#5/5 stars on yelp would do again

[fineprintlover]

we are NOT dating and will not be but i did get her to admit she’s not going on tinder for her hookups anymore since she got me lolll

[athenamikaelson]

Klaus Mikaelson X Soulmate!Reader x Elijah Mikaelson Written in the Stars-Ch. 27

Word Count- 5.6k

Warnings- SMUT- SHITTY SMUT MIND YOU I’VE NEVER WRITTEN IT BEFORE SUE ME, ****Bloodplay kind of??????****Mentions of burns, mentions of burning bridges, swearing, making out, nudity, sexual thingies, !!!!!!ELIJAH!!!!!! 

A/N- Ya I’m going to hell. This is so bad. I might delete. We all know Elijah gives off Daddy vibes so I want none of you hoes messaging me and telling me his actions are out of character in this chapter. Got it? GOT IT!? 

A/N- for those who don't want to read the smut I wrote where it begins and ends!

Elijah’s pissed. 

He’s like really pissed. 

I’m screwed.

-10 Minutes Earlier-

“You burnt down a bridge?”

“Why didn’t you invite me?”

“I was going to do that.”

I blow out a breath as I glance from Finn, Kol, and then Rebekah. 

“Um, not me,” I gesture to Sage, “We.”

Sage deadpans a look at me and I give her a shrug. 

“Why did you burn down a bridge, Y/n?” 

I turn back towards Finn who seems bewildered.

“We,” I gesture to Sage again, who rolls her eyes, “Burned down the bridge and the bridge’s sign because Sage found out that the wood that created both was made from White Oak…you know…the same White Oak that could kill the lot of y’all.”

“Pardon?”

I turn to Kol who is looking at me skeptically.

“The last of the white oak was burnt down over a millennium ago. We made sure of that.” 

“Brother, it’s true,” Bekah says, “I was going to burn down that bloody bridge myself tonight.”

“How is this possible? How do you know this Rebekah?! And why did you keep it to yourself!?” 

Klaus yells at his sister after being silent for the first time in his life. Elijah on the other hand, who is leaning against the staircase behind him, hasn’t made a peep.  

I eye Rebekah warily and side-eye Sage who side-eyes me.

“The Salvatores!”

I quickly yelp out trying to help Rebekah from having to admit that she had a threesome with both Sage and Demon.

“Yep. I was snooping as I usually do and overheard Damon asking the Mayor about some records about the town's bridge and such. And then Sage here did some digging, the same digging I’m sure Bekah did,” I nod to Bekah who is nodding along with me, “and then that’s when Sage found out from Damon and some records he has at the boarding house that the bridge is made from White Oak.”

I finish my dialogue off with an almost convincing smile and look at the vampires around me. Rebekah gives me a soft smile and nods, agreeing with me, Kol still looks skeptical, as does his Hybrid brother, Finn looks confused, per usual, and Elijah…hasn’t looked away from the wall in front of him in the past 5 minutes. 

Everyone is silent.

“This is the part where you guys say thank you,” I give them an awkward toothy smile.

“Thank you,” Kol yells sarcastically, “Thank you for what?! For one, you burnt down an entire bridge on the ramblings of a vampire that wants to kill our family, and if that’s not bad then you went and burned down an entire bridge…without me. Who do you think you are?”

“Watch it,” Klaus snarls at his younger brother. 

“Who am I?!”

I begin to march over to Kol with my finger pointed and Klaus walks in front of me, stopping me.

“Easy, Astin Min,” Klaus tries to calm me down but I shove past him.

“Who am I? One, I’m the one who just burnt down the thing that would kill you and your entire family. Two, I’m also the one who some weird ass fate thing decided that I’m supposed to carry the souls of your brothers?! AND to remind you all if those two,” I point towards Klaus and Elijah, “were to die, so do I! So if you’re having a fit about me burning down a bridge, literally shut the fuck up because it’s self preservation.”

I rub a hand over my face in exhaustion.

“Y/n, are you alright?”

I take my hand off my face and look at Finn, who is frowning at me, “I’m all good, Finney. Just past my bedtime and incredibly exhausted and not in the mood for that,” I point a finger at Kol, “Right now.”

“What the hell did I do?”

I roll my eyes at Kol’s comment. 

Klaus sniffing the air catches my attention, “Yes, I know. I’ve got to take a shower to get this gas smell off of me.”

Klaus takes a quick stride over to me and grabs my shoulders and his eyes frantically look over my figure, “You’re hurt. Where?”

I try to shrug his death grip but he just holds me in place, “I just got a little burnt from a stray flame. Nothing bad.”

Klaus’ eyes darken, “Where Y/n?”

I shrug off my loose sweatshirt and show him the not so small burn that runs across my upper forearm. 

“Ok, yikes,” I breathe through my nose as I process how it kind of actually stings like a bitch, “Not so little.”

Klaus releases a growl and he quickly goes to bite his wrist but I stop him, grabbing his hand. 

“Nope. Every little booboo I get doesn’t need your blood.”

Klaus narrows his dark eyes at me.

“Y/n, to be honest with you, the little “booboos” you always have aren’t as little as you think they are,” Rebekah comments with a judging look.

“You’re being delusional,” I scoff. 

“Were you not shot?”

I gasp at Finn’s words.

“Phineas, I told you that as a secret.”

Finn frowns and mumbles an apology. 

“Secret? You quite literally told me that 30 minutes ago,” Sage raises an eyebrow at me.

“Yes and?”

“We met 40 minutes ago.”

I suck on my teeth. Oh. 

“Wait, you got shot?”

I side-eye Kol, “No.”

I hear Kol mutter something but I don’t pay attention as I watch Elijah shake his head and walk back up the staircase, his left hand gripping the bannister as he goes. 

“All of you leave,” Klaus’ voice booms, and I nod and begin walking towards the door.

“Bloody hell, luv. Not you,” I feel him grab my hand and pull me back towards him. 

I hear Kol mutter something again before leaving the room, Sage and Finn both look at me and Sage sends me a small smile before looking back up to Finn with stars in her eyes. Finn stops for a moment before me and raises his hand. He pauses it midair, as if he’s not quite sure of his movements, but then he places his hand on my shoulder and squeezes.

“Thank you, Y/n. You’ve given me something I’ll never be able to thank you enough for…but I will try to repay you for this.”

I smile at Finn, “All in a day's work, Phineas. No need to thank me.”

Finn lifts his hand and spares his brother a fleeting glance before leaving the room with Sage in tow. 

“Bloody hell, everyone in this family is so dramatic,” I look over Klaus’ shoulder to where Rebekah is leaving the room. 

“Good night Rebekah,” I call and she waves her hand.

“I should probably go check on Elijah,” I say to Klaus, and begin to move past him, but as I graze his shoulder, a gasp escapes my lips as I’m whipped back around and Klaus’ lips are pressed onto mine. 

It takes me a moment before I process what’s happening, but after a second I’m drowning in Klaus’ lips. I reach my hand up and run my fingers through Klaus’ dark blonde hair and suck in a breath as I feel Klaus’ toungue fight its way into my mouth. I don’t put up a fight and open my mouth slightly more to grant him leeway. He uses this opportunity to sink his tongue into my mouth and massage my tongue with his. I feel Klaus’ hand lower from my upper back down towards my ass and it doesn’t take him but another second to use his big hand to squeeze it, making me gasp.

“Fuck,” Klaus takes his toungue from my mouth and uses his teeth to pull on my lower lip.

“You’re perfect.”

I feel the tips of my ears warm at his comment and I use all my strength to shove him slightly back.

“You’re distracting.”

Klaus’s blue eyes are no longer dark, instead they have a small shine in them that makes them look similar to a small pond in springtime. 

Klaus leans down to meet my eye level, “You seem to like how distracting I am.”

I fight back a smirk, “Shut up, Mutt.”

Klaus smiles at me. Not his usual smirk, or his annoying ass snarl, but an actual smile. 

“You should do that more,” I point to his face and his eyebrows furrow.

“Do what?”

“Smile.”

Klaus smirks, “I do smile a lot.”

I shake my head, “Nah, you smirk a lot. Like you’re doing right now. I mean an actual smile. You have a pretty one.”

My comment seems to have taken Klaus aback and he clears his throat, “I am not pretty.”

I smirk at him, “Oh yes you are. You’re so pretty.”

I don’t give him the chance to rebut my statement as I lean forward and place a quick kiss to his warm cheek. 

I quickly move past him and head towards the stairs where Elijah went. 

“Thank you,” Klaus’ voice comes from behind me. 

“For calling you pretty? Anytime,” I turn over my shoulder and wink at him and he rolls his eyes.

“No. Not for that. For burning the white oak and protecting myself and my family.”

I shrug, “All in a day's work.”

—

I release a shaky breath as I knock on Elijah’s door. I hum to myself as I wait for a response and it takes another moment before I hear a low, “Come in.”

I grab the nob and gently open the door. I’m not quite sure why I’m being so cautious. I’m not scared of Elijah by any means but I just have an uneasy feeling in my stomach. It’s been there since I saw him make his way up the stairs earlier. 

I open the door and step in. I glance around the dimly lit room, and a smell of leather, bourbon and something earthy fills my nose. 

“Elijah?”

“What, Y/n?”

I whip my head to see Elijah exiting from an adjoining room. His suit jacket is off and his white button up is rolled up at the elbows. I watch as he walks behind a dark wooden desk and sits down in a maroon leather chair. He grabs a glass bottle of some dark liquor and pours it into a glass. 

I continue to watch silently as he downs the glass in one go and then begins to pour himself another. 

“Are you alright?”

Elijah holds the glass in his hand as he leans back in his chair. For the first time tonight he finally meets my eye.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

His normally calm gaze his gone and replaced by a look I’ve never seen on him before. It unsettles me. I’m not sure if in a good way or bad.

“You left quite quickly,’’ I say softly. 

Elijah is silent for a moment, giving me more time to glance around his room. Dark wooden bookshelves line the walls from corner to corner, filled with hundreds of books that appear to be of all ages. A grand stone fireplace is at the forefront of the room, and a small couch is planted in front of it, and a king-size bed with dark blue bedding is to my left. All of it is so him. So, Elijah.

“Hmm.”

Elijah’s hum almost sounds sarcastic, which makes me raise an eyebrow at him. 

“What?”

Elijah looks back towards his drink and mixes it, “How's your burn?”

I eye the red burnt skin on my arm and then slit my eyes at Elijah.

“It’s fine. Why do you ask?” 

My answer seems to have amused Elijah because he huffs out a laugh and then downs the rest of his drink. 

He puts the glass back down so hard I’m surprised it didn’t shatter.

“Why do I ask? Why did I ask?!” 

Elijah runs a hand over his face and then undoes the top two buttons of his shirt. He stands up from his chair and places his hands atop his desk and stares at me. His dark brown eyes are black in this light and I notice the frantic ticking in his jaw. 

Oh.

He’s pissed. 

“Elijah…did I do something to make you mad?”

I take a small step into the room and Elijah’s eyes mark every move I make. With Klaus there were many moments where I felt like the prey and he the predator, but never with Elijah. Not until now. Something about the way his left index finger keeps tapping his desk, his clenched jaw, and his dark eyes make me feel like he could pounce at any moment and I wouldn’t be able to do anything. 

“Did you?”

Again his reply comes out almost mocking and if I weren’t dealing with a ticking time bomb right now I’d probably yell at this bitch.

“Elijah, if I did something to make you upset I need to know what that thing is before I can apologize,” I try to reason with him as I take another cautious step forward.

Elijah tilts his head, “And if I said I didn’t want your apologies?”

Ok. Now I’m getting annoyed.

I shrug, “Then I can just leave you to be in your mood and we can talk tomorrow when you want to discuss things like adults.”

Elijah’s lips twitch into a dark smirk, “Like adults? Really? And who exactly here is an adult? You?”

I frown at Elijah’s tone, it’s something cruelly sarcastic and for the first time since meeting Elijah I realize I’ve never seen him this unnerving. And I’ve literally watched him murder people. 

“Why are you being like this?”

Elijah moves his hands off his desk, stands to his full height, and begins to move from behind his desk. I watch with bated breath as he comes around the desk to stand in front of it. He leans back against it, using his arms to hold himself up and places his right leg over his left. If someone were to walk in right now, it would almost appear that he was relaxed or casual, but as soon as they’d notice the gleam in his dark eyes, they knew they’d have been mistaken. 

“Come here,” He says simply. 

I furrow my eyebrows and shake my head, “What? No. You don’t get to just beckon me after being rude.”

“Y/n, come.”

His tone leaves no room for argument so I do what he says. God I’m a little bitch. 

I take a few steps forward and eye the man in front of me, Elijah watches my every move like a hawk.

I stamp my feet into the ground and pretend to bow, “Happy now.”

Elijah narrows his eyes, “Don’t be a brat.”

I choke on my words at the tone he uses to say “Brat.” God Damnit. Wait.

Am I turned on right now?

No. 

No?

Definitely not. 

I think…

“I am not a brat,” I counter.

Elijah raises an eyebrow and then raises his hand and uses his index finger to call me closer.

“No. If you want to be fucking face to face you come over here,” I finally stand my ground. 

Not thinking he would actually listen to me, you could imagine my surprise when he pushes himself off the desk and practically stalks towards me. My mind pretty much goes blank as he comes to stand so close, the tips of our shoes are touching. 

We’re both silent as we stare back at one another. Or more so I slightly glare at him while he accesses me.

“Do you know how irresponsible you were tonight?”

I frown, “Excuse me? What the fuck do you mean irresponsible?”

“I think it would be in your best interest right now if you watched that mouth of yours. I’m already fighting back every thought in my mind to not punish you for the actions you’ve made tonight. Those nasty words coming out of your mouth are not easing any of those thoughts.”

Punish me? Who the fuck is this guy and where is my sweet blushing Elijah?!

“Elijah dude, I think you just need to chill out, alright?”

Elijah’s upper lip twitches and I realize I’ve said the wrong thing.

“Number one, Gemæcca, I am not your dude. So stop referring to me as such, and number two, I will not “chill out” especially after how childish you acted tonight.”

Alright fuck this guy. 

Oh, I’m sure you want to freak. 

Shut up!

“Is this about the fire? Is this why you’re being such a dick right now?”

My language seems to piss Elijah off even more, “I’m being a “dick” right now because my mate seems to have no sense of self preservation or thought.”

I clench my hand over and over again to not start throwing punches with this bitch. 

“What did you just say to me,” I bite out.

“I said I was done with dealing with you, just throwing yourself into stupid and idiotic situations when your life is too fragile. Niklaus may get proud and turned on enough to swallow your tongue in our foyer at the thought of you putting yourself into danger like you did tonight,” Elijah leans down so our faces are a mere few inches apart, “But I assure you, I do not.”

Oh so he heard that. Oops. 

“Well, maybe I let Klaus stick his tongue down my throat because unlike you he doesn’t treat me like a child, Elijah. Ever think of that?”

