#(and like i wanted! i WANT to spend time with my family! i WANT to hang out with her! i love her! shes so much fun!!)

[izadi234]

Forget me not

-Warning: Contain yandere themes, neglected! gn!reader, mention of low self-esteem, the writer's first language isn't English. Yan! Batfamily x gn! Chapters Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 (You're here)

Chapter 6

Meanwhile Duke and you spent the afternoon playing at an arcade and while you were playing, Duke checked the family group. Dick had sent a message calling for a meeting but he ignored it and decided to focus on spending time with you.

Alfred's plan must have already started

After playing for a while you both decided to go to dinner at Duke's favorite restaurant so you could talk in a more relaxed way. These moments with you made Duke feel like he was a little kid again, forgetting about school, his parents' tragedy and even that he was a vigilante. Once you got to the restaurant and sat at your table, you talked a little about some series and video games that you both liked until Duke asked something that he had never dared to ask before.

"Can I ask you a question, (Name)?"

"Sure!" you nodded

"Why are you studying journalism?" the younger one asked

Duke was not stupid, he was also a detective like the rest of the family, he knew that your career decision had been made because of the death of your parents, but he wanted to know about your life before the mansion.

And so maybe he'll know how to make your next stay more comfortable

"Well umm..." you said a little thoughtfully but still smiling

"I don't think I've told you about my mom and... and my dad, right? Before I went to live at Wayne Manor" you specified

Duke just shook his head as he waited for you to continue talking.

"Well, I chose my career because of them"

"And why?" Duke asked a little more insistently "And Bruce wasn't your father?"

"I mean, if Bruce is my father biologically speaking but..." you sighed and looked at him with a sad smile

"I think it won't hurt to tell you. I trust you" you took his hand in yours and squeezed gently making Duke smile at you

"Before living in Wayne Manor, I lived with my mom and another man, his name was (F/N) (father's name) and he met my mother when she had found out that she was pregnant with me. They met by chance, my mother was a great scientist and he was a journalist and the day they met, he came to interview Bruce for a new project they were doing. He was lost in the big building of Wayne Enterprices and that's where he found mom. She kindly helped him and from what he once told me he was immediately smitten by her. They started dating and ended up falling in love but before that my mom found out that she was pregnant with me and it was clearly not (F/N)'s, but when she told him about her pregnancy and who I was child of, he didn't care and he was with her throughout her pregnancy. Mom quit Wayne Enterprises and moved in with my father. Then I was born and everything was perfect until... one day it wasn't anymore..." you started to tell him, but at the end of your story you had a more somber face

"I..." Duke wanted to talk but he didn't know what to say "And... what happened next?"

You hesitated to talk but he was Duke, he was YOUR brother, of course you could trust him

"Dad was covering an event in downtown Gotham when there was an explosion near the place. I remember it like it was yesterday" you smiled sadly "I was always excited to see him on television and that day was no exception. My mother and I were in the TV room, she was sitting on the couch while laughing at my excitement and I was sitting on the floor in front of the TV. And it was when he was announcing the capture of the Joker in a building when an explosion happened causing the signal to cut out. My mother immediately took me away from the TV and we both went to my room where she tried to calm me down, making sure he was okay but I knew she was scared too. Hours later I fell asleep but I woke up to my mom crying and that was when I knew dad hadn't made it. The funeral was the next day and even though she tried to look strong I knew she was just as bad or worse off than me. Months later, my mom started getting sick, I thought it was because of her low mood but she soon had to be admitted to the hospital. She was diagnosed with terminal cancer and had at most a few months left, in the meantime I stayed with a neighbor, she was an old lady but I saw her as a grandmother. She took me to see my mom every day and one of those days I heard them talking about my real father. Mom tried to convince my nanny to adopt me when she was gone but my nanny refused, she said I would live a better life with my biological father. Weeks later she died too and immediately child services contacted Bruce and well you know the rest"

You looked at Duke still with a small smile

"Does anyone else know all this?" Duke asked after a few seconds of silence

"Nope" you shook your head "Well, Alfred but in a very general way, just what child services told him when he picked me up from that place"

"And yes, I chose to study journalism because of my father. He inspired me a lot when I was little and to this day my dad and mom do it. So, have you finished that project you told me about the other day?"

"Let me walk you home" you said to Duke as you walked through the almost dark streets of Gotham

"Oh no, really! I don't want to cause you any trouble" Duke said a little embarrassed

"Of course not Duke!" you put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed him a little "You're my brother, I'm not going to leave you alone in these dangerous streets"

"I'm a vigilante" he reminded you

"And?" you hugged him

"You're always going to be my little brother"

"You're embarrassing me!" the boy exclaimed as he tried to separate himself from the hug although to be honest, he would never reject a hug from you

"Oh no, they just grow up and they don't even want a hug from their sibling anymore" you said dramatically making both of them laugh

"But seriously, I'll give you a ride to Wayne Manor" you said

"Do you have a car?!" He asked surprised

"No... but a motorcycle, I left it in a parking lot near here. Let's go."

They walked until they reached a parking lot where you had your motorcycle at the back. You handed him your helmet so he could put it on.

"What about you?" Duke asked when he noticed that you only had one helmet

"Don't worry, I'm more worried about you" you said as you got on your motorcycle, followed by him

"Ready?" you turned to look at him

"Ready!" he nodded

"Okay, hold on!" you said before starting the motorcycle

The more Jason looked through the box, the more he felt like he knew you. You liked taking pictures, that was a fact and on the last pages of the album you had some notes next to the photo, describing the situation of the photo.

"Jason?" a voice called from the door of the living room, it was Dick

Realizing that Jason hadn't heard him, the acrobat approached and touched his shoulder making Jason jump a little because he wasn't expecting it.

"What do you want, Dickhead?" he asked irritated

"I was..." Dick interrupted his words when he saw that his brother had several things around him

"What is that?" Jason turned to look at your things again, his expression less hard.

"They're (Name)'s"

"And who gave them to you?" Dick asked as he sat next to him

"Alfred"

"Alfred? Why would he have (Name)'s things?" Dick asked as he grabbed a small purple blanket

"It's some stuff that they probably threw away over time or forgot to take" Jason said as he looked back at the photo album Dick noticed Jason's gaze that was resting on the book and decided to take it but before he could do so Jason grabbed Dick's wrist preventing him from doing so which caused the older man to look at him strangely.

"Jason..?" His voice brought him back to reality.

"Yeah I'm sorry" he let go of his wrist

"It's a photo album. It's (Name)'s" Jason let Dick take the album and he started to flip through it in silence while Jason looked at other things in the box.

"Who is this man?" Dick asked referring to your father

"I have no idea" Jason admitted

"Maybe Babs can recognize him" he said to continue looking at the photos

"Wait... Do you have photos with them?!" Dick exclaimed in surprise

"Yeah..." Jason smiled proudly

"And why don't I have a picture with them?!" Dick said dramatically "I'm their older brother!"

"But I'm their favorite brother" Jason stressed

That couldn't be possible! Dick was EVERYONE'S favorite brother! How could Jason be YOURS?!

"You damn...!" Dick was going to throw himself at Jason if it wasn't for a presence behind them

"What the hell is going on?" asked Bruce who looked at them confused

"And who is all this from?"

"It's from (Name)" said his sons at the same time

"Have you found anything?" asked Jason to Bruce

"No" sighed Bruce as he sat on the couch

"The day of their departure they turned off the cameras for several hours and cleaned their room excellently well"

Jason sighed a little desperate.

"Well... We haven't found anything either but, Jason found this" Dick gave Bruce the album

"Maybe it won't help in finding them but maybe it will help... get to know them better" Dick spat out those last words as if he was ashamed of not knowing his brother/sister for 15 years Bruce started looking at the album like his two sons had done before

"And this man?" he asked when he saw your father of course he remembered your mother, she was very beautiful but equally intelligent.

Yes, it was a very serious loss in his company when she left but this man, he had already seen him before but... where?

"We don't know" Jason said

"I'm going to tell Tim, Stephanie and Barbara to identify him" Bruce said taking the photo of your first birthday. You looked so happy despite being only one year old and what a beautiful smile, it was just like your mother's but... he had never seen him up close

"And what are the others doing?" Jason asked, snapping him out of his thoughts

"Tim, Stephanie, and Barbara are in the Batcave looking through the cameras, and if they have social media, Damian and Cass are still in their room looking for a clue, although to be honest, I'm starting to doubt it," Bruce sighed again

"And Duke?" Jason asked

"Duke..?" Bruce's eyes suddenly opened as he remembered the newest member of the Wayne Family

"He didn't answer or see the messages I sent to the group either," Dick said as he checked his cell phone

"That's it! Duke!" Bruce exclaimed with a smile on his face, causing Dick and Jason to look at each other in confusion

"Okay...?”

“In the morning Duke had told me that he was going out with (Name) so he should know where they are" he explained to them

"Duke and (Name) get along?" Jason asked surprised and a little jealous

"That's right, Master Jason" said Alfred who was standing at the entrance of the room

"Young Master Duke and Master (Name) have maintained a friendly relationship since he arrived at the mansion" explained the older name

"Ha!" laughed Dick while patting him on the back "It seems that you are no longer his favorite"

That made Jason feel a pressure in his chest.

He had to be YOUR FAVORITE again

"Alfred could you give this to Tim, Steph and Barbara, please?" Bruce gave Alfred the photo of your first birthday "Have them identify the man in the picture"

"Of course, Master Bruce" nodded the butler and then left

"So what? Are we going to wait for Duke to arrive?" Jason asked a little gruffly, still angry

"I think we shouldn't wait for him to arrive, Master Jason," Alfred commented as he looked out the window

"Why do you say that?" Dick asked as the three men stood up

"Because he is already here.”

"Well bro, this is where I'm at" you said as you stood on your motorcycle in front of the large doors that gave access to the great Wayne mansion

"Are you sure you don't want to go in and say hello to Alfred?" Duke asked as he took off his helmet and gave it to you

"No thanks. I love Alfred but I wouldn't go in that place again for the life of me" you said as you covered the license plates of your motorcycle with your jacket now that Duke got off. You were a little paranoid like your father but could you be blamed? This place gave you the creeps.

"Okay then I think this is where we say goodbye" Duke said a little sad and you could notice it. You chuckled and hugged him without getting off your motorcycle.

"It's not a final goodbye, besides you have my number" you smiled at him

"I know, but the fact that you don't even live here now is very strange to me. I really miss you"

"And I miss you, little brother" you hugged him one last time

"Text me when you get home" he said once you put on your helmet

"Sure" you nodded as you started your bike

"See you later Duke! I love you"

"I love you too, (Name)" that was the last thing you said to each other before you left for your house

Duke sighed as he watched you leave, not looking back. He walked towards the entrance where the doors opened upon recognition and then walked a flight further until he reached the double doors of the large mansion.

Before he could knock on the door Alfred opened it and greeted him with his usual neutral tone of voice and a small smile which indicated to him that everything was going according to his plan.

"Good evening, young master" Alfred let him in

"Good evening Alfred"

"Master Bruce is waiting for you in the living room with young masters Dick and Jason" Alfred told him as Duke hung his jacket on the coat rack in the entrance

"And why are you looking for me?"

"To ask you about (Name)”

"You were looking for me Bruce?" asked Duke as he peeked through the door to the living room to see the three men sitting in the living room

"That's right Duke" nodded Bruce as he motioned for the younger man to sit

"Okay" he nodded as he took a seat next to Dick "What happened?"

"I need you to tell me everything you know about (Name)" Bruce told him

"And for what?" Duke acted confused

Bruce sighed. No matter how many times he repeated it, it always embarrassed him.

"I want to apologize to them"

"We ALL want to apologize to them" Dick corrected knowing that Bruce was not the only one to blame for this situation

"I have not been a good father to them, I didn't even try and now I see the consequences. My firstborn is away from this family because of me. I should have been more aware of them but I thought that since they weren't a vigilante, they would need less of my attention and now I see how wrong I was" he explained to Duke and then looked him in the eyes

"But you have been able to make a connection with them, and now I need all the information I can get from them so I can find them and tell them all that and more"

Duke sighed but inside he felt satisfaction seeing Bruce in that state, for all the harm he had caused his sibling.

A little punishment never hurt anyone, right?

But if he wanted you to come home then he had to help them, besides he still didn't know where you lived.

"Okay, but I don't have much information," Duke told him.

"We'll judge that," Jason said now, looking at him with a somewhat hard look.

Had he already discovered that he was now (Name)'s favorite?

That only filled him with more satisfaction.

"Okay," he nodded.

Before Bruce could say anything else, Tim arrived in the room, interrupting their conversation.

"Bruce, we've already identified the man."

They all went down to the Batcave and down there were Barbara and Stephanie talking and in the background, on the screen, they saw several pictures and information.

"What did you find?" asked Bruce as everyone approached the Batcomputer

"Well, the man in the picture with (Name) and their mother is (F/N) (L/N)" Barbara began to say "He studied journalism at Gotham University and he was married for 2 years to (M/N) (L/N) and gave his last name to (Name)"

"He died in an explosion caused by the Joker when (Name) was 4 years old, the same age they were when they came to the mansion" finished explaining Steph

Bruce already knew where he knew that man from. He had interviewed him several years ago. He was a very intelligent man and clever with words at that time which bothered him a little. From that interview onwards, the only one allowed to interview him was Clark or Lois, no one else could interview him.

But maybe if he had allowed (F/N) to keep interviewing him, maybe he would have known about his child's existence much sooner and maybe he wouldn't have made so many mistakes with you.

Just MAYBE…

"But isn't (Name) your child?" Dick asked Bruce confused

"Yes, they are" Duke said and everyone turned to look at him so he could continue talking

"They told me, today in fact. They told me about their life before the mansion. They told me that their mother met their father- I mean, (F/N) one day when he came to interview you Bruce" the young man turned to look at them

"And that in fact they're studying journalism like him because they were always inspired by what he did. They have a great memory" he said at the end with a tone of pride knowing that his brother/sister had many gifts even if they didn't realize it

"And how do you know all that?" Damian asked

"I spent the day with them today and they told me about it" Duke said as if it was no big deal

"You... You talk to them?" Tim asked as if he was trying to understand

"Yeah. They helped me a lot when I moved here" he explained

"You said he was studying journalism?" Bruce interrupted

"Yes" Duke nodded

"So if we don't know where he lives we can find out where he studies. Barbara, look up the records of Gotham University on all the journalism students" Bruce asked

"I'm already on it" Barbara nodded and then started typing on the batcomputer

"So... you two are close?" Tim asked Duke surprisingly

"I'd like to think so" Duke laughed a little nervously

"And what do you normally do with them?" With that question everyone started to pay attention even if they didn't look at him

"Well... It depends..." he said "Now that they don't live here anymore we go out to eat and to the arcade and even to the park. We mostly talk but before they left we spent a lot of time in the library, that place was their favorite of the whole mansion because it's more illuminated there. We used to read or they would tell me about some book and even gossip about their friends. From time to time, when you were busy they would train with me or we would also play video games. They are very good with technology and science"

"Did they train with you? Are they also vigilantes like us?" Damian asked for the first time curious about you

"No they are not vigilantes like us" that calmed Bruce down "But they are good at self-defense. They know how to fight"

"But how? I never taught them" Bruce asked

"They are your children Bruce, they are just as good at analysis and observation" then he walked to another monitor and looked for something on the computer. It was a video of both of you training.

In the video you had a sly smile that no one else besides Duke and Alfred had seen on you. While you were dressed in sportswear and some bandages on your knuckles. Duke was just like you, both looking defiant but not intimidating.

"Ready to lose?" Duke told you

"You wish" you smiled with a sly smile

Then you both started to fight, Duke being the first to throw the first blow which you managed to dodge. You both fought for a long time, neither of you giving up easily. After several minutes you both ended up on the ground tired and sweaty.

"Tie?" You suggested, stretching your fist out towards him

"Tie" he nodded, bumping his fist into yours

"You're getting better" you congratulated him

"It's not that bad" Duke said, a little embarrassed with the compliment you gave him

"Of course it is" you patted him on the back "You're getting better pretty fast, I know you'll be able to face Grayson and Todd soon, and maybe one day you'll even be able to match or be better than Bruce"

"Thanks, (Name)" Duke smiled at you

"Don't mention it" you smiled back and stood up

"Shall we take a break?" you offered him a hand to get him up

"Sure" Duke took your hand and stood up

And that was the end of the video Duke was showing them.

"Yeah, they're good training partners," Duke said with a smile.

"I found something," Barbara said, cutting off the tense moment.

Everyone focused on the screen Barbara was working on, looking at a picture of you on the screen and next to it your college information.

"(Name) (L/N), third semester journalism student at Gotham University," Barbara read.

"(L/N)?" Bruce asked.

"Yeah, apparently when they turned 18 they changed their last name," Barbara nodded.

He didn't know anything about you, but he was sure of one thing and that was that he had given you his last name.

You weren't a (L/N)

You were a WAYNE

But don't worry, that would soon be fixed.

"But that's not the important thing," Jason said. "Where do they live?"

"They live in an apartment complex near the university" Barbara said

"Send me the address alone" Bruce ordered

"Bruce! / Father! / B!" everyone started to complain but Bruce silenced them with a look

"Don't even start" he warned them "I'm more than sure that if any of you have this information, they will immediately go looking for you but, we must avoid howling at them because they will most likely be furious with all of us"

Everyone looked at the ground at his words, all of them feeling a little bad.

"So let's wait a bit to face them. Now, everyone goes to rest, it's been a tiring day"

Reluctantly, everyone went to rest while the only ones left downstairs were Bruce and Barbara.

"Don't give them the information. It's an order" Bruce told Barbara

"Understood" she nodded

"Okay, now go rest" he said so the girl could go rest too

Then he turned to look at the big screen where your picture was.

You looked so much like your mother and seeing it from that point of view, he was happy, he already had enough with having Damian, who was already very similar to him. He couldn't wait to meet you again after 15 years.

Well as they say, better late than never, right?

Helloooo!

How are you all? I hope everyone liked this chapter! I'll try to post more frecuently. Anyway if you liked this chapter I will invite you leave a heart, reblog or interact in any other way as leaving asks or comments as I would love to heart your opinions and any sugestiones you may have for the story or even theories.

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[l0s3rd0wnt0wn]

the reader has each time that a member of her family tries to create a bond with her:I am not your pet, I never liked you, I don't care about you I won't wait for you. I hate you.

Yum, good soup!

They'll do anything to spend time with him. Bruce has never watched anime in his life, but you love *Ouran High School Host Club* and *Soul Eater*. With no choice, you watch with him, only for him to ask fifty or more questions. And you always end up leaving him behind in the dust. But he's trying; you're still his baby, even if you side with him like that.

Dick always wanted to help you out with your like a big brother should, showing you the way, but you growl like a wild animal if he gets close to curls. Sure, you let him put growth oil in your cornrows, but that's all he'll ever do. You avoid that man like he has cheese touch.

Jason hasn't been a teen in forever, maybe reading a comic or two and bonding with you about how stupid comics draw women or how ugly the super-realistic style is, just for readers to roll their eyes every time he speaks. Why is he talking to me? Come on, laugh at his jokes; he knows you, he's funny. Come in and giggle!

Tim, you both are nerds. Why don’t you guys play some D&D? "Nah, I have my own party." Tekken 8? Nah, you prefer MK. Come on, just hang out with him! Geeks stick together, but for some reason, you’d rather play with random online players. He’s literally the superior player, and he’s way cooler and funnier, so don’t ditch him for your friends—he's a better rival!

Damian, please, oh, please let him hang out with you. Let him be a little brother; let him ride on your back. Let him play video games with you. Let him come to your room when you have a night in, but you refuse; you blow him off like the plague. Don’t tell him you’re not free—he tracked your schedule!

Stephanie, let's go shopping, paint each other's nails, talk about our crazy crushes, go shopping, and max out Bruce's cards. Oh, you're busy? That's cool. Wait, all your friends are hanging out together, and you're going to Chuck E. Cheese? Why don't you let her join? Oh, you guys were planning this and you don't have an extra space? Maybe next time you'll spend time with your favorite gal pal.

Cass will psychoanalyze all the shonen you've ever watched. Even if it's unrealistic and people don't scream for 15 minutes and suddenly get powerful in the show. Oh, Kengan Ashura! Tell her about the lore and all the fighters; please talk to her about it. She'll pose like the fighters and recreate the moves for you. Come on, just hang out with her. She won't talk, or she'll talk your ear off, but your face of indifference tells her you really don't care; you'd rather watch something else. Fine, Cass will watch it with you.

Duke, come chill with him. Sure, you guys have only had two conversations, and so what? You can't have more? Listen to Kendrick with him; why don't you both bond over not liking and hating on Drake? Schoolboy Q shit. He'll even play Doechii's Chromakopia is out. Let's rap to Sticky. You don't fuck with that? Oh, it's cool; he'll listen to whatever you like. He'll do whatever you like! You guys can watch Boondocks together and make random references that only you two understand. Let him give you a retwist. Let him be your brother, but you'd rather hang out with some loser from your school? What's that about?

[quarterlifekitty]

Hi!!!!! How do you think Nikolai would eventually confront you in the secret baby scenario?

It depends on whether or not you crack! But in the scenario where you don’t, I imagine he’d bring it up at a pretty terrible time.

Your baby’s first birthday, maybe. Pulls you aside to the kitchen, helping you to clean up after the smash cake while the others take turns making the baby laugh.

“Milaya, tell me the truth. She’s mine, isn’t she?”

It’s right to the point. Well, as much as it can be after he’s spent so long waiting for her to crack and confess.

“Yes. But I don’t have any expectation that you’ll be her father, so don’t worry.” You say it so easily, like it’s natural that’s what he would want. Like it doesn’t hurt him to watch her grow up without her papa.

“Why would I be worried about that?”

You set a plate in the sink before turning to face him. “Listen, Nik— I don’t want you to volunteer because you feel obligated. I didn’t write your name on the birth certificate or anything. I’ll be fine— she already has quite a lot of male role models, don’t you think? You don’t have to ruin your life just because you made the mistake of sleeping with me.” Once again, you tear out his heart with such little effort.

“It wasn’t a mistake. Not to me. You really think I’d feel that way? That I’d spend all that time chasing you and regret it?”

“Whether or not you enjoyed yourself, you’re not built for a relationship, much less a family. You know why you had to chase me? I didn’t want to be involved with a man who’s constantly in the far corners of the world fighting other people’s battles. And I definitely don’t want that for my daughter. I don’t want to see her waiting at the door on the day you don’t come back.”

“I would never abandon you—“

“Don’t you get it? You might not have a choice.”

[wooataes]

Real Eyes, Fake Lies (Part 11)

Pairing: soulmate!Lee Jihoon x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: Hanahaki!AU, angst, all hurt no comfort, swearing, tears, the usual 🙂‍↕️

Summary: What do you do when you find out the one person that was created by the universe to be yours doesn’t want you back?

A/N: It has been WAY too long since I've updated this story and I apologise for that 🙂‍↕️ I finally feel like I've gotten my life back on track to finally be able to post a long awaited update!! Thank you to everyone who still reads and enjoys my fics, it means a lot ! 🥹 - Tae 💜🌸✨

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“Do you know what’s wrong with him?”

