s joy

— “The Helm”

— Eastern horizon

— Horoskopos (hour marker)

— Inceptions

— Beginnings

— Life

— Body

— Appearance

— Personality

— Self & Identity

— Self Expression

— Vitality & Health

💰 2nd House 💰

— Succedent house

— “The Gate of Hades”

— Livelihood

— Prospects

— Desires

— Money & assets

— Physical posessions

— End of youth

— Financial affairs

— Time

— Value

— Materiality

— Ownership

— Sustenance

📜 3rd House 📜

— Cadent House

— The Moon’s joy

— “Goddess”

— Siblings

— Extended Relatives

— Short Distance Travel

— Religious sites & rites

— Places of worship

— Neighborhoods

— Small communities

— Communication & Writing

— School

— Learning

— Education

— Everyday life, routines

🪦 4th House 🪦

— Angular house

— Lowest angle of the chart

— “Subterranean”

— Family

— Parents

— Land

— Home & Property

— Privacy

— Secrets

— Roots & lineage

— Ancestry & genealogy

— Place(s) of Origin

— Inheritance

— The “past”

— Generational trauma

— Hidden treasures

— End of life

— Death & rituals surrounding it

— Endings

— Graveyards

— The Underground

🌹 5th House 🌹

— Succedent house

— Venus’ joy

— “Good Fortune”

— Romance

— Relationships

— Desire & Pleasure

— Praise & Worship

— Sexuality/Sex

— Creativity & Creation

— Art & artistic expression

— Children

— Charity

— Diplomacy & diplomats

— Pleasant pursuits & joy

— Gambling

🩸 6th House 🩸

— Cadent house

— Mars’ joy

— “Bad Fortune”

— Illness & Injury

— Health & Sickness

— Servitude

— Employees & subordinates

— Labor

— Work

— Sports

— Fighting

— Physical Harm

— Medical Professionals

— Herbalism & medicine

— Small animals & pets

⚖️ 7th House ⚖️

— Angular house

— “Setting” angle

— Marriage

— Spouse

— Partnerships

— Open enemies

— the “Other” (≠ of the self, the 1H)

— Commitments& agreements

— Confrontation

— Lawsuits

— Legal disputes

— Contracts

— Business

💸 8th House 💸

— Succedent house

— “Idle Place”

— Death & Endings

— Other people’s money & assets

— Debt

— Taxes

— Legacies

— Inheritance

— Grief

— Trauma

— Psychology & shadow work

— Shared resources & belongings

— Stagnation

— Fears

— Secrets

🔮 9th House 🔮

— Cadent house

— Joy of the Sun

— “God”

— Higher education & academic pursuits

— Pursuit of knowledge

— Teachers & professors

— Occult pursuits & faculties

— Religion

— Foreign places

— Long distance travel

— Pilgrimage

— Divination & Astrology

— Philosophy

— Dreams

— Prophecies

💼 10th House 💼

— Angular house

— “Midheaven”

— Highest angle of the chart

— Vocation

— Career

— Mother

— Fame

— Ambition & aspiration

— Recognition

— Influence

— The future

— Goals

— Social status

— Achievements

— Profession

— Public affairs

— Reputation

— Authority figures & leaders

— Government

— Social aspirations

🎉 11th House 🎉

— Succedent house

— Jupiter’s joy

— “Good Spirit”

— Friends

— Alliances

— Trust

— Emancipation

— Community

— Network

— Supporters & patrons

— Organizations

— Groups

— Mutual aid & support

🏥 12th House 🏥

— Cadent house

— Saturn’s joy

— ”Bad Spirit”

— Prior to birth: mother's labor

— Isolation

— Retreat

— Large animals

— Exile

— Rumors

— Misfortunes

— Envy

— Hidden enemies

— Betrayal

— (of Self or otherwise) Sabotage

— Mental health

— Restrictions

— Hospitals

— Incarceration

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adiluv-moved · 1 year ago

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❥ 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐑 + 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐇𝐂𝐒. ˚⊹꒷

📜୧・꒰word count꒱ 1099.