Elijah narrows his eyes at me, “I do not think of you as a child. But, when you make childish decisions that put you into harm's way-”

“I can make my own decisions, Elijah!”

“Just because you can doesn’t mean you always fucking should!”

Elijah’s booming voice shocks me and makes me step back. 

He must’ve realized he went too far because his face drops slightly, and he rubs his hand over his face again. 

“Elskan I-”

“No, Elijah, don’t apologize. I should be the one apologizing to you, how sorry I am that you had to end up with such a childish annoyance as a mate. Sad and poor Elijah,” I fake a frown and then go back to glaring at the man. 

Elijah’s face darkens and he closes the gap between us and before I can react his hand is grabbing my lower face, “Your existence has never and will never be an annoyance to me. Do you understand that, Y/n? Never. Do you not realize the decisions you make don’t just affect you but everyone around you? If something were to happen to you, if you were to,” He releases a harsh breath, “If you were to die, do you not understand the pain and ruin you would be leaving behind? What of Theo? What of your friends? What of Klaus or I?”

Elijah uses both of his hands to push my face closer to his, “Y/n, I need you to understand this, if you were to perish…I would not survive it,” Elijah clenches his jaw and shakes his head as if just the thought of me dying is too much for him to bear, “Do you know I’ve already decided what I would do if something were to happen to you? I would make my brother dagger me in my heart and put me out of my bloody misery because leaving in my mind and being cursed by that bloody dagger until the end of time would still be an easier burden to bear than having to wake up every morning knowing that I would never lay eyes on the love of my life ever again.”

I don’t even realize I’m crying until Elijah’s thumb brushes away a stray tear.

“So yes I am mad, Y/n. I am enraged that you do not realize that every fleeting decision you make, every wound you collect,” He grabs my arm and makes me look at my burnt skin, “Isn’t the most horrifying thing to me. When I saw you walk in smelling like smoke, and burnt skin, I couldn’t bear it. I can’t bear it. Never in a thousand years have I felt the type of pain you bring me.”

I stare wide-eyed at Elijah and don’t speak. I don’t speak because I truly, for the first time in my entire life, have no idea what to say.

Elijah must realize this because after a moment of silence, he leans down and places a soft kiss right next to my lips, he leans back slightly and looks at me, and I lean back into him. Elijah leans down again but this time kisses my lips. He leans back after a moment with a clenched jaw. 

“You smell like my brother.”

I reach my hand up and run it along his face, “Then make me smell like you.”

*start of smut*

In a flash my body is moved so my back is pressed to Elijah’s front and his mouth is attached to my throat. I release a low moan as Elijah's teeth graze my neck and I angle my head so he can have better access. He takes this opportunity to run his tongue along my throat and this is when I feel his sharp canines graze my skin.

“You can,” I turn my head to look at him, which was honestly a mistake because the crazed look in his eyes is making me feel things I don’t even think I felt while reading Fifty Shades. 

Elijah shakes his head, “Did I not just talk to you about wounds?”

I shake my head, “You can heal me after, do it Elijah. I want you to.”

Dark veins appear under Elijah’s eyes and I reach out to run my finger over them, making Elijah release a low groan. Elijah pulls me in by my hair and smashes his lips to mine. A fast movement later and Elijah has his hands on my ass and my legs are wrapped around his neck as he carries me to his desk. 

His mouth is still on mine as he swipes a hand over his desk and everything on it goes flying off. I hear glass breaking, which turns my attention, and I go to say something, but Elijah sucking and kssing my neck makes my mind go blank.

“Holy fuck,” I feel myself clench my legs together but am blocked by Elijah’s frame.

I feel Elijah’s smirk before I hear it, “Language, Elskan, or I’ll stop.”

“Oh God, please don’t.”

Elijah places another kiss to my neck before looking back up to me. It takes me only a moment to realize he’s checking to see if I’m alright.

“I said you could, Lijah” I stretch my neck so he has more room.

Elijah slowly nods his head and begins to press more gentle kisses to my neck but as I feel his fangs graze my neck, I release a deep breath. Not another second goes by before I’m closing my eyes in pain, from the sharp searing in my neck. I release a shaky breath but oddly enough the pain starts to change into…something more pleasurable after a moment. Don’t get me wrong it still hurts like a bitch but with the mix of Elijah’s sucking, his toungue cleaning the wound, and his hands: which have now found themselves massaging my underwear line, all of it is so…fucking good.

Elijah licks up my neck once more before standing back and staring at me.  I feel a cold liquid run down my neck and I watch as a line of dark crimson blood flows from my neck down over my chest and through the valley of my breasts, staining my white pajama top. And holy fuck I’d be lying if I said this wasn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen.

I look up to Elijah…I stand corrected. The blood was the second hottest thing, because the look on Elijah’s face right now, a look of pure depravity, is definitely the hottest thing that I have ever laid my eyes on. 

“Poetry was created to describe women that look like you.”

Elijah’s words come out rushed and breathless as he runs his eyes over my body, as if he can’t believe he’s seeing me like this. And honestly if you told me 20 minutes ago I’d be bleeding on Elijah’s desk all hot and bothered I’d laugh in your face. But right now all I want is this man between my legs and his lips on mine. 

Never thought I’d say those words either.  

Elijah takes a step towards me and but stops as he sniffs the air.

“What?”

Fuck right now would be a horrible time to forget deodorant. 

“You smell like gasoline,” Elijah says darkly.

“Oh…sorry.”

“Take your shirt off,” He takes a step forward and I notice the dark look he had on his face from before is back.

“Take my…”

“Your shirt. Take it off.”

Elijah’s words come out simple and harsh and without even thinking about it I grab the hem of my night shirt and pull it over my head and toss it behind me. 

“Good girl. Now the pants.” 

I raise my eyebrows in surprise.

“Excuse me? You do it,” I say bewildered.

Elijah quickly steps forward and within a second he fucking RIPS my sleep short into two leaving my sitting on his desk in my fucking bra and undies.

“Elijah, I meant you take off your pants!”

Elijah leans back and his eyes slowly make their way down my body and oddly enough I don’t feel an ounce of shame. Usually when it comes to my looks and body there's always that voice in the back of my head telling me that I’m too ugly or too much in some places but right now, right here with Elijah I don’t hear that voice. All I can focus on is the man before me who is looking at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. 

“I much prefer you without pants than myself,” Elijah remarks and I use my foot to push him slightly.

We stare at each other for a moment before Elijah gets a gleam in his eye and he leans down to press a soft kiss to my cheek. He then kisses my lips, then my neck, then the valley between my breasts taking the moment to swipe a finger over my blood and painting it across my chest, he then presses that hand onto my chest and pushes me so I’m laying flat on my back, I stare at the ceiling as I continue to feel Elijah plant kisses over my stomach. I feel his hand grab my ankle and I lean up on my elbows to watch as he places a chaste kiss to my inner ankle. 

“What are you doing,” I give him a tilt of my head, and a nervous smile.

Elijah smirks and I watch confused until he drops to his knees in front of me. 

Oh. 

OH!

“Elijah, what are you doing?”

A squeak leaves my mouth as Elijah grabs my thighs and pulls me to the edge of the desk. 

Elijah places a kiss to my inner thigh, “I want to show you just a fraction of how you make me feel. Can I?”

Fuck we love a man that asks for consent.

“I’ve never…I mean no one's ever…,” I gesture towards down there hoping he gets the idea and Elijah’s eyes darken. 

“I’ve guessed.”

I don’t really take offence to that because I quite literally scream “VIRGIN.”

“You don’t have to,” I shake my head. 

Elijah gives me a bewildered look, “Trust me, Elskan. The image of me between your legs is something that has haunted my greatest dreams and nightmares since the moment Rose-Marie brought you to me. This will be more of a gift to me than it will be to you. I give you my word.”

All I do is nod, because HOLY HELL.

“Words Elskan. I need words,” Elijah chastises.

“Yes. Um, yes, please.”

As soon as the words leave my mouth, Elijah’s mouth presses itself to my clothed core. 

“Holy shit!”

I throw my head back onto the desk as I feel Elijah swipe his tongue over my core through my now very soaked underwear. I let out a sound I didn’t even know I could release as I feel Elijah’s tongue take one more swipe, starting from my clit to my hole. 

I loud snap and a wave of cold air against my cunt makes me realize Elijah just ripped another piece of my clothing. I go to chastise him, but go fucking blank in the mind as I feel Elijah finger run itself through my folds. 

“Oh fuck, Elijah,” I breathe out through shallowed breath.

“You’re doing so good, Elskan. Smell so fucking sweet. I bet you taste even sweeter.”

Elijah’s words only make me close my eyes and pray that any of my dead ancestors are not watching this sinful act.

Like he’s been starved his entire fucking life Elijah dives his head into my core and swipes his tongue everywhere. 

My eyes roll to the back of my head.

“I was right,” I hear Elijah say to himself, “Just like nectar.”

Elijah doesn’t give me a second to adjust because the next thing I feel is his thick finger enter my throbbing hole. 

“So tight, so perfect,” Elijah says as he massages my inside with his finger and- 

“OH FUCK!”

Elijah’s finger curls inside me and if every Smutty book I’ve read is true then I’m pretty sure he just hit that spot. 

Elijah fucking chuckles! And then dares to enter another finger. I let out a breath of pain at the sudden tightness but release a breath of pleasure as Elijah leans down and begins sucking on my clit. 

A tight feeling builds in my lower gut and I feel like I can’t breathe.

“Elijah…I-”

“Let go for me Elskan, I want to see you cum on my fingers.”

Elijah’s nasty mouth, literally, is all I needed to hear before an unbearable wave of pleasure flows through me and I feel my whole body tighten.

“Elijah!”

I throw my head back onto the desk in exhaustion as my lungs fight for breath.

I feel Elijah presses a soft kiss to my center, making me squirm from sensitivity. 

“You did so well, My love.”

*End of smut*

I absentmindedly nod as I feel Elijah pick me up bridal style. I open my eyes as Elijah places me carefully on my two shaking feet. He presses a soft kiss to the side of my face before walking over to a white claw foot tub. Oh. We’re in his bathroom. 

I watch half naked and kind of self-conscious now as Elijah turns the tub on, and adds soap, making the water bubble up. 

“Come,” He reaches out his hand for me to take and I fight the urge to crack a joke at his words. He gives me a look which I’m guessing means he already knew I was going to tell a joke. I take his hand and slowly dip down into the warm water.

A low hiss escapes my mouth as my core touches the water and I feel a sharp pain. 

“You might be sore for a little while,” Elijah comments as he comes to sit beside me. He reaches his hand to the latch of my bra and I nod giving him the okay to take it off. As he slides the bra straps down my arms, he places feather like kisses to my shoulder. 

“Was I too rough,” His words come out hushes as if he’s afraid of my answer. 

I shake my head, “No,” I lean down into the water so the bubbles come up to my upper chest, “You were good.”

Elijah chuckles, “Just good?”

I shrug playfully, “I’d give you a good 7.5.”

Elijah lets out a loud laugh, “Oh really? I must have misheard you because I thought I heard you scream out my name over half a dozen times. My mistake.”

I use a sud-covered hand to shove him. 

“How is it that I’m completely naked and you’re still dressed in head to toe Versace?”

Elijah shrugs, “Is that a problem?”

I lean forward and start undoing his buttons, “You could at least lose the button up.”

Elijah smirks but still agrees as he undoes his top leaving him in a wife beater.

Elijah takes a glass from beside him and fills it up with water before pouring it over my hair. I lay back and close my eyes as Elijah makes work with shampooing my hair, his fingers massaging circles into my scalp.

“Feels. So. Good.”

—

My eyes open briefly as I feel myself being carried again.

I look around confused for a moment before I hear Elijah’s voice.

“Go back to sleep, Elskan. Everything’s alright. I’m right here.”

Hmm. 

I like the sound of that. 

[kefiteria]

I mean, if you’re looking for a cute headcannon prompt, I think Sebek reacting to being accidentally courted is cute and funny

How You (Accidentally) Court Sebek Zigvolt and Break His Brain In Seven Faeromantic Steps🪻

pairing: Sebek X Reader!

tags: fluff, accidentally overpowered in love rituals, 200% more flustered Sebek

Step 1: You Give Him Moonfruit Wrapped in White Heather

Your intention: “Funky lil night snack. Enjoy!”

Sebek's brain: ‘MOONFRUIT WRAPPED IN WHITE HEATHER??? THEY MIGHT AS WELL HAVE KNELT WITH A RING.’

Cue Sebek (audibly choking): “Y-YOU… W-WHAT POSSESSED YOU TO OFFER SUCH A THING?!”

You: “…Vitamin C?”

Sebek (frantic whisper): “The last person who gave this to someone started a war over fae marriage rites!”

He doesn’t sleep that night. He lies awake. Holding the fruit like it's a cursed object.

Then buries it. Then digs it up again. Then buries it deeper.

Step 2: You Buff His Armor With Hawthorn Oil 🛡️

Your intention: “✨Spa Day for Iron Armor✨”

Sebek's reaction: Full body STIFFEN. Actual shudder. Like you just ran a love confession down his spine.

Sebek (yelping): “HAWTHORN?! OIL?! ON MY ARMOR?! D-DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU’VE DONE?!”

You: “…Cleaned it?”

Sebek (face redder than a lava core): “YOU’VE BOUND YOUR PRESENCE TO MY BATTLE AURA!!”

He immediately tries to remove the oil. But it’s absorbed.

The armor now smells like you. He panics harder.

He starts considering exile.

🌿 Step 3: You Tuck Honeysuckle Behind His Ear

Your intention: “You look like a stressed-out romance novel character. Here.”

Sebek: Broken. Utterly. Devastated. Spiritually compromised.

Sebek (hissing): “D-DO NOT PLACE SYMBOLIC BLOOMS UPON MY FACE!!”

You: “Why not? It’s cute.”

Sebek: “CUTE?!? IT’S A SYMBOL OF POSSESSIVE DESIRE IN COURTSHIP—DO YOU WISH TO BE TRIED BY THE FAE LAWS OF HONOR?!”

He doesn’t remove the flower.

He just blushes so hard it wilts off his skin.

🌼 Step 4: You Leave Him a Bouquet of Primroses at Twilight

Your intention: “He seemed cranky. This is my flower-language for ‘chill out, king.’”

Sebek’s response: Completely silent. Holding the bouquet like it’s an explosive.

Sebek: “Why… why would you give me…seven primroses…under the star's first gaze…?”

You: “…That’s how many I could pick before my fingers got cold?”

Sebek (voice cracking like broken glass): “You just performed a sacred vow exchange ritual accidentally.”

He almost gives them back. Then realizes giving them back would worsen it.

He walks around holding them like cursed relics. Silver tray and all.

🍀 Step 5: You Weave Sweet Clover into His Hair

Your intention: “You’ve got a beautiful hair. Let me style it. This is a gift to me.”