“His girlfriend left him, genius. What do you think is wrong with him?”

Jihoon rolls his eyes. His housemates have as much subtlety as an earthquake. Their naturally loud voices seep through the closed door of his bedroom as he stares at his ceiling, a sigh leaving his lungs in the darkness as the outside voices drone on.

“Hyung,” Mingyu sighs. “It’s been over a week now… Should we call someone?”

“Who would we call?” Junhui retorts. “His soulmate? Because up until last week, I thought his soulmate was Ji-ah.”

The mention of her name creates another pit in Jihoon’s stomach. He hates it. He wishes he could just get over the stupid emotions that run through his veins at the mere thought of his not-soulmate, now also not-girlfriend.

“His parents are hours away and he has no siblings that we can contact.” Junhui continues, frustration laced in his voice. “I don’t know who we could call.”

“Doesn’t hyung have a cousin who-”

“I can hear everything you guys are saying. You know that, right?” 

Jihoon’s hard voice carries through the door, his housemates falling silent on the other end.

“Jihoon-ah.” A deep voice mutters, causing him to tense up. He knows that Wonwoo knows how to get through to him. “Can we talk?”

After a long pause, Jihoon’s bedroom door slightly creaks open. “Wonwoo, I told you yesterday,” he stares at the ground, refusing to make eye contact with the older man. “I am fine-”

“You are not, Jihoon-ah. And we both know it.” 

“How do you know?” He snips.

“You haven’t left your bedroom since Ji-ah left you last week.” Jihoon sucks his teeth at her name.

“I never left my bedroom before she left me.” He hisses back.

“Yes, you did.” Wonwoo retorts back. 

“When? To go on dates with her?” he barks. “To take her out? To go visit her family? Well, guess what? She is gone, Wonwoo, so I have a whole lot more free time and I choose to spend that time at home.” his voice cracks slightly, bottom lip shaking as he moves to close the door once more, his frown deepening as Mingyu grabs a hold of the door before it closes.

“Hyung, we’re sorry.” Mingyu’s voice is softer now as he looks at him with sad eyes. “We’re so fucking sorry that you’re going through this but we are here for you and want to be there for you.”

“I don’t need-”

“Please don’t push us away.” Wonwoo frowns, his hand resting over Jihoons. “Jihoon-ah…”

Jihoon shakes his head quietly, a small hiccup leaving his lips. “Wonwoo, I promise, I’m fine.” He gently lets his hand fall from Wonwoo’s as he moves to shut the door to his bedroom once more, wiping the stray tears that threaten to spill from his eyes.

“I truly don’t know what to do, guys.” Jihoon winces at the defeated tone of his older housemate’s voice as he climbs back into the comfort of his bed once more, hoping to forget about the world around him for a little bit longer.

Jihoon heaves a loud sigh as he steps into his first Film Studies class in nearly two weeks, slumping down in his chair, rubbing at his temples slightly as Professor Park begins his usual droning on. He really should be listening to the lecture at hand, but he can’t bring himself to. Not when he can feel the eyes of multiple people in the class lingering on him. He’s sure that word has gotten around now about his very public dumping and the fact that Ji-ah was obviously never his soulmate. He hates that he can feel the sympathy radiating off of his peers, and even off of you, his real soulmate, sitting directly beside him with your stupid perfect hair and stupidly neat notes that you wordlessly offered him to help catch him up on the classes he missed. He accepts them graciously, spending most of the lesson copying your notes into his notebook.

“Professor,” a deep voice from the back of the room calls out near the end of the lesson, drawing Jihoon from his thoughts. 

“Yes, Jaebeom?” 

Your soulmate glances at you at the sight of your body tensing up at the mention of the newcomer’s name. He tilts his head slightly as he feels nerves begin to bubble in the pit of his stomach from you, causing him to raise a brow. You take a slow breath before scribbling idly on your page again, indifference on your face, but Jihoon knows it’s a front. 

Why are you so tense?

“About the extension on our group project?” Jaebeom’s voice lulls out in a drawl, a clear cockiness hidden in his tone. 

“Ah yes,” Professor Park hums, nodding his head. “I know some of you have gone ahead and already submitted your essays and presentations to me, and I’m thankful for you guys for getting these to me on time and even earlier. For the remainder of you all who have yet to submit your projects, I’ve extended the deadline by two weeks, due to an unavoidable event I must attend.”

Jihoon hears his classmate’s sighs of relief, and in turn, he breathes out as well. He knew he had neglected his end of his project with you for the last week, and he feels grateful that he can make up for it.

“I do hope the rest of you,” Professor Park sends a look to the back of the room, “get this done in due time. Class dismissed.”

Jihoon wordlessly offers your notebook back to you, a frown forming on his face when he sees you duck your head, letting your hair fall over your face. He glances to see a taller man wearing low jeans and a beat up baseball cap on his head march- no, strut down the stairs to reach the door, sauntering out with what Jihoon can only describe as a sleazy grin on his face. Once he steps out of the room, you immediately collect your things, bow your head to Jihoon with a little smile, and jump up to leave the classroom.

“Professor,” your soulmate approaches the teacher. “I appreciate you extending the deadline-”

“Oh, Jihoon-ssi!” Professor Park smiled. “Are you feeling better? Miss Choi told me that you were unwell when she submitted your project to me last week.”

“Oh.. Yeah, I’m feeling alri- Wait. Submitted?” Jihoon blinked.

“Yes,” he smiled. “Both of your arguments had wonderful points to pit against each other. Well done! I will be posting your grades in a few weeks!”

You finished off the project for him? Why are you so… nice?

“Uh… Thank you, Professor.” Jihoon bows his head in thanks before slowly stepping out of the classroom, starting to walk in the direction of home, the sound of thunder rumbling in the distance.

Jihoon takes a deep sigh as he finds himself sitting down at the park bench that is so familiar to him now, letting the raindrops land on his clothes and face as he tilts his head back.

“Jihoon-ssi?” your voice is quiet over the sound of the loud rain, but Jihoon could hear you. He always does. He blinks as he feels the heavy raindrops that land on his hoodie abruptly stop, looking up to see a pastel umbrella being held over his now drenched body. “What are you doing out here?”

Jihoon shrugs quietly for a moment. “I… don’t know.” He glances down at the wet sleeves of his hoodie. “Just.. Thinking.”

“Well, I think you should think away from a torrential downpour next time,” you quip with a little smile, hoping the joke makes him crack a smile.

“Nah,” he hums. “It’s comforting, the rain..” 

“Comforting?” You echo, tilting your head innocently as he hums a confirmation.

“Mm. Rain doesn’t have colour.” He glances at you for a moment, slightly amused by the cluelessness on your face as you just blink at him. “Ah, it’s silly, really,” he continues. “The sky doesn’t have colour when it rains, it reminds me of what the world looked like before everything changed. Everything is so different now.”

“You’re right.” You agree quietly. “Everything is different.”

“Thank you,” Jihoon mumbles after a brief silence. “For helping finish off the project while I was… y’know.”

“Oh, that?” You shrug. “That was nothing. You had all the arguments, I just articulated them for you. Figured that you already had enough on your plate so I thought you wouldn’t mind if I submitted a little early to get it out of the way for the both of us.”

“How do you do it?”

“Huh? Do what?”

“... Live.” Jihoon’s voice is barely above a whisper as you settle down on the park bench beside Jihoon, still holding the umbrella over his head. “How do you just live life so damn happily while you feel like absolute shit all the time? And don’t deny that you don’t, I have felt every single emotion you have felt for weeks now.”

You pause for a moment, looking up at the sky before humming. “I suppose I just got used to it.” You shrug. “It kind of just became like a background noise for me. It’s just always there.” 

“Even when the pain is doubled now? Because of me?”

You shrug once more. “It’s not something I haven’t dealt with before. I can feel the pain for both of us, Jihoon-ssi. It’s okay.” You give him a little smile. “I have had a lot more practice at loss than you have.”

Jihoon feels the irritation bubbling up inside him slowly.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

You blink in confusion as you glance at him. “Huh?”

“I have experienced loss too, you know.”

“I know that, I just-”

“I am more than capable of feeling these emotions too.” He frowns.

“I know,” you emphasize, “I just wanted you to know you don’t have to face them on your own.”

Jihoon scoffs quietly. Who does she think she is, giving him advice on how to deal with his emotions? “I know that too. You don’t need to point out the obvious, Choi.”

“Do you know that?” You retort, raising an eyebrow. “Because from what Mingyu told me, you’ve barely left your room until this week.”

“Ugh,” Jihoon groans, leaning his head back. “Am I not allowed to have time to myself?”

“Of course you are,” you sigh. “But you’re also-”

“You know, you should think about facing your emotions on your own instead of relying on everyone else around you.” Jihoon hisses at you with a glare as you freeze with wide eyes. 

“H-huh?” He can feel your doubt seeping into his veins.

“Your brother, his soulmate, Soonyoung, Seokmin,” he rambles. “They’re always at your beck and call when they could be living their own lives with each other and not have to worry about you every five fucking minutes like you’re their child.”

“I…” You balk, Jihoon wincing at the feeling of your stomach twisting inside him. But he doesn't care, he wants you to hurt as much as he does. It’s your fault he doesn’t have Ji-ah anymore, afterall.

“Just go away!” He barks. “When will you realize that your help isn’t needed?! You’re not needed! I lost the one girl I truly fucking loved because of YOU! Why would I want you around?! Leave me alone already!”

After a long silence, Jihoon finally turns his head to look at you, staring at him for what seems like hours with the same look that you had on the day you brushed hands for the first time. That isn’t what frightens your soulmate, though. What frightens him is the fact that he can’t feel anything inside him anymore, besides his own pain.

“... sorry, I’ll leave you alone.” You mumble robotically, delicately placing the umbrella beside him before rising and walking through the heavy rain in the direction of your house, letting the rain run down your clothes.

“Fuck.” Jihoon sighs heavily and buries his face into his hands, squeezing his eyes shut as he hears your footsteps move further and further away.

He needs to apologize. He knows he does. He knows he said those words out of anger and hurt, and he knows you definitely didn’t deserve it. 

But why can’t he find it in himself to go to you and do it? You’re literally two tables away from him right now.

Jihoon, he scolds himself, it’s been days. You need to man up and tell her you’re sorry. 

Could he be worrying a little now because since he confronted you, he has felt no emotions whatsoever from you? Has he finally lost the tether from you?

“Hello you!!” A loud, cheery voice snaps him into reality. He blinks as he stares at his cup of ramen in his hand, fidgeting on the hard steel of the cafeteria chair underneath him, trying to figure out where the loud voice had come from.

Seungkwan makes his way over to where you’re sitting, draping himself over your back. Before he can ask how you are, you jolt up quickly, scooting away from him like you’ve been burned.

“Hey.” You give him a little smile, pressing yourself up against the wall. “Where’s Hansol? You should be with Hansol.”

Seungkwan’s face contorts slightly as he sticks his lips out in almost a pout. “He had to run to make his next class… Bug, what’s wrong-”

“I actually have to run too, Kwan.” You stammer out quickly, grabbing your backpack and stepping out from behind the table. “Talk later?”

“But, you haven’t even touched your lunch…” his voice fades out as he watches you rush quickly out of the cafeteria, surprise etched on his face.

Jihoon watches on, just as surprised as Seungkwan as he reaches the table with him, Soonyoung and Seokmin.

“Okay, what the hell was that? What happened to Bug?” Seungkwan immediately questions Soonyoung, who upon further inspection, looks just as out of it as you are.

“We don’t know,” Seokmin speaks for his soulmate. “Every time she’s at home, she stays locked up in her room and only leaves to cook dinner for us and clean up. She didn’t even come down for movie night the other night.”

Your soulmate’s eyes widened slightly as Soonyoung took a deep breath. “Something has happened and she won’t tell us what. She doesn’t even speak when she’s at home anymore.”

“We’ve tried to talk to her, get her to come out of her room, do anything, but she doesn’t budge. I’m getting worried.” Seokmin bites his lip.

“I don’t know what the hell has happened to our Bug. She is literally just doing fucking chores and whenver one of us tries to hang out..” your best friend rubs at his temples. “She keeps insisting we hang out with our soulmates. With each other. I don’t know why the fuck that doesn’t mean she can’t hang out with us too.”

Jihoon feels sick as your housemate’s words sink in to him.

When will you realize your help isn’t needed? You’re not needed!

Fuck.

“Jesus Christ, Jihoon-ah.” Wonwoo breathes out when Jihoon finally steps through the door. “You were supposed to be back four hours ago. What the hell were you- Jihoon-ah?” 

His eyes widened at the sight of his housemate stepping under the lights of the hallway, lip trembling and hair sticking in six different directions. Jihoon truly didn’t mean to take so long making it home. He supposes he lost track of time wandering campus with his racing mind.

He knew his words had gotten to you. At the moment it felt good, for you to feel the pain he did. But now? Seeing his friends, your family agonizing over how detached you are? 

What has he done?

“Jihoon…” Junhui looks on worriedly, reaching forward to slip the backpack off his housemate’s shoulders.

“I… I knew what I was getting into when I chose to date her, Wonwoo.” His voice quivers as he stares at the ground. “I knew that she already had a soulmate, but… I-I didn’t think…” 

“Of course you didn’t.” Wonwoo agrees.

“She told me that he had moved countries years ago… There was no chance he’d come back…” a small tear slides down his cheek as his housemate hums in acknowledgement. “And when I… when I found my soulmate and I-” Jihoon chokes back a sob. “And I rejected them to keep a hold of Ji-ah…” His soft cries echo into the quiet hallway. “I… I felt their heart break inside of me, I’ve felt their pain for weeks a-and now I feel their pain on top of my own and… fuck, I broke her, man.”

“Oh, Jihoon…” Junhui sighs sympathetically as Wonwoo pulls Jihoon towards him, bringing his head into his shoulder as his arms wrap around his back in a warm embrace. 

Jihoon pauses for a moment. He blinks once, twice, and a third time before he lets out a soft sob, his hands gripping onto Wonwoo’s shoulders desperately as he buries his face into the soft fabric of his shirt.

“Hyung,” he chokes out. “I r-really fucked up.”

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I will now actually answer VERY SINGLE QUESTION OF THIS XD

also i wrote this in an interview type style... you can also read this on my AO3 .... this is over 5000 words long gods help me ...........

Name: Ashryn De Riva 

Pronouns: They/She /Her 

Race: Elven 

Faction: An Antivan Crow

Class: Mage

Specialization: Spellblade

Before The Veilguard

Where was Rook born? Who were their childhood family and friends? What did they spend their free time doing as a child? What did they want to be when they “grew up” if anything.

A: Uff good first question. Well, as far as I know I was born somewhere in Antiva, I don't really know where as I didn't really stay there for a long time. As a kid I didn't really have friends, like before I became a crow. I had other problems than who I should play with at the time. My mother was my only blood family I knew as she was taken with me. She was a slave for a Powerful Mage, and if I had to name a friend during that time I would say the stable boy, he was also a dalish captive but I heard he had been sold from Tevinter , or was he a present I don't really remember … He was the one I could talk with and he hid me more than once when the Mages son was looking for me. What I wanted to be when I grew up? Mmmh another good question, free maybe? ( she laughs) No, I wanted to be powerful and able to help others. Actually I wanted to be Crow, I  heard from the other slaves that there were those dark Asassines who would kill if you paid them enough. I actually used to save up any coin I could find, or steal, to pay them one day. In the end I didn't even save up enough to buy a loaf of fresh bread.( laughs again)

Where and how was Rook educated? What did they enjoy learning; what did they dislike learning? Who did they admire most? Who was an example of what not to do or be?

A: My Mother, bless her , tried her best to teach me things. Thanks to her I actually still speak elven, well to some extent. My magic abilities showed very early. I was still a little kid, maybe around the age of 7 or eight, so she also tried to teach me about those things even though she didn't have any magic gifts. She always said I got that from her father. The other slaves also tried to teach us young ones. I  snuck into the attic often, from there you could hear the teacher of the Mages son ramble for hours, while his student fell asleep most of the time. 

How did they experience gender as a young person? Did they grow up in an environment of strict gender roles and expectations or were they allowed to be themselves? 

A: I  never actively thought about being anything other than a woman, I am what I am and I like it. But I don't really care as to how people call me, okay maybe ‘he’ just doesn't fit with me but if they want to people can call me ‘they’ as well. ( shrugged) I don't really care. 

My mother wasn't really strict about gender, she always said being me was enough. She even kind of adopted another young slave who had been shunned by the others, as she identified herself as a female, despite being born a male. Gods did I hate that girl, not because of this obviously but she wasn't the nicest person, when the adults were not around. 

What was their take on sexuality as a young person? Did they experiment with romance or find it entirely uninteresting?

A:  Again never actually thought about it. I liked men as a kid … tho I never had a puppy love or how you call it… And after I joined the crows as a fledgling I started to notice how I felt for women ( shrugges ). I used to flirt with Teia as a  young one just to annoy Viago, and I had a bit of a crush on her , but please don't tell him that. I want to live for a bit longer.

What was their take on spirituality as a young person? Did they grow up around one particular religion and if so how did that affect their beliefs?

A: I was fascinated by the veil and the fade as a kid. Loved to study on Spirits and things like that, so I would say I was fond of Spirits… oh you mean spirituality like religion… mmmmh i grew up with both elven gods and the maker. My mother taught me the tales of our ancestors and I loved hearing them. And the crows showed me the beliefs of the Maker. But I associate myself more with the elven beliefs I would say. 

What childhood fear(s) did Rook carry with them into adulthood?

A: It's not really a fear but… I can't really swim that well, which is ironic when you think about where I grew up but the mage that owned me had this spell… Made you feel like you were drowning so I never went deeper than knee deep water till I was what? Like 17? 

How did Rook become involved with their chosen faction? Who did they meet first, and how, and where, and why did they join up?

this is gonna take a while ( laughs) the first Crow I ever got to meet was Viago… I am not surprised as he is my house's Talon and something like my older brother, which he would never under any circumstances admit. I met him at a job of his.  Okay maybe i have to further explain that. I met him after I ruined his contract by killing his target , who was also the Slave owning Mage I mentioned before… i dont think I'm actually gonna elaborate on that one, sorry. Let me have a few more secrets or surprises left. ( laughs) 

Was Rook interested in finding a life partner of some kind when they joined their faction? Why? Who were their best friends and how did they meet? Who were their rivals, who did they trust? 

A: Of course I want a live partner, but that's certainly not why I joined the crows. You die alone more often on the job than you find a spouse being an Assassin. Also I was only eleven, boys were disgusting at that age and growing up under Viagos keen eyes… It's a miracle I actually got to meet other beings other than snakes and other poisonous things.  My best friends would actually be Teia and Viago. I know that's lame but its like that. I'm also close with Jacobus now… I hope I'm something to him like Viago was to me. My rivals mmmh all the other fledglings I guess, i don't know. 

Did Rook have any scars or tattoos? What’s the story behind them?

A: I do have a few of either one. My most notable scars are the one on my nose and the one on my cheek up to my eyebrows. The nose one is actually quite embarrassing. I got it sneaking out of the De Riva mension when I was 16 to meet a merchant's son I found… rather interesting. Viago caught me and threw a book after me, hit me right in the face and had me falling off my Balcony…. Right on his Motto being killed by my own stupidity. 

On the cheek that one is fairly new got it fighting the Antaam 1 vs 20 to free their captives. That's how I meet Varric. 

I also have one on my right shoulder and one on my neck that when a fledgling from another house tried to kill me… Got damn near close to it, but let's just say I'm a Crow and he's not. 

For tattoos I have my Vallasin , my mother gave it to me when my Magic began showing,  and I also have a snake on my chest for the way Viago and the De Rivas saved my life. My house tattoo is on my right wrist.

Did Rook ever strongly identify with a particular nationality, city, race, creed, or religion? Is this something they explored on their own or a tradition that was passed down to them? Did this identity evolve as they grew into adulthood?

A: I am an elf, so of course I identify with them. They are my people and my heritage as I said I was born dalish but not raised like them, traditionally. But Antiva and over all Treviso is my home, it's my city, it's my country. I will protect it even if it means going against the rules or losing my life. 

Lightning Round - PREGAME VERSION

Favorite scent: snake babies… don't ask, just smell them. And maybe Thymian 

Favorite food: I love anything with Caramel, also anything with potatoes 

Favorite animal: mmmmh Wolves are pretty neat, maybe mabaris and cats too. Oh and of course Crowds

Favorite book or story: the dreadwolf and the Halla its a tale my mother used to tell 

Favorite drink: Cioccolata calda

Favorite item of clothing: capes 

Favorite keepsake: a little halla statue,  my first dagger 

Favorite place: the diamond 

Favorite person: Teia

Favorite little treat: Caramel drops and cake. 

During The Veilguard (HEAVY SPOILERS BENEATH THE CUT)

Act 1: Signs and Portents

What was Rook’s status with their own faction at the beginning of the game? Why were they recruited by Varric?

A: I was good on the side , I think, okay I pissed them off with the shit I pulled with the Antaam. Tho Teia said she and Vi were a bit proud about me, beating them 20 against 1. Varric recruited me because I freed him, but if you ask him it's because I went against my orders for a greater cause thinking only about the others, not me as I freed them. 

What did Rook think of Varric when they first met? Did Rook support Varric’s choice to confront Solas alone?

A: At first I found him strange, I did know about the Inquisition and heard tales of a dwarf with them but still strange. Funny thing is, I actually own a few of his books. But he grew on me and we made a contract so…

Did Rook take Neve or Harding with them when they went to interrupt the ritual themselves? Why?

A: I took Harding, as a Mage Neve would be more skilled fighting the demons of while we would be a tad more difficult to spot for solas 

How did Rook engage with stories of the elven gods at the beginning of the Veilguard? Were the familiar or strange? Was it disorienting to have them rewritten or did it make no real difference to them?

A: Oh I knew them as I said my mother used to tell me stories about them even my lullaby was about Ghilan'nain and her Halla. 

Having them rewritten as tyrants was…. something. Like a half identity crisis, they are not my whole life like for the Dawlish, but still they are my ancestors' gods.

What was Rook’s instinctive reaction to having Solas in their head and dreams? How did Rook respond when Solas asked them why they should be the one to lead the Veilguard?

A: It was concerning, him using blood magic to speak to me. I wondered if he could read every thought of mine if he could control me. And again he is the Dread Wolf, the god my mother said to love and fear at the same time. He's the trickster of trickster, the one who's neither an forgotten god or an evanuris. 

I answered him directly. There is no use to lying at him, maybe half truths are the way to go. Nobody else would do it, and Varric told me to look after them for him. I'm just a Rook who switched with the king. 

Did Rook think Neve was right about needing more investigation before acting or that Harding was right that there was no time to spare? What made them think that?

A: I was with Harding on this , yes we needed more information but the situation was… Not really time giving. 

What did Rook decide to do with Mayor Julius of D’Meta’s crossing? Why?

A: I saved him, ironically I'm not a murderer , I don't kill if it's not a contract or a necessary thing. He was wrong and the best way to punish him was living with what he had done.

How did Rook react to Harding’s new magic? Were they supportive or wary or a mix of both? 

A: I think magic is a gift and that I told her even though it did make me worried about how she got it. It was something to worry about after..