🎐୧・꒰warnings꒱ takes place pre-manor.

🍦୧・꒰adi moment꒱ a commission for @mellisono! literally loved writing this, frederick has been ever steadily growing on me and this is such an adorable prompt! if you're interested in commissioning me, you can find more into through my intro post! hope you enjoy! ໒꒰ྀི´｡•᎑•`꒱ྀི১

꒰🎹꒱・Having been raised as a member of the aristocracy, the idea of marrying a person for ‘love’ has always been unthinkable to Frederick. A common belief among people of his status, the only real motivation to wed a person was for the sake of bettering your social standing—more so a business transaction than anything even remotely romantic. His exile from the Kreiburg lineage would plague him with the idea that he’d be destined to remain a bachelor until death, losing both the money and status that his fellow nobles sought after. Those notions would be very quickly redefined once you’d entered his life, the thought of proposing to you becoming more and more alluring as your relationship progressed.

꒰🎹꒱・He’s got a minimum of twenty pieces dedicated solely to you, and it’d really only make sense for him to incorporate them into his proposal! Bits and pieces of melodies that you’d helped him refine, motifs from your favorite songs, cute jingles and chimes that you’ve heard whilst walking with him—it’s the composition he’s worked both the longest and hardest on, wanting to perfectly convey just how happy you make him; how much better his life is, thanks to you. His intentions are clear as crystal when he asks you to listen to a ‘special’ piece, his face matching the hue of his garnet coat as he slides the engagement ring onto your finger.

꒰🎹꒱・The two of you would live in an apartment somewhere in the heart of Paris. Small but cozy, sheet music in nearly every corner with a balcony that overlooks the rest of the city. Frederick is initially rather discontented by this living situation, a sense of shame for only being able to afford something so small. He’ll make a few off-handed comments, saying that it’d be better for you to “marry a man that can buy you a house instead of this shoddy apartment,” but he’s secretly relieved when you reassure him that he’s the one for you. There’s something so… comforting about knowing you love him regardless of financial status—even when he feels most others consider him to be a failure.

꒰🎹꒱・He becomes far more open and affectionate after the wedding. While not necessarily the best at singing your praises, there’s a very noticeable improvement in his abilities to express affection verbally. He’s far more straightforward with his compliments, gaining the confidence to directly comment on something you do well or something as simple as how gorgeous you look while going about your day. Frederick also opens up more about the issues he faces with his family, who ꒰unsurprisingly꒱ didn’t show up to your wedding. Your friends and family make quick work of saving the mood, but he writes his parents a very strongly worded letter once you both return from the honeymoon. Even more, he swears off all contact with them until they apologize, a decision that you never would’ve expected him to make.

꒰🎹꒱・Still, he continues to remain shy when it comes to more intimate forms of affection, like kissing. ꒰Something you get great joy in teasing him about.꒱ As such, the ones he gives you tend to be rather chaste in nature, like quick kisses on the cheek—or lips, if he’s feeling bold—before he rushes away to continue working on compositions. You’ll have to initiate anything more than that, something he’s eternally grateful for—even if he is too embarrassed to admit it. He’ll also always make sure to give you a quick smooch before heading on stage for any performances, regarding it as good luck. Although he appears straight-faced to the audience, you’re able to catch sight of the faint blush dusting his cheeks from your spot behind the curtains.

꒰🎹꒱・Frederick’s a bit of a hit or mess when it comes to housework. Having lived independent of his family for some time before meeting you, he does have the capability to take care of himself..! Though there are times where you’re reminded that he never grew up having to do any sorts of chores. He hates having to deal with anything dirty, meaning that there’s a fair amount of collaboration between the both of you. He’ll cook the food, and you’ll do the dishes afterwards. Whenever you wash the clothes, he’s the one that puts them up to dry. He’ll do some light dusting and cleaning, but larger messes scare him off.