Sebek’s reaction: Full fae knight system crash.

Sebek (hyperventilating): “W-WHY WOULD YOU TANGLE A CROWN OF CLOVER INTO MY SCALP?? D-DO YOU LONG TO BE WED IN THE FAE MANNER?!”

You: “Oi calm down, I was making you Pinterest-core!”

He freezes so hard he stands in the hallway for ten straight minutes.

Silver sighs walking past him. Malleus tilts his head. Lilia takes a photo.

❄️ Step 6: You Leave a Snowdrop at His Door at Dawn

Your intention: “He’s up early. I’m up early. We’re just ✨early✨”

Sebek’s reaction: He doesn’t see the flower. He sees his entire romantic destiny laid bare on stone.

Sebek (whispering): “A…dawndrop…by my threshold. Their promise of guidance through hardship. S-soft petals…soulbound intention…”

You: “What.”

Sebek (wheezing): “WHY MUST YOU WOO ME AT SUNRISE?!!”

He ends up carrying the snowdrop in his glove all day like it’s a holy relic.

He refuses to explain why. No one believes him anyway.

🌹 Step 7: You Drop a Red Rose Petal on His Desk

Your intention: “Aesthetic.”

Sebek’s interpretation: YOU JUST GAVE HIM YOUR HEART AND DECLARED JOINT MILITARY ALLIANCE.

Sebek: “A single petal. The sign of blood-sworn unity on a chosen battlefield. You—You’ve waged love upon me!!”

You: “…Do you need a nap?”

He straight up knocks over the desk and declares a 24-hour vow of silence.

No one knows if he’s praying or crying.

The Grand Sebek Breakdown

Finally, at the end of this romantic rampage, Sebek corners you in the library, cloak flaring, ears red, and he SLAMS his hands on the table:

Sebek: “ARE YOU COURTING ME—OR DO YOU SIMPLY HAVE A DEATH WISH?!!”

You: “Huh? I gave you fruit, flowers, and hair clips. You’re acting like I proposed under a blood moon.”

Sebek (sputtering, vibrating): “THOSE ARE PROPOSALS UNDER A BLOOD MOON!! IN FAE TERMS!! IN MY CULTURE!! YOU’VE PERFORMED SEVEN RITES!!”

You: “… That explains a lot, actually.”

He short-circuits. He just turns around and walks directly into a bookcase.

Silver sighs again. Lilia’s laughing so hard he falls out of the rafters.

[chrissv4mp]

Can I request a billie smut relating to her song oxytocin since I haven't seen anything of it yet, maybe just including the lyrics too like maybe she says to reader "I can see it clear as day, you don't really need a break. Wanna see what you can take." And "I wanna do bad things to you, wanna make you yelp." Kinda pervy!billie in a way ???

౨ i wanna do bad things to you, don't wanna treat you well ৎ

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★ a loud cry falls from your kiss-swollen lips as you clench around her fingers. they never stop, though, instead picking up the pace as her thumb comes up to rub at your clit. a chorus of choked moans and whimpers fill the room and your girlfriends ears, and she smiles as she watches you squirm underneath her, "can't take n'more, bils—fuck—mhh, please, i can't.."

her lips press to your jawline softly, a contrast to how hard she was fucking you with her fingers. she coos gently into your ear, whispering praises. but as your hands begin to push her away, she pins them above your head with her free hand, "yes, you can. you don't really need a break, mamas.. i know you can give me a few more, yeah?"

a few more. she said that 5 orgasms ago, and you bet she wouldn't stop for another 5 more. your mascara was ruined, tears running down your cheeks and staining them. billie was relentless, and she hadn't stopped since you both set foot in the privacy of your bedroom. you weren't complaining, though, every time she was like this, you would always see stars.

the only downside to this was that you could never find yourself denying her. those pouty lips and big, innocent eyes she gave you. you know that look in her eyes is fake, but you still give in every time, and this is the outcome almost always. she was just so fucking gorgeous, you didn't know how anybody could say no to her, "wanna see what you can take,"

"wanna break you, ruin you for anyone else. 'ts 'cause you're mine." she mutters, and her tone almost makes it seem like she's angry. but she's far from that, she's fucking ecstatic that she was able to get you like this. your legs trembled, waterline filling up with more tears, wrists struggling against her own, and your pussy clenching tightly around her fingers.

a quiet sob went right to her ear, and that just encouraged her torture on your swollen, sensitive pussy. billie licked a long stripe from your neck down to your clit, pressing a soft kiss onto the puffy bud before wrapping her lips around it. she'd done the same action countless times before during this one session, but it feels like the first time you're getting butterflies from it, "i wanna do bad things to you. fuck, m'gonna make it so you struggle walking tomorrow, ma."

your breath hitches once again, and billie smiles against your clit as she feels your walls flutter around her two fingers. she thrusts them in and out over and over again, and you finally let go as she curls them deep inside of you, "fuckk!—oh my god, oh my—bils, i—" her fingers slide out of you, only for her tongue to dip inside of your entrance. she moans at the taste of you, eyes rolling back as she hooks her arms under your thighs to pull you closer. her voice is muffled, and you can just barely hear her over your gasps and the loud squelching sound of your pussy, "my girl. mhh, you taste s'good."

authors note: hmu pervy!billie !!!!

wc: 533🗣🗣

@livialifesblog @mseilishmwah @mxqdii @sophloveswomen @devynscomet

[captainsamuelmorrigan]

Poolverine/Deadclaws

[Fluff/Angst with a happy ending]

I just think about Wade BEGGING Logan to let him sleep in bed with him. Logan just shakes his head every time, "You don't wanna do that, bub."

But Wade VERY MUCH does. He would literally kill to sleep with Logan, either way he takes that. Well, he'd literally kill someone regardless, that's his job, but you know!! He wants to run his bumpy, scarred fingers through Logan's chest fur so bad. He daydreams about big spooning his Honey Badger, sliding his arms around him and pressing his front to Logan's big, strong, and warm back. He only feels a little horny about it. A normal about of chubbing up about it.

He begs Logan for weeks, getting on his knees for all the wrong reasons. He hasn't wanted anything this bad for at least a few months! He's desperate.

Like most things in Wade's life, it happens at an unexpected and probably bad time. They had had a mission go bad, both bloodied, and ended up showering and finding comfort in bed with each other. They hardly spoke. It just mattered that they were physically touching. They were both still here. Wade got his Wolverine snuggles, and everything was alright again.

Well, until around 4 in the morning. Wade woke up to three adamantium alarm clocks punching through each of his lungs. It hurt like a bitch. He coughed blood right onto Logan's face. Gross. He definitely wasn't getting invited back to bed after this. He weakly tapped the furry man's shoulder. "Logie-bear, I was expecting some penetration tonight, but I like the pre-made holes played with a little more."

Logan growled in his sleep before the taps brought him back to consciousness. His eyes flipped open, and his expression changed from anger to horror in an instant. "WADE! Wade, I'm so sorry-" The claws withdrew, drawing another wet cough out of Wade. "Please, please, stay with me." He started to gather the sheets to press against Wade's chest, his hands slippery and red. "Althea!! Help! Please!" His eyes were wild, scared, and firmly on Wade. "We'll fix this. I'll fix this!" He turned towards the door again, yelling louder. "Althea!! Help me!!"

Wade was a little stunned. What was going on? He patted Logan's arm, trying to get 400 pounds of superhero off of him. He coughs out an "Off!"

Logan looked at him like he was crazy. "Fuck you if you think I'm letting you die here."

Wade tried to push him off again, smearing blood onto Logan's hairy chest. He sputtered, trying to get words out, but the air wasn't quite doing what he wanted yet. Drowning in blood sucked! 0/5 stars on Yelp for sure.

Al knocked loudly on the door. "Logan? You okay in there?" Logan leaped to unlock the door, allowing Wade to sit up a little bit, his flesh starting to really knit back together, feeling his lungs start to clear.

Logan opened the door. "Althea, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I stabbed Wade, he's- He's bleeding out. You need to call a medic- a doctor, someone!" His voice wavered a bit.

Althea placed a hand on her hip, raising an eyebrow as she leaned on her walker. "Motherfucker, what the fuck are you talking about? A doctor?" Her nose wrinkled as she caught a whiff of Wade's blood permeating the room. "Whew, that's nasty. Clean that up when you're done with whatever this shit is."

Wade coughed. "Very sweet that you care, Logan." His tone softened. He was realizing Logan wasn't 'here,' he was somewhere else, Wade wasn't really Wade in this scene. "Take a breath, Honeybadger. I'll be fine if you just give me a-" cough "second."

Logan's breathing was still heavy, his eyes still wide and scared. Wade was sure the blood spatters across his face weren't helpful either.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. I'm fine! Or, I'll be fine once the mutant cancer does its job. Remember? I don't die." He waved, smiling at Logan from the bed. He wasn't sure the blood dripping from his chest and mouth was helping his case.

Logan deflated a bit. "Oh." He turned to Al. "Althea, I'm sorry. I didn't realize, or, I forgot. I apologize for waking you up."

Al waved him off. "Yeah, yeah, I'm gonna go smoke a joint. If you need to loosen that tight ass, feel free to join me."

Logan closed the door, coming to sit on the bed, holding his head between his knees.

Wade wiped his hands on the sheets before crawling to put a hand on Logan's shoulder. "Hey, it's okay. You deserve to get to freak out here and there. We've been through some crazy shit. Did you want to talk about it? Do you want me to go swipe Al's weed? She's not as stingy about it as her cocaine, promise."

"I could've killed you." Logan admits from behind his hands.

"Not possible. Great try though, good form." The Merk quips.

"Don't! Don't joke right now. I would've killed you if you weren't like this." Logan gestures to Wade, his hand still trembling, Wade's blood starting to dry between his fingers. "I shouldn't have let myself fall asleep around you."

"Logan, bud, hey, look at me." Wade patted Logan's knee, scooting closer. "Really look at me."

Logan sat up, turning to face Wade, his eyes red-tinged. His hair is crusty with blood. "Okay...?"

"Am I dead?"

"No, but-"

"No! That's the whole thing. I am alive, whether I deserve to be, or should be, or anything else. I'm here! I'm still here." He smiles softly at Logan. "That's all that matters to me. If a Wolverine cuddle costs me some minutes drowning in blood, I can assure you that is a very small price to pay."

Logan opens his mouth to respond, his sharp canines catching the light from the street lamp outside before he shuts it again. "I'm dangerous."

"I eat danger for breakfast, usually with unicorn marshmallows."

Logan actually laughs at that. "You're insane."

"Insanely in love with you~" Wade teases, jostling Logan with his shoulder.

Logan groans, wiping his face with his bloodied hands. "That can't be the first time you say you love me, that's terrible."

"I think it's perfect. Now, c'mon, let's change the sheets."

"It's gonna stain the mattress." Logan moves.

"Number 2 rule of sex and superheroing without an in-unit washer and dryer, always use a waterproof mattress cover." Wade taps his temple, smirking.

After another shower, a quick change of sheets, and replacing the mattress cover, Wade and Logan are back in bed, cuddled close.

"I love you, too." Logan says softly. "That's a pretty dangerous thing, though."

"Again, danger, breakfast, unicorn marshmallows." Wade mumbles as he pulls Logan closer.

[glitterjay]

⭒ sub!sunghoon, getting caught, humping, denial of orgasm(?, suggestive content under cut, mdni

⭒ c's note: this was requested by an anon in my ask! i hope it's good enough, yes yes. feedback is appreciated and needed as always. i also invite you to check this out if you do like this, hehe

⭒ taglist: @hollyoongs @moon7jay @wondipity @defnotfertilizedtoesw @kwiwin

you had left for a business trip that would last about a week, maybe a few days less if everything went smoothly. this was actually hell for your boyfriend, sunghoon. it was established before you left that he was not allowed to touch himself until you were home.

he was a good boy. he set his mind to do what he was told so you could reward him once you were back home. boy, was it hard with all those texts telling him you were missing him and his body so much.

those calls where you were clearly touching yourself to his voice, yet sunghoon couldn't do anything about his own problem.

he'd usually take a cold shower to get rid of his hard on, but he lost his mind on this specific day, when you sent him a voice message praising him for waiting so long, and how you were already on your way home from the airport.

sunghoon ran the cold shower once again, his hands desperately fighting the urge to grab his cock and please himself. it hurt, it really did. the ice water didn't seem to work anymore. it was as if his body had grown inmune.

when he was out, his dick was still hard as rock. he put on a fresh pair of boxers and sweatpants, his underwear getting stained with the precum that leaked from his tip when his mind thought of you.

the corner of the sink seemed very appealing to him, his mind already going insane. sunghoon had seen people humping tables and objects with corners in porn videos. it didn't hurt to try, right? the drive from the airport was far anyway.

-

he removed his sweatpants, leaving his boxers on, and carefully positioned himself so that his hard on rubbed perfectly on the surface of the sink. the corner o my added to his pleassure, hitting his balls from time to time as he grinded.

sunghoon didn't want to cum. he just wanted to satisfy the feeling of desperation growing within him, or so he thought. he was going painfully slow, eventually picking up his pace, too drunk in the pleasure to care about the set of rules he gave himself before starting.

hidden moans filled the room and the whole house. it was a surprise when you opened the door and heard the noises coming from upstairs. the traffic wasn't as bad as you thought it would be, so the drive home was cut short by around 5 minutes.

-

the view from your shared bathroom with your boyfriend would have given anyone a wave of pleasure. a handsome man, his hair falling over his eyes, shirtless, holding onto the sink for dear life as he humped the corner of it.

the veins in his arms bulged from how tightly he was gripping the furniture. his head hung low, and his entire body trembled. it seemed as though he might collapse at any moment.

you cleared your throat, crossing your arms as your boyfriend looked up at you with wide eyes. to make matters worse, his movements didn't stop at all.

"was being such a good mhm! boy, promise!" he said.

his eyes glistened due to the tears welling in them, threatening to fall at any second. "such a good boy, haven't cummed yet," he repeated.

"and you won't." you said firmly.

sunghoon sobbed when your hands touched his body. he was in such desperation to feel any part of you that a mere touch had him seeing stars. tou positioned yourself behind him, your hip making contact with his backside.

your arms wrapped around his torso as you started moving him again, rocking both of your bodies back and forth. your boyfriend was a whimpering and crying mess by this point, saliva dripping out of his mouth as he screamed and yelped.

"you won't cum until i say so, understood?"

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We heard it through the walls.

We stumbled into the room at the end of the evening, day three of our honeymoon at a 5 star all inclusive resort, two young lovers enjoying each others company. We had just eaten an exquisite steak dinner, and fell into the bed in each others arms, kissing and cuddling – ready for where the rest of the night would take us.

It was then that the sound reached us. A groaning noise, and squeaking of the bed next door. We giggled, sounds like whoever was next door had similar plans to us. Maybe we make a competition of it – see who could make the most noise.