How did Rook feel among the ancient elven magic and ruins of Arlathan? Did they find Bellara’s work disturbing or fascinating or something else?

A: It was fascinating, very very fascinating. The ruins made me feel small and insignificant in comparison with the history of those places. It felt heavy and rich with tales that were never told and lost in time.

How did Rook feel about working with a bunch of assassins, the Antivan Crows? Were they familiar with the organization, a Crow themselves, or something else? How did they feel about Lucanis, specifically about Lucanis and Spite?

A: I'm a crow so I was excited. I had heard about the Demon of Varentium, but oddly I don't think I have ever met him before. At least I don't remember, maybe at some banquet or something. I find him and spite… fascinating a none mage that was possessed or better to say bonded with a demon without it taking over… fascinating.  And of course I respect him as the first Talons Grandson. He is… powerful to say the least. I do keep my eyes on him… to keep track of Spite of course

  How did Rook feel about the Shadow Dragons? Had they ever been to Minrathous before or just heard stories? How did Neve strike them at first?

A: It's a good organisation fighting for their city and it's good to have a widespread connection for information.  

Neve is competent and powerful. Also she is kind and fights for those who can't fight for themselves.  And her mind, wow it's sharp as a knife and gods that women are charming.

What did Rook think of the Wardens when they met them? The First Warden? Antoine and Evka? Davrin (and his tits)? And of course, the MVP, Assan?

A: I have adored Antione and Evka with my whole life. I have known them for like a day and if anything happens to them I will kill all of Thedas.  The first Warden? He can fuck himself in his metal protected knee. He has to come down from his high horse or he's gonna fall very very deep, in my Knife. 

Davrin is… A blessing of the eyes and mind. He's someone reliable and I think we are gonna be very good friends. 

Assan? That's my kid and I will fight Davrin for it… I love that damn winged cat so much, do you know he can Purr. 

Did Rook choose to help Minrathous or Treviso? Why?

A: Treviso,  it's my city, my home, my people. It was still a hard choice 

How did Rook feel after seeing what happened to the city they couldn’t save? Who did they talk to about it, if anyone, and how did they feel toward Neve and Lucanis in the aftermath?

A: saying I was devastated is the understatement of the Age. Iwas…. In pure shock especially as I saw the Viper blighted it…. It was such a huge decision and only one person made it? That's not fair,  I thought that maybe with the army and the Shadow dragons Minrathous had the biggest chance of keeping themselves safe, how could a single mage do anything more. 

Had Rook ever been to Rivain before? What were their impressions? Did they have any experience with Antaam or Qunari outside the Qun? What did they think of Taash and Shanthann?

A: I've been to Rivain before on a contract on a Pirate. Pretty fun one actually. Oh and I KNEW the Antaam before,  I had seen a few Qunari before, those who fell out of the Qun but aren't Antaam but not too many. For Taash and their mother…. I like Taash, they are a bit hot headed and that comes from me soo… Their mother is odd, too strict about Taash and the Qun about living like a Qunari when she was the one that brought them to Rivain.

What was Rook’s first impression of the Nevarran Necropolis? Were they interested, disturbed, or something else? What did they think of Emmrich and, most importantly, Manfred?

A: I LOVE THE NECROPOLIS.  It's so haunting and spooky while you can learn so many things there. Also Vorgoth is just I love him, them, i don't know. Also Emmrich is just so inspiring and I can learn so much from him. It's so good to have him join us. Manfred is also an enrichment, finally. Someone to play with our little Griffon. Also I don't really drink tea but the tea Manfred makes…. so good. Even though I do have to say it's a bit of a waste of my work , necromancy I mean what does it bring killing someone just so they can be resurrected at a mages will.

What did Rook think of the Inquisitor? Did they become personal friends or did they keep it professional? Who was the Inquisitor’s lover, if any, and did Rook have an opinion of that?

A: The Inquisitor is such A strong person and she is powerful and stunning. We write eachother often and I admire her even more for her strength to keep believing in Solas and the love they share.

At the Siege of Weisshaupt, how did Rook deal with the First Warden and why?

A: I punched that prick's face. Didn't think he would go down with one punch. I mean he's a warrior after all, but he went down like a sack of stones. There was no reasoning with him,  he would have killed way more of the Grey Wardens. 

Act 2: The Price of the Past

How did Rook react to the aftermath of Weisshaupt? Were they sad, angry, scared, all of the above, or something else? Did they blame themselves? Lucanis? The First Warden? Ghilan'nain? Who did they talk to about it, and did they show their true feelings to their companions?

A: I blamed myself, I was the one responsible for the team, I was the one with the most information on the gods…. It was not Lucanis' fault or anyones else's, it was mine. We should have taken her down at Weisshaupt and the guilt we didn't lie with me, the guilt is my burden to bear so no I didn't tell any of the companions…. It's my burden to bear.

Had Rook developed a romantic interest in one of their companions--or someone else!--by the time Weisshaupt fell? If so, were they eager to explore it or afraid to? Why?

A: Okay, I admit it.. I do have hots for Lucanis. Can you blame me? Have you seen this man cook or heard him talk? …. that's better than anything. Also he's just… wow how can he be so careful with us all, so soft around us, helping us, care for us while he's a feared assassin. And also while he's possessed by a literal demon. And no I did not act on it, he has enough things to handle himself and spite. I don't wanna add myself and my one sided feelings to it. Though I did catch myself that I do talk to him more often and that I look at him….. I believe Neve might have caught that. 

Who were Rook’s closest companions, and what did they like about them? Who irritated Rook, if anyone, and how?

A: Most of the time on the road with Lucanis and Bellara, or sometimes Emmerich. I'm closest to those three I would say. Nobody irritates me really, maybe Taash sometimes.. They really need to work on their patience but no one really gets on my nerves 

How did Rook respond to Davrin and Lucanis’s animosity finally boiling over? Were they sympathetic to one or the other or to both?

A: I understand both. Davrin lost so many friends at Weishaupt, the survivor's guilt is eating him alive faster than the blight could. Lucanis is spiraling because of guilt ,  he never missed a shot before he always meets his Target, failing to kill Ghilan'nain is a hard blow for them both,  they needed to let go of that steam.

When Elgar’nan took the Dalish prisoners to use as sacrifices, what was Rook’s first reaction? Were they resolved, raging, sad, or some combination? Did they talk to any of their companions about it?

A: Horror pure Horror,  the way he slaughtered those Halas, the casualty of the Venatori that attended it was gruesome and got my blood boiling. His whole Plan, the dalish everything was just, he may not be as visually shocking as Ghilan´nian but he is so mu=ch worse than her. I will rip his damn heart out of his chest while it is still beating. I talked with Bellara about it for hours after. 

What was Rook’s reaction to The Butcher’s proposition to them in Treviso? Did they respect it, think it was bonkers, or something else? Did they discuss it with any of their companions after the fact?

A: It was weird to say the least but I respect that, kind of.  Treviso is a  jewel and we have to protect it. 

Did Rook express concerns about Illario’s behavior to Lucanis? Did Rook encourage him to punish or to forgive Illario? Did Rook encourage Lucanis to work with Spite to save Catarina or to punish Illario? What were Rook’s impressions of Catarina both before and after her kidnapping? How did Rook feel about Lucanis becoming First Talon?

A: I have to admit,  Illario always made me suspicious,  but in the end I encouraged Luvanis to forgive him, the embarrassment was more than enough. But I will keep a close watch of him… If he tries to pull such a stunt again, I will end him myself. Even if it means Catarina will kill me. 

Of course I encouraged him and Spite to work together to save Catarina , everything else would end in innocent blood being spilled.

Catarina is scary, she wants furst talon for nothing. She's Deadly. I'm glad to never have met her at her Prime and I respect her so much. She raised Lucanis, maybe not fair or lovingly, but he came out right.

Lucanis becoming First Talon, was , wow he's now my boss's boss which is….. concerning feelings wise but also I respect him.  It makes me nervous to tell him what to do. ( laughs)

Did Rook support Bellara in her desire to save Cyrian or did they encourage her to be more forceful in stopping him immediately? Did they encourage her to keep the Nadas Dirthalen or to destroy it?

A: I helped her trying to talk to Cyrian and I cried with her as she held him in Her arms As he died. For the archive I told her to keep it, it holds a lot of knowledge about our people, and now we need something to cling to now after our gods and our beliefs were shattered.

Did Rook encourage the alliance with the Threads in Dock Town? Did they encourage Neve to bring Dock Town hope or to become a darker protector-figure?

A: the threads may be criminals but they certainly care for the city ,  for Neve she's a hope for Dock Town 

What was Rook’s reaction to the revelations about the Titans and the residual anger their downfall and exploitation at the hands of the Evanuris  left behind? Did it change how they felt about Harding’s new powers, and if so, how? Did they encourage Harding to embrace the Titan’s anger or to remember their compassionate side?

A: I felt …. guilt i felt Solas guilt, my ancestors killed hers, they eradicated every single one. I told her she was more than this Anger that her compassionate side was stronger. She may have the blood and memory of the Titans but she still is Harding

How did Rook encourage Davrin to train and interact with Assan? Did they suggest discipline or kindness or some mixture of both? What were Rook’s feelings on seeing the twisted recreation of Weisshaupt, The Profane City? How did the blighted First Warden react to seeing Rook again there? Did Rook decide the griffons should go to the Anderfels with the Wardens or stay in Arlathan as protectors of nature?

A: I will have nightmares about that twisted Weisshaupt. Maybe I should take Lucanis' approach and just not sleep. For the griffons I think it's time they lay down the weapon… they will flourish in Arlathan and Arlathan will flourish through them. For the First Warden, he didn't like me living, he dont like me as blighted.  Still he didn't deserve that ending. 

Davrin and Assan are a team now, kindness and discipline is a good mix for both of them , but let's be fair Assan is going to dance on Davrins nose. 

What did Rook think of Emmrich’s confession that he wanted to attain lichdom? Did their views on necromancy change as they got to know Emmrich and the Mourn Watch better? Did they encourage Emmrich to attain lichdom or to revive Manfred?

A: it's his choice but i would have been sad to see manfred go, which is weird to say as he's a Skeleton but still. Who would play rock, paper scissors with me. And I know that Emmerich would have shattered without his skeleton son, eternity can be lonely just look at Solas. 

How did Taash’s journey to finding themselves strike Rook? What did Rook think of Shathann once they got to know her better? Did that change after her death? Did Rook encourage Taash to embrace their Rivaini culture or to fall back on the strength of their mother’s teachings about the Qun?

A: Taash mother and me never really got along and that's okay, i don't need to be liked by everyone…. i don't even want that. But still i was sad to see her die that way, my heart broke for taash. still i told them to embrace who they are and where they grew up. find strength in happiness of your own.

(If Rook didn’t romance Harding or Taash:) Did Rook encourage Taash to get a gift to express interest in Harding? What was it and why? How did they feel about that relationship going forward?

A: Taash bought Harding something for her arrows and hey I love that they get along THAT well ( laughs ) at least some of us are getting some u know what ( laughs even louder)

(If Rook didn’t romance Emmrich:) Did Rook encourage Emmrich to take Strife to the caves or the forest on a date? How did they feel about that relationship going forward?

A: This really came out of nowhere to be honest but I like it, even though Strife can be a bit… mean sometimes ( laughs again) the comment about me being a city mage wasn't really necessary but still.  I love that for them they are like my uncles 

How did Rook deal with the friction between Taash and Emmrich? Did they encourage them to find common ground or to talk about other things? How did they feel about that relationship going forward?

A: told them to just find a common ground … this little fight was unnecessary, but it also was kind of predictable now they always ramble on about plants

Did Rook romance any of their companions after all? What was that like for them, and how did it happen? Did the other companions have an opinion?

A: Well, ahem ( visibly blushes) me and lucanis are getting along very very well, even spite seems to like me ( laughs) it was actually nice talking to him in Lucanis mind… Even though the circumstances could have been better. For the companions Neve was happy for us both especially seemingly for Lucanis. Harding was also happy but still worried about spite. I think Emmerich is already planning a wedding bouquet and he's getting ready to fight Viago to be the one to bring me to the altar. The others are happy too though Davrin seems the most worried. Oh and the Inquisitor is more than thrilled ( laughs)

Who did Rook feel closest to by the time they were making plans with the Inquisitor to stop the gods’ ritual at the eclipse?

A: I mean the answer is obviously Lucanis, but after him maybe Emmerich he was my calming point of this whole thing 

Did Rook choose Davrin or Harding to lead a second team at Tearstone Island? Why? How did they feel in the aftermath of Tearstone Island about that choice? How did they honor their fallen teammate later?

S: It was Harding and I was devastated. I lost my sister that day.That what she was for me Family not just a friend. I joined her to keep going, no matter the price , for Lace 

Did Rook choose Neve or Bellara to take down the wards at Tearstone Island? Why? Did they regret their choice? How did they come to terms with it after?

A: my bell my little Bellara she was the one to take down the wards she knew them enough , I thought she would be safe…. I beat myself up over it and i still feel the guilt

How did Rook deal with learning they’d been magically gaslit into thinking Varric was alive all this time??????

A: I wanted to kick his bold wolf ass…. THE PURE AUDACITY LIKE WHAT?!?!?! 

Did Rook find the Mysterious Circles?

A: yes i actually did 

Did Rook find all of Solas’s regrets after the Inquisitor gave them the first? What were their reactions to the revelations about:

A: I found them all…. One worse than the other

The Golden City/The Black City and The Chantry’s doctrine being false

It did not hit me as hard as it should have 

Mythal convincing Solas to take a mortal form

The pain Of him… I understood him better after this. A spirit if wisdom becomes a Pride demon after being Used against their purpose and getting twisted

Solas being willing to sacrifice his followers for his end goals

he….. I hated him for that but it was necessary and I know it was not an easy decision for him. “ they died as who they were” this hitted  harder after knowing who and what he once was

Ancient elves originating as spirits who took mortal form

I jokingly talked with Emmerich about what kind of spirit I would be. He said Determination , Courage or Compassion …. Lucanis said Spite liked the idear of me being a Spirit of Determination 

 ●The elves -- particularly Solas and Mythal -- killing and exploiting the Titans to win the war against them

Guilt i felt the guilt of Solas, like i already, said….. and rage 

The blight being the Titan’s lost, angry dreams

It scares Me how powerful those beings could have been if the blight are there angers and dreams

Solas regaining his power pre-Inquisition by killing Mythal’s current host

-i didn't know her , the other host, and to be true after all i have seen of her i don't really know if i feel sympathy for her, i meant mythal.

Bonus Round: Were Solas and Mythal doing it?

Oh definitely

Mythal's essence. How did they get it from her? Was it a fight or a matter of discussion? How did they feel, meeting her?

It was a discussion,  one that felt like talking to an explosive ready to go off any minute….. it was strange meeting her. Her fragment seemed bitter and like she lost herself.

Act 3: The Wrath of Ages

Were all Rook’s allied factions at maximum strength when they launched their attack on Elgar’nan? Which ones weren’t, and why? Did Rook favor any of them? Their own? Someone else’s?

A: They were all my allies and all were the strongest they could be…. And of course I would favor my people the crows

Who did Rook choose to support the Veil Jumpers in the final battle dealing with magical wards or protecting others?

Neve knows Those wards better than anyone so i chose her

Who did Rook choose to support the Crows and the Lords of Fortune in the final battle fighting mages or attacking by surprise?

A: Of course lucanis… Whonwohlf be better at killing mages than my own Demon of Verantium

Who did Rook choose to support the Wardens and the Mourn Watch in the final battle fighting massive enemies and constructs?

A: Taash knows best how to fight giant enemies

Who did Rook choose to take with them for the final battle against Elgar’nan and why?

A: Emmerich and Davrin, Emmrich is a skilled mage with years of knowledge also he keeps a cool mind no matter what. Davrin is a Warden he qs trained to fight Darkspawn And he's a skilled soldier who has fought many battles.

Did Rook plan to trick Solas with the fake dagger or did they think they better not risk it?

A :Tricking the god of Trickery is suicide but it was put only option if he would have not let him  be talked down

Did Morrigan give you Felassen’s Rune? How did Rook use it?

A Fellassen helped me finish it all for good

Did Rook have a lover to talk with before the final battle? How did they feel in that moment?

A: Lucanis and I talked… His words embedded themself in my brain they guided me up that tower and echoed inside me as i slayed a god

After defeating Elgar’nan, how did Rook deal with Solas and the veil? Was it different than they had planned? If so, why and how?

A: I Talked with him… He had to overcome his regrets…. Mithal was there and seeing tbe mighty Dread wolf breakdown …..  cried as i saw the Inquisitor leave with him together into the fade i hope to some day to hear from then again 

What did Rook do on the day after saving the world?

I returned to the lighthouse…. and slept a long Dreamless sleep…. I think it was Dreamless….

Lightning Round - AFTERMATH VERSION

Favorite scent:Fresh grounded Coffee and the forest

Favorite food: Paella 

Favorite animal: Griffons and Dragons 

Favorite book or story: Varric's last book he never released

Favorite drink: Coffee

Favorite item of clothing: my Crow attire 

Favorite keepsake: An antivan crow mask, varrrics shawing mirror

Favorite place:the lighthouses dining table and the wolf's lair

Favorite person: Lucanis 

Favorite little treat: Hazelnut Torte

Who is Rook?

We have no Keep to keep our memories this time my friends, so I made a thing. Use it as you will, take pieces, use parts, do the whole damn thing, whatever. Thanks to @mageofquandrix for the backup on this!

Leaving the spoilery part beneath the cut.

Who is Rook?

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Before The Veilguard

Where was Rook born? Who were their childhood family and friends? What did they spend their free time doing as a child? What did they want to be when they “grew up” if anything.

Where and how was Rook educated? What did they enjoy learning; what did they dislike learning? Who did they admire most? Who was an example of what not to do or be?

How did they experience gender as a young person? Did they grow up in an environment of strict gender roles and expectations or were they allowed to be themselves? 

What was their take on sexuality as a young person? Did they experiment with romance or find it entirely uninteresting?

What was their take on spirituality as a young person? Did they grow up around one particular religion and if so how did that affect their beliefs?

What childhood fear(s) did Rook carry with them into adulthood?

How did Rook become involved with their chosen faction? Who did they meet first, and how, and where, and why did they join up?

Was Rook interested in finding a life partner of some kind when they joined their faction? Why? Who were their best friends and how did they meet? Who were their rivals, who did they trust?

Did Rook have any scars or tattoos? What’s the story behind them?

Did Rook ever strongly identify with a particular nationality, city, race, creed, or religion? Is this something they explored on their own or a tradition that was passed down to them? Did this identity evolve as they grew into adulthood?

Lightning Round - PREGAME VERSION

Favorite scent:

Favorite food:

Favorite animal:

Favorite book or story:

Favorite drink:

Favorite item of clothing:

Favorite keepsake:

Favorite place:

Favorite person:

Favorite little treat:

During The Veilguard (HEAVY SPOILERS BENEATH THE CUT)

Act 1: Signs and Portents

What was Rook’s status with their own faction at the beginning of the game? Why were they recruited by Varric?

What did Rook think of Varric when they first met? Did Rook support Varric’s choice to confront Solas alone?

Did Rook take Neve or Harding with them when they went to interrupt the ritual themselves? Why?

How did Rook engage with stories of the elven gods at the beginning of the Veilguard? Were the familiar or strange? Was it disorienting to have them rewritten or did it make no real difference to them?

What was Rook’s instinctive reaction to having Solas in their head and dreams? How did Rook respond when Solas asked them why they should be the one to lead the Veilguard?

Did Rook think Neve was right about needing more investigation before acting or that Harding was right that there was no time to spare? What made them think that?

What did Rook decide to do with Mayor Julius of D’Meta’s crossing? Why?

How did Rook react to Harding’s new magic? Were they supportive or wary or a mix of both? 

How did Rook feel among the ancient elven magic and ruins of Arlathan? Did they find Bellara’s work disturbing or fascinating or something else?

How did Rook feel about working with a bunch of assassins, the Antivan Crows? Were they familiar with the organization, a Crow themselves, or something else? How did they feel about Lucanis, specifically about Lucanis and Spite?

How did Rook feel about the Shadow Dragons? Had they ever been to Minrathous before or just heard stories? How did Neve strike them at first?

What did Rook think of the Wardens when they met them? The First Warden? Antoine and Evka? Davrin (and his tits)? And of course, the MVP, Assan?

Did Rook choose to help Minrathous or Treviso? Why?

How did Rook feel after seeing what happened to the city they couldn’t save? Who did they talk to about it, if anyone, and how did they feel toward Neve and Lucanis in the aftermath?

Had Rook ever been to Rivain before? What were their impressions? Did they have any experience with Antaam or Qunari outside the Qun? What did they think of Taash and Shanthann?

What was Rook’s first impression of the Nevarran Necropolis? Were they interested, disturbed, or something else? What did they think of Emmrich and, most importantly, Manfred?

What did Rook think of the Inquisitor? Did they become personal friends or did they keep it professional? Who was the Inquisitor’s lover, if any, and did Rook have an opinion of that?

At the Siege of Weisshaupt, how did Rook deal with the First Warden and why?

Act 2: The Price of the Past

How did Rook react to the aftermath of Weisshaupt? Were they sad, angry, scared, all of the above, or something else? Did they blame themselves? Lucanis? The First Warden? Ghilan'nain? Who did they talk to about it, and did they show their true feelings to their companions?

Had Rook developed a romantic interest in one of their companions--or someone else!--by the time Weisshaupt fell? If so, were they eager to explore it or afraid to? Why?

Who were Rook’s closest companions, and what did they like about them? Who irritated Rook, if anyone, and how?

How did Rook respond to Davrin and Lucanis’s animosity finally boiling over? Were they sympathetic to one or the other or to both?

When Elgar’nan took the Dalish prisoners to use as sacrifices, what was Rook’s first reaction? Were they resolved, raging, sad, or some combination? Did they talk to any of their companions about it?

What was Rook’s reaction to The Butcher’s proposition to them in Treviso? Did they respect it, think it was bonkers, or something else? Did they discuss it with any of their companions after the fact?

Did Rook express concerns about Illario’s behavior to Lucanis? Did Rook encourage him to punish or to forgive Illario? Did Rook encourage Lucanis to work with Spite to save Catarina or to punish Illario? What were Rook’s impressions of Catarina both before and after her kidnapping? How did Rook feel about Lucanis becoming First Talon?

Did Rook support Bellara in her desire to save Cyrian or did they encourage her to be more forceful in stopping him immediately? Did they encourage her to keep the Nadas Dirthalen or to destroy it?

Did Rook encourage the alliance with the Threads in Dock Town? Did they encourage Neve to bring Dock Town hope or to become a darker protector-figure?

What was Rook’s reaction to the revelations about the Titans and the residual anger their downfall and exploitation at the hands of the Evanuris  left behind? Did it change how they felt about Harding’s new powers, and if so, how? Did they encourage Harding to embrace the Titan’s anger or to remember their compassionate side?

How did Rook encourage Davrin to train and interact with Assan? Did they suggest discipline or kindness or some mixture of both? What were Rook’s feelings on seeing the twisted recreation of Weisshaupt, The Profane City? How did the blighted First Warden react to seeing Rook again there? Did Rook decide the griffons should go to the Anderfels with the Wardens or stay in Arlathan as protectors of nature?