꒰🎹꒱・At some point, he just comes to accept how much he adores cuddling with you. A workaholic since his youth, he’d never exactly been able to understand how people could content themselves to just… sit back and do absolutely nothing—finding the idea boring enough to drive him mad. But, wow. He absolutely understands it now. Lying in bed while the first rays of sunlight sneak through the blinds, casting an ethereal glow on your hair and face as he holds you in his arms… Normally, he’d already be out of bed by dawn—even on days when his psychasthenia decided to have mercy and allow him a good night’s rest. But seeing just how adorable you look… Well, the idea of leaving you so soon just seems outright cruel.

꒰🎹꒱・Frederick’s weak spot is his hair, a fact you’d discovered accidentally whilst drifting off to sleep with him. A particularly bad bout of writer’s block certainly didn’t mix well with his insomnia, forcing him to remain awake as the both of you idly chatted and hummed tunes in an attempt to restore his creative spark. At some point, you’d started to massage his scalp—the sensation initially causing him to stiffen beneath your touch. Your attempt to pull away and check in on him was quickly interrupted as he pressed your hand back into his hair, asking you to continue. The stresses of his day-to-day life just seem to melt away with your touch, it seems.

꒰BONUS꒱・Although he considered it cheesy, he often regards your wedding day as the best day of his life—and he keeps the wedding attire in pristine condition. They sit in the back of your shared closet, the thought of them becoming dirty or damaged utterly devastating him. While you’d lived long enough to know of canes marking members of the nobility, it’d been the very first time that you’d seen him using one of his own. Considering the other costs of the wedding, it hadn’t exactly been all that luxurious ꒰a fact that he quietly keeps to himself꒱—though you might just see him using it more often if you tell him you like it. Don’t mention it, really. He’ll get flustered.

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fanficsat12am · 5 months ago

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Echoes of Unwritten Words

pairing: Lucifer x reader

wc: 1.3k

prompt: "You sent letters?"

📜 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃!! 📜

“No matter how far we are apart, my heart will continue to yearn for you until the world brings you back into my arms again. Only then shall I be at peace”. These were the last words you heard from Lucifer before you had left for the human world. You kept those words close to your heart for what felt like a millennium, counting each minute that passed until you would reunite again with your love.

As you stand in front of his office, you feel your heart beating like a drum, the excitement inside you having bubbled for weeks on end. It had been months since you had seen him last, with the new school year finally letting you return to the Devildom once again. Like a moth looking for its flame, you yearned to bask in his warmth once again. Turning the knob, the door opens to reveal Lucifer slumped on his desk. Despite hearing the door creak open, he doesn’t bother to tear his focus away from his work.

“Luci!” you call out, sending a bright smile his way as you step inside the office.

He hums, gaze never leaving the piece of parchment in front of him.

“My Love?” The sound of his pet name rolling off your tongue used to have him melting where he stood. But now, a sharp glare is sent your way instead, his crimson eyes absent of the loving glint it once held.

Even as the days pass, your mind continued to search for answers as to what could have caused such a flip in your relationship. It feels like you were once again in square one, back to when you had first come to Devildom. You've tried to talk to him about it time and time again, but he always brushes you off. He either feigns being busy or flat out refuses to talk to you. Letting out a huff, you walk to his office with determination in your stride. You are getting to the bottom of this if it is the last thing you're going to do. You knock on the door to his bedroom, hearing his call to enter.

“Don’t refer to me with such familiarity. Now please, see yourself out.” He says before continuing to scribble away with his pen in hand. The excitement you once held is now crushed to smithereens and ground into powdered dust. Despite the stinging pain in your chest, you take a deep breath and nod, taking your leave. As you close the door, your thoughts race with questions.

‘What happened?’ ‘Did I do something?’ ‘That’s impossible, I haven’t talked to him in months… Is that why he’s mad?’

As he sees you step into the room, he can’t help but roll his eyes. “MC, I’ve already told you. I’m not able to join you. Must you be so insistent…”

You ignore his comment, taking a seat on the couch just across his bed. As you stare into his eyes, you want to grovel from the sheer fear welling inside of you, but at the same time awe at its crimson beauty. You take a deep breath, preparing yourself for whatever may come next.