As I pinned back my wife’s arms above her head, my legs straddling her petite waist we heard it again. Another groan, longer this time. It caused us to pause in what we were doing to listen out. We both held our breath, waiting in anticipation for the noises from next door.

It didn’t take long… maybe a minute or so, but there it goes again, another groaning noise. It was strange, all the noises were coming from the lady in the room, whoever was with her making her make those noises was a lot more reserved, we didn’t hear a peep out of any second person in the room.

Suddenly she yelped out, an expletive on her lips. I looked at my wife, and she returned the puzzled look I’m sure I sported. It was soon followed with cries of “Oh fuck, oh fuck, what do I do…”

When we were certain that there wasn’t another person responding to her, we decided to investigate. Or at least I was sent to investigate. My wife’s mind had went into overdrive and had thought that maybe she had killed her lover in a moment of passion, hence the quick turn of panic.

I walked out of our room and down the corridor to the adjoining door, feelings of trepidation washing over me, as I was completely unsure what I would find. I knocked, three times. There was no answer. I waited around 10 seconds more and knocked again, shouting out “Hello… I’m from next door, you sounded a little panicked. Is everything OK?”

I heard shuffling feet approach the door, and it opened a crack. A head peeked through the door, her body hidden behind the solid door. I recognized the lady immediately – we had spotted her about the place. She was a heavily pregnant woman, who never seemed to have any partner with her. I had commented with my wife in the past that this would be a perfect place for a babymoon… but it seemed strange that she was never with anyone, friends, family, or the father of the child (or who knows, maybe even a lesbian partner as well)

She did look a little pained as she croaked out “Hi… can I… help you?” she asked.

I put on a smile which I hoped would be welcoming and at least try and diffuse any situation that she may be in, as I answered “I’m from next door. You sounded panicked. Just wanted to make sure everything was OK and help if I could?”

“Oh Thank you, but I don’t need any…” she didn’t even manage to finish the sentence before she scrunched up her face and pressed her hand against her belly. The movement forced the door to swing open and I finally caught sight of her and her room. She was wearing a top which was pulled up and over her belly, the fabric scrunching up and caught in the limited gap between her breasts and her belly. Her bottom half was completely naked. I tried not to stare, so looked around. My eyes caught sight of the large damp puddle on the bed, staining the sheets.

Now I know I was a little inebriated from my wine with my meal, but it wouldn’t exactly have taken Sherlock Holmes to figure out what was going on. I still stuttered over the fact though. “Are you… is that… baby… labour?”

She nodded in response, not able to say anything but grabbing my hand and pulling me into the room. I didn’t exactly resist, though my brain was going through the motions of ‘am I going to die – is she doing this to trap me whilst someone else in here robs me?.’ As the door slammed closed behind us, I frantically scanned the room. No one, nothing coming at me. Just her in the room. The bathroom door had its light on and there were towels on the floor, with water splashes on the shower – obviously something she had tried to relieve the labour pains.

As her fingers dug into my forearms and she grimaced more and more, I tried to make sense of the rapid change in events. “Was that your water breaking that caused you to panic?” I nodded towards the bed, though I’m unsure if she registered the gesture. She gave a weak grunt by way of a response. “How long have you been in labour? Why don’t you get an ambulance?” She shook her head and gestured a finger up in the air, a sign to wait. She panted out a breath as the contraction she was going through seemed to let up, and managed to speak.

“8 hours. I’m a surrogate for the owner and his wife. One of the stipulations is that I can stay here free of charge as long as I give birth to the child here on the site. I thought I could do it, but I can’t handle it anymore. I need help… please!” She unashamedly grabbed my upper arms to hold on to me as she widened her stance and growled a sound which suggested she was pushing. Her fingers dug into my arms again and I struggled to take in the events.

“Erm… good, well done. Keep on pushing?” I ventured. It got no response. She was lost in whatever mental area she had retreated into. She kept at this for a good 30 seconds, growling as I felt her knees bend and she lowered herself down a fraction, before panting out a breath and going back to it, a second and third push following that one. Her head sagged against my chest as she came out of whatever trance like state she had been in and apologized.

“Sorry…” she muttered. “I don’t think this was exactly on your cards for tonight? Look… I don’t know how long I have to speak between these surges, but my name is Selena. I’m a surrogate as I have said. Once the baby was born, I had to ring the parents, hand over the child, and I would have enough money to see me through for the next 10 years if I didn’t go wild spending it. They haven’t been involved, other than this…” I followed her eyes downward to find a tracker strapped around her ankle. It seems the parents-to-be had made certain they could find her.

“I… can’t leave the site. I mean I don’t want to, I have everything I need here, but all the medical staff are brought over for my check ups. If I try and leave, an alarm sounds as I approach the exit and the security team escort me back. I’m in no state to be running away from guys who look like Arnie in his prime. So I’ve accepted my fate.”

“That cant be legal?” I say. She shakes her head.

“May be not, but what am I going to do about it. An orphan, no real money or savings to fall back on. Very few friends… this was my ticket to an easy life.” She was cut short by her needing to squat and push again. Her roar caught me unaware and echoed loudly in my ears.

“Oh Fuck…fuck, fuck, fuck.” Her hand reached down and planted firmly between her legs.

“Whats up? Whats wrong?” I was a little concerned at the announcement.

“I felt he head between my legs, but I can’t feel it. I swear it was coming out. Now its not.”

I nodded understanding. “Ahhh… OK. Sorry, I can’t say I’ve got any personal experience of this to fall back on, but as I understand it from my school age biology stuff… the baby slips in and out until it… crowns?” I sound a little unsure of myself. “Yeah that’s the term I think. You have to push it out until it gets to the widest part, then it doesn’t go back in anymore.”

She wailed “And how long will that take? I don’t want to do this anymore. It hurts too much!”

“Can you not ring for medical help. I’m sure the baby’s parents would want to be here? Even if they don’t want you to leave, I’m sure they will get a doctor to come to you?” I asked, tiptoeing around the subject.

“I rang for help. I did. 5 hours ago. I’m still waiting for the help to come. Every time I have rang since, it just went to voicemail. I don’t know what to do!” she sounded a little frantic. “Here comes another!” she wailed as she resumed her half squatting stance, still holding on to me for dear life as she pushed.

I did what best I could, wrapping my arms around her and holding on to her hips, as she swayed side to side. I followed the motion, swaying my own hips with her movements and whispering to her that she was doing good and doing everything she needed to, the baby would be here soon, and I wouldn’t leave until she had given birth.

I panicked at that. I couldn’t really promise that. My wife was next door. She’ll be coming looking for me soon. She might honestly think that I’ve been attacked if I don’t go back to our room. I started getting flustered.

Selena met my gaze as the contraction passed, thanking me. She asked if I could help her remove her top, as it was giving her feelings of being constrained. I was a little reluctant, I had to say. I’d seen her with nothing much on than a small bikini already and yeah, I’m a hot blooded man - I’m not sure what pregnancy did to her bust, but ‘more than a handful’ was an understatement… but I couldn’t exactly refuse the poor woman, could I.

I gulped, and just nodded my head, not verbalizing an answer. She stepped back just enough to let me hook my fingers under her top, and with it being trapped beneath her breasts, my fingers were in direct contact soon enough. I lifted the top up and I felt my fingers slick up on her nipples. They were damp. I apologized as much as I could when she gasped at the touch but she shook her head. “They’ve been so sensitive, anything sends shivers down my spine…” she hesitated a moment and added “though I do really enjoy the sensation of truth be told.” She blushed, or at least her cheeks seemed very flushed – it may have been the exertion, I can’t say I’m certain.

“Can you do me another favor… I need a hand…” again she paused. I wondered where she was going. I was about to apologise and say I was married when she found the next words “… to the toilet. I need to go. There’s so much pressure down there.”

I shook my head. “Sorry… that’s a little too personal. I’ll wait outside.”

She gasped, the next contraction picking up. “Please… help. I don’t want to go on the floor. That’s not what I want the cleaners to see!” She sounded desperate. “I can’t do anything but stand here right now… I’ll collapse.” She soon resorted to pushing again. Between gasping breaths her eyes looked at me, wide and pleading “please!”

As the contraction passed I took pity on her and lead her – surprisingly slowly with her plodding, wide legged steps – to the bathroom. I held her hands as she lowered herself down onto the toilet. I didn’t quite know where to look until her eyes scrunched up again as she cried out “no… I’m pushing again” but this was punctuated by a screeching sound soon followed by “the head… the head. It’s out. It’s out… shit. Help, help, help.”

I looked at the space between her legs and sure enough, there was the baby’s head dangling between her legs. I would later learn through looking things up online that opening her hips as she sat down must have cleared enough room, one strong push, and pop – out comes the head. It also explained the feelings of needing to go to the toilet.

She reached out to me as I heaved her up but she slid down onto her knees, howling all the while. I watched as the shoulders slid out from between her legs soon followed by the rest of the baby. I spotted the cord was around the neck and – admittedly with no medical training – figured that shouldn’t be there, so slid the baby around to slacken it off… only to realise exactly how slick and slippery a newborn baby could be.

I grabbed the damp towel from the bathroom floor next to me and did what I could to wipe the baby down and get rid of the blood and vernix on its body.

It was soon crying – the little baby boy – and I handed him up to the mother (or I suppose surrogate) who was openly weeping at the relief.

It was only a minute or two later that 2 people walked through the door. One man dressed in a suit and another holding a bag. The man with the bag went to check on Selena and the child whilst the other man explained that he was the owner and intended father - he had come with one of the medical staff to assist.

As I left them to look after Selena and the child, I couldn’t help but have a suspicion that their ‘convenient timing’ was a little too convenient… and wondered if the owner had the room bugged waiting to see what had happened with the birth.

Either way, I returned to our room, washed my hands and explained the situation to my wife. She grinned, saying that she heard everything through the wall, and as she pulled me in for an embrace, calling me her big strong man… we conceived our first child on that hotel bed that night.

When we checked our bank account a few days after we got back, we found the cost of the honeymoon had been credited back to us, that was when we first decided to set up a savings account for our first born, and decided we would never go back to that resort ever again.

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A Curse [Chapter 7: Exposition Park]

A/N: Hi besties! Thank you for your patience and I hope you enjoy Chapter 7. Big reveals are on the horizon. The a n t i c i p a t i o n is killing me 🥰😉

Series summary: You are an aspiring actress. Aegon is a washed-up and disenchanted agent…at least until he sees something special in you. But within paradisical seaside Los Angeles you find terrible dangers and temptations, secrets and lies. Maybe Aegon’s right; maybe the City of Angels really is a curse.

Chapter warnings: Language, sexual content (18+ readers only), age-gap situationship, fake dating but Jace doesn't know, drama, angst, a Targ family reunion, more metaphorical fish, Charli XCX.

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You begin reading and it hits you, and you dissolve until all of your molecules are the black typeface of the audition script, just one scene that wipes you clean like steam from a window until there is no more California or Minnesota or Aegon or Becca or Mason or your family awaiting your inevitable return to them like a meteorite crashing down to earth.

Here is your new life: Gilded Age, Daddy gambled and died and now the money’s gone, Mama and your sisters need shelter from the storm amidst the Panic of 1893. Fortunately you have a suitor, a good man, a young handsome doctor with a small practice, and he would provide for you and your family, he would be an innocuous and obliging lifeboat. He asks you to marry him, and you almost say yes; but there is another fellow who comes courting, chance encounters at nightscape balls, evening walks under stars and streetlights. This lover of darkness, rippling in and out of your life only when the sun is on the opposite side of the planet, implores you to reject the doctor’s advances, and so you do…only to discover that this nocturnal bewitcher is not a man but a monster, a murderer, a vampire who can offer you nothing more than love that is bloodstained and fleeting and cursed.

Aegon has scrawled the date, time, and location of the audition on the inside of the manila folder. You Google the directions, use Maps to scope out the parking situation. You’ll take the 110 north, then the 91 east out of the city limits of Los Angeles, then the 710 to the 105 to Paramount Boulevard. The Rives Mansion, built in 1911, has been trapped in time as a century grew up around it like grasping threads of ivy; across the street is a Mexican restaurant and the Downey Brewing Company, a sports bar known for their mediocre wings and pizza, currently sitting at an illustrious 2.5/5 stars on Yelp. But the interior of the house will transport you back to the Gilded Age, and this must be why the casting director has chosen it.

You remember what Aegon said about getting you the audition: I didn’t do anything. They reached out to me. But where would they have heard about you? From the people at the Grey’s Anatomy shoot? From Dan or somebody else involved in the Maroon 5 music video?

You need a gown for the charity gala, so you tell your parents you want to buy a dress for Clara’s rehearsal dinner and they enthusiastically approve and give you the green light to charge whatever it costs to your credit card. In the fitting room at Elie Saab, you are torn between two options: sensuous bold red with cutouts and a plunging neckline (all the better for someone to sink their fangs into), timeless beaded gold that feels more like you. You send photos of yourself wearing both to Baela via WhatsApp. She is presently in Paris, nibbling on croissants and downing shots of espresso and filming the new Yorgos Lanthimos movie in which she has third billing.

She replies: Are you lowkey tryna fuck your agent again or nah?

You are scandalized. You type: Definitely not. His future wife will be there.

There is a pause as Baela considers this. By the time you are back in your street clothes—denim shorts, white Sketchers, and a Pacific Palisades t-shirt—she has reached a decision: Still get the red one. It’s brave. It’s memorable.

But you cannot bring yourself to buy it, even if that means the gold is comparatively modest and forgettable. You choose the gold gown and swipe your Chase Sapphire, but not before you make one last discovery: a black lace dress with a high frilly neckline that circles the throat like a noose, out of season and damaged with a rip in the back by the zipper, sold as-is and at a much reduced price. It reminds you of the style of dresses women wore in the Edwardian era, and it fits with the script, and the Rives Mansion, and the person who you will be at the audition on Saturday, July 19th.