What did Rook think of Emmrich’s confession that he wanted to attain lichdom? Did their views on necromancy change as they got to know Emmrich and the Mourn Watch better? Did they encourage Emmrich to attain lichdom or to revive Manfred?

How did Taash’s journey to finding themselves strike Rook? What did Rook think of Shathann once they got to know her better? Did that change after her death? Did Rook encourage Taash to embrace their Rivaini culture or to fall back on the strength of their mother’s teachings about the Qun?

(If Rook didn’t romance Harding or Taash:) Did Rook encourage Taash to get a gift to express interest in Harding? What was it and why? How did they feel about that relationship going forward?

(If Rook didn’t romance Never or Lucanis:) How did Rook feel about Neve and Lucanis’s Romance? Did they encourage it?

(If Rook didn’t romance Emmrich:) Did Rook encourage Emmrich to take Strife to the caves or the forest on a date? How did they feel about that relationship going forward?

How did Rook deal with the friction between Taash and Emmrich? Did they encourage them to find common ground or to talk about other things? How did they feel about that relationship going forward?

Did Rook romance any of their companions after all? What was that like for them, and how did it happen? Did the other companions have an opinion?

Who did Rook feel closest to by the time they were making plans with the Inquisitor to stop the gods’ ritual at the eclipse?

Did Rook choose Davrin or Harding to lead a second team at Tearstone Island? Why? How did they feel in the aftermath of Tearstone Island about that choice? How did they honor their fallen teammate later?

Did Rook choose Neve or Bellara to take down the wards at Tearstone Island? Why? Did they regret their choice? How did they come to terms with it after?

How did Rook deal with learning they’d been magically gaslit into thinking Varric was alive all this time??????

Did Rook find the Mysterious Circles?

Did Rook find all of Solas’s regrets after the Inquisitor gave them the first? What were their reactions to the revelations about:

The Golden City/The Black City and The Chantry’s doctrine being false

Mythal convincing Solas to take a mortal form

Solas being willing to sacrifice his followers for his end goals

Ancient elves originating as spirits who took mortal form

The elves -- particularly Solas and Mythal -- killing and exploiting the Titans to win the war against them

The blight being the Titan’s lost, angry dreams

Solas regaining his power pre-Inquisition by killing Mythal’s current host

Bonus Round: Were Solas and Mythal doing it?

Mythal's essence. How did they get it from her? Was it a fight or a matter of discussion? How did they feel, meeting her?

Act 3: The Wrath of Ages

Were all Rook’s allied factions at maximum strength when they launched their attack on Elgar’nan? Which ones weren’t, and why? Did Rook favor any of them? Their own? Someone else’s?

Who did Rook choose to support the Veil Jumpers in the final battle dealing with magical wards or protecting others?

Who did Rook choose to support the Crows and the Lords of Fortune in the final battle fighting mages or attacking by surprise?

Who did Rook choose to support the Wardens and the Mourn Watch in the final battle fighting massive enemies and constructs?

Who did Rook choose to take with them for the final battle against Elgar’nan and why?

Did Rook plan to trick Solas with the fake dagger or did they think they better not risk it?

Did Morrigan give you Felassen’s Rune? How did Rook use it?

Did Rook have a lover to talk with before the final battle? How did they feel in that moment?

After defeating Elgar’nan, how did Rook deal with Solas and the veil? Was it different than they had planned? If so, why and how?

What did Rook do on the day after saving the world?

Lightning Round - AFTERMATH VERSION

Favorite scent:

Favorite food:

Favorite animal:

Favorite book or story:

Favorite drink:

Favorite item of clothing:

Favorite keepsake:

Favorite place:

Favorite person:

Favorite little treat:

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The Father's Heart

PAIRING:Pedro Pascal x reader

WORD COUNT: 2076| requests are open (send requests, I will gladly answer them all)

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The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the cozy kitchen. Y/n hummed softly as she flipped pancakes, the sizzle a comforting counterpoint to the gentle chatter of her family. Pedro sat at the kitchen island, scrolling through his phone, a thoughtful frown creasing his brow. Their youngest, Leo, a whirlwind of energy at eight years old, was attempting to build a tower out of cereal boxes, while their middle child, Mateo, fourteen and perpetually attached to his headphones, mumbled something about needing more syrup. Elena, their eldest, sixteen going on seventeen, was the last to arrive, a vision of effortless cool even in her pajamas.

"Morning, sleepyhead," Y/n greeted, placing a stack of pancakes in front of Elena.

"Morning, Mom," Elena mumbled, giving her mother a quick kiss on the cheek. She glanced at Pedro, a flicker of something unreadable in her eyes, before grabbing a fork and digging in.

Pedro watched her, his frown deepening. He’d been doing some thinking, some serious thinking, and he wasn't entirely sure he liked where his thoughts were leading him. He cleared his throat.

"Elena," he began, his voice carefully neutral.

Elena looked up, a question in her eyes.

"Your… friend, Ethan," Pedro continued, choosing his words carefully. "He's coming over later, right?"

Elena nodded, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Yeah, he said he'd be here around two."

"Two," Pedro repeated, the word hanging in the air. He glanced at Y/n, who gave him a subtle ‘don’t you dare’ look. He ignored it. He was a father. It was his job.

"So," Pedro continued, "what exactly are you two planning on doing?"

Elena’s flush deepened. "Just… hanging out," she mumbled, avoiding his gaze.

"Hanging out," Pedro repeated again, the words laced with suspicion. "Doing what, exactly?"

"Dad!" Elena exclaimed, her voice rising in exasperation. "We're just going to watch a movie or something. Maybe work on our history project."

"History project," Pedro echoed, unconvinced. He knew teenagers. He’d been one himself, a lifetime ago. "What's this project about?"

"The French Revolution," Elena replied quickly, a little too quickly, Pedro thought.

"The French Revolution," he repeated, nodding slowly. "Interesting. Tell me, Elena, what was the primary cause of the French Revolution?"

Elena blinked, caught off guard. "Uh… economic inequality?" she stammered.

"And the Reign of Terror?" Pedro pressed.

Elena’s eyes darted around the room. "Robespierre… guillotine… lots of people died?"

Pedro sighed. "Elena, I’m not trying to grill you on your history project. I just… I want to know what you’re doing. I want to know who you’re spending your time with."

"Dad, I know you don't like Ethan," Elena said, her voice low.

"I didn't say that," Pedro countered, though it wasn't entirely true. He didn't dislike Ethan, exactly. He just… he was sixteen. Sixteen and full of… hormones. And Elena was his little girl. Always would be.

"You don't have to say it," Elena retorted. "I can tell. You’re always giving him the ‘look’."

Pedro knew exactly what ‘look’ she was talking about. The ‘I will disembowel you if you even think about breaking my daughter’s heart’ look. It was a work in progress, he’d admit.

"Elena," Y/n interjected gently, "your father just cares about you. He wants to make sure you’re safe and happy."

"I know, Mom," Elena said, her voice softening. "But I'm not a little kid anymore. I can make my own decisions."

"About some things, yes," Pedro said, "But some things… some things your mother and I still get a say in."

"Like what?" Elena challenged.

"Like… like who you spend time with," Pedro said. "Like… making sure you’re not getting into any trouble."

"Dad, I'm not going to get into trouble," Elena said, rolling her eyes.

"I know, honey," Pedro said, reaching across the island to take her hand. "I trust you. I do. But… Ethan… he’s a nice boy, I’m sure. But he’s still… young."

"So am I!" Elena exclaimed.

"That’s my point," Pedro said. "You're both still figuring things out. And I just… I don't want you to get hurt."

"Dad, everyone gets hurt sometimes," Elena said. "That's just part of life."

"I know," Pedro said softly. "But I don’t want you to get hurt unnecessarily. I don’t want you to make any mistakes you’ll regret later."

"I won't," Elena promised, though Pedro could see the flicker of doubt in her eyes.

"Okay," Pedro said, finally relenting. "Okay. Ethan can come over. But," he added, pointing a finger at her, "the French Revolution better be discussed. And," he added, glancing at Mateo, who had finally removed his headphones and was listening intently, "no funny business."

Mateo snorted. "Dad, please."

"I’m serious," Pedro said, his gaze sweeping over all three of his children. "I love you all. More than anything in the world. And I’ll do anything to protect you. Even if it means being the overprotective dad."

Elena smiled, a genuine smile that reached her eyes. "I know, Dad," she said. "We love you too."

The tension in the room dissipated, replaced by a warm, comfortable silence. Y/n smiled at her family, a feeling of contentment washing over her. They weren't perfect, not by a long shot. But they were hers. And she wouldn't trade them for anything.

Later that afternoon, Ethan arrived, a shy, lanky boy with a mop of brown hair and a nervous smile. Pedro greeted him at the door, his ‘look’ firmly in place. Ethan swallowed nervously, but managed a polite "Hello, Mr. Pascal."

"Ethan," Pedro replied, offering a curt nod. "Come in."

He led Ethan into the living room, where Elena was waiting. "Hey," she said, giving Ethan a quick hug.

"Hey," Ethan replied, his cheeks turning a delicate shade of pink.

Pedro watched them, his eyes narrowed slightly. He cleared his throat. "So," he said, "the French Revolution, huh? Big topic."

Ethan blinked. "Uh, yeah. We have a presentation to do."

"A presentation," Pedro repeated. "Interesting. What aspect of the French Revolution are you focusing on?"

Ethan looked at Elena, who gave him an encouraging smile. "We’re looking at the role of women in the revolution," he said.

"The role of women," Pedro repeated. "Fascinating. Did you know that Marie Antoinette…"

And so began a lengthy discussion about the French Revolution, with Pedro occasionally interjecting with historical facts and anecdotes. Ethan, to his credit, held his own, demonstrating a surprising knowledge of the subject. Elena, meanwhile, seemed amused by the whole exchange, occasionally rolling her eyes at her father’s over-the-top protectiveness.

As the afternoon wore on, Pedro’s ‘look’ softened. He could see that Ethan was a respectful young man, and that he genuinely cared about Elena. He still had his reservations, of course. But he was starting to realize that he couldn't protect Elena from everything. All he could do was offer her guidance, support, and unconditional love.

Eventually, it was time for Ethan to leave. "Thank you for having me, Mr. Pascal," he said politely.

"You’re welcome, Ethan," Pedro replied, offering a genuine smile. "Just… take care of her."

Ethan nodded. "I will, sir."

He turned to Elena, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. "I’ll see you tomorrow," he said.

"See ya," Elena replied, a soft smile playing on her lips.

After Ethan left, Pedro turned to Elena. "He seems like a nice young man," he said.

Elena nodded. "He is," she said.

"Just… be careful," Pedro said.

"I will, Dad," Elena promised. "I know you’re just trying to protect me."

Pedro smiled. "That’s my job," he said.

He pulled Elena into a hug, holding her close. She was growing up so fast. It seemed like just yesterday she was a little girl, playing with dolls and dreaming of being a princess. Now, she was a young woman, navigating the complexities of life and love. And he, her father, would be there for her every step of the way.

Later that evening, after the kids were in bed, Pedro and Y/n found themselves alone in the kitchen, the quiet hum of the refrigerator the only sound. Y/n was washing dishes, while Pedro leaned against the counter, a thoughtful expression on his face.

"So," Y/n said, breaking the silence, "what did you think of Ethan?"

Pedro sighed. "He seems… polite. Respectful. Nice enough."

"But?" Y/n prompted, knowing there was a ‘but’ coming.

Pedro hesitated. "But he's still sixteen. And Elena… she's my little girl. It feels like just yesterday I was teaching her how to ride her bike, and now… now she's dating."

Y/n chuckled. "I know what you mean. It's hard to believe how quickly they grow up. It feels like just yesterday we were bringing her home from the hospital."

Pedro nodded, a wistful look in his eyes. "She was so tiny. So fragile. And now… she's this beautiful, intelligent young woman. And I just… I don't want anything to hurt her."

"I know, honey," Y/n said softly, drying her hands and turning to face him. "But you can't protect her from everything. She has to learn to navigate these things on her own. We can guide her, support her, but we can't shield her from the world."

"I know," Pedro said, running a hand through his hair. "It's just… it's hard. Seeing her with him… it makes me realize how much time has passed. How quickly she's growing up."

"I feel it too," Y/n admitted. "But that's a good thing, isn't it? It means we've done our job. We've raised her to be a strong, independent young woman."

"I hope so," Pedro said. "I just… I don't want her to make any mistakes she'll regret."

"She will make mistakes, Pedro," Y/n said gently. "Everyone does. The important thing is that she learns from them. And that she knows we'll be there for her, no matter what."

Pedro nodded, his gaze softening. "You’re right. You always are."

He reached out and took her hand, his fingers intertwining with hers. "Thank you," he said. "For everything. For being such an amazing mother to our children. For… for putting up with me."

Y/n smiled. "You’re not so bad," she teased. "Most of the time."

Pedro chuckled. "I love you," he said, pulling her close.

"I love you too," Y/n replied, resting her head on his chest.

They stood there for a moment, wrapped in each other's arms, the silence once again filled with a comfortable warmth. They knew that the road ahead wouldn't always be easy. There would be challenges, and heartbreaks, and maybe even a few French Revolution debates. But they would face them together, as a family. And that's all that mattered.

A few weeks later, Pedro found himself having another conversation with Elena, this time about her future. She had been accepted to a summer program for aspiring writers, a program that would take her out of state for six weeks. Pedro was… hesitant.

"Six weeks?" he repeated, his brow furrowed. "That's a long time."

"I know, Dad," Elena said, "But it's an amazing opportunity. It could really help me with my writing."

"I know, honey," Pedro said. "It's just… I'll miss you."

Elena smiled. "I'll miss you too, Dad. But it's only six weeks. And I'll call you every day."

"I know, I know," Pedro said. "It's just… you're growing up so fast. It feels like just yesterday you were asking me to read you bedtime stories."

Elena laughed. "I still like you to read me stories sometimes," she admitted.

Pedro smiled. "I know you do," he said. "And I always will. No matter how old you get."

He looked at her, his eyes filled with love and pride. She was so talented, so passionate. He knew he couldn't hold her back.

"Okay," he said finally. "You can go. But," he added, pointing a finger at her, "you better call me every day. And," he added, his gaze softening, "be careful. Okay?"

"I will, Dad," Elena promised. "I love you."

"I love you too, sweetheart," Pedro said, pulling her into a hug.

He knew that letting her go was the right thing to do. It was part of growing up, part of becoming her own person. And as much as it pained him to see her go, he knew that he had to let her fly. All he could do was be there for her, waiting for her return, ready to catch her if she fell. Because that's what fathers do. They protect. They guide. And they love. Unconditionally. Always.

[boybandbaby]

Team Work (Evan Buckley x SingleMom!Reader)

word count: 1444

warnings/tags: Buck with a child 🥹, as always please lmk if I missed anything

note: I tried to do some light research about Girl Scouts I’m sorry for any inaccuracies I never got to be a GS

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Your daughter Evie had just gotten back from her Girl Scout meeting, the one where she gets all her materials to start selling cookies.

Last year, she hadn’t sold too many cookies as it was only her first year. This year, the prize for selling the most cookies was a ticket to Universal Studios.

You had never taken her before despite living in LA. As you and Buck ate dinner, you watched on as she excitedly ignored her food to discuss her plans to sell as many cookies as she can.

“And- and if I win I can go to Universal Studios and see Gru and the minions!” She screeched.

“How about you eat dinner first and then we can talk about when to start selling?” You suggest.

“Okay but I want Buck to help me.” She huffs. You roll your eyes while Buck grins at you.

She wanted Buck’s help and boy did he show up and show out.

“How many boxes for you Chim?” Buck holds a clip board with an order sheet.

“Oh no, clipboard Buck is back.” Hen nudges Eddie.

Buck ignores the comment, writing down 3 boxes of thin mints and 3 caramel delites. 6 boxes on top of what he already forced Maddie to buy.

“And for the Diazes?” Buck turns to Eddie.

“Give me a box of thin mints and a box of s’mores.” Eddie states.

“Okay, so what I heard was 5 boxes of thin mints and 5 boxes of s’mores.” Buck writes down. He looks up to see Eddie looking at him confused. “Give some to your Tia and Abuela.” He shrugs.

“Hen! Hen..” He smiles, opening his arms for a hug. “How many for the Wilson’s? You’ve got a family of 4, I’m thinking 3 boxes each?”

“Are you nuts?” She looks at him then to Chim and Hen.

“No, I’m determined. I’ve gotta help Evie sell these, she’s asked me to be her business partner and I’m taking it very seriously.”

Hen sighs, “fine, give me 2 lemonades, 2 thin mints, 2 trefoils, and 1- don’t look at me like that. 1 tagalong.”

Buck shakes his head before writing her order down. “Thank you for doing business.” He smiles before heading up to the loft to harass some of the other firefighters.

“He should try asking all his exes and ex hookups, he’d sell out in no time.” Hen says to Chimney.

“I heard that!” Buck shouts back, voice drifting away.

The next shift, Ravi is his next victim. Buck gets him in the locker room but is surprised when Ravi buys 3 boxes of every kind.

“I admire Girl Scouts and what they are doing to shape the youth of America. I’ll gladly support Evie.” Ravi smiles and earns a high five from Buck.

“I knew you were my favorite for a reason.”

“I thought I was your favorite?” Chim scoffs, offended.

“Yeah, after me.” Eddie grins.

“My favorite is whoever buys the most boxes.” Buck winks and exits the locker room.

The next day when he has a day off and Evie doesn’t have school, he spends the day with her in front of a grocery store. He’s her personal assistant, bagging the boxes and handing them to the customers as she practices how to count money and make change.

You park in front of the store with two bags of lunch for Buck and Evie, and to give Buck a bit of a break. You can’t help but laugh as Buck has purchased a matching brown vest and beret to look just like a scout himself.

“Hi babe,” you kiss Evie’s cheek and then Buck’s. “Working hard?”

“Always, we’ve already sold 92 boxes today. We’re almost running out. Did you bring the two boxes I left by the door?”

“Yes, they’re in my trunk. Sit, eat, take a break.” You urge. “I’ll get them.”

“No, that’s okay. I’ll grab ‘em.” He smiles and puts his hand out for keys. You hand him your keys and watch as he practically skips to grab the last two boxes.

“Mommy, Buck is helping me sell so many cookies!” She squeals. “He’s so cool.”

You laugh and watch Buck balance the box on top of the other. “Oh, Bobby wants you to stop by his after you’re done here. Says Athena and Harry wants some more of the toffee ones.”

“I’ll save them a few boxes then.” He sets the boxes down behind the table.

“You look really cute in your getup.” You snicker.

“Yeah? You like?” He grins.

“Mommy, don’t be gross.” Evie remarks causing Buck to laugh.

“I’m not being gross, he looks so handsome.” You throw your hands up.

She gags as a few more customers come up to the table.

Later that night, you drive the two of them to Bobby and Athena’s. You’d already sent the team a picture of Buck in his vest and beret and Bobby said he wouldn’t buy any more cookies unless he came wearing them. You stand behind as Buck and Evie knock on the door. Bobby and Athena open up with their cameras out.

“Well, look at you!” Athena teases.

“Hey, I’ll do what I have to, to help my girl get the big prize.” Buck nudges Evie’s side causing her to stumble over.

Your heart swells when he says that. Buck has never made a big deal out of you having a daughter. He welcomed her with open arms when you’d told him on your third date that you had a daughter.

Buck brings her out of her shell and makes her life better. She’s told you so countless times. Even though he’s not her father, he’s stepped up to take on some of the role.

Watching Buck with your little girl makes you love him even more.

As the cookie season comes to a close and it’s announced that your daughter has won second place, Buck has to comfort her and apologize for not selling more.

You and Buck had already had a discussion that you didn’t want to get her hopes up in case this exact situation happened. You both wrestled with the idea that if she doesn’t win, you’d take her to Universal Studios anyways for her hard work but would let her know sometimes these things happen and you can’t get discouraged.

“Listen, we did the best we could. That’s all that counts okay?” Buck kneels down to hug her, rubbing her back. “We were the best team and I loved hanging out with you.”

She nods and steps back, wiping her cheeks. “I had fun with you.”

“Yeah? Do you wanna do something else fun with me and mom?”

“Like what?” She sniffles.

“Well, because you worked so hard and we’re so proud of you, we’ll still take you to Universal Studios.” You caress her cheek.

“Really?” She giggles, jumping up and down. She then starts crying again.

You kneel down to hug her and she cries into your shoulder. “Don’t cry, babe. We’re gonna have so much fun! Buck can be your ride buddy.”

“Yeah, I’ll ride all the rides as long as you hold my hand when I get scared.”

“You’re too old to get scared!” Evie laughs and pokes Buck’s cheek.

“I’m not old!” Buck gasps, tickling her tummy. “Say it!”

“No!” She tries to get away from him. “Mommy, help me!”

“No, Buck’s your best friend now you gotta deal with him.” You poke her belly and stand up. “Did you give him his gift for helping you?”

“Oh!” She runs to her bag. Buck stands up.

“You got me something?” She nods before holding her hand out. Buck takes the brown and gold pin from her.

“It’s the Brownie Entrepreneur family pin! Because you helped me!”

“But it’s yours.” Buck says softly, you can hear it in his voice that he’s getting emotional.

“I have so many, this one’s for you.” She shrugs, wrapping her arms around his legs. “You can put it on your vest.”

“Will you help me?”

“Yes!” She cheers before running to grab his vest from the back of the couch.

Buck slips the vest on and take the safety back off the pin, “here, put it on for me.”

He kneels down as she carefully puts the pin on his vest. “Now you look like me!”

“So if I look like you, that means you’re old too!” He jokes.

You shake your head and make your way to the kitchen to start on some lunch. You can hear Buck blowing raspberries into her cheek and her loud screams of joy as she calls him an “old man.”

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[qinnyanimation]

Who confessed first? Ody or Dio?

The thing is I have 2 separate stories on Odydio. One is for the happy go lucky everyone is happy and lean more on Headcanon (OdyDioPen AU ofc). The other, is what I actually think would most likely actually happened in my hc of Diomedes and Odysseus relationship.

The happy one, Dio definitely confessed. King of Ithaca will spend hours explaining his complicated relationship with Dio without actually confirming nor denies it. Diomedes becomes part of the Ithaca family and happily married Ody and Penelope. 💙

As for the other, none confessed. While Odysseus does love and appreciate time they had, Dio was a comfort for him, someone that he managed to depend on emotionally at war and the only thing closest to ‘home’ for Odysseus. Diomedes is deeply in love with Odysseus because he is someone who truly sees him as himself, not his father. Someone who finds humanity within him. Odysseus is aware of that affection, but both dare not to speak about it, Diomedes knows Odysseus ‘home’ is at Ithaca and not himself. They parted at Troy and had their goodbye. Odysseus expected Dio to finally confess his feeling but Dio chose not to do so. He doesn’t want Ody to feel guilty about his own feelings. He wouldn’t want to be selfish so he’ll keep that feeling to himself forever. His only desire is for Ody to happily return home.