“Lucifer, talk to me. I mean, did I do something wrong? Why are you being so…distant.”

He scoffs at your words. “I have not the slightest clue as to the nonsense you’re talking about, MC,” he glares before continuing, “Now if you’d please leave me be. I don’t have the time to entertain your mindless ramblings.”

You cross your arms, “No.”

The room suddenly feels colder than before as he furrows his brows, a questioning glare setting in. “Excuse me?” his voice deep, almost threatening.

“No. There’s obviously something wrong, so please, talk to me.”

Lucifer lets out a huff as he crosses his arms. “That’s rich coming from you,” he sneers.

Your eyebrows furrow, “What do you mean?”

Lucifer is silent for a moment, pursing his lips as his gaze drops. You take a step towards him, lifting your hand out to reach him. But just as it's inches away, he finally speaks.

“345 letters…” He grits his teeth, taking a shaky breath, “I sent 345 letters…and not once did you ever care to send one back.”

The look of pain in his eyes feels like a knife straight to the heart, but the puzzled expression on your face doesn't disappear.

The demon turns to focus his gaze onto the window of his room. “For nights, I poured my heart…my soul…my entire being into the parchment. And despite how many I had sent, I still knew that they could never convey even a fraction of my love.” Despite only being a few feet away, it feels like you were still in two different realms. Only now do you see the tall walls he had once again rebuilt in your absence.

“Lucifer-”

“It’s an embarrassment how much you had me wrapped around your fingers. I should have stopped after receiving nothing a few days into it. But no, I was a fool blinded by love and still clung onto that stupid idea that perhaps I’d receive even the smallest of signs that you’d missed me too. That I had crossed your mind even once…” His hand wraps into a fist, tightening to form crescent shaped marks onto his delicate skin. Through gritted teeth, he says, “I see it was never the case.”

No. That’s not true at all. You would have gone through hell and back to be with him again. You have to fight the want to just spew out to him that what he’d said couldn’t have been farther from the truth. First, you have to get one thing straight. What letters was he talking about? Even as you try to rack your brain for anything about letters, you turn up with nothing.

“Luci I…” You try to piece your words together as you reluctantly place a hand on top of his broad shoulder in comfort. Lucifer’s body tenses under your touch, a touch that once made his once cold heart melt and now seemingly makes his blood freeze.

“Spare me your excuses, MC.” he hisses.

“Look. I– I know it looks bad, but I– I just– I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Do not stoop so low as to lie to me.”

“But I’m not! Please just listen to me!”

“I’ve had enough of this. Get out.”

“No.”

“I said get o-”

Using both hands, you guide his face into your gentle hold. You stare at his widened eyes, the windows that showed the hurt, heartache, and turmoil brewing within him—all because of you.

“Lucifer Morningstar. I have counted every second of every minute until I can see you again. It broke me that I could only hear your voice in the comfort of my dreams. I waited for something, a text or perhaps a note, but nothing came. I swear to all that is good that not once have I received a letter…”

Lucifer fights a waging war inside of him, one that has lasted for months, with neither side yielding. A part of him screams ludicrous. It was impossible that you hadn’t seen any of his letters, letters that he had poured his heart and secrets onto, ones that he had written in the dead of night to alleviate the pain of longing you had left.

“Even if what you say is true, why hadn’t you at the very least tried to reach out to me? To any of us?”

“I did, but my magic isn’t strong enough to use in this realm, let alone send a message to you from another”

Your thumb runs along his cheek, eyes set on his.

His gaze falls as he takes a deep breath “I don’t…”, he pauses, pursing his lips.

“I don’t know how you can fix this one, MC”

A/N: I'M NOT DEAD. Hope you enjoy my first fully angst fic <33. I'll be posting Demon Slayer, Obey Me (and l&d maybe) alternately too keep it all balanced. Would love to know your thoughts on this fic and if I should make a part 2. Thank you and see you in the next one :)

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