You take your shopping bags and step out of the Elie Saab boutique of Beverly Hills into the sunlight, over one hundred degrees, over a century past the glittering deceit of the Gilded Age.

~~~~~~~~~~

“You lied to me.”

The actor’s name is Santiago, but he introduced himself as Santi. He’s been cast already. There’s a chemistry between you, not romantic but corporeal, following each other’s footsteps and inflections, the unspoken potential of improvisation. Across the otherwise empty room are four people seated at a table, two men and two women. Aegon lurks in the corner in his I-give-a-fuck suit, chomping on Juicy Fruit and holding an iced coffee that drips condensation. Morning light cascades in through the vast Palladian window and over the hardwood floor. “I omitted,” the vampire counters.

“You lied by silence. You lied like a coward,” you hiss at him, hair pulled back from your face, black lace at your throat, black shimmering on your eyelids, Renegade by Huda Beauty, Poison by Urban Decay.

He reaches for you. “I could not surrender you to any other man—”

“And now I’m all yours!” you scream, flinging his hands away. “My other prospects are squandered and my family will lose our home and our heirlooms, and I will lose the future that I dreamed of sharing with you, and if your love had been true for even for a moment you would have spared me this.”

“My love was sincere, and it endures.”

“It is selfish,” you seethe, lips quivering and tears slithering down your cheeks. The vampire stalks you, and you flee one blind step at a time until your back hits the wall. “It cannot give or preserve, only consume.”

He reaches out to touch you again, and this time you let him—you cannot resist him—and his fingertips ghost from your hairline to your jaw, tracing the borderlands of your face like the arc of a crescent moon. Then his hand settles lightly on your throat. And you are drawn to him, bound to him, invisible threads weaving his bones to your own, drowning in the opaque pools of his irises. “We can still be together.”

“Yes, in darkness. In destitution. In transient minutes between the murders that sustain you.”

“I never asked to be a monster. I was made this way by another.”

“And now you have proven yourself to be without humanity.”

He turns away and storms out of the room, and you are supposed to wait for him to return. But instead—because you feel that this must be what happens next—you bolt after him, and as you pass through the doorway you hear the puzzled clamoring of the casting director, producer, and two assistants: What is she doing? Where is she going? Then when Aegon follows you they hurry to do the same, their metal folding chairs squealing against the floor, their footsteps pounding like thunder or a racing pulse.

You chase the vampire onto the landing and down the staircase. “I rejected the doctor for you, I endangered my reputation and disregarded my family’s counsel for you, and what have you given me in return? Lies and horror and bloodstains on my conscience that I’ll never wash out. How can you claim to care for someone you’ve destroyed? What do you have to offer anybody except suffering and death—?!”

Three steps from the bottom, he whirls and pins you to the wall, his hands careful (as they are required to be) but his eyes hard, glass or stone or pavement, intractable, inhuman. “Stop fighting the horror. Join me in it. It calls to you, and you yearn for it, and to only me can you confess this.”

“You ruined my life,” you choke out, a loathsome lethal desire, a death rattle.

He touches his forehead to yours, his heat radiating through your skull. “I cannot be without you.”

“Let it end now,” you whisper, you plead. “Let the next artery you drain wash away the taste of me.”

And you both lean in, your lips a second from meeting, and farther up the staircase your audience of five watch in rivetted silence, as far from you as the stars from Earth, Betelgeuse or Rigel or Proxima Centauri. And then you are you again, and Santi is Santi, and you laugh together and each take a step back, the tension of your muscles unraveling and your memories already beginning to degrade.

The casting director, producer, and assistants all shake your hand and thank you again for taking the time to audition. You thank them for their consideration. They seem pleased, but when you turn to Aegon, he doesn’t give you his usual signal that you’ve done a good job. He doesn’t slip his aviator sunglasses out of the pocket of his suit jacket, put them on, and smile: You are so bright, sunshine. He just steals glimpses of you as he’s deep in conversation with the casting director, discussing the timeline for callbacks and when a final decision is expected to be made.

“See you tonight,” you tell Aegon when it’s over and you are both walking out to where your cars are parked on the curb, your Honda, his Chrysler. His white convertible has a sizeable dent in the front passenger’s side and the headlight busted out. “What happened there?”

“Someone cut me off,” he says, and passes you the iced coffee he hasn’t taken a sip of, a venti-sized vanilla latte.

~~~~~~~~~~

When you are dressed, you send a photo of yourself in the gold gown to your parents and Clara. Rehearsal dinner outfit! you type.

Mom replies: Very flattering, honey! and then sends back a picture of her snuggling one of the Akitas on the couch. Dad responds with a thumbs-up emoji. Clara leaves you on read.

Jace is wearing a floral tuxedo and has already pre-gamed. He’s buzzed when you climb together into the Uber he called; parking will be murder, and you’ll probably have a few drinks yourself at the gala. He pays with the account linked to Baela’s credit card. The charity gala is being held at the California Science Center in Exposition Park, which is on your side of the city: southeast of Tarzana and Beverly Hills, southwest of Downtown, Chinatown, and Aegon’s office in Elysian Park, just a twenty-minute drive dead north on the 110. When you arrive, men in black suits and women in shimmering floor-length gowns are posing for professional photographers on the front steps, and black limousines and SUVs are honking at each other as they battle for inches of space in the drop-off lane.

On your way to the glass doors at the building entrance, you and Jace pass beneath a vast hanging structure of spiraling red beams like arteries. When you look up, you see a myriad of gold dots like the infinitesimal glimmers of stars.

“This is the Aerial!” a museum employee is proudly telling a group of ogling guests. “It has precisely 1,578 spheres, each plated with gold leaf. And the sculpture right here underneath is the DNA Bench, engraved with images of all sorts of organisms…a bat, an octopus, a snake, a tree…”

Inside, the ground floor of the California Science Center is illuminated with soft pink light, and everywhere there are glamorous people chatting and nursing drinks and eating hors d’oeuvres on tiny plates, and you don’t recognize anyone, and you are very grateful that Jace is here. You cling to his arm so you don’t lose him in the crowd. There is an open bar beside a set of escalators heading skyward, and a DJ with his table set up against one wall. From the ceiling hang fighter jets and disco balls. Confetti litters the floor. As you open your gold clutch to get your phone and text Aegon that you’re here, the DJ puts on Pink Pony Club.

“Ah, I love this song!” you shout to Jace over the noise of the room, and then you sing together:

“I know you wanted me to stay,

But I can’t ignore the crazy visions of me in L.A.,

And I heard that there’s a special place,

Where boys and girls can all be queens every single day…”

“Hey,” Aegon says from behind you, and you lose your footing when you spin towards him—you are much better in wedges than heels—and Jace grabs your hands to steady you, and he’s laughing too loudly in that I’m-kind-of-drunk sort of way, and Aegon is glaring at him. He’s wearing a powder blue suit, and it actually fits him, and strands of his sandy blonde hair are escaping from his sheen of gel to fall down over his forehead, and for a few seconds you’re a little stunned by how beautiful he is, here in the dim distorted light and looking like he wants to hit someone. That’s never been why you felt drawn to Aegon, what he looks like. But here he is, engaged to another woman and a decade older than you and kind of horrible, surely, and you are in disbelief that you can’t reach out and touch him.

“Hi, hello, sorry,” you say, prying your hands out of Jace’s grasp. “I thought I’d just be able to walk in and find you, but it’s really crowded! But I’m here. I’m fine. I’m ready to work.”

Aegon’s turbulent blue gaze sweeps over you. “You look like an Oscar.”

You are puzzled. “The fish?”

He smiles. “No. The award.”

“I’m going to get a drink!” Jace tells you, and saunters off towards the bar.

Aegon watches him leave, then says: “I didn’t know you were bringing a guest.”

“Well, you have one. And I was worried I’d be lonely.”

“Sure,” Aegon says, irritated. Then he holds up two glasses. “I have a lemon drop and a Long Island iced tea. Which do you want?”

“The lemon drop.”

“Great.” He hands it to you, takes a gulp of the Long Island iced tea, and leads you off to be introduced to the elites of the city, here to raise money for Cedars-Sinai Medical Center.

There is a series of people whose names you can’t remember but you beam radiantly for: producers, directors, actors, cinematographers, screenwriters, assistants, models, journalists. Aegon lies to them about your experience and says you’re better than you are. He says you’ll have your own star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame someday. You take delicate sips of your lemon drop, determined not to get tipsy, but Aegon drains his Long Island iced tea and swings by the bar for another one. Now Jace is talking to the DJ like he’s trying to convince him of something.

Aegon hurries past where Becca is mingling with a flock of women, tall and small-boned like flamingoes; Becca casts you a glower that is sharp and swift and belittling. She is wearing a white ballgown, very bridal, with powder blue palm leaves overlaying the skirt to match Aegon’s suit. No one can forget they’re about to get married, and you assume this is intentional.

“Becca, you have such gorgeous hair,” one of her friends, noticeably drunk, fawns as she pets Becca’s long sleek tresses, artfully styled into miraculously frizzless waves.

“Aww, thanks!” Becca says. “According to family legend, we’re part Native American. The Karankawa tribe.”

Another friend, not so easily impressed, rolls her eyes. “Becca, everybody claims their family is part Native American.”

“No, seriously! My mom’s maiden name was Broadwater, that has to be Native American!”

“Becca, it’s literally English.”

“Do a test,” Becca’s drunk friend says, poking at her bare shoulder. “One of those DNA thingies you send through the mail.”

Becca seems inspired, her eyes bright, her thoughts racing. “Maybe I should! Like 23AndMe?”

“There’s a new one,” the not-drunk friend says, slurping what appears to be a mojito. “It’s called Legacea, I think. It’s supposed to be super fast and super thorough.”

The drunk friend is stymied. “Legawhata?”

“Legacea,” the not-drunk friend repeats. “I know, it’s pretentious, it’s legacy and panacea smashed together. But Becca should totally do it and if she is so much as one percent Native American, I will personally redress historic wrongs by gifting her my Brentwood apartment…”

Now Jace is moshing with a group of newfound friends. He has at last convinced the DJ to put on a Charli XCX song. The bass reverberates through the rose-colored twilight of the room; some sophisticated guests appear baffled, others alarmed.

“When I go to the club, I wanna hear those club classics,

Club classics, club, club classics,

When I go to the club, I wanna hear those club classics,

Club classics, club, club classics…”

A woman, mid-fifties and auburn-haired, appears out of the multitude with large, nervous eyes. “We should have gotten an orchestra,” she tells Aegon fretfully, twisting the rings on her fingers. She is wearing a gold wedding band, although if she is who you assume her to be—the resemblance is striking—she hasn’t had a husband in over fifteen years. “Shouldn’t we have gotten an orchestra?”

A man who looks very much like a younger version of Aegon, late-twenties instead of mid-thirties, laughs as he materializes beside her. “Mom, no one wants to listen to an orchestra.”

“No one under eighty years old,” Aegon says.

“Aemond thought we should get an orchestra,” she replies.

Aegon says sarcastically: “And of course, Aemond is an expert on all things cool and timely.” Then he introduces you to them both: his mother Alicent, his brother Daeron, an up-and-coming actor who has been in a successful Netflix series and has innumerable Tumblr blogs devoted to him. He’s been called the blonde Timothee Chalamet.

“Oh, aren’t you lovely,” Alicent tells you, although she seems perpetually a little distracted, a little sad. She tugs at a thin gold chain she wears around her neck with a cross suspended from it. “And we’ll be seeing you again at the wedding, won’t we? I know Aegon has invited all his clients.”

You hesitate. You doubt Becca wants you there. You have no interest whatsoever in watching Aegon marry her. “Um…well…actually, I might have a prior commitment that weekend, so—”

“She’ll be there,” Aegon says.

“Wonderful.” Alicent smiles at you. You smile back, a reflex. Then yet another Targaryen arrives, a woman with dreamy blue eyes and a butter yellow gown covered in ruffles. They are so massive she seems to be drowning in them. “Helaena, have you met Aegon’s newest client?”

“I don’t believe I have.” Helaena, a fashion designer whose work is a staple on red carpets and runways, exchanges pleasantries with you. Her eyes never quite meet yours; instead they bounce around weightlessly to your gown, your gold heels, your hair, your hand clasping your lemon drop, and then to where Aegon is standing next to you probably too closely for someone who is supposed to be your agent and nothing more.

“I absolutely love your dress!” you tell Helaena. “It’s so fun. And yellow is my favorite color.”

“Thank you,” Helaena says, soft and placid. You can barely hear her over the horrible Charli XCX music. “I love your eyeshadow. Is that Alchemist?”

You are startled; you touch your fingertips to your orbital socket before you can stop yourself, hopefully not smudging the glittering gold powder. “It is, yeah. By Natasha Denona.”

“Is Aemond nearby?” Aegon asks his family, and you are aware that he seems to want to get away from them, like he’s rushing towards the end of the conversation.

Alicent peers around. “Um, I don’t think so…maybe he’s up on the second floor?”

“Okay. I’ll bump into him eventually.” But as Aegon turns away, his mother places a palm on his arm, and he stops even if he hasn’t been seized or commanded, yielding to her forcelessness. When Alicent speaks, her voice is gentle and her dark eyes wounded, like there’s a knife in her somewhere that no one has ever pulled out.

“Aegon, I’m very happy to see you here tonight.”

“No problem,” he says briskly, and ushers you away to the bar where he orders another Long Island iced tea.

“Why would I go to your wedding?” you ask as you wait with him. You still have half of your lemon drop left, but Aegon’s cheeks are flushed and he’s beginning to sway, and when he gazes at you from under the sandy strands of hair that have fallen over his eyes, the blue of his irises is murky and slow and far-away, miles away, years away.

“Because you promised you’d do whatever I say, and I want you there.”

“Maybe I don’t want to fly to Turks and Caicos to watch you marry someone else.”

“There will be industry people in attendance. You can network. Consider it good for your career.”

“But—”

“Steve! Hey!” Aegon calls out, then waves some people over to the bar. These are his other clients, the last of a dying breed: a young Scottish guy, a middle-aged man who spent his twenties and thirties in the Navy, a disorientingly beautiful woman who came to the United States as a refugee from Somalia when she was eight years old. They are all kind and welcoming and real, amazingly real, and they adore Aegon, they speak about him with a gratitude that is bone-deep and eternal, and you marvel at this quiet magic he has to him, this way of finding people who’ve fallen through cracks like continental divides and dragging them back up into the daylight.

“Aegon?” the woman, Fatima, says a bit regretfully. “I’m so sorry to steal you away, but I remember you mentioned a certain director last week, the one who worked on Only Murders in the Building. Do you know if he’s here tonight?”

“Oh yeah, totally!” Aegon says, picking up his fresh Long Island iced tea off the bar. “Come on, I’ll help you find him and get the ball rolling.” Then he looks at you, conflicted, as if he isn’t quite comfortable leaving you alone.

You are nonchalant, like you don’t care what he does. “I’m fine. I’ll be with Jace.”

Aegon glances at your aforementioned date, who is presently shoveling his mouth full of crab-stuffed mushrooms and shrimp cocktail by the DJ. “Fantastic,” he mutters, and vanishes into the crowd with Fatima.

You weave through guests as you make your way towards Jace, then someone runs up and throws their arms around you before you can process who it is. Fortunately, you are not one to turn down hugs. When he pulls back, he is grinning. It’s Brandon, doubtlessly cashing in on one of the few benefits of being Aegon’s receptionist. “Hey, girl! Oh my God, I didn’t realize you had a drink. I didn’t make you spill your lemon drop, did I?”

“Oh no, it’s fine! Hi, Brandon!”

“How’d the audition go this morning?”

“Good! We’ll see. It was intense, and I can never really remember what I did afterwards. But I think they liked me.”