Oh lord I need to consume OdyDioPen content immediately after typing this, god😞

[kayleafeon]

I think each of the buildings should have a community center-esque space where people can freely spend time with their neighbours, but with no requirement to be part of clubs or doing anything in particular. If people want to host events centered around specific activities like craft groups or book clubs, a chunk of the single family homes should be able to be booked for the period of time for a small fee (like $5), or for free if they're planning on hosting the event weekly/monthly/on a consistent schedule. The houses can also be turned into mixed use spaces where the majority of the house is designed for a certain leisure activity, and the person who is willing to teach or assist with the activity lives in the rest of the house. You can almost think of it as a granny suite—this idea comes from my dance classes as a kid, where the majority of the house was the dance studio, a lounge/waiting area, and the changerooms while the dance instructor lived in a small apartment on the top floor of the house.

There should also be Makerspaces! Basically they're workspaces with shared tools ranging from screwdrivers to printers where people can go to create things. They also usually have a lot of scrap materials that people can use with the only limit being their imagination (think the leftover cookie dough after using a cookie cutter being balled up and rolled out again to be used for more cookies as opposed to just being trashed). This would also let people donate unused materials from their own projects back to the space so that they wouldn't go to waste.

Finally, I think the option to live in the single family homes should be available to anyone who's willing to pay the extra money, but the houses shouldn't be able to be rented by a single individual even if they offer to pay the equivalent rent for 4 people. So the tradeoff for living in the single family homes would be an increase in rent and having to live with other people, but each person should still get their own bedroom. Children would be exempted from having to pay the per person rent, but would still be given their own room and count as a person living at the home for the "required to share the home with other people" rule. That would let families stay together while not putting an undue extra burden on the parents.

Just for the record, I haven't read much theory on this topic either, just going from my own experience and the vague idea of Strong Towns. I haven't read that either, but I have just finished Confessions of a Recovering Engineer and though it mostly focuses on road and street infrastructure, I'm trying to extrapolate from those ideas and apply them to housing. I highly recommend Confessions of a Recovering Engineer to anyone who's interested in this, and would also more than likely be recommending Strong Towns if I had actually read it yet.

Constructive criticism also highly welcome for these additions!

Okay you wanted to hear my socialist housing policy proposal. We'll let's get into it, first, we will build tens of thousands of government sponsored social housing units with incredibly cheap rents, basic just enough to keep the building in a state of good repair, in each of these buildings, you would own the unit you live in and can do what you want with it and if you can't pay the cheap rent for whatever reason, you are not evicted but rather given more access to social programs as it shows that you are struggling. Also all of the buildings would have a cafe, small grocer and a childcare center, alongside 4 retail locations with no set purpose in the building on the first floor so as to make the quality of life better. These would be built on top of old suburbs and be given a tram line directly to the city center. Also they would be commie blocks because those are actually really good in terms of density and they look cool.

In the city centers, similar but smaller dwellings would be built with slightly higher rents, maybe like 30 bucks more, as infill on parking lots and empty lots, these would have first floor retail and 15 units above them. Single family homes would be preserved in historic districts but they would be leased to the inhabitants rather than owned outright as to prevent the commodification of housing through the buying and selling of land by private individuals

I haven't really read much theory though so feel free to critique my ideas

[thedialoguedilemma]

IF YOU’RE FEELING OVERWHELMED ABOUT TRUMP AND HIS CHAOS AND WANT TO KNOW WHY PLEASE READ THIS…

I know there is a lot of news stories and shocking headlines all coming out like candy but this is all by design.

Trump wants to push out as much chaos as possible in order for you to feel overwhelmed and defeated. It’s okay to self care, take a deep breath, lean on your friends, family and community if you can.

All of this chaos is connected. Just know that the reason Trump is illegally firing all of these federal workers, the reason why Elon Musk is illegally taking control of payment distribution systems and halting payments to critical organizations, the reason why Trump is desperately pushing his tariffs and using immigration and drugs as an excuse, the reason why Trump initiated a hiring freeze and a federal aid freeze, the reason why Trump purged the Federal Aviation Administration resulting in two crashes… is all in preparation for a MASSIVE $5 trillion dollar tax cut bill that Republicans are planning to introduce in March that will see the biggest transfer of wealth from the poor to the very wealthy elite in United States history.

They need to pay for that tax cut or there will be a deficit and the economy will crash so they are targeting essential programs like Medicaid, Medicare, Pell Grants, Headstart, direct file etc and leeching money from those programs in order to pay for those massive tax cuts.

Trump and Elon are using DEI as a smokescreen distraction for the real war which is the CLASS WAR

Yes, we’re still seeing large swaths of racism but to Trump and Musk it’s about the wealthy vs the poor and how they can suck up as much money from the poor and middle class as possible.

Please don’t give up. If you’re feeling overwhelmed self care, breathe, do hobbies you enjoy, spend time with friends and family, take a break from the noise if you need to… but PLEASE DO NOT DISCONNECT AND GIVE UP. We’re in this together and I’ll do my best to keep informing you all.

- The Dialogue Dilemma Team

[yuyusbabygirl]

hii, could i put a request in for sub!mingi being edged by reader's ass ? like it starts out by just grinding his cock between reader's cheeks and then it becomes fucking reader's ass and reader stops/slows whenever mingi gets close

thank youu in advance

Slow Down (18+)

pairing: sub!Mingi x fem!reader

genre: smut

word count: 1.9k

content warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI 18+, sub!mingi, mommy!reader, dry humping, anal, orgasm denial (male), praise kink, generally sweet, Mingi loves reader's ass, spit

author's note: thank you so much for requesting this. this is my first time writing male sub so I hope you like it. Not proofread.

The movie playing in the background was long forgotten as you sat on Mingi’s lap. His hands were running up and down your thighs as you two talked about your day. Your fingers were playing with the hairs on the back of his neck while you told him a story about your coworker.

“I mean, she could have at least thanked me. I didn't have to do the reports for her but she was whining about not being able to because of her children. But does she say thank you? No. And now I fear she'll see it as a given that I'll do her work for her if she plays the family card. Anyway, how was your shift? Is that one guy still sick?” you asked him.

Mingi tried to focus on your question but you talked very animatedly, especially when you were venting, and the wiggle of your ass on his crotch was making him a bit dazed. He looks up into your eyes as he remembers your question.

“No, he's back again but I think he'll quit soon. In the break I saw him on his phone looking for jobs. Can't blame him, the new manager is a bit of a pain,” his voice was a bit hoarse as he told you about his work day. His fingers tightened on your thighs as he felt you rest more of your weight on him. 

You noticed him getting distracted and judging by the building hardness pressing into your ass, you could tell catching up was done. His breathing caught a bit as you shifted your hips forward. 

“Why is your manager a pain?” you asked him, wanting him to keep talking while you moved on his lap.

“Uh… he w-wants everyone to hand in a time sheet every week, detailing o-our work load…” he stuttered a bit as you started grinding down on him, not enough to give him any actual friction. He knew better than to grip your hips and move you himself. Especially if he wanted to cum today.

“That doesn't sound very fair,” you murmured. You stood up and removed your shorts before sitting back down on his lap. You relished in the gasp he let out, how his hands flexed as he resumed his grip on your thighs. You ran a hand over his shoulder as praise for holding back. “What else does he do?” you ask him, keeping your voice light.

Mingi swallowed and moistened his lips. 

“H-he doesn't really care about the employees, he j-just sees the numbers and it's affecting the mood in the office. He a-also yelled at Janice two days ago about her desk,” he managed to stutter out as you moved your ass over his now completely hard cock. He wanted to beg you to give him more but he knew that would only result in the opposite.

“What was wrong with Janice's desk?” you questioned, the movements of your hips still slow while your hands ran over his shoulders and arms.

“She- fuck,” he whimpered as you suddenly reached between you and took his hard cock out of his sweatpants. You positioned him between your ass cheeks.

“Keep talking,” your voice sweet but the underlying command was clear. Talk or you stop.

Mingi took a deep breath but couldn't stop the slight twitch of his hips as he felt his cock between your ass. Your ass was probably his favourite body part of you. He could spend hours grabbing it, playing with it and seeing it jiggle. His favourite way to eat you out was from the back.

“Janice likes to collect little– shit– little knick knacks and she arranges them on her desk. No one minds, she's g-good at her job. And she's very sweet but the new manager sees it as a distraction, says she shouldn't waste office space on worthless crap. No one liked– ah– how he talked to her. She is very motherly, especially to the newer employees so I guess everyone took it personally. Fuck. Uh, but I don't think he'll make it long,” he managed to get through his story fairly well so you rewarded him by speeding up your grinding. 

You could feel his precum leaking from the tip of his cock and it mixed with your own arousal. You loved it when he was so good for you. Your big boyfriend being putty underneath you. 

“Why not?” you asked.

He let his head tip back for a second and whimpered. His cock was hard and aching. At this moment he didn't give a shit about work, he just wanted you to fuck him.

“Because our office is not getting any more efficient. If anything it's taken a bit of a hit. I think it won't be long before someone higher up will realise the– oh fuck– reason behind it. Just what happens when you take the– shit, please,” he couldn't finish his sentence because you suddenly spit on your hand and rubbed it over his cock.

“Finish your sentence.”

He whined but did as you commanded.

“It's just what happens when you take the personal aspect out of a workplace,” he gasped out.

“Good boy. Spit,” you held out your hand in front of his mouth. A wad of spit landed on your hand and you used it to rub your asshole, dipping your finger inside to prepare yourself for his cock. His gaze dropped between you and he bit his lip as he watched you finger your ass. 

“Tell me what you want, pretty boy,” you whispered in his ear.

“Please, can you fuck me? I want your ass, please. I'll be good,” he begged you. Finally he had permission to beg and he always begged you so sweetly.

“Anything for my pretty boy,” you praised him and grabbed his cock. You rubbed him against your pussy to lube him up a bit more. You looked into his eyes as you slowly positioned him at your asshole.

“Keep looking at me, baby,” you murmured, your other hand caressing his cheek. You smiled as he nodded obediently. You rewarded him by sinking down on him, inch by inch until your ass touched his thighs. The whimper he let out made your pussy leak onto him. You gripped his hair and pulled his head back. You licked a stripe up his throat until you reached his ear.

“You're so good for me, aren't you?” you whispered in his ear. His hand gripped your ass as his he nodded his head vigorously.

“Yes,” he whined. You gave a warning tug on his hair. 

“Yes, mommy,” he moaned out. 

“Good boy,” you bit his earlobe and straightened back up. You raised your hips up before dropping back down.

“Do you want mommy to fuck you, pretty boy?” you taunted him, your hips moving in circles.

“Please, mommy. Please fuck me,” his voice broke as he begged you.

“Shh, baby. Mommy's got you,” you caressed his cheek, swiping your thumb over his lip. You started to move up and down on his length, his big round eyes looking up at you with such a pathetic expression you couldn't help but clench around him. 

His hands desperately held onto your ass as he felt your tight ass around his hard cock. It had been a while since you let him into your ass and he savoured every minute. 

“How does it feel, baby?” you ran your hand over his chest as you sped up your hips.

“Feels so so good. I love it. Please don't stop,” he whimpered, his eyes glazed over. 

“I know. You're so hard, baby. Is this all because of me?” you teased him. Your hips started gyrating, making his hands tighten around your ass.

“Yes, yes, it's because of you. Always you. You feel so good, fuck, please.”

You started bouncing on him, his hard cock in your ass making you a bit unfocused yourself. You felt the tell-tale twitches of his hips bucking up into you and his breathing got heavier. You started to speed up only to stop right when he was about to cum. He whined and looked up at you. His impending climax started to recede.

“Aww, were you close, pretty boy?” you chuckled at how his lip quivered. He nodded desperately. You waited until his breathing had evened out before you started moving your hips again. You moved up and down, slowly building momentum. Your head tilted back and Mingi used the opportunity to kiss your throat. Your hand went to his hair, holding him to you. 

“Don't cum until I say so,” you demanded. He whined against your neck.

“Yes, mommy,” he choked out. His tongue continued to lap at your neck. You stopped all movement. He shuddered and held onto you. His head dropped to your shoulder. He was so desperate to cum, he wanted to beg and plead. 

“You're being so good, baby,” you praised him and he smiled against your shoulder. You took another moment to stroke his hair and started to move up and down again. You could feel him shaking beneath you, pulling you tighter against him. You moved your face to his neck and started sucking on his earlobe. His ear was sensitive and you knew that. You used it to your advantage quite frequently. His hips bucked up and you dug your nails into his shoulder to remind him who's in charge. You pulled your head back to look at him, his face flushed and his eyes glassy. You couldn't hold back your smirk as you looked at your boyfriend reduced to a whiny mess just by being in your ass. 

“Make mommy cum, baby,” you commanded him and he obediently slipped his hand between you. His fingers immediately found your clit, expertly flicking against it. You moaned out his name and he felt his chest swell up with pride. He loved making you feel good. 

“That's it, baby. Just a bit more,” you moaned out, your eyes never leaving his. The movement of your hips got slower but more intense. You were seconds away from cumming and you knew your release would trigger his. He was weak for you like that. 

“Make mommy cum and then you can cum, pretty boy,” you moaned. Your hips stuttered but he moved his fingers over your clit to make up for it. He wanted to see you cum. Not just because his own orgasm depended on it but because making his mommy cum was his favourite way to show you he loved you. With a few more movements of your hips and a particularly hard stroke of your clit, you came. Your asshole clenched around him, your pussy dripping onto his lap. As soon as he heard your finishing moan he spilled into your ass. His hips bucked up and his hand clutched at your ass. He twitched a few times and dropped his head to your shoulder. You both tried to catch your breath as you stroked his hair.

“That's my good boy. You did so good,” you praised him, your own voice still breathless. He pulled back from your shoulder and pressed a sweet kiss to your lips. You both giggled as you looked at each other. 

“Your new manager sounds like an ass,” you joked and he let out a breathless laugh. He held you to his chest and breathed in your scent. 

This was definitely his favourite way to talk about his day.

[malevoreenthusiast]

Neighborly Infatuation

Trying something new here with writing from the prey's perspective. Let me know if you like it! I'm always happy to fulfill requests or asks! Enjoy!

Ever since my family had moved in to our new house on Canter Drive, I had the hots for my neighbor—Mr. Tim Saur. He was a single man, who, from what I could tell, never married, and he was always cordial with my family and especially kind to me. I couldn’t pinpoint exactly when my affection for him started growing more…unhinged, but most days I would stare out my window and watch him sunbathe in the summer sun. Watching sweat cling to his hairy muscles was my sexual awakening, then reawakening, until it felt like my attraction for him never slept. And, for the most part, it didn’t. After getting home from my freshman year of college, I needed to make some money to support myself, so I thought what better way to make money than to ask Mr. Saur if he needed any help with his lawn or menial chores that would allow me to spend time with him.

So, I did that. I would go to the gym before mowing his lawn so that when I took my shirt off, my pump would potentially attract him. When I was folding his laundry, I occasionally stashed a few pairs of his obscenely stretched underwear to take home and worship. I did my best to show Mr. Saur my bulge that seemingly grew every time I was near him in hopes that he might notice. Alas, aside from a few glances here and there, Mr. Saur never seemed to reciprocate my advances. Yes, he would look at me when I was all sweaty and shirtless from mowing the lawn, but I craved more than just longing glances and “what-if.” I wanted deeper than that, so I concocted a plan that was so stupid it might work.

In the middle of the night, far past when any of my family stirred from slumber, I snuck down and out of the house in nothing but my underwear. My dick was already leaking through my boxers in anticipation for what I wanted to do. The summer night felt cool on my skin, electrifying me with thoughts of pure lust and desire. Making my way over to Mr. Saur’s back door, I quietly slid through, using my key he had gifted me a month prior. Small and dangerous creaks in the floorboards raised miniature alarm bells for an intruder in the night, but I couldn’t hear any of my neighbor’s grunts or moans synonymous with waking up. So, I continued onward.

Slowly pushing open the door to Mr. Saur's bedroom, I began stroking my cock, looking at his restful figure shining in the pale moonlight. His hairy body packed with muscle looked like a big chocolate cake, ripe for the taking. I stepped out of my underwear and slowly shimmied into bed next to him. His breath hitched, but he didn’t wake up. The cool touch of the mattress on my naked body was comforting, but I was looking for something more. I scooched in closer to the man of my desires, already feeling my cock touch his big, manly ass. I shuddered in bliss—this was everything I had ever wanted for the past several years. Slowly, with the gentility of a quiet mouse, I grabbed my neighbor by the shoulder and rolled him over so he was laying on his back. His face looked troubled, but by no means did he look like he was awake. Now, with my sexy neighbor in a prime position, I delicately wrapped an arm around him and nuzzled into his side. Thankfully, he didn’t notice or stir. It does make sense—a man as big as a bear would probably sleep like one, too. As I cuddled Mr. Saur, I went over the rest of my plan:

First, I would sneak into his bed in the middle of the night. That part was done, and I’m all set for phase two. In the morning when he awoke, I would act like we fooled around last night and that he was really drunk. Third, I would blackmail him by saying if he wouldn’t let me fuck him again, I would tell my parents and everyone in the neighborhood. Of course, there was nothing illegal about a 40-something man getting with a 19-year-old, but I think people would definitely look down upon it. My plan was perfect. All I had to do now was wait until morning and resist the urge to fuck him here and now…

“Kid, wake up!” Mr. Saur hissed. “The fuck are you doing, get up!” he shook me awake.

I smiled, knowing my plan had worked. “Goodmorning, Mr. Saur,” I said, enunciating the vowels slowly and deliberately. Fluttering my eyes open, I stared at him with an innocent expression, though my dick was harder than a steel beam. Apparently, my reaction, in his mind, confirmed that we had slept together the night prior.

“God, why does this always happen to me,” he rolled out of bed in his underwear. The morning sun illuminated his pulchritudinous body excellently, and my boner sprung from the covers of Mr. Saur’s bed. He looked at me, my throbbing cock, then back to me. “Did we…?”

I nodded whilst smiling knowingly. Mr. Saur had fallen for it right away. This worked out even better than I had imagined it would. I responded, “Oh yeah, several times. You loved it,” I mouthed, stroking my cock, signifying my readiness for “another round.”

Mr. Saur looked incredibly troubled, running his hand down his face like an exasperated cartoon character. Looking me up and down, he spoke, “Look, kid. I’m sorry I have to do this, but I can’t have anyone finding out about this.”

I faltered for a moment, unsure of what he meant. Quickly, I felt his tight grasp around my ankle, dragging me down to the foot of the bed where he was. I giggled, enjoying myself with how dominant he was showing himself to me. I stroked myself faster, moaning his name. When I thought he was about to climb on top of me in bed, he instead leaned down and put his mouth around my big toe. I didn’t take him for being such a kinky guy, but I wasn’t complaining. I wriggled my toes in his mouth and pushed my other foot to his lips to let him suck on them more. Seeing his wide eyes as he enveloped my other set of toes was orgasmic. I moaned out, “Wow, Mr. Saur. I wonder what else that mouth can fit inside of it…?”

He promptly showed me, swallowing up my feet in a large gulp. I was taken aback quite a bit; I didn’t think footjobs meant literally putting the entire person’s feet in your mouth. Still, it was kind of impressive seeing Mr. Saur’s mouth stretch over me like that. He continued staring at me with wide, predatory eyes, like I was a delectable slab of tender meat. I wiggled my hips and felt his spongy tongue lathering up the soles of my feet. He swallowed again, lurching my body downwards closer to his mouth. At this point, confusion was my primary feeling over lust. How could a human stretch their jaw like that…? Maybe this was some strange fetish I wasn’t privy to, but if Mr. Saur wanted it, I would provide.

“What’re you doing down there, handsome? Why don’t you crawl back up here and let me fuck that ass of yours again?” I tried to disengage him from…putting my legs in his mouth, but he didn't blink. All he did was swallow once again. His tight throat felt really warm and wet, and a rhythmic motion caressed my legs over and over, like he was slowly trying to gulp the rest of me down. My legs were too far down his throat for even me to find it arousing, so I tried to pull them out, only to find that I couldn’t. His throat was way too tight around me for me to be able to escape from his mouth. As I was coming to this conclusion, he swallowed again, this time widening his mouth around my thighs. My feet were tickled by a tight muscle which I assumed to be Mr. Saur’s stomach. I really didn’t know how he could do this, but he didn’t seem like he wanted to stop, unlike me. “Alright, Mister, don’t you think you’ve had your fun? You can let me go now…” I squirmed again, trying to dislodge myself from his tight, coaxing esophagus.

Mr. Saur shook his head, seizing my hips with an iron grip. In a forceful and excruciating motion, he pulled my body deeper down his mouth. Mr. Saur was actually trying to swallow me whole. What’s worse, he was succeeding. The wet, lubricated tunnel of his gullet widened around me, allowing me passage into his stomach. I didn’t know how this was possible, and I yelped in terror. How the hell was my neighbor doing this? I saw a glimpse of his stomach, which was now rounded out and bloated as my legs began expanding the curve of his hairy gut. “Mr. Saur, seriously, stop it. I don’t like this,” I began to wriggle more intensely now. His only answer was another deep, resounding gulp as my hard cock and plump cheeks entered his drooling maw.

Unfortunate in this case: I am only a man, so the immense pleasure I felt from Mr. Saur’s mouth drooling around my hefty cock and bubbly cheeks distracted me pretty terribly from the ongoing situation. His tongue expertly swirled around my head, building up my arousal and edging me closefr towards climax. He nibbled softly on my cheeks, making me giggle and squirm for him. The pleasure was so intense that I didn’t notice his next swallow, bringing me up to my abs in his seemingly endless maw. His throat still stimulated my dick, rubbing it with his tight muscle. Instinctually, I reached down my hands to stroke my cock, forgetting my situation. Mr. Saur was all too happy to oblige my hands and arms entry into his mouth so I could begin stroking my cock halfway down his throat. Lost in lust, I rubbed myself almost to climax before his plump lips wrapped around my shoulders. I couldn’t help myself anymore, as this strangely erotic feeling of getting engulfed by my neighbor brought out the worst in me. I moaned, “Oh please, Mr. Saur, you’re so fucking hot. Do I taste good, handsome? You like that?” Truly, I was a lost cause.

Barely registering Mr. Saur closing his lips around my head, I continued to jack off in his throat. My lower body had now fully entered into my neighbor’s sweltering stomach chamber and the rest of me soon followed. The plush, wet landscape of Mr. Saur’s belly was extremely soft and squishy, and his belly made so much noise that I could barely hear my own moans and dirty-talk. Gooning to the thought of Mr. Saur, I finally pumped my cock enough to erupt all over his stomach cavity. Thick, hot ropes of cum spurted from my fertile dick, coating the walls of his stomach in my potent semen. I groaned in his gut, and the indent of his hands rubbing over me was felt from every angle. I stayed there for a few more minutes, pumping my sensitive dick and squirming around in a lust-ridden haze. Eventually, I tried to prop myself up on my elbow, only to slip and fall into the juices that had started pooling below me. Then, I realized the gravity of my situation. Mr. Saur, my hot, sexy neighbor, had just swallowed me whole, and I was currently stewing away in his hairy belly. I felt him rubbing over me and belching obnoxiously as I jostled inside of him. The movements of his belly felt suspiciously like he was jacking off to my being inside of his gut. I was trying to keep my cool, but a particularly loud groan from inside his belly sent me into a frenetic panic.