He smiles warmly. “Great. I’m so glad it went well. Aegon was really obsessed with it. He must have spent two hours on the phone with those people.”

You are confounded; you have no idea what he means. “On the phone…?”

“Convincing them to give you an audition,” Brandon says, as if surely you already know this and he’s just jogging your memory. Before you can respond, he is rejoined by his date Dylan and dashes off to dance with him. Evidently, Brandon and his date appreciate Charlie XCX.

The indie movie people didn’t know about me, you think, your skull hazy with organ-pink light and gala guests brushing by you and the bass beat thudding from the speakers. They didn’t call Aegon. He called them. And then he lied to me about it.

You look around, wondering where Aegon is, needing to find him; and then you spot someone up on the second floor, not Aegon but another man you have to talk to, a phantom you only know from television and the internet and a rarely-utilized contact in Aegon’s iPhone. You take the escalator up to him, ascending slowly, and he doesn’t even notice you until you speak. He’s standing amidst suits and gowns but he’s in solitude somehow, thoughtful, somber, fidgeting with a gold rush rather than drinking it, gazing vacantly over the crowd down on the ground floor. He wears a navy blue pinstripe tuxedo and a scar down the left half of his face, some sort of childhood accident that cost him an eye. He wears a prosthesis in its place, and you wouldn’t know the difference if this wasn’t common knowledge in Hollywood.

“I think I have to thank you,” you say.

Aemond Targaryen turns to you, startled and then amused. “Thank me?”

“Aegon forged my resume and listed you as a reference. That’s how I got my first job out here, a Grey’s Anatomy episode. So…thank you for the fraud.”

He chuckles to himself and sips his gold rush, ice clinking in the glass. Artificial pink light shifts across his scarred face. A film he wrote the screenplay for won Best Picture at the Oscars last year. “I can’t condone the deception, but I’m comforted that it was for a good cause. I assume you’re the new client.”

“And the last.”

Aemond furrows his brow at you. “The last?”

“Before Aegon retires,” you say. “And I don’t know what I’m going to do without him. Probably end up living under a bridge somewhere.” Probably return to Minnesota to spend the rest of my life impersonating someone my parents want me to be.

But Aemond still isn’t following. “Aegon is retiring?”

“Yeah,” you say, a little tentatively now. “After the wedding. He didn’t tell you?”

Aemond’s eye—the right one, the real one—shifts down towards the ground floor like he’s looking for somebody and then back to you. “Did he say why?”

“He said he was sick of how shallow this place is.” How dangerous. How cursed.

Aemond’s voice is flat. “But it’s always been this way.”

“I mean…I guess? I don’t know. I love it here in Los Angeles!” But you don’t think you mean that as much as you did two months ago.

“Where is Aegon right now?”

“He’s downstairs with Fatima, one of his other clients.”

“I have to go,” Aemond says abruptly, and leaves you alone by the railing. You watch him descend on the escalator, too impatient to wait, walking instead of riding and taking two steps at the time.

Was I not supposed to say anything? Does Aegon’s family not know he’s leaving?

You finish your lemon drop and then frown with your free hand resting on the railing, looking down into the throng of people on the ground floor: freckled with the light scattered by the disco balls, slipping drunkenly on strips of confetti, tolerating yet another Charli XCX song, this one not so offensive and with a plucky tempo that’s easy to dance to:

“I think the apple’s rotten right to the core,

From all the things passed down from all the apples coming before,

I split the apple down symmetrical lines and what I find is kinda scary,

Makes me just wanna drive…”

You are suddenly aware that a woman is standing beside you. White ballgown, blue palm leaves, a long dark shock of hair. “You can’t act if your leg is broken,” Becca says.

You are so alarmed to see her that you physically recoil. “Sorry, what?”

She nods to the escalator. “Be careful. If you trip and fall on that—or on a staircase, or on a curb, or, you know, anywhere—you could break your leg and then you wouldn’t be able to take any acting jobs for months, and I suppose that would derail your plans quite a bit.”

You blink at her, half-terrified, half-disbelieving, gripping your empty lemon drop glass so tightly your hand aches. “Are you…threatening me…?”

Becca gasps, theatrical, mocking. “I would never do that. I’m just looking out for you.” Then she leans in close so no one else can listen. She smells like flowers, like summer, like all the golden days she and Aegon will share together. “You will not be at my wedding. You have somewhere else to be. You can’t make it, how sad. We’ll spare you a thought. You’ll send a gift. Maybe a waffle maker, Aegon loves waffles.”

“Okay,” you squeak. And she swishes away in her bridal gown without saying anything else, but even if she did you wouldn’t be able to hear her. Your heartbeat is thunderous in your ears; your face is scalding with blood, panicked and ashamed and confused.

Breaking legs? Impending wedding?? Waffles???

You give your empty glass to a museum employee and take the escalator back down to the ground floor—after ensuring that Becca isn’t standing nearby—and then hunt through the mob for Jace. But you can’t find him. The only people you bump into are tall booming men in suits or women with tight lineless faces and bony arms and full breasts that stay exactly where they’re supposed to be even without a bra, and you want to go home but you can’t leave without making sure Jace is alright, and he doesn’t answer the texts you frantically type to him. You try to hide in the bathroom but the first one you seek refuge in is lit with pink tubes of neon and full of women fixing their hair and makeup, and you can’t risk someone important seeing you freak out and making a bad impression. Instead, you follow a dark hallway that leads to some of the museum exhibits, and then a benign bluish glow appears and beckons you to a sanctuary: the kelp forest, a tunnel surrounded by a microcosm ocean.

You place your palms on the cool curved glass and breathe, slow and deep, your heartrate going quiet again. On the other side of the transparent divide, angelfish and blue tangs dart between thick ropes of kelp. Above you, a leopard shark sails by over the crest of the tunnel. From far away, you can hear echoes of Alicent addressing the crowd and thanking them for being in attendance tonight, and how much it would have meant to her late husband Viserys.

I don’t want to go to the wedding anyway, you tell yourself, but that’s not helping.

You check your phone again. Jace still hasn’t answered your texts.

And here’s the truth: I don’t want Aegon to marry anyone else. Not even if she was a saint, not even if she was perfect for him.

There are footsteps here in the ocean and the glass and the blue, and you turn to see Aegon stepping into the tunnel, looking around with great confusion as if he’s trying to figure out how you ended up here.

“Are you lost?” he says.

“Yes. But it’s intentional.”

He comes to stand beside you, watching the fish flit through the kelp forest, his hands in the pockets of his powder blue suit, the one Becca picked out for him. And because at last you are alone and the world is hushed, after a while Aegon says: “That was insane, what you did this morning. That was some of the best work I’ve ever seen.”

“So you think I’ll get the job.”

“I think you deserve it. But sometimes that doesn’t have a lot to do with who ends up being cast. We tried, that’s all we can do. I’ll let you know as soon as I hear anything.”

You look over at him. “You lied to me.”

He seems afraid. “About what?”

“You got me the audition. And you had to convince them.”

Aegon smiles to himself. Is he relieved? “Yeah, alright. I did.”

“Why are you working so hard to help me?”

“Because you’re my girl. And I have to make sure you’re taken care of. And I don’t have much time left.”

“Don’t leave me,” you say, pathetic like a child. Don’t marry her. Don’t move across the country with her. “You’re the only person who thinks I belong here.”

“Other people will believe in you soon. You’re too good for them not to.”

“But I don’t want another agent.”

And Aegon gazes at you, rippling blue light on his face, and when he kisses you he tastes like the Long Island ice teas he’s been drinking since you got here: vodka, tequila, light rum, triple sec, gin, Coke, lemon, poison cut with sweetness, a cold swig that burns all the way down.

You stop him, one hand on his chest, too frail to mean it. “Your fiancée is out there doing a victory lap.”

“But you don’t care,” Aegon says. “And I’m right here with you.”

And now you surrender, you fall into him like a pool, like an ocean, and like a riptide he pulls you to the nearest bathroom—this one small and abandoned—and you drag each other to the frigid tile floor beneath cobalt neon light, and you unravel yourself from him just long enough to lunge for the door and throw the bolt so no one else can open it, and then Aegon is on top of you again, tearing off his suit jacket and unbuttoning the white shirt beneath, and you yank up the hem of your sparking beaded gown until it’s at your hips; but this isn’t enough for him.

“No,” Aegon murmurs against your throat like he has fangs, like he can’t stop until every blood drop of you has hemorrhaged out to satiate him. “I want to see you.”

And so you sit up so he can unzip the top of your dress and help you slip your arms out of the straps, and then you fall back again and let the cold blue chemical light flood over you as he nuzzles you, warm lips, teasing teeth, and it’s perfect, and now he’s rummaging around in his wallet until he finds a condom and you need him now, now, now, and he’s kissing you like he feels the same desperation in this dwindling eleventh hour. But when you reach down to touch him, he’s barely hard.

You are bewildered. This has never happened to you before. Undeterred, you straddle Aegon, kissing him deeply as your hips grind against his, and he seems like he wants to…he really does…but it’s not working. Now he’s completely soft.

Aegon sighs heavily. “Just stop,” he says, rubbing his face with his hands, and you crawl off of him and sit beside him on the floor, draped in uneasy blue, the room silent except for your own rapid breathing and distant rumblings from the gala.

You have no idea what to say. You don’t even look at him. You stare at the wall instead, feeling like you’ve made some horrific mistake, like you’ve shattered something that could have been beautiful.

After a moment, Aegon grabs your thighs roughly and tugs you closer to him. “Come here. I’ll get you off.”

“But I’m not going to be into it if I feel like you’re not into it.”

“I am into it,” Aegon insists, frustrated.

“What did you want me to do that I wasn’t doing?” What does Becca do for you?

“It’s not you. You’re not the problem.”

“But I want to know what I should have done differently—”

“It’s not about you,” Aegon snaps. “I’m just…I’m not in my twenties anymore, you know?”

You stare at him. “You’re thirty-five, Aegon. You’re not old.”

“Please, please, just shut up and let me take care of you, and we can move on.”

But you draw away when he tries to reach between your legs, and you lay an open palm against his flushed cheek, and you are suddenly struck by a lightning bolt of a theory. Why is he really leaving Los Angeles? What did Viserys Targaryen die of? “Aegon…is there something wrong with you?”

“I’ll take you home,” he says, and starts putting his clothes back on.

“Because if you weren’t okay, I would want to know, and I could help you—”

“I’ll take you home,” Aegon says again, so severely and with such finality you can’t argue, because you can’t speak at all. If you try to, you’ll burst into tears. You feel completely rejected by him. You feel like you ruined your very last chance to touch him, and soon he’ll be getting married on Turks and Caicos, and soon you’ll never see him again except in Becca’s blissful Instagram stories.

Aegon walks with you quickly through the museum, past the guests he ignores, and outside where a long line of black SUVs and limousines are waiting. He puts you in an Escalade and then jogs around to the other side, sitting so the skinny middle seat is between you. Then he tells you to give the driver your address. He must not remember it.

Once you have relayed your address, you say miserably to Aegon: “I can ride home by myself, thanks.”

He’s gazing blankly out the window and running his fingers through his hair. “I’ll feel better if I make sure you get there safely.” It feels patronizing, humiliating, like a weak wordless goodbye. You wonder if tomorrow you’ll get a text that he’s officially offloaded you onto some other agent.

The Escalade driver begins to pull away from the curb, and you realize you’ve forgotten something…or, rather, someone. “Wait!” you shout, and the Escalade lurches to a halt.

“What’s your problem?” Aegon says irritably. His powder blue suit is wrinkled; his face is exhausted.

“I can’t leave without Jace.”

“Are you fucking serious?”

Right on time, you look through the tinted window to see Jace wandering around the entranceway. He must have seen you hurry out of the museum. You open the Escalade door and call to him. Jace runs to the vehicle, scrambles over your lap, and flops into the middle seat between you and Aegon.

“You can’t get your own ride?” Aegon flares at him.

Jace is incredulous. He looks at you. “We’re going to the same place, right?”

“Right,” you agree casually, and Aegon shakes his head and resumes staring out the window, although there is nothing there but darkness and blooms of artificial light.

“That was so cool,” Jace says as he types energetically on his iPhone. He spends the entirety of the twenty-minute drive posting photos and videos of himself with minor celebrities on his Instagram stories: Frankie Muniz, Cole Sprouse, Meghan Trainor, Katy Perry. He asks you for suggestions as he chooses filters and adds music. Aegon doesn’t say a word; he aggressively chews several sticks of Juicy Fruit instead.

When the Escalade stops in front of your building, you and Jace depart beneath omnipresent light pollution that blots out the stars.

“Hey,” Aegon says just before you shut the car door, and you are powerless to walk away until you’ve heard what he has to tell you—an apology? an explanation?—and you stand frozen on the sidewalk under a streetlight as Jace goes inside. “You know, I, uh…I had a lot to drink, right?”

“You tried to think of an excuse the whole way here and that’s the best one you came up with?”

Before Aegon can reply, you slam the door and follow Jace into your apartment building.

[minus-plus-zer0]

Stuck Inside From the Rain

♡ Genre: Fluff ♡ Pairing: Bakugou x Reader ♡ Tags: Aged up (This was supposed to be short u-u)

You couldn't go home, not in this weather.

You had only planned to drop off a video game you borrowed from Bakugou, but the rain had hit so suddenly that there was no way you were going anywhere now.

What's worse, it was getting pretty dark out. At least Bakugou had a nice couch to sleep on...

"Oi!" Bakugou called out from the kitchen. "Dinner's ready!"

Bakugou had fetched some extra ingredients so he could make food for the both of you. You both sat down at his dinner table, with your grilled chicken and peppers in front of you.

"Thank you so, so much for doing this, bestie!" you said. "I think this is the first time we've eaten together in your new home."

"That's not my fault. I invited you over last week. But you were busy with Kirishima..."

You scoffed at how he chewed his food angrily. "He's just a friend, Bakugou. I actually totally forgot about that until now. Are you jealous?"

"Why would I be jealous of some guy with shitty hair?! He's got nothing on me!"

"Then don't bring him up?"

"Don't go blowing me off for Kirishima and then I won't bring him up! How about that?"

"I'll be sure to give you all the attention you want this time, okay?"

Bakugou looked frustrated, but a bit pleased. "You better."

True to your words, you ranted and raved to Bakugou about the food, as always. Bakugou knew that if there was one way to get you to focus on him, it was through his cooking. He looked cocky as you basically monologued to him about your 5-star Yelp review of his food. He offered you the rest to take home as leftovers, because unlike that traitorous rat Kirishima, he found himself to be a considerate and compassionate soul who would never let you starve.

You wanted to help with the dishes, but Bakugou wouldn't let you lift a finger to do chores. The guy was treating you like a guest he personally invited, but you felt a little bit like a burden who invaded his evening out of nowhere (even though you knew he wanted you here).