Pounding on the walls of his belly, I scream, “Mr. Saur, please! Let me out!!” The movements from the outside only hastened, as if my struggles were turning him on even further. He belched, which tightened his stomach walls around me. The air was stale, and I was starting to feel claustrophobic in his gut. I pounded on his belly again, hoping he would realize this was all a big mistake and let me out, “Mr. Saur, I’m not food! You can let me out! Please!”

A big, hefty groan echoed as Mr. Saur came all over the massive dome of his belly. He patted his gut, belched, and said, “Sorry, kid, but I couldn’t have anyone finding out about us, you see. Don’t worry, it’ll all be over soon.”

Mr. Saur’s behemoth of a belly gurgled and churned me inside of it. He rubbed over the hairy beast slowly and seductively. As much as I hated to admit it, I was still turned on by the absolute specimen of a man who had the ability to swallow an entire human being whole. Now I wish I had actually gotten him drunk and fucked him before this morning instead of just pretending I did. This plot had horribly backfired, and now, I was getting sloshed around inside the belly of my hot neighbor. He rubbed over me, which felt distastefully comforting, like a disco ball inside of a hearse. I wriggled around until I could find a more comfortable spot and began to slowly jack off once again, unable to deny my young body it’s lust. Soon enough though, the oxygen in Mr. Saur’s belly was cut off, and I was drifting off to sleep for the final time…

About two weeks later, Mr. Saur returned home from work, ready for a nice dinner. Stepping out of his car on the driveway, he noticed my twin brother knocking on his front door. He looked down at his (slightly larger, after I was digested) belly before looking back up at my kin, thinking that I might’ve somehow, impossibly, escaped his belly. With his heart pounding, he tentatively stepped out of his car and called over to my twin, “Kid, is that… you?”

My brother Tommy bounded over to Mr. Saur, with a serious expression on his face. He responded, “Hey, Mr. Saur, I’m Zach’s brother Tommy, nice to meet you. I was coming over to see if I could ask if you maybe knew anything about where Zach went? I really miss him, and he was always talking about how fun you were… We have no idea where he could’ve gone…”

Mr. Saur’s belly growled. He pondered for a moment, before responding, “Sure thing kid. Why don’t you come on in and we can have dinner together? I need a good meal right about now.” The two waltzed in to Mr. Saur’s house, ready to have a long talk about what happened two weeks ago.

[angelicgirlmj]

an angels guide: solo valentines

hey angels! whether or not you are single this year valentines is more than just a celebration of romantic love, it should be one of platonic, familial and most importantly self love! oscar wilde wrote ‘to love oneself is the beginning of a life long romance’ and that quote feels so relevant and meaningful to me. after all the only person who will always be with you and experience every moment with you is yourself - you have to give them the love they deserve. with that being said here it is, an angels guide to solo valentines!

write a list of every single thing you love about yourself. doesn’t matter how long or short, how utterly random or specific it is, the point is for you to have a reminder of what makes you loveable in your eyes that is just for you!

read a self discovery book, it could be from any author, genre, fictitious or not, find a book that prominently features a journey of self exploration.

be kind to yourself. have that snack, go to bed a little earlier, take a walk even though it’s cold, stretch as you wake up, whatever helps you treat yourself lovingly and kindly.

buy a physical magazine - cute, girly and depending on the kind you get valentines themed! my favourites are vogue, the new yorker and the paris review!

write yourself a love letter. make it special, meaningful, sweet, whatever you need to receive in the moment. save it till valentines.

buy yourself a little treat. maybe your favourite flowers or snack, maybe a movie ticket, whatever it is get yourself a gift because you deserve to shower yourself with love!

have an everything shower or bath. be slow and mindful, light a candle and put on a playlist, spend as long as you want doing all of your favourite shower activities. use that shower lotion you save for special occasions and spray yourself with a favourite perfume even if you just are getting cozy for bed.

bake yourself something sweet (or savoury, i just associate sweet things with valentines!). maybe strawberry and white chocolate scones, dark chocolate raspberry mouse or a comforting tray of brownies. save it just for you or share with friends and family!

take yourself on a solo date, spend deliberate and conscious time alone. maybe it’s something small like getting a matcha and reading in a coffee shop, maybe it’s something bigger like a shopping spree at your favourite clothes shop or maybe it’s even a solo trip away! do whatever feels right, affordable and needed for you in this moment.

make a self love, valentines playlist!

declutter your room and make your space bright, cozy and comforting. celebrate and honour your space and self, take the time to pick through the things you love, clean them, treat them with care.

have a romcom film night! make a list, get your fave movie snacks, a drink and cozy blanket and settle in and get cozy.

be creative, learn a new creative skill or rediscover an old one, please use your hands, use your mind, make something just for yourself regardless of how good you think it is.

explore your city or town or the place you live by yourself (if safe and able to do so!), bring a camera or take pictures on your phone. stop and be in the moment, find pockets of brightness and beauty. bring your headphones, find a song that fits your mood. pick up pretty rocks or things you find them and save them. keep things that will remind you of yourself in this moment, this place and put them in a junk journal or memory box.

move your body in a way that honours it and is kind. do a dance workout with rests when you need, move slowly during a pilates workout, go for a run and take the time to breath deeply and drink cold, fresh water. love your body and all that it does for you.

i know for many (regardless of their relationship status) can feel at best bored or like this time of year is pointless, or at worse lonely and upset. this year i want you to focus on finding love within yourself, because, angels, you are so full of it. let internal love fulfill you and then let the external find you. what are your plans for solo valentines or solo valentines activities this month? let me know i would love to hear it and get some inspiration!

happy valentines! love, m.

[aphrodeiities]

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❦  asteroid persephone [399] i wanted to do something different with asteroid persephone, it has been interpreted before, but i wanted to take a different out look, persephone is known to be the goddess of sirens, she was accompanied by them before she was captured by hades to be his queen in the underworld.

♇ ASTEROID PERSEPHONE IN 1H/ARIES ⟶ this asteroid in aries/1h shows that you are someone who could be pretty infatuated with sirens, and can have features thare are very pulling and enticing, could have a very specific feature on your face, very strong cheekbones as well. you could have a skill with singing, swimming or dancing, and people, particularly men could feel like they have an ownership over you. on the other hand, this is an indicator of being someone who attracts energy vampires.

♇ ASTEROID PERSEPHONE IN 2H/TAURUS ⟶ could have a lovely voice, likes to listen to music and can be very talented with manifesting/praying. this placement does show that you could be someone who could be into sugar-daddies, nsfw audios and you might attract people who like to use you for your money or for what you have. people with this asteroid placement are considered to be very pretty, could have quite arched eyebrows, always looks like they're surprised or about to ask a question.

♇ ASTEROID PERSEPHONE IN 3H/GEMINI ⟶ indicator of attracting liars or being the liar. could be interested in writing and researching sirens, might also attract stalkers who want to know everything about them. deceptive relatives, people who usually have something up their sleeve, could've been that one person in school people were attracted to and other people wondered why. might've had a teacher that was weird to them, native might've not realised during the time but realise it in the future.

♇ ASTEROID PERSEPHONE IN 4H/CANCER ⟶ very beautiful people, people could find the need to help these people all the time, and to have this asteroid placement could imply that this person could have a really nice body. is a beacon of being very bitter and envious though, the type to want to have it all, or could have lovers or admirers who want them for a very long time, it could be hard for people to get over them. could have deceptive people in their family, or might've lived in an area where there was much water, or even bars.

♇ ASTEROID PERSEPHONE IN 5H/LEO ⟶ indicator of being amazing dancers, nice bodies, backs and upper bodies. could be into remaining fit or being a better version of themselves. people with this asteroid placement have a high chance of being entertainers, they catch people's attention very quickly, but this can also make them pull in powerful people who usually have 2 motivations when it comes to the person with this placement. likely had a strange childhood.

♇ ASTEROID PERSEPHONE IN 6H/VIRGO ⟶ people might want to do many things for this person, epitome of having people-pleasers around them, but they can be someone who likes to please other people, sexually, or with their entertainment talents. they can be someone who are likely stalked or preyed on by men, or just weird people in general, could like to have alone time and might like to sing and find ways to become a better version of themselves.

♱ ASTEROID PERSEPHONE IN 7H/LIBRA ⟶ similar to the previous paragraph, these people might attract people who want to do everything for them. but since this asteroid is in the house of relationships, this could mean they could attract very dominating people, people who can sell a dream, and then show a completely different side to them after spending more time with said person. since this is a venusian home, specifically of style, this person could be into whimsy/mermaid-like clothing.

♱ ASTEROID PERSEPHONE IN 8H/SCORPIO ⟶ easily has eyes on them, people watch what these people do all the time, could be very intuitive people as well. clairaudient is a theme for these people. might feel like people have it all for them as well, could be very fascinated with sirens and could like to swim. their voice could be very enchanting, especially their eyes, something about it sparkles or is very sharp, intimidates other people with their beauty and their essence, and because of this there's a lot of one-sided competition made with native who have this placement.

♱ ASTEROID PERSEPHONE IN 9H/SAGITTARIUS ⟶ people might want to listen to their advice all the time, what they say is literally the holy book to other people. on one hand, this can manifest into a circumstance where people want to use their beliefs on people who have this placement to trap them, hold them down. people from higher status could like to prey on them, and they could have beliefs that are conflicting with other people around them. this person can be someone who can be into water/siren magick.

♱ ASTEROID PERSEPHONE IN 10H/CAPRICORN ⟶ man-eater status. people want to be around them all the time, usually preyed on, need to be careful in workspace, and can be someone who steps on people's toes to climb the social/work ladder. people could like to use them for what they can bring to the table, father's side of the family could of had a lot of affairs, people easily tempted, especially you, you can be someone who is easily tempted. people might underestimate you within the work field or in general. on the other hand, this can manifest into being worshipped.

♱ ASTEROID PERSEPHONE IN 11H/AQUARIUS ⟶ could get taken advantage of in friendships if we look at the hades perspective of the story, and could get harassed/stalked online. on the other hand, this could also mean person with this placement could be really popular online, usually the top of the game when it comes to their content. person can be admired because of the things they can come up with, and the type to defend the underdog, or could have the underdog to queen bee type of fame.

♱ ASTEROID PERSEPHONE IN 12H/PISCES ⟶ can easily falls for scams, and the type to wear rose coloured glasses towards future significant others, people might gloss over the rudeness of this person, the type to get away with everything and praised for everything they do. this placement is the epitome of the halo effect. this person can be very enchanting and creative, great song/story-writers, and could have a soft voice, if not, their voice can easily take the attention of other people, could be many people's fantasy, which causes people to want to have them all to themselves.

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[alewritesfics]

Bridging realities

𝖁𝕴𝕴. 𝕭𝖗𝖎𝖉𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖌....𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader

Word count: 4.6k

Warnings: unedited, slow burn, eventual smut/ spicy scenes, some angst but happy ending, playful banter

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You would be lying if you said you weren’t worried.

It was now the time where Anthony invited the Sharma family over to Aubrey Hall before the ball, it wouldn’t have upset you, if it wasn’t also the time which truly cemented the start of Kate and Anthony’s love story.

With Edwina, you didn’t have to worry much, which sounded cruel, but it’s written that Anthony, under no circumstances, ends up with her, both in the series and in the books, but Kate?

Kate is his destiny. And you have tried so hard to change that destiny but what if their love is so strong that it overcomes any brief affections that Anthony feels for someone else? Aubrey Hall was where they fell in love. And you hope, hope, hope, that you have gotten under Anthony’s skin so much that changes that.

You sighed as you step out of the featherington manor, slightly fed up with their daily ocurrences, you mean, seriously? Portia now is trying to get Prudence to catch cousin Jack’s attention, ew.

Your eyes brighten up as you saw the Bridgerton family getting their luggages on the carriages to leave, catching sight of one Bridgerton in particular. You walked over, crossing the street.

“Ah, Y/n, came to see us off?” Eloise said as she saw you coming over

You smiled “Yes, I didn’t know you were leaving so early”

“yes, well, we like to spend a few days in Aubrey Hall to rest before the ton arrives” Lady Bridgerton said as she approached us “lovely to see you, dear, you are coming to the ball with Penelope, yes?”

“I wouldn’t miss it for anything” you answered, she smiled at you, heading over to continue packing

You looked behind you before walking towards Anthony “Why are you all leaving so early?” you asked, even though you already knew the answer

“Ah, well, mother wanted to relax for a few days,” he said “and….we- uh- we invited the Sharmas over” you turned to look at him

“The Sharmas?” you say “Whatever for?”

“That is what one does when you are courting a lady” Anthony cleared his throat

You hide your wince “So….it is official then?” you asked before huffing “her sister is against you! Why are you still so stubb-“

Anthony exhaled sharply, turning toward you with a look that made your stomach tighten. His usual mask of indifference had cracked, revealing something raw beneath it—frustration, maybe even anger.

“Why do you always say that?” he demanded, his voice sharp.

You blinked. “Say what?”

“That I should give up,” he snapped. “Every time, without fail, you insist that I should walk away. Why? Why do you care so much about whether I pursue Miss Edwina or not?”

You hesitated, your throat tightening. “Because it’s obvious that this is a mistake, Anthony.”

“A mistake?” he repeated, stepping closer. “What do you know of mistakes? What do you know of me?”

Your breath hitched. The space between you was too small now, the tension too thick. “I know that you are stubborn,” you said, your voice quieter but no less firm. “I know that you think you can force yourself into a life that does not suit you, simply because it is what you should do.”

Anthony let out a bitter laugh. “And what would you have me do, Y/N? Follow passion? Risk everything for something that will only lead to ruin?”

“Ruin?” Your voice rose, your frustration boiling over. “Is that what you think love is? Ruin?”

His jaw clenched. “Love is unpredictable. It is reckless. I have seen what it does to a man, what it did to my mother. It destroyed my mother when he died.” He took a shuddering breath, as if the admission had slipped from him unwillingly. “I will not let it destroy me.”

Your heart ached. “Anthony…”

“No,” he cut you off, shaking his head. “I do not have the luxury of love, Y/N. I have a duty—to my family, to my title. I cannot afford to be selfish.”

Your fingers curled Into your palms. “And you think marrying Edwina will spare you from love? That if you choose someone who does not make your heart race, you will be safe?”

Anthony’s breath was unsteady, and for a moment, he looked at you as if you had struck him. And maybe, in a way, you had.

“You think you know everything,” he said finally, his voice quieter, but no less intense. “You think you see me so clearly, but you don’t. You can’t.”

Your lips parted, but he wasn’t done.

“I am tired, Y/N.” His voice was ragged, exhausted in a way you had never heard before. “Tired of fighting what is expected of me. Tired of feeling like I am being pulled in a direction I cannot control.” His eyes locked onto yours, dark and stormy. “And you—you only make it worse.”

You inhaled sharply, your chest tightening. “Anthony…” you scoffed “W-what I do? How am I making it worse?”

Anthony let out a humorless laugh, shaking his head as he stepped back from you. “You truly don’t see it, do you?”

Your pulse quickened at the way he was looking at you now—like you were the very thing unraveling him, like you were the storm he hadn’t accounted for.

“I don’t understand,” you admitted, your voice quieter now, hesitant.

Anthony exhaled sharply, running a hand over his face as though he were attempting to physically push away whatever war raged inside him. “You tell me to give up,” he muttered, voice low but edged with something dangerous. “You tell me to walk away from Edwina as if it is the simplest thing in the world. And yet—you stand here, looking at me like this, speaking to me like this-”

He cut himself off, shaking his head.

You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to hold his gaze. “Like what?”

His jaw clenched. “Like you care.”

Your breath hitched.

“I do care,” you said, barely above a whisper.

Anthony’s laugh was sharp, almost bitter. “Then why are you trying so hard to push me away? To tell me this—her—is a mistake?”

Your heart pounded against your ribs, and suddenly the truth—your truth—was clawing at your throat, desperate to be spoken.

But you couldn’t.

Because if you told him, if you let those words slip past your lips, then there would be no going back.

So instead, you steeled yourself, meeting his gaze head-on. “Because you don’t love her,” you said. “And she deserves someone who does.”

Anthony flinched. For the first time, he faltered, his expression slipping into something vulnerable, something unguarded.

And then, just as quickly as it came, it was gone.

He straightened, inhaling sharply as he pulled himself back together, as he rebuilt the walls you had nearly knocked down.

“I have already made my decision,” he said finally, voice cool, detached.

You nodded, forcing a tight smile even as your chest ached. “Then I hope, for your sake, that you don’t come to regret it.”

Anthony stared at you for a moment longer, something unreadable flickering in his gaze. But then he stepped back, a finality in his movement, and turned away.

“I have to go,” he said abruptly, stepping back. The cold distance between you was sudden, suffocating.

And just like that, he turned, walking away without another word.

You stood there, heart pounding, hands trembling at your sides.

You had pushed him. Too far, maybe. But deep down, you finally knew—.

You rolled your eyes as you saw the viscount sat on one of the tables with Miss Edwina.

After you had arrived on Aubrey Hall, the first thing you did was look around for him. Honestly, you were starting to sound and look like a stalker but you can’t help it. It certainly doesn’t help that now that you both were fighting, there was a big chance that his affections changed towards Kate after what you think, but hopefully not, happened these last three days that they were in each other’s presence.

“ah, good, Y/n, you’re here” you heard him say from behind, you turned to look at him, surprised that he was speaking to you after the little fight you both had “i-I almost got into a little squabble with Miss Sharma over there but fortunately your presence served as a distraction. I did after all have to show my friend around”

You looked at him unamused. Why is he pretending he didn’t act like a total jerk a few days ago?

He sighed once he saw your expression “I apologize….for the fight we had” he said “I know I acted like a jerk and shouldn’t have gotten angry with you and if I hurt your feelings…I am truly sorry”

You swallowed “Thank you for your apology” you say “and…I apologize as well. I should not put my nose into things that aren’t my business”

“no, no, I-I get that you are worried, like one gets for a friend” he tried to wave off your apologies “am I wrong?”

You shook your head “not at all” you deny, finally feeling happy “Tell me then, what did I serve as a distraction for?”

He looked behind him before looking at you once again “I almost got into a squabble with Miss Sharma, over hunting” he answered “Miss Edwina suggested she goes along with us men as we hunt and I denied the suggestion. It is very inappropriate for a woman to join a bunch of men. Luckily, before the fight could progress, I saw you and decided to come over, ending the squabble”

You hummed as you took one of the drinks nearby on a table “I take it Miss Sharma is going along then?” you tried to ask nonchalantly, fighting off the ugly feeling on your chest

“She is” He nodded,

your heart sunk “oh”

“but I’m not”

Your eyes went wide, looking up at him shocked “What?” he-he steered of the script

“Yes, I should stay behind, act as a good host and show my friend around, should I not?”

You stared at him, lips slightly parted, searching his face for any indication that he was jesting. But Anthony, ever the Viscount, ever the picture of control, simply held your gaze with a steady intensity that made your stomach twist.

“I—” You faltered, unsure how to respond. This wasn’t supposed to happen. He was supposed to go with them. He was supposed to go with Kate. And yet, here he was, choosing to stay behind. With you.

A slow, almost teasing smirk ghosted across his lips. “What?” he asked, tilting his head. “You seem surprised.”

You shook your head quickly, forcing yourself to snap out of it. “No, I— I just thought that you were rather set on the idea of hunting.”

“I was,” he admitted, shifting slightly closer. “Until I realized that I had far more pressing matters to attend to.”

Your heartbeat stuttered. “And what matters would those be?”

Anthony exhaled, eyes searching yours. “You, for one.”

Your breath caught. “Me?”

“Yes, you.” His voice was lower now, softer. “You were rather displeased with me before I left for Aubrey Hall. And though I cannot say I am entirely undeserving of such displeasure, I find myself unwilling to let it linger.”

You swallowed hard. “Anthony, we already apologized to each other—”

“Yes, but apologies do not erase things,” he said, cutting you off gently. “And I do not wish for us to… linger in whatever this is.”

You stared at him, heart hammering. What is this?

You had spent so much time convincing yourself that he was so stubborn, completely sticking to the script. But here he was, deviating from what was supposed to happen, his attention solely on you.

You cleared your throat, trying to mask the emotions swirling inside you. “And how do you propose we do that?”

Anthony considered you for a moment before offering you his arm. “Come,” he said. “Let me show you Aubrey Hall properly. The hunting party will be gone for hours. That gives us plenty of time.”

You hesitated. Every fiber of your being was screaming at you that this was wrong, but then you met his gaze again—earnest, unwavering.

Slipping your arm through his, you let him lead you away.

Anthony led you through the vast grounds of Aubrey Hall, his arm steady beneath your hand as he guided you through the sprawling gardens, the perfectly trimmed hedges, and the grand hallways adorned with family portraits. A maid trailed behind, ensuring propriety was maintained, but Anthony hardly seemed to notice her presence.

He showed you the rose garden first, boasting about how his mother spent years cultivating each variety. Then, the old oak tree by the pond, where he claimed Colin had nearly drowned himself as a child by foolishly trying to walk across a too-thin layer of ice.

“You mean to tell me that Colin was not born with the wisdom of a man who has traveled the world?” you teased, grinning up at him.

Anthony let out a soft chuckle. “Far from it. If you had seen half of the things that boy has attempted, you would wonder how he survived this long.”

You laughed, enjoying the rare moment of lightheartedness between you.

After a few more stops—including the stables, where he let you pet his horse, and the drawing room, where he and his siblings often played games—the two of you eventually found yourselves at the library.

“This,” Anthony declared as he opened the heavy doors, “is the most impressive room in the house. And before you say anything, yes, I am aware that I sound like a self-important fool, but I take great pride in it. My father’s library”

You stepped inside, taking in the sight of towering bookshelves, leather-bound volumes lining the walls from floor to ceiling. The scent of aged paper and polished wood filled the air.

“Impressive indeed,” you admitted, running your fingers lightly over the spines of some books as you walked past them.

Anthony watched you with amusement. “Do you read much?”

You scoffed. “Of course, I do. What else is a lady supposed to do when avoiding dreadful suitors?”

He smirked. “And yet, you seem to enjoy my company well enough.”

“Are you a suitor?” You gave him a pointed look. “You are tolerable at best, my lord.”

Anthony clutched his chest dramatically. “You wound me.”

You rolled your eyes, reaching for a book. “Tell me, which is your favorite?”

He hesitated for a moment before stepping toward one of the shelves and pulling out a well-worn volume. “i-I don’t read much” he said, handing it to you.

You raised a brow. “Ah, yes, Why does that not surprise me?” you let out a chuckle

Anthony smirked. “And what of you? Let me guess—some romantic nonsense filled with foolish declarations of love?”

You huffed, shoving the book back into his hands before looking around the bookshelves, seeing if the book you were thinking about was there, you grinned when you saw it, plucking another from the shelf. “Much Ado About Nothing,” you said proudly.

His brows lifted. “A comedy?”

“A brilliant one,” you corrected. “Filled with wit, mischief, and people who bicker so much that they do not realize they are in love.”

Anthony let out a low chuckle. “How fitting.”

You narrowed your eyes. “And what exactly do you mean by that”

He merely grinned, stepping closer. “Nothing at all, my dear friend. Nothing at all.”

You glared at him but felt your lips twitch. There was something almost easy about this moment—something that made your chest warm despite the cool air of the library.

For the first time since arriving at Aubrey Hall, you let yourself enjoy his company without overthinking what it meant. Without thinking of Kate. Without thinking of fate.

Just him. Just you.

And, for now, that was enough.

Anthony leaned against the edge of a bookshelf, watching you with an expression that sent a strange flutter through your chest. You ignored it, running your fingers over the spine of Much Ado About Nothing.

“You know,” you mused, tilting your head to look at him, “if I recall correctly, Benedict once told me that you were hopeless when it came to Shakespeare. But now that you have told me you don’t read much, I believe that.”

Anthony scoffed. “Benedict is an insufferable know-it-all.”

You smirked. “So it is true, then?”

“I never said that,” he countered, crossing his arms.

You tapped a finger against the book. “Alright then, my lord, if you are not hopeless, you should have no trouble quoting something from this play.”

Anthony’s eyes flickered with amusement. “You expect me to perform like a fool?”

“Oh, I would never ask you to do something you are incapable of,” you teased, watching as his lips parted in mock offense.

“You are a menace,” he muttered.

“And yet, you choose to spend the afternoon in my company,” you countered, taking a step closer.

Anthony sighed as if he were put upon, but there was a glint of something softer in his gaze as he finally relented. “Fine,” he said, rubbing a hand over his jaw. He cleared his throat, straightened his posture, and then, with the most dramatic flourish imaginable, he declared:

“I do love nothing in the world so well as you. Is not that strange”

Your breath caught.

The words, though Shakespeare’s, did not feel like a jest. Not when spoken like that—not when his voice softened at the end, not when his dark eyes held yours so intently.

The air between you shifted.

You swallowed, forcing out a scoff to break the tension. “Well, that is certainly an interpretation.”

Anthony smirked, but there was something else behind it—something unreadable. “Is it?”

You refused to let your mind wander to what that something might mean. Instead, you turned back to the shelf, hoping that he could not see the warmth creeping up your cheeks. “We should return before your mother starts to wonder if I have stolen her son away.”

Anthony hesitated for half a second before nodding. “Yes, of course.”

You turned to leave, but just as you reached the doorway, he spoke again.

“Y/N?”

You glanced over your shoulder.

Anthony was still standing in the same spot, looking at you like he was trying to figure something out. After a moment, he simply shook his head, exhaling through his nose. “Nothing,” he murmured. “Let us go.”

But as you walked back to the rest of the party, you could not shake the feeling that whatever he almost said would have changed everything.

The day went by like a flash, and before you knew it, it was already the evening of the next day, the ball taking place.

You had watched as Anthony danced with Edwina two times on a row before heading over to grab a drink. You walked after him, your steps determined.

“two dances on a row? How scandalous” you teased as you got close to him

He chuckled as he turned to face you “yes, well, what can I say? I’m a rebellious man”

You chuckled “Well, I’m sure this rebellious man would like to take me for a spin on the dance floor now? He has already shared two dances with the lady, a third one is plain inappropriate” you stated

“Just say you wish to dance” He smirked “I certainly will not deny you”

You laughed as he held out his hand and put your own on top of his, your gaze went behind him, catching the figures of Edwina and Kate, both confused on why Anthony didn’t go back to them. You held back your triumphant gaze, letting Anthony lead you to the floor.

God, you were petty.

You both stood facing each other as the music started, bowing before you started to dance. Honestly, you were surprised your body acted unconsciously, dancing along to everyone else, but after watching this particular scene so many times (ahem, ‘I am a gentleman’, ‘tell me you feel nothing and I will walk away’ jajfsjsuiejshsjsnsnsgwiwm) you had memorized the dance already.

You looked around the room as Anthony twirled you around, your heart beating fast as you remembered that tomorrow was the day in which Anthony proposed to Edwina in the series.

No matter how hard you have been trying to steer Anthony off of his choice, he is so stubborn that he isn’t completely off the idea, meaning that you haven’t managed to make him change his mind completely.

Still, you aren’t completely unaware that you haven’t changed things because you have, you have noticed many things that Anthony has done that are completely different from the show, and although you are happy about that, it still isn’t enough.

You turned back towards Anthony, your eyes flickering between his eyes, “Don’t marry her,” you blurt out without thinking.

Anthony’s eyes widened in surprise “What?” he asked shocked.

Your face froze as you registered your own words before you swallowed and decided to speak out “Edwina. Don’t marry her” you say once again, this time confidently.

Anthony’s hands let go of you as the music stopped “Y/n, you cannot ask that of me”

“Anthony-“ you start to say.

“No,” he said in disbelief before he shook his head and marched off.

You let out a sigh, your eyes unconsciously turning towards where Edwina was with Kate, both of their eyes already looking in your direction, Edwina’s filled with innocent confusion, but it was the look in Kate’s that made your heart stop. Realization.

You shook it off before walking off towards where Anthony went, already knowing that he went towards his study. You entered the study, stopping for a second at the door before deciding to impulsively lock it.

“Anthony-“ You called out, watching as he paced by his desk.

“You cannot ask that of me” He said once again, angrily.

“Yes, I can-“

“No!”

“Yes, I can, and I will!” You snapped walking towards him “Don’t ask her to marry you” you said calmly this time.

He stopped and turned to look at you, “I have to” he swallowed, his eyes furiously flickering between yours, searching.

You shook your head “No, Why are you so hell bent on marrying out of duty?” You asked desperate “Anthony, you are as deserving of love as any one of us and it pains me that you do not see it, why can’t you see it?”

“Love isn’t in my plans” He denied “I have told you many times”

“But it can be,” you stated, walking even closer “I know why you so fervently deny it to yourself, but I am sure that if you asked your mother, she would do it all over again just for the feeling of loving your father, for the feeling of experiencing love in it’s finest glory, no matter how painful it turned out”

“And- and if you still think you will end up the same, I am sure your wife, who you marry for love, will be grateful that she at least got the chance to experience your love” You say “….I know I would”

“Y/n….” He said painfully, turning to face his desk, resting his hands on it.

“You feel it too,” you murmured “You cannot deny it, I’ve seen it in your eyes. Anthony-“

“Stop,” he growled, making you freeze, thinking he was done with the conversation “stop, stop saying my name like that”

You let out a breath, your heart starting to beat faster and faster “Anthony-“

Before you could react, he had stood up, grabbing your hand and caging you between the desk and his body.His breath was uneven, his dark eyes locked on yours with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine.

“Do you know what you’re doing to me?” Anthony whispered, his voice low and raw, as though it pained him to speak the words aloud.

You swallowed hard, your pulse hammering in your ears. “I… I only speak the truth, Anthony.”

He closed his eyes briefly, as if trying to compose himself, but when they opened again, they were blazing. “The truth? The truth is that you’ve undone me. Ever since you walked into my life, you’ve made me question everything I’ve ever known. Duty, logic, responsibility—they all crumble the moment I’m near you.”

“Anthony…” Your voice was barely above a whisper as you placed a hand on his chest. His heart was pounding as fiercely as yours, and it only made you braver. “You don’t have to choose between love and duty. You can have both.”

His hand tightened on yours, and for a moment, you thought he might give in. But then, he released you abruptly and took a step back, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

“I can’t,” he said, his voice strained. “Do you think I don’t want to? Do you think I haven’t imagined it? But my family depends on me. I cannot afford to be selfish.”

“Selfish?” you echoed, incredulous. “Anthony, marrying someone you don’t love isn’t selfless. It’s cruel. To you, to her, to everyone involved. You deserve happiness, and so does she.”

He turned to look at you again, his expression torn between longing and despair. “And what of you? What are you asking of me?"

Your breath hitched. The question hung heavily in the air, the weight of it pressing down on both of you. You didn’t know if you could say it, if you had the courage to lay your heart bare. But then, you realized you already had.

“I’m asking you to choose love,” you said softly. “To choose me.”

For a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath. Anthony stared at you, his jaw tight, his eyes filled with a storm of emotions you couldn’t decipher.

His gaze flickered between your eyes and your lips. “You don’t know what you’re asking of me,” he said again, his voice breaking slightly. “You don’t know what it’s like to carry this weight.”

“Then let me carry it with you,” you said, your voice trembling with emotion. “Let me stand by your side. Anthony, you don’t have to do this alone.”

His hands tightened on the desk, his knuckles white. For a moment, you thought he might finally give in, that he might finally let down the walls he’d built around himself.

But then he shook his head, his expression hardening. “No,” he said, his voice firm but hollow. “This cannot happen. I will not allow it.”

“Why?” you demanded, tears stinging your eyes. “Why are you so determined to push me away?”

“Because if I don’t,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, “I won’t be able to stop.”

Before you could respond, his lips crashed against yours, the kiss desperate and full of the emotions he’d been trying so hard to suppress. His hands moved to your waist, pulling you flush against him as though he couldn’t bear the thought of any space between you.

It was overwhelming, intoxicating, and you found yourself clinging to him, your hands tangling in his hair as you poured everything you felt into that kiss.

But just as quickly as it began, Anthony pulled away, his breathing ragged as he stepped back, leaving you cold and disoriented.

“This has to stop,” he said, his voice cracking. “I can’t—I won’t”

“Anthony—” you began, reaching for him.

“No,” he interrupted, his tone final. “I cannot give you what you want. And you… you deserve far more than I can offer.”

And with that, he turned and left, leaving you standing there, your heart shattered and your mind reeling.

You lost.

That was the only thing you thought as you sunk down on the floor, burying your face in your hands as your tears fell.

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it's valentine's day and even though your (arranged) husband has spent thousands on gifts, all you can think about is who he spends the other 364 nights with. @whipwhoops @sweetempathprunetree @momnomnom @investedreader @bloodline1632 @ @darkuni63 @babycandy111

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warning: smut, oral sex (f/m), face-slapping, ass-slapping, unprotected sex, creamie, fingering, rough sex, dirty talking, degradation, dirty talk, mentioning of affairs, alcohol intake, deep throating, gagging,

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“I want a divorce.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day!”

You and Taehyung speak at the same time. Taehyung’s once boxy-like grin slowly drops into a frown. His arm - that was raised for you to take his hand - falls.

“Excuse me?” Taehyung’s deep voice speaks as silence falls around the bedroom. He was expecting you to be excited with everything he’s done around the home. To jump with joy and be ecstatic. Asking for a divorce was the last thing on his mind. 

Your eyes flicker from Taehyung’s to around the bedroom. You weren’t accustomed to having Taehyung be home around this time - he usually comes later into the day. Maybe today being a holiday had him coming home sooner. You want to laugh.

The bedroom is large and now full of flowers all lining up against the walls. Your large bed that you often slept in alone - unless Taehyung came home - is full of rose petals. There’s balloons high into the ceiling, all different shades of pink, red and white.

“You put a lot of effort into coming home today.” you respond, deciding to ignore his question.

Taehyung drops his arm and inhales deeply, his frown slowly deepening. His dark eyes now look straight at you and now you can recognize the man you married.

“Why wouldn’t I come home today?” Taehyung questions. “It’s Valentine’s Day.”

“I’m aware.” you say. “I think we should divorce.”

This time, Taehyung knits his brows as you repeat yourself. You wanted to laugh at the look on his face but decide against it. 

“Why…would we do that?” Taehyung says, taking a step towards you. “Where did you even get that thought from.”

Taehyung proceeds to go deeper into the room to sit on a reclining chair. His legs are spread apart as he watches you. “I did all of this for you.” he says, waving a hand around the room. “Thousands on gifts and-”

“And I want a divorce.” you repeat. “We’re married-”

“-because it both benefits us to be together!” Taehyung interrupts, slamming his hand against the chair’s arm. “Stop speaking nonsense, Y/N, please.”

You scoff at his words. Of course he would think that, and you cannot be angered because he was right. You and Taehyung weren’t together out of love or affection. You and he weren’t a couple before marriage, and you had met him a few times before the two of you were wed. it was purely out of financial gain and nothing else.

“What more do you want, Y/N?” Taehyung snickers with a shake of his head, in disbelief of the way you’re acting. “I allow you to sit at home and spend all my money.”

Your eyes widen at the man. “The only reason why you’re taken seriously is because of my family-”

“Your family what?” Taehyung snaps back, leaning forward in the seat. “Name? All your family had was a name before I came in and saved the day!” he hisses. “You all were broke. Bankrupt. All you have is a good name. You,” Taehyung points a finger at you.”would be nothing without me!”

Maybe it was rude for Taehyung to mention the past and vice versa, yet you two were engaged in a heated argument. Taehyung felt as though you didn’t appreciate him and what he’s done for your family. He didn’t do it alone. It was a secret that your family was broke, but unlike Taehyung, your family name was a powerful one regardless.

Taehyung’s words are laced with venom when he yells at you and for a moment, you’re left stunned. You shouldn’t be - he was right after all. But you wouldn’t be yourself if you didn’t bark back.

“Nothing just like those whores you surround yourself with?” you bite back, voice lowering. You turn away, your eyes looking around at the decorations and gifts surrounding the room.

Taehyung is silent for a moment, his mind replaying your words.

“Is that what this is about?” Taehyung questions, his own voice softening. “Are you jealous?”

“Don’t piss me off, Taehyung.” you snap. “I’ll never be jealous of whatever whores you fuck.”

Taehyung begins to chuckle, shaking his head. “It’s obvious you are.” he says, now more content that he knows what your true problem was. “You aren’t a child, Y/N. I cannot be here to attend to your every waking need.”

You scoff again, shaking your head. You turn away from Taehyung and go towards the bed. You brush the flower petals away, uncaring about anything else the man has to say. 

“I’m here now.”

Taehyung’s voice is suddenly closer and it catches you off guard completely. You turn around and yelp when he’s directly behind you, eyes watching as you fall onto the bed.

“I’m here now…” Taehyung murmurs again.  “...I’m a busy man, Y/N. You know this.”

You inhale, biting the inside of your cheek. 

“I…know.” you murmur back, your body heating.

Taehyung’s and your relationship was…different. Again, you and he weren’t wed out of love. You and him shared a simple kiss at your wedding, mainly for appearances. Your honeymoon was only spent with one sexual night, the both of you drunk and you’re unsure if you truly remember it.

Taehyung himself is handsome and maybe this is why you often find yourself jealous when he goes elsewhere instead of to you. You weren’t a fool, and oftentimes you’d notice the man smelling of (cheap) perfume when he did come home, or little gloss on his clothing that always caught your eye.

“You’re still my wife.” Taehyung steps closer to you as you sit up a bit. “You can…tell me what you want of me.” he says with a tilt of his head. “What do you want?”

You inhale a bit, trailing your eyes away from Taehyung. Your body heats again and you feel embarrassed by just thinking about what you wanted from him. It shouldn’t be far fetched that you, his wife, wanted to spend more time with him. You didn’t want to be trapped in a loveless marriage and you truly did want to make the most of it. 

“Do you sleep with other women?” you question, not answering his question at all. You needed to know this before you asked anything of him.

Taehyung clicks his tongue, his eyes watching you, unblinking. Your question doesn’t catch him off guard now. He understands that you weren’t dumb. He doesn’t do much to hide what he does, as heinous as it sounds. 

However, Taehyung never thought what he was doing was wrong. You were a good wife. You cooked often and the home was always clean when he came home, no matter how many times he suggested a maid. When he needed you by his side for important events, you’d comply and allow him to hold you close and show you off.

Yet, you never made any move towards him. You never questioned him until now, nor showed interest when he’d come home at all hours of the night. When he came into bed, you would allow him to cuddle up against you when he was dozing off to sleep, yet showed no interest in doing anything with him - and he wasn’t going to make a move that would make you uncomfortable. This wasn’t a marriage of love, only necessity. Did that mean you and he couldn’t grow to that point? No. Neither of you just never bothered.

“I,” Taehyung begins, nodding his head a bit as confirmation. “have needs. That I meet with…” he trails off, surely you understand what he speaks of. “Do you?”

You snicker with a roll of your eyes. 

“I wouldn’t be upset-”

“I don’t, Taehyung.” you snap. 

Taehyung sighs. He didn’t want to do this, nor does he understand how you and he got here.

“Why?” you ask after a few moments of silence. 

Taehyung furrows his brows.

“Why do you go to them?” you question further. You cross your arms over your chest as you await his response. 

“It’s just sex.” Taehyung deadpans. Was he acting like a typical man with wealth? His response was so shallow that it even disgusted him. “You…” he doesn’t want to place the blame on you, especially not now when he realizes that you are possibly insecure about the fact now. “...I was waiting for you to initiate.”

You blink.

Taehyung does, as well.

“Was it not obvious?”

Taehyung furrows his brows. “What?”

You uncross your arms and slightly clench your hands.

“We literally laid in bed together countless times. I was half naked!”

Taehyung had noticed, but he just thought that's how you enjoyed sleeping. Who was he to question what you wore to sleep? Even if it did excite him, still, he was waiting for you to come to him to assure that it’s truly what you wanted.

“I…” Taehyung shrugs his shoulders, a tint to his cheeks at how foolish he may sound. “...didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. It’s bad enough you were forced into a marriage. I don’t want you to think you have to do anything for me.”

Now you feel like a bitch.

You groan, falling back against the bed as your eyes cast to the ceiling that’s full of balloons.

Taehyung falls onto the bed beside you, doing the same thing. He interlocks his fingers and places it onto his chest. 

“It was just sex.” Taehyung murmurs, unsure if he’s helping the situation or not. “Nothing more. Never the same girl twice.”

You’re sure that was better than a mistress. You shouldn’t be upset with him, after all. There was a lack of communication between the both of you.

“Do you want to divorce?” Taehyung’s question is silent, his voice coming out as a mere whisper. 

“Do you?” you ask.

“If it’s what you want, I’ll give it to you.” Taehyung answers. 

You scoff. “I’m broke.” you joke, an attempt to lighten the mood.

Taehyung isn’t amused with his own words thrown in his face, even as an act of a joke. 

“I didn’t mean to say that.” he assures. “You wouldn’t be, either. You’ll get paid in the divorce. I’ll make sure of it.”

Your body turns over to face him.

“I want a family.”

You analyze Taehyung’s face when you speak. He doesn’t give much of a reaction at first, but then he does turn towards you just as you did him. 

“Okay.” Taehyung nods a bit. “Anything else?”

“I…want you to be my husband.” you once again bite the inside of your cheek. “A real husband. I want you to come to me if you need anything.”

Taehyung slides his arm to place it around your side, long fingers tapping against your back. He nods his head once more. “I want you to be able to do the same.” he murmurs. “Don’t suffer in silence. Closed mouths don’t get fed, Y/N.”

You can feel your heart thump in your chest when Taehyung smiles your way, his cheeks puffing upwards cutely. You turn your eyes away from him and slowly nod. “What do your whores do for you?”

Taehyung snickers. “They aren’t my whores.” he murmurs. “They’re just…regular whores. They get paid.”

“Paid to do whatever you tell them to?” you question, your eyes scanning Taehyung’s face. “Anything?”

Taehyung licks his lips as he watches you watch him. He doesn’t respond for a few moments, pondering how he could answer you without sounding like a typical wealthy asshole. “I tell them what I want and they give me a price for it.” he answers with a shrug. “Why?”

Why?

You slowly sit straighter. “What do you have them do?” you ponder further.

“Why are you asking?” Taehyung tilts his head.

“Isn’t it obvious?” you retort quickly with a gleam in your eyes. “You should come to your wife if you want anything.”

Taehyung’s pants feel tight but he composes himself. He offers a low grin. “They’re whore’s, Y/N.” he murmurs. His hand reaches upward to slightly lift your chin. “You aren’t. You’re my wife.”

“Isn’t that the point?” you say. “You should come to me if you need anything.”

You move closer to Taehyung. You were making a move - an attempt, at least. He just had to understand what you were saying and he did. 

However, it wasn’t that easy. Not to Taehyung, at least.

“I don’t want to disrespect you.” Taehyung responds after a moment of intense staring. 

“Isn’t…that what you’re already doing?” your lips breakout in a small smile at the irony. You wouldn’t say you were jealous entirely. You would be if Taehyung and you were a couple who married out of mutual love - but that wasn’t the case. 

“Yes, but that’s not what I meant. It’s…” Taehyung stops speaking as your leg wraps around his waist, bringing him closer to you. Your perfume catches his senses and he immediately recognizes it as one of his favorites he bought you from one of his many trips to paris. “...it’s…complicated. You’re my wife and I don’t want to treat you in such a manner.”

You knit your brows. “Treat me like what?” you almost don’t want to ask. What in the world does Taehyung do to these women?

“Like a whore.” Taehyung deadpans. “You’re my wife. I can’t…” he shakes his head. “It’s-”

“What do you do to them?”

“I’m sure you wouldn’t enjoy-”

“Try me.”

Taehyung exhales. You weren’t going to let him get out of this. Things were going good and after the conversation you and he had, it was only going to get better. He didn’t want to ruin that with his perverse mind.

“How about…you show me?” you suggest, a hand placing onto his own face. “And if it’s too much for me, I’ll let you know.”

A low groan comes from Taehyung’s throat. His eyes close for a moment and he speaks. “I…don’t want to hurt you.” he murmurs.

“I’m not a doll, Tae. I’m not going to break easily.” you giggle. “Treat me like you do your whores. Don’t hold back.”

Taehyung is still for a few moments, his wind replaying your words. He doesn’t even allow himself to blink and as he is in this state, you begin to ponder if he was ignoring you. Just what in the world did he do to these women that he was so hesitant to do to you?

Just as you begin to move yourself away, Taehyung blinks. His arm wraps around your waist to keep you close. “I don’t want to hurt you.” he states. “I…as a husband I don’t know what you’re into. That’s fucked, isn’t it?” he snorts.

“I don’t know what you’re into either. We won’t know until we get there.”

“You want me to treat you like a whore…?” Taehyung repeats slowly, assuring that he understands you correctly. 

You nod your head eagerly. “Think of it like…roleplaying, right? It’s just an act.”

“Roleplaying…” Taehyung hums. He supposed you were correct. He wasn’t meeting you in a 2.5-star hotel - because he sure as hell wouldn’t be caught in a motel and 4-5 star hotels were only reserved for his wife - nor was he paying you for your services. “If it becomes too much, we’ll stop.”

You nod your head in agreement. Your lip twitches upwards as you slowly begin to rise on the bed. You're wondering just how much different Taehyung acts when around these whores.

Taehyung rises from the bed as well. He looks down at you at the edge of the bed, sitting with crossed legs. Your hands are back, manicured nails slightly gripping the sheets and there’s a twinkle in your eyes.

Taehyung hums and lifts a hand to slap you in the face. He was testing the waters to see if this is truly what you wanted. He wasn’t opposed to normal sex - you didn’t have to feed his desires.

As for you, your eyes were wide and your cheek stung. Your head is turned and you hadn’t bothered to look back at your husband.

Taehyung grasps your chin with two fingers and lifts your face so your eyes can meet him. “Okay?”

You nod your head, but Taehyung squeezes your chin between his fingers.

“Speak. I need verbal confirmation.” Taehyung demands and there’s something in you that jolts. Your wide eyes remain wide at the switch. Taehyung had never spoken to you like this - with such insistence in his voice. His eyes, already dark, appeared even darker and clouded with something you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

“Yes.”