The night grew colder as it went on, and you could tell even Bakugou was starting to get affected. You attached yourself to his side to warm him up, holding onto him because you knew he hated the cold. He let himself get a little lost in that moment, which was easy to do since nobody was here except for you.

"You're such a koala," he said. "How long are you gonna steal my arm for?"

"Bakugou, if you keep complaining I'm gonna let go."

"Fine, fine! Just walk a little faster with me, I need to get something from the living room."

Bakugou wanted to watch a movie with you, but first he fetched an extra blanket, hoping to drape it over the two of you while you sat on the couch.

"You didn't get your own blanket?" you asked.

"This was all I had! Don't hog the stuff, alright?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be a burden. I'm just cold..."

"You're not a burden. Just get over here so we can share it. Properly."

He drags the blanket around both of your shoulders, bringing you two hip-to-hip.

"It's like we're kids again, huh?" you laughed. "If you had extra pillows, I would've made us a pillow fort."

"I'm too big for that and you know it. It'd just fall over."

"You're no fun. Did anyone ever tell you that you act like such a grandpa?"

"You've probably told me that at least 5 times now, yeah."

You two watched a movie together, some old action flick from long ago. You rested your head on Bakugou's shoulder, and over time he ended up curling one of his arms around you. You're engrossed in the movie, you thought it wouldn't be your style but the movements are mesmerizing! However, Bakugou's glancing over at you repeatedly, gauging your reaction.

As the movie continued, the night grows even colder, and you're retreating into Bakugou's chest for any semblance of warmth. It's easy to do since his Quirk keeps his body working like an oven. Bakugou's tensing up now, stiff and janky in his movements.

You yawned for the 15th time this hour. "Bakugou... I'm sleeeeepy..."

Your heart rate slowed and your eyes felt heavy, and you almost dozed off to sleep with the sound of the rain rushing down outside. Bakugou looked distressed, knowing that you two might fall asleep together for the first time. But you didn't want him distressed, you wanted him happy, because he was your Bakugou, even if it wasn't official yet...

In your sleepy state, you gave him a tiny kiss him on the cheek and then curled up to sleep against him. You heard him swearing up a storm under his breath, and he really went through the entire curse word dictionary as if you couldn't hear him at all.

Then, he kissed you on the forehead right back.

"Night, dummy," he said, his voice very quiet.

[inuyashaluver]

Lucy Bronze x actress reader mabye Lucy and the lioness watch one of readers flims and you can make up the rest. Love ya work.

proud - lucy bronze

lucy bronze x reader

description: in which your girlfriend and her teammates come to your movie premiere to watch your highly anticipated film

warnings: so. long. i’m actually sorry, swearing

a/n: thank you for your support and request! i had so much fun! hope you enjoy!!!

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you and your girlfriend, lucy met at a coffee shop a couple of years ago when she spilled her drink onto your shirt.

“shit i’m so sorry-” you make eye contact

“aren’t you?-” you both say at the same time, pulling a smile out of both of you. you both recognised each other - england’s defender and star actress.

“i’m so sorry about your shirt” she quickly took off her jacket, moving to drape it over your shoulders

“no no, please lucy, it’s fine” you smile at her to reassure her, she still places the jacket on you, she grins at you, making you feel weak in the knees, something the both of you feeling exactly the same.

“(y/n) at least let me make it up to you” she pleads, you shake your head lightly at her,

“you don’t have to do anything-”

“please” she rushes out, “i want to” she nods at you, you grab her hand into yours lightly,

“how about you take me out or something?” she grins so brightly at you, both of your cheeks turning a light pink.

“i’d love that”

the date went splendid, quickly progressing into a romantic relationship. you have been dating for 5 years, still head over heels for one another. you both share an apartment in barcelona, as well as having a small flat back in england for your work. everyone loved you both as a couple, essentially the both of you were national treasures, highly admired and respected.

—

the lionesses were beginning their training once again, meaning the both of you were in england for the time being. coincidentally, you were working on an upcoming movie which is highly anticipated all over the globe.

you and lucy were so busy, you both barely had time to see each other, schedules misaligned completely. both of you had to rely on quick phone calls, texting and quick appearances at home where you would hug and kiss and go straight off to work.

fortunately, you had a day off, keeping it secret, wanting to surprise lucy. you wave her off in the morning, telling her that you had a busy schedule today. as soon as she left, you phoned up a coffee and drink truck to go to the lionesses’ training grounds, telling them the location and time you wanted them to be there.

you race to the training grounds, knowing that they were probably still in the change room before training actually started. you told the truck where to go, standing in front of it and waiting for the team to come out. one by one, the lionesses start emerging from the training rooms, immediately smiling and bounding over to you for hugs, many of them hadn’t seen their favourite actress in a while.

you told the girls to get themselves a drink, all of them giving you appreciative words and gestures as they moved past you. you were bundled up in one of lucy’s hoodies, waiting for your girlfriend to come out - always the last one to get out, something you endlessly complained about every time you came to watch her play or train.

after a few minutes, she walks out alone, confused by all the excited chatter coming from outside. that’s when she sees it, her lovely girlfriend standing in front of her team with a giant truck making drinks for everyone. she smiles so brightly, your heart was beating so fast seeing her, like you haven’t seen her in months even though you saw her this morning.

she runs over and scoops you up into a hug, lifting you in the air, you yelp, wrapping your arms around her neck and your legs around your waist.

“baby! what are you doing here?” she exclaims, hiding her face in your neck. you move your hand to the back of her neck and her shoulder, she looks up at you, smiling brightly, you returning the cheesy grin.

“hello, you! came to surprise you of course, doing my wag duties” you wink at her and she laughs, pursing her lips up to you for a kiss that you happily give.

she holds the back of your thighs, lightly squeezing them as you both whine into the kiss, enjoying one another’s company until you heard gagging coming from behind you. the whole team, including the staff watching you both with fake unamusement. secretly so happy to see their favourite couple reunite.

lucy rolls her eyes and places you on the ground, wrapping her arm around your waist and keeping you tucked into her side.

“don’t be jealous, girls, be grateful this one here got you the free drinks” she nudges her head down, referencing you.

dutifully, everyone smiles at you “thank you (y/n)!!” sounding like you were a school teacher and they were your students.

you wave your hands, “ah don’t mention it”, you move lucy’s arm off you, her looking at you offended, you quickly peck her lips and told her to get a drink, begging her not to spill it on you, and telling her that you would be right back. you move to find england captain, and a close friend, leah.

“leah, do you mind calling a team meeting for me?” she looks at you confused, “why, love?”, you pout up at her, “just do it” you plead, she smiles at you, ruffling your hair and calling everyone to stand around the both of you for a team meeting, lucy standing with her arms folded against her chest, glaring at you for pulling away from her just moments before.

“my lovely national treasures” you start smiling, “i was wondering if all of you were free next week friday?” lucy is the first one to speak up,

“why, baby?” she was scared you were inviting them to your house.

“well, lucia” giggles were heard and lucy glares in the general direction,

“my movie premiere is that day and i would love nothing more than for all of you to come”

excited chatter and smiles amongst the group occurs, you smiling brightly at everyone and becoming slightly shy, you slowly move up to lucy, grabbing her hand for some comfort, her immediately giving it to you when she places a kiss on your cheek and holding you close. her fake grudge disappearing.

everyone told you they would be there and began to walk to the pitch for training. lucy holding you back and kissing you passionately,

“listen here, woman. you move away from me like that again and you’ll lose privileges”

“woah what! what privileges” you pout,

“um, well. i don’t know yet but you will!” she points her finger at you and you place a kiss on it. she can’t help the smile that takes over her face when you do so.

“go on bronze, training time” you push her towards the pitch, placing a kiss between her shoulder blades. she laughs brightly at you, “come and watch me?” you scoff offendedly at her,

“duh, i’m a wag” she smiles at you, grabbing your hand and making you sit in a spot she knew you would have direct view of her.

the whole training session, she purposely flexes her muscles, legs and arms putting on a show for her special girl. she knew you were freaking out right now, her suspicion correct when she sees you sitting in your spot with wide eyes, hands covering your mouth. she grins at you, waving her hand hello, laughing when you didn’t wave back, just shaking your head in response.

—

it was premiere day, unfortunately, you had to get ready separately from lucy, you woke up extra early to buy her a bouquet of flowers and writing her a note:

hello my love,

can’t wait to see you later, sexy

sorry we couldn’t get ready together, stay tuned for the dress reveal on the red carpet,

i love you, baby,

see you soon

<3 your love, (y/n)

she immediately calls you when she finds the note, you answer on the first ring, “hiya baby!” you gleam,

“my lovely girl, i’m so excited to see you! did you get your gift” she questions,

“what gift-”

as if on cue, your hotel door has a knock, and you open the door to the biggest bouquet of flowers you had ever seen, you quickly accept and go back to your phone.

“baby! we’re soulmates i think, same idea”

“oh we’re definitely soulmates, baby girl” you can hear the smirk in her voice.

“i’ll let you go baby, i’d so give you a big kiss right now so pretend please” she mocks

“yes bronzey, you got it!” she laughs at you through the phone, hanging up the phone after you both say goodbye.

—

you looked good. you looked so good, you were honestly worried for the well-being of your girlfriend. there was a little backstage area that you were waiting in, lucy and the other girls were set to come soon, as you wanted to take as many pictures with them as possible, as well as needing your date for the movie premiere of course.

the england girls start to fill up the room, everyone gasping when they see you, telling you how beautiful they look.

“holy fuck, (y/n/n)! you look so hot!” leah exclaims, running to give you a gentle hug, not wanting to ruin your outfit or hair.

“thanks lee lee” you smile at her, the rest of the girls coming over and chatting with them, so happy they were able to make it.

in nature, your girlfriend always the last one, comes in and her jaw drops when she sees you. she walks outside of the room when she sees you.

“lucy!” you exclaim as she leaves the area, she comes back in, extremely red at your appearance. the girls move away from both of you, engaging in their own chatter before it was time to walk out.

“baby” she breathes out closing her eyes, “you look breathtaking, so incredibly gorgeous” you blush at her words,

“oh stop it” you gasp,

“no, you look beautiful and you need to know it” she grabs your hips and gives them a light squeeze.

you placed your arms on her biceps, lightly scratching exposed arms from her vest.

“look at you missy, you look amazing” you shamelessly check her out and she squeezes your hips again.

“i want to kiss you so bad but i don’t want to mess up your lips” she says, eyes flickering between your eyes and lips.

“give me a peck then, baby, don’t leave me hanging” you pucker your lips up and she places a sweet kiss on your lips, smiling as you wipe your lip product off her lips. you hear your name being called, lucy places her hand on the small of your back as she directs you to the carpet. the girls cheering as you walk past, you wave and tell them that you want pictures with all of them and they all nod excitingly.

you and lucy take the carpet, everyone excited to see the both of you, numerous pictures being taken of you together and solo. you gesture for the girls to come out and they all rush onto the carpet. you standing with them and sharing cheesy grins, having so much fun with your girlfriend and your shared friends.

after some more pictures and interviews, everyone moved into the theatre. you and lucy sat in the front row with the rest of the girls. you get called up for a speech, everyone cheering as you make your way to the stage.

you smile brightly, making eye contact with lucy and she winks at you for encouragement.

“uh hello everyone! welcome to the movie premiere of (movie name)!” everyone cheers again, “thank you everyone for making it out today, i’m so excited for you all to see our hard work for the past 2 years, i want to first thank my family for their love and support” you pause as people cheer, “i also want to thank all the fans and staff that made this movie possible, i’d also like to thank my lovely friends who came today, also known as the lionesses who have been nothing but supportive for this film” everyone cheers louder, mainly the team themselves,

“finally, i want to thank my person, my soulmate, lucy” you look at her as you speak, “baby, thank you for being authentically you” you start to choke up slightly, taking a deep breath before you speak again, “lucy has been there for me through everything, she held me when i cried, endlessly giving me hugs and kisses and telling me that she’s proud of me everyday. i’m proud to be your partner and hopefully a future bronze” you wiggle your left hand and everyone laughs, you look at lucy, both of you lightly crying and her smiling up at you with so much love and adoration.

“thank you for everything, baby, i love you” she mouths the words back at you and you smile, lightly wiping your tears.

“now let’s get this show on the road, enjoy everyone and let’s go england!” everyone cheers loudly as you make your way over to your seat, the girls smiling at you, many of them with matching tears in their eyes.

as soon as you sat down next to lucy, she grabs your hand and places her other hand on your chin, directing your eyes to her.

“i’m so proud of you, my love, i love you so much” she smiles at you, a tear rolling down her cheek, you move your free hand to wipe it off and return the smile.

“i love you more, baby”

the movie went exceptionally well, everyone absolutely loving it and it skyrockets on the charts. england winning their tournament also. you and lucy were both so proud of each other. both of you doing what you do best. and by the way, you were made a bronze, both of you even more proud about that.

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[sucker4colby]

5 star Spa Treatment ( Smut +18)

Warning: smut ! Short story

Summary: Colby is supposed gets distracted while filming a spa video with his girlfriend.

Word count : 694

Pairing: Colby Brock x female reader

If Colby had an obsession it had to be with your boobs, since the day he met you he had a fixation on them. Sure he noticed your pretty face and he fell in love with your personality but the moment he saw you with your string top on he couldn't help but eye the way your breast rest perfectly on your chest. His eyes kept glancing down to the buds that peaked through the thin material of your shirt. So early on in your friendship you noticed his liking towards them, he would take any chance to cuddle so he could lay right on your chest.

He never went beyond that, respecting your boundaries as friends but it didn't stop him from visualizing how it would feel to lay on them bare, How the soft skin would feel in his palms. So when you guys took it a step further and became official he couldn't get enough of them. He gave the most BS excuses to be able to hold them, he once told you that statistics said it would improve his mental health therefore it was a need which resulted in an eye roll from you.

You had convinced him to let you do his skincare for your channel promising a whole spa experience. You had him lay down on the bed fluffing up the pillows for him and setting your camera besides the bed facing you guys. You had started off with cleansing his face giving him kisses in between as a reward . When you got to microblading your back started aching from leaning over him so you moved to sit on his lap straddling his waist and leaning forward for the perfect angle. Sure it enough it was the perfect angle for Colby as well, your boobs were basically spilling out of your tube top. Every back and forth motion of your arm making them bounce making him hold back a moan.

He wrapped his hands around your bare thighs gently adjusting you on his stomach so you wouldn't feel his dick hardening. Still oblivious to what your actions were doing to him you reached over him to grab a cleansing pad pushing your plump tits towards his face. Allowing his intrusive thoughts to win he reached forward yanking the thin material down causing your boobs to spill out completely. Letting out a surprised Yelp you covered them with your arms jumping back on his torso with wide eyes. " Colby!" You scowled him reaching down to pull your top back up only for him to slap your hand away.

He reached behind you placing a hand on your back and pushed you forward breast bouncing in his face as he placed your nipple in his mouth. Letting out a gasp at the sensation you arched your back placing your hands on his chest to avoid falling over. “Colbs” you moaned as he nippled on the already swollen bud before switching over to your other breast. Remembering the camera was still on you pushed off his chest, he chased your nipple only for you to push him back. Pulling your top back over your breast you got off the bed and went to turn off the camera.

“We can’t use any of this baby.” You pouted trying to decide if anything was salvageable. “ you should send it to me …..for research purposes?” Colby told you smirking as he laid with his arms crossed behind his head looking proud of himself. You rolled your eyes placing the camera in the corner and then going to lay down in the spot next to him. Laying on your side so you could look at him with your head resting on your hand you asked “what now”.

Colby rolled over raising an eyebrow before tugging your shirt down again and grabbing your brushed bud in between his fingers tugging on it. Listening to the small moan that left your mouth he smiled. “ you can let me finish what I was doing?” He asked not waiting for an answer as he rolled you on top of him so he could connect his mouth to your breast.

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Hope you guys enjoy !

Im sorry it was such a short story ! 

[shiorihoshino]

Where Ruin Remembers

When Reality Fractures [Part 2]

When Reality Fractures | 1 | 2 [here currently] | 3 | 4 | 5 | Echoes in the Snow | 1 |

A rush of red and green blocked out your vision, swirling together in a mess of colors as the world spun on its axis. Or, so you think before your rolling came to a stop, laughter spilling out of your lips. The chest your head rested on jostling you as it rose and fell, matching your sounds of joy.

You gave a few light slap to the plane, giggling. Your attempt to lessen the jostling fruitless. On the contrary, more chuckles rushed out. The action bouncing your body more.

Seeing that failed, your hands covered the other's mouth and nose, hoping the lack of air would force them still. Instead, you received a light nip to your finger, a smirk adoring the culprit's lips. Yelping, you jolted back, though, not much as the other's arms kept you caged against them.

You huffed out a name, pretending to be annoyed. It would have worked if not for the sparkle in your eyes and smile on your lips. Then again, even if you had none of those, the other would not have been deceived. Their smirk ever on their lips, eyes shining with mirth and smugness.

A large clawed hand helped you sit up proper, gentle but firm all the same. You busied yourself sweeping off the scattered flower petals from your dress, brushing them to the floor. Head bowed and unaware of soft fond eyes.

You blinked, glancing up from beneath your lashes as you felt careful hands plucking petals from your hair. You did not protest, sitting still and letting the hand do as it pleased without complaint. Well.. Until it sneak under your chin, nudging your eyes up to meet carmine. You always loved them... If rubies could be eyes, this would be what they look like. Deep, a bottomless warm priceless sea that glimmer and shine like stars in the sky, never to be put out.

Clawed hand rubbing your own pulled you from your thoughts. You blink, glancing between beautiful eyes and deadly but careful fingers. Curious, you watched as your hand was guided to the hemi-octahedron ruby embedded in the strong muscular chest. Just shy of touching if you stretch out your finger, lifting ever so slight...

Blood... So much blood...

Your frenzied eyes darted from his chest to the sides, hoping, praying for anything to help lessen the flow. Your feeble muscles straining, pitiful and weak, as you struggled and failed to remove the great sword jabbed deep into where his gem should be. The shattered remains of the stone laid by both your feet.

He's bleeding.. He's bleeding so much.. He's going to.. to...

Your throat squeezed and scratched, the familiar ache bringing your awareness to the fact you were screaming. Or, at least, you thought you were. Your ears had a deafening ring, rendering you unable to perceive any and all sound. Yet even without your hearing, you could feel the sobs wrecking through your body, the clog in your throat and the stinging of your eyes.

Your mouth moved once more, though, you did not register any of the shape it made. Your sight blurred with your tears, no matter how much you tried to blink them away, they clung stubborn to your lashes. In your desperation, your eyes locked with carmine and you broke, shattered until nothing remained.

A gasp ripped out of your mouth, eyes flying open. Your hand scrambled for purchase, clawing at your chest as you forced your body up. Your head ached from the sudden motion, the dizziness and nausea following straight after.

Your free hand clutched at the armrest of the couch you were on, chest heaving for air. To settle the dizziness and nausea or to force back the dam of rushing water building, you didn't know. You didn't have the mental capability to think and find out either, mind a mess of hazy memories, thoughts and emotions.

A deep soothing voice battered into your chaotic mind, stilling you. The sound of double doors swinging open reached you, the person stepping into the room. "You're finally awake. I didn't pay you to arrive just barely on time and then fall asleep—"

The voice drifted to a halt, eyes scanning your messy form from head to toe in rapid succession. Hurried footsteps thump against the carpeted floor, fabric rustling before a gentle hand grab your chin. Your glistening eyes forced up to meet the stern orbs of your boss. The hold unyielding, leaving no room for arguments, all in one motion despite the lack of words exchanged between you two.

"I..." You managed to choke out before a sniffle interrupted you. The storm of emotions you could not place a name on spilling the moment you locked eyes.

Your boss caress your cheek with a thumb, the motion cautious but assured. Lips parted, whispered words shushing you. Your sniffles followed the command, dying down along with your tears. Glistening eyes blinked, lashes heavy with lingering dampness, meeting with the watchful eyes of your employer.

Swallowing a lump, you averted your gaze, dislodging the hand stuck under your chin. You cleared your throat, preoccupied with dampening the heat in your cheeks, unable to notice how those fingers hesitated from moving away. Unable to see how liquid rubies refroze, your boss's posture straightening and the distance between you both returned.

A scoff entered your ear amiss your scramble to wipe your waterworks. "It's late, I'll handle the rest myself." Your head lifted, gawking at your boss, who raised their chin up. "Go, it's already past closing time. I'm not paying for overtime."

Eyes narrowed, you returned the expression, feelings stomped down. "I didn't expect you to." You searched around the couch, snatching your shoulder bag the moment you spotted it. "You're a real cheapskate despite being a billionaire."

You pushed yourself up, hair whipping as you spun to storm out the door. Although, you didn't manage to step from the couch as a hand clasp around your wrist. A firm yank had you collide with hard planes of your boss's chest. The motion disorientated you, eyes blinking rapidly to rid the blur.

"You have a mouth on you, even when the one you're sassing is your superior."

Bristling, you tugged to free your wrist, teeth gritted. "Let go!"

Your boss huff out a chuckle, eyes crinkling at your pitiful attempt to free yourself. Deciding to not agitate you further after whatever nightmare had you so frazzled, your wrist was released soon after. The unexpected action had you stumbling backwards, near tripping over your inky heels.

The moment you caught yourself, you threw a glare up at your employer. Who, unfazed, threw a coat over you head, blinding you. You yelled out, hands flailing out to pull down the thick black blazer. The scene further amusing your employer who took mercy and stepped closer to help.

"The night's cold." A flick of their hands and the blazer that once covered your head now rest on your shoulders, wrapped around your form. The article of clothing dwarfing your figure, not surprising since it belonged to your unfairly tall boss. "If you're found sick after exiting my building, I'll be forced to compensate you."

You huffed, holding the blazer front closed. "Of course that's what you're worried about..." You grumbled under your breath, lips pulled down at the corners.

"Come on, I'm taking you home."

[kingofthe-egirls]

how about an God au with gear 5 luffy?

He's the sun god bored out of his mind until a new girl, Y/N arrives in town. Y/N is a new temple maiden by the way.

He's quickly enamored with her as she is sweet and kind to everyone, but he doesn't like that she has sutiors. She turned them all down though.

One gets handsy to her discomfort but Luffy intervenes with a lightning strike and people see it as an omen and Y/N becomes off limits!

One day to his luck, Y/N arrives to his temple to do cleaning at night, he appears to meet her. Saying he has been watching her since she arrived.

And with some soft coaxing, Luffy starts to spend a real steamy time with her. There won't be a part of her he won't touch! Or taste!

And through that time he makes Y/N his goddess! Which kind of Goddess is up to you!

i have done my best

SUN GOD AU: LUFFY x Y/N

(cw: sun god!au, sorta spoilers, sfw, cheek kiss, reader can't see luffy, food mention)

(a/n: okay so sorry this took so long, this is sorta what i have so far, i just haven't written the smut yet. it's sorta plot heavy, so i hope you still enjoy this!)

words: 1.1k

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Sun God Nika is bored. 

She's dusting the altar again, singing to herself. He peers down from the marble pillars, legs wrapped around the column as he stares at her working. She's wearing a soft chiton, pastel pink like the rose petals she sprinkles on the golden offering dish. Luffy'd much prefer meat.

"Hmm," he stares down at her, swinging upside down from the pillar. She doesn't see him yet. He wonders if he should say something, maybe get her attention. Most priestesses can see him, if he speaks up. She's singing now, murmuring little lullabies with a songbird's voice. 

Luffy smiles.

She's pretty.

So he spirals down the marble pillar, letting his limbs snap back to his torso with a whack as he lands. He stands, grinning, his fists on his hips. He's shirtless, wearing nothing but his clouds and snow-white shorts. His sash swishes violet around his waist, as he steps up behind her with a shit-eating grin on his face. He's sending out rays of sunlight, he can tell, since she's all lit up sparkly and gold as he approaches her. 

She's sweeping as she hums, brushing away the dried rosebuds and sunflower seed shells from this week's previous offerings. He likes the seeds, but since he can't eat roses he wishes she'd leave the petals out of it. She stops, suddenly. She shifts, as she starts to sense his presence.

She turns, and Luffy stands with his biggest grin to greet his newest friend.

She's staring right at him, but her eyebrows are furrowed as she scans the room. He waves. 

"Hi!"

She screams.

"Ah!" She yelps, jumping in place as she drops the broom. It clatters to the floor, scattering shells and petals everywhere. She swirls around, shaking visibly in surprise. "Wh-what the fuck?! Is there someone here?" She's breathing heavily, nostrils flaring as she tries to keep her cool. Her soft dress sways around the scattered rosebuds. Luffy's confused.

"Hello?" He says again, head tilted. She stares at the space he's occupying, but sort of past it. Luffy waves again, but she doesn't respond. Oh. She can't see him.

That's a first.

"Huh!" He says, stumped. But then he gets an idea, and he's smiling again as he saunters up to her. "It's me!" He smacks a kiss on her cheek, expecting the swoon he usually gets, but she screams and slaps him in the face. She scrambles backward, swiping up her broom to wield in front of herself like a bo staff. She's flushed, chest heaving in fear. 

Oh.

Luffy scrunches his lips to the side: he's somehow made a mistake. 

Nami, his sister-goddess (she governs stars, currency, and navigation), would smack him upside the head for something like this. He frowns, sitting cross-legged in midair as he stares at the frightened human. She swallows heavily, starting to shuffle around to behind the altar. She looks like she's going to bolt at any second.

"Okay, okay, sorry!" He waves his hands in surrender, but then drops them as he realizes she can't see his gestures. He casts about him, searching for a way to calm her down. "Ah…uhh," he swirls around to the other side of the altar with her, sending as much radiance and light as he could. "See that? See the sunlight?" He asks hopefully, seeing the gold reflections in her eyes.

She stares.

"S-sorta…," she allows, still brandishing her bo-staff-broom. 

Luffy snickers, setting his feet down on the marble floor. His sandals crunch over the scattered shells. "It's me! Sorry ya can't see me, I dunno what that's about…" He frowns, scanning over her face. She seems like she can see other stuff, like how she stares at the rose petals and the flickering candle lights. Or her own fists wrapped tight around the handle of her broom.

"Here," he says softly, alighting his fingertips onto the tip of the handle. He pushes it down, just so she can feel his weight manipulating objects in the mortal world. She gasps, but doesn't drop the broom. He slowly slides his hand down the handle, until his fingertips are almost touching hers. He doesn't want to scare her again, so this time he asks. 

"S'okay if I touch ya?"

She hesitates, but nods.

So he softly traces the backs of her knuckles, before wrapping his hand around her fist. She's smaller than him. She seems to glow a little bit, being touched by a god. She breathes in a sigh of relief, shoulders visibly relaxing. She lets go of the broom with one hand, letting her fingers tangle with his invisible ones. She's soft as feathers.

"Doesn't hurt, does it?" He asks cheekily, and she smiles as she shakes her head.

"S'warm," she confesses, letting his fingers trail up her inner forearm to dance at the crease of her elbow. She scrunches her nose, "Tickles."

"Shishishi," Luffy snickers and pulls away. He sits back up in midair, legs crisscrossed under him. "So, what's it like serving me? S'fun so far?" He tilts his head, floating along behind her as she sets the broom to the side. She seems much more comfortable now, since she knows he's real. She's all melty and relaxed, like she's been sunbathing for a while.

She smiles dreamily, fingers playing in her hair. It's decorated with gold jewelry, with a sparkling jewel at the center of her forehead. Third eye, Nico Robin would call it. She's much better at this spiritual stuff than Luffy is, truthfully. But his temple priestess is suddenly flustered again, except this time she's blushing instead of breathing heavily. 

"Oh, um! I should have offered you sunflowers, or something–"

"You're good!" He's sick of flowers, "Is there any meat instead?"

"Meat?"

Luffy flicks a sunflower seed off the gold offering dish. He sits on the marble slab, relaxing amid the candles with his head propped up on his hand. "S'my favorite! Any kind of meat will do," he watches her cast about breathlessly, a soft blush decorating her cheeks.

She's cute.

Luffy likes her, he decides, although he'd already liked her singing. 

She shakes her head, comma of displeasure forming between her eyebrows. "I-I don't think so… I'd have to go to the market," she twists her fingers in front of her, tangling them in the soft pink fabric of her dress. She stares to the left of where Luffy stands. "Is…that okay?"

"Sure!" Luffy chirps, sliding his warm hand into hers. She blushes ferociously, but she squeezes his hand in comfort, anyway. He swings their arms between them as he starts leading her toward the front door. "Let's go!"

She stops, stricken. "Wh-what?"

Luffy snickers, "Let's go together! Cmon, it'll be an adventure!"

She swallows, letting him start dragging her back towards the door. She scuffs her sandals along the sandstone floor, but she doesn't refuse. "Okay," she says quietly, "I think I'd like an adventure," she smiles at him, sorta to the side, and Luffy beams back. He squeezes her hand.

"Let's have an adventure, then!"

She smiles, and lets Luffy drag her all the way to the town square.

[partycatty]

i am so desperate to top dark star!johnny he makes me so horny mad, like someone humble that son of a bitch. it so doesn’t fit him to be topped but 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

UGHHH UR SO ME FR!!!! LMFAOOAAO i love pathetic men!!!! i love projecting my kinks onto my fics — WHAAAT WHO SAID THAAAT????

for those unfamiliar with dark star!johnny

dark star!johnny cage > payback

you have had it up to HERE with the white man's utter nonsense.

warnings: you humble evil johnny sexually. 😀 no but fr this is nsfw, bratty johnny and he hates it, he says