“Yes…?” Taehyung’s nails now dig into the skin of your chin. His eyes turn to a glare as he awaits your response. “A whore like you should have some manners, don’t you think?”

Your mouth salivates and you nod your head slightly. “Yes, sir.”

Taehyung drops your chin with a hum. “Good,” he says. “strip for me.”

Taehyung isn’t wasting any time, you think. He takes a few steps back and goes back towards the right of the room. He doesn’t bother to watch you after giving you a demand and you’re a bit confused, but maybe this was a part of the roleplay.

Taehyung always leaves alcohol in the bedroom, even when he doesn’t frequently drink in here. He settles on dark liquor and doesn’t bother to pour it in a glass and instead turns to watch you. He opens said bottle and throws the top aside, placing the bottle directly to his lips to take a short swig.

You’re out of your dress and it pools around your feet. Once you take your heels off, Taehyung’s voice reaches you. “Keep them on.”

“Yes, sir.” you murmur, glancing his way. 

Taehyung’s eyes roam the lingerie set you’re wearing, finding that it fits your body perfectly. It’s a lacy, deep crimson color with such intricate patterns for it to not be expensive - he’s positive all on his dime. The bralette cut is deep and tight, your breast pulling out and he can even see a bit of your nipple.

What catches Taehyung’s eye is how thin your panty line is - g string, he notes. One of his favorites - it made tearing them off entirely easy.

“Who are you wearing that for?” Taehyung questions, taking another swig of the dark liquor. It burns his throat in just the right way and he wasn’t even much of a drinker. 

“You.” you breathe out. You felt so exposed for Taehyung that you hadn’t before. This wasn’t a drunken night, even if he was drinking recently. This was a night that you and he would both remember, a night that just isn’t entirely sex.

“Come here.” Taehyung demands. 

You do as you’re told, your heels clicking against the marble floor as you begin to saunter towards Taehyung, hips swinging. 

“Stop!” Taehyung hisses suddenly and you do instantly, shocked by his sudden change in demeanor. “Get on your knees and crawl to me.”

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip. You’re still for a moment, scanning his face. Taehyung doesn’t blink.

You fall to your knees, your hands pressed against the cold floor. Taehyung’s eyes burn into you as you do what he tells you to do. It’s humiliating to literally crawl towards the man, but you do it. You look up at the man as he stares right back down at you, his handsome face causing your body to burn. “Sir…?”

“I think you’re lying to me.” Taehyung announces. “There’s no way your slutty lingerie was for me.”

Your knees are against the marble floor and you’re sitting on your legs. Your hands in your lap squeeze at his words. “I-”

“You wanted a divorce, remember?” Taehyung interrupts, taking yet another swig of the liquor. “You were going to leave me here tonight and give your pussy to someone else, right?”

Your mouth falls open a bit when you attempt to respond. Yet, his words go straight to your core.

“No, sir.” you shake your head. In all honesty, you had worn the lingerie just because. You weren’t expecting Taehyung to want to spend the night with you. You did, however, expect dinner and gifts because if it was one thing he was amazing at, it was giving you exactly what you wanted.

“No?” Taehyung snorts. “You wore this for me?”

Taehyung’s free hand goes to grasp your bra strap and he harshly snaps it. It stings your skin in a way that feels good. 

You nod your head. “Yes, sir.” you respond meekly. 

“So the divorce was a distraction?” Taehyung continues. “To catch me off guard? Or are you lying to me?”

“I’m not lying, sir.” your eyes flicker from his to his pants, the obvious bulge was hard to not notice. Your eyes return to his dark ones and you lick your lips. “I would…” you had to be committed to the bit just as he was. You would be lying to say that this wasn’t making you feel hot. “...I would never give your pussy to someone else.”

Taehyung’s breath hitches. His hand squeezes the bottle in his palm. You were getting good at this, staring up at him with such innocent eyes yet speaking such dirty words.

“I would hope not.” Taehyung’s deep voice responds and without warning the same free hand yanks your hair. He forces you to continue to look up at him. “You belong to me, don't you?”

“I belong to you, sir.” you say back. Taehyung’s lips are pink and look so soft and you longed to kiss him, wanting to know how it’d feel against yours. “You can take me whenever you want. You don’t have to go elsewhere.”

Taehyung’s grip softens a bit at your words, a sense of realism flowing into the roleplay. For a moment, he hasn’t thought about what his actions of finding sex elsewhere would affect you. He assumed that you didn’t care - you never showed that you did until today. Now that he knows that you want him just as much as he wanted you (respectfully in secret) there wasn’t a reason to go elsewhere.

Taehyung’s grip tightens once more. “Whenever I want?” he quips. “Here I was finding whores to satiate my hunger for you. Little did I know the whore I had laying right beside me.”

You gasp when you feel the very lips you wanted on your own. They’re as soft as you imagined and tasted of liquor - but you wanted nothing more than to continue to taste him. 

“Please-” you say when Taehyung removes his lips from yours. “please, sir.”

“What do you want?” Taehyung scoffs.

What didn’t you want, you think. You wanted to taste Taehyung’s lips on your own. You wanted to feel said lips on your skin, marking you as his own. The hand tangled in your hair you had a deep desire to strike your skin once more, leaving behind a stinging feeling of pure bliss.

You wanted it all.

But as of right now, what you wanted the most…

“Please fuck my mouth.”

Taehyung’s cock twitched in his pants. He swallows, his glaring eyes widening a bit at such filthy words coming from those  lips.

Taehyung hisses.  “You’re such a fucking whore, Y/N.” But he shoves you away a bit. He drops the liquor bottle back onto the glass side table and turns his attention back to you. “If you want a cock in your mouth so bad, slut, take it out and do it yourself.”

Your hands tremble a bit with excitement as you tug at his belt. The expensive leather would feel nice against your skin, you think, but you won’t voice it. It takes only a few seconds for you to take his cock out, the tip oozing with pre-cum. You mouth salivates at how beautiful it looks, pink tip and veiny, angrily twitching to be touched.

You’re a beautiful sight for Taehyung, a small hand wrapping around his cock and you waste little time in suckling the tip like the slut you were. He hisses, eyes unblinking as he watches you to his cock in his mouth like a pro. Your cheeks suck in and your eyes begin to close to focus solely on it.

You never truly understood why women enjoyed giving oral sex. Whenever you mingled with your friends during brunch, the conversation of oral sex came up. Too many margaritas and cocktails had them entirely too loose to care about time and place and you were the only person who never had anything to share. 

Not until now. Oral sex with Taehyung was different to anything you’ve done prior. For one, you only did so because it was asked of you, you never truly got onto your knees and begged to do it. Your mouth salivates with each passing second as you take him deeper and deeper into your mouth greedily. 

Your eyes, becoming a bit glossy, blinks up at your husband. Your pussy clenches at the sight of his handsome face drawn in pure ecstasy, his lips parted a bit so he can release short pants. It wants you to do more, to take more of him into your mouth - even if it meant that you yourself couldn’t breathe.

Taehyung finds that it’s hard to keep himself standing upright and he’s now leaning against the side table. He never would’ve guessed you were this slutty - if he would’ve known how willing you were, he would’ve mounted you every chance he could. His closed eyes fluttered open so he could look down at you - a mistake.

Your eyes are already on him, and when they connect you appear to take him further into your mouth. There’s saliva pooling down the corners of your lips and down your chin. Your cheeks are red and your eyes are glossy, but you’re exactly the stunning sight he doesn’t wish to take his eyes off of. 

“I never realized I married such a fucking whore.” Taehyung grumbles out, his hand tangling into your hair so he could rip you off of his cock. He takes everything in him to do this and even his cock angrily twitches.

You gasp, panting when air finally hits your lungs. You blink away the tears, looking up at him between wet lashes.

“How did you learn to suck cock so good, Y/N?” Taehyung questions, placing his cock right onto your cheek.

“Followed tips.” you answer truthfully. 

“Tips?” Taehyung snorts. “From those friends of yours no doubt.” Taehyung’s amused - mainly because he knows these friends. He grew up alongside said friends' families. The partiest children of the wealthiest of families were truly diabolical - alcohol, drugs and sex.

You nod your head a bit, once again innocently blinking up at Taehyung in a way that he wants to fuck right into you. He can’t - not now. “What do you want? You only ever look like that when you’re about to ask for something.”

The corners of your mouth twitches upward. “I want you to fuck my mouth.” you say in the sweetest tone you can.

Taehyung groans, grip tightening on your hair. Was he truly this lucky the entire time and just too blinded to see? Here he thought this marriage was just that of necessity - you wealth and him a powerful name. The entire time he wanted to respect you as his wife, here you are now on your knee’s begging to be treated like a common whore.

Taehyung plunges his cock back into your mouth and does exactly what you ask of him. One hand still in your hair while the other caresses your cheek. He thrusts, your tongue twirling around the shaft and his tip hitting your throat each time that it drives him crazy. He pants - no whore he’s ever experienced would compare to you now.

Taehyung’s cock plunges into your mouth ruthlessly, but you did not care in the world. Even if your throat began to ache and tears sprung into the corners of your eyes. You’re just as positive that you looked a mess with drool pooling down your cheeks, but you were utterly fine with it. As long as Taehyung continued to grunt and moan in such a way, you were content.

It feels like hours when Taehyung springs his cocks out of your mouth and you cough in such an unattractive way. You pant, blinking the tears away as you look up at your husband.

Taehyung’s thigh shakes a bit and he himself is breathing entirely too hard for his own liking. He was moments from cumming, painting your mouth entirely with his seed that he had to stop himself. He didn’t want this moment to end - not yet.

“You’re fucking filthy.” Taehyung pants. “You don’t deserve my cum. I’m still upset with you.”

Your thighs clench together while you licks your lips, savoring his taste. You don’t say anything in response and instead, you’re waiting for his next move.

“Go.” Taehyung pulls his suit pants up - much to his cock’s dismay. He doesn’t bothering buttoning or tightening his belt; he would be fucking you soon enough. “And get on the bed.”

You hadn’t realized your knees ached until you went to move yourself. You winced a bit, but this wasn’t the time to be a little bitch.

“Crawl.” Taehyung reminds.

And you do. Taehyung’s eyes roam the way your body curves as you crawl towards the large bed, his cock throbbing. He licks his own lips, dark eyes fixed on you as you settle yourself onto the bed. 

“Don’t face me.” Taehyung demands. “Put your hands on the bed and your ass up.”

A breath releases from your lips, anticipation running through you. You hear Taehyung’s dress shoes click against the floor as he comes closer to you. Your hands dig into the sheets when his presence becomes evident right behind you. 

“You’re good at following instructions.” Taehyung’s warm breath is directly on the back of your neck. You shiver, the hair on your arms rising. “But don’t think I’m letting you slide about the way you’ve acted earlier.”

Fingers trace the lace pattern of your g-string. Your ass looks amazing in it and suddenly Taehyung ponders just how much lingerie you have sitting in the closet. Usually, you tend to sleep in silk pajama sets that he finds cute - and easy to prevent wanting to put his hands upon you. But this, however, was new to him. 

Taehyung hums - he’d have to make sure to buy you more.

“You,” Taehyung begins, the entirety of his palm placed onto your ass cheek. He squeezes it in his palm. “thought you were going to suggest divorce and then retract it like it was nothing?”

“I-”

SLAP!

You hiss out in surprise when Taehyung’s palm connects with your ass. The action causes a sting to shoot through you - a sting that follows with a moan immediately.

“You thought I was going to let you go,”

Another loud slap echoes throughout the bedroom with the familiar satisfied sting. Your back arches a bit as your hands grip the sheets.

“and embarrass me with a divorce?”

SLAP!

“After all the time and effort I put into this marriage.”

SLAP! Your ass is throbbing but you cannot find it in you to care. Your pussy is leaking and Taehyung knows it.

“I think you did it just to get a rise out of me, huh?” Taehyung questions, slamming his hand down once more on your already flushed ass cheek. “Poor Y/N, stuck in this big mansion all to herself.”

SLAP!

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip and you can no longer suppress your moans. 

“Poor Y/N that spends all of her husband's money.”

SLAP!

“But she wants a divorce because…go on. Speak.”

Taehyung doesn’t slap your ass this time. Instead, his fingers dig into the lacy string and snap it.

“I said speak!” Taehyung hisses, this time slapping your ass the hardest he ever has. 

You cry out at the impact, eyes squeezing shut immediately. Your pussy clenches around nothing and you contemplate defying Taehyung just so he’d hit you again.

“I-I…” you begin. “...I wanted you here with me.”

Taehyung hums. He eyes the flimsy material of the g-string. It’d take nothing for him to push it aside and take you right here. It’s what he wants to do; sink his cock into you and show you just how he treats whore’s. The way his mind immediately flashes with ways he could fuck you in such a disrespectful way excites him - even more so because you weren’t a whore he was ppaying for the night. 

“You’re so needy.” Taehyung tsk’s. His fingers trails down between your legs. The lacy material is soaked with arousal. He trails right where your clit is, the fabric doing nothing to shield you from him. “I can’t be here all the time to tend to you.”

“I-I know.” you huff out, unknowingly widening your legs so you can feel him better against your clit. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?” Taehyung snorts, his fingers rubbing along your clit with more pace. He presses himself against your back and now your chest is pressed firmly against the mattress. His cologne and warmth engulf you entirely, driving you even deeper into bliss. “You tried to divorce me and now…you’re sorry?”

Taehyung’s fingers push the fabric aside so he can feel your throbbing clit against his fingers. You hiss out slowly, your thighs shaking with need. You’re leaking against his fingers and Taehyung has to stop himself from plunging them into his mouth to grab a taste. He twirls your sensitive bud as he speaks.

“You know you can call me whenever you need me.” Taehyung’s breath is against your neck. His nose nuzzles against your nape as his fingers assault your clit. “You’re still my wife.”

You were going to cum. Maybe it was the change in character - the dominant role that Taehyung was playing had subsided, his stern words now becoming more softer as he speaks with you. Possibly it’s the way his free hand lays onto your own hand as you clench the sheets that remind you that Taehyung, at the end of the day, was just playing a role. He was still soft and tender, especially now as his lips kiss along your neck.

“Please fuck me, Tae.” you moan out. You didn’t want to wait anymore - not when Taehyung was driving you crazy. You’re  positive you could handle the dominant part of him that degraded you. This soft side of Taehyung that holds your hand in his while the other rubs along your clit was new and something you couldn’t take.

“You’re so needy.” Taehyung chuckles, but his cock throbs at your request. “I haven’t even gotten the chance to make you cum yet.”

“I want to cum around your cock.” you plead. Taehyung grunts, his hips jerking a bit at your request.

How could Taehyung resist you? He’s fought himself  off of you for long enough - paying for services that he truly wanted from you but was too much of a coward to ask. Now, however, he had you.

Taehyung, in a matter of seconds, snatches his suit pants down once more and centers his cock at your wet entrance. He shudders at how sopping wet you are. How warm your pussy feels. This is better than wrapping himself with a condom to fuck out his frustrations on other woman.

“Shit,” Taehyung curses out as he enters his cock slowly into you. So tight and wet and warm. How he longed to be inside of you since the first (drunken) night you and he shared together. Now that he was only a bit tipsy, he could truly remember this moment.

Taehyung is ruthless now, snapping his hips so that his cock drills deeper and deeper into you. He’s fixed on the way your ass bounces against him, a white ring coating his cock due to your own arousal.

You wished you would’ve spoken up sooner if you knew fucking Taehyung was going to be like this. It’s what you needed, you think, the stress you once felt of having to divorce and ruin your reputation alongside his slowly subsided with each thrust of your husband's cock. 

“Your pussy hasn’t stopped clenching around me.”

Taehyung is glad he sent the help home early - with pay - as he had no intentions of being courteous. He wanted to hear you scream for him as he pounds into you. Skin slapping erupts throughout the large bedroom and it’s no doubt just outside the room, it’d echo throughout the halls.

“This is all you wanted, huh, Y/N? To be fucked good.” Taehyung’s cocky, palms of his hands resting right above your own on the bed, yet his hips continue to jut. “Divorce talk was just for me to fuck the attitude out of you.”

“Your cock feels so good.” you wail out. It slams against your g-spot and shoots a sensation throughout your abdomen. “I wanted your cock for so long;”

Taehyung groans. “Yeah?” he pants. “All you had to do was ask, baby. I would’ve fucked you without hesitation.”

You were cumming, the pet name he gave you wasn’t doing anything to help. Your eyes squeeze shut and you let out a struggle moan as your body twitches against Taehyung’s pounding cock. Arousal leaking out of you and down your thighs, you lay slump against the mattress.

Taehyung pulls out of you, satisfied with the way your thighs twitch. He shakes his head, satisfied with a smirk on his lips. “Made a mess already, baby.”

Taehyung lowers himself. He spreads your thighs further so he has a good look of your wet pussy and he dives immediately into it.

“W-What-”

Your eyes roll when Taehyung’s tongue laps between your folds. Your back arches and he holds you into place. One palm grips your ass, keeping you firmly against his tongue. 

Your chest continues to be pressed firmly against the mattress as Taehyung suckles onto your clit, sloppily spitting and lapping his tongue against it. It was so lewd and filthy; but fuck was it hot.

You tasted so divine and sweet that Taehyung cannot get enough of you. His head bobs back and forth, tongue swirling your clit before diving into your pussy. He does the action back and forth, from your clit to your pussy, to back to your clit.

“Fuck, baby, who would’ve known this sweet pussy I had this entire time.” Taehyung speaks, spitting onto your clit once more just to slide his tongue right onto it.

Your thighs shake. Each time you attempt to remove Taehyung’s greedy tongue from between your legs - as overstimulation flows through you, he’d force himself deeper against you. His palm rubs along your ass as his tongue swirls against your clit. There was no way he could go a day without having you against his tongue - especially now that he knows how good you taste.

To add to your torture, as his tongue assaults your clit, Taehyung enters three long fingers inside of you. 

“T-Tae!” you exclaim, unsure if you could handle both.

“I want you to cum around my tongue just like you did on my cock.” Taehyung demands, pumping his fingers in you.

Fuck, why did Taehyung had to be so hot?

Your eyes squeeze shut just as your pussy clutches around his fingers. He doesn’t attempt to go easy on you and is fully intended to do just as he says he was.

Suddenly, your thigh shakes with pleasure you weren't aware was possible. You curse, letting out shaky breaths as Taehyung tongue continues to twirl as his fingers hit a sweet spot until your cumming all over him again. It comes harder than before, your shut eyes seeing stars behind them. 

“You’re shaking, baby.”

Taehyung’s taunting tone is evident, yet you cannot bring yourself to care. He removes his fingers from inside of you and places them into his mouth and huffs. “So sweet.”

Your body is limp onto the mattress but Taehyung isn't done with you yet. 

“Can I cum in you?”

It’s such a random question that you nearly miss it when he asks. Your head slightly turns and slowly, you nod.

“Fuck.” Taehyung hisses. He flips  you onto your back so he can see the fucked out expression on your face. “You’re so pretty for me.”

You’re positive your husband is lying. Your eyes had to be red from the tears, cheeks puffy. You’re covered in both sweat and saliva from your activities early. There was no way you were pretty.

Taehyung on the other hand, is. He’s also covered in sweat and your juices. His hair sticks to his forehead and his eyes are dark and cloudy - but he remains beautiful.

Your eyes connect with his as if he notices you staring, and instantly, you glance away.

“My gorgeous wife,” Taehyung murmurs, his cock slowly entering you. He wraps both of your legs around his waist as he comes closer to you. His face is inches from yours. “you’ve been so good to me.”

Your body heats at his words, but you have little time to process. Taehyung begins to thrust, his arms embracing you. His lips are on yours in an instant as he pumps his cock into you. You taste yourself on him and you could only groan as your mouth dances with his.

For once, you and he appeared as a married couple. Not acting for the camera or the public - but behind closed doors. The way your hands wrap around his neck to hold him close against you, to the way his own arms cages you against his chest. It all felt real; intimate.

The pleasure is too much for you to handle, having already cummed twice. But the pain that came with the pleasure was amazing, especially coming from your husband. His cock plunges deep inside of you and your pussy couldn’t be anymore excited.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N.” Taehyung mutters against your mouth. His forehead is pressed against yours. “I’ve waited so long to fuck you the way I wanted to.”

You noticed the shift in Taehyung’s demeanor, the dominant side subsiding like before and now he’s just Tae. The husband who you slept beside and held you close, but not too close to cause any discomfort on your end. 

“You can have me whenever you want.” you exclaim, hand on the back of his neck to keep his head pressed against yours. “Only me.”

“Only you.” Taehyung grunts. There was no way he would go back to anyone else now that he has you.

Sloppy thrusts pound into you, pelvis rubbing against your clit. Your stomach clenches and churns and Taehyung feels it just as you do. His cock his deeper and deeper and he clenches his eyes shut, groans releasing from his lips. “Fuck,  I’m gonna cum.”

Feeling cum inside of you never excited you like it did in this very moment. You wrap your legs around his waist tighter, a signal that you indeed wanted every last drop right inside of you.

It takes a few more thrusts, but when Taehyung bursts, he does so with a grunt. His arms tremble a bit at the sensation as your pussy milks him of his seed. 

You hum with satisfaction, arms wrapping tighter around his shoulders as Taehyung’s cum coats your walls. You���re unsure the last time you felt truly satisfied. No orgasm you give yourself can ever compare to the ones you’ve received from your husband.

It takes another ten minutes for Taehyung to remove himself from you and lay beside you. Your eyes are closed and your breathing is stilled, but you aren’t asleep.

“I’m sorry.” 

Your ears perk at Taehyung’s sudden words and slowly, your eyes blink open. 

“For what?” you ask. 

“For not thinking about how you felt.” Taehyung continues. “About…sleeping with other people.”

“Oh.” you murmur. You aren’t sure if you’re truly upset. The marriage wasn’t one of love and it’s something you told yourself constantly. You couldn’t truly be upset that he found other ways to satisfy himself. “I’m not-”

“It’s okay if you are.” Taehyung interrupts. “It was selfish of me and-”

“I’m not upset.” you place a hand onto Taehyung’s chest, turning over to face him. A bit jealous…sure. You’d admit - especially because your husband was so handsome and you notice the stares he’d often get when you and he were together. “I…would prefer it if you stopped.”

“Of course!” Taehyung exclaims, placing his hand over yours and squeezing it. He swallows the lump in his throat. “We should probably do more things as a couple.” he suggests, a tint to his cheeks. “Yeah.” you nod in agreement, a warmth of your own going throughout your body. How the two of you could be shy now after such filthy fucking was almost laughable. “We should.”

Taehyung flashes a lazy grin your way. “I got us dinner reservations. If we leave in 30 minutes we can make it.” he says, a playful tint in his eyes.

“Ugh, you’re telling me this now?” you say with a shake of your head. “I look a fucking mess.”

“I was going to tell you after you opened your gifts. But then you hit me with divorce.” Taehyung lifts your hands to his lips and he places a kiss onto your fingertips. “If we shower together, we’ll be killing two birds with one stone.” he murmurs, knitting his brows suggestively.

You exhale and then mimic his grin. “Fuck it, why not?” you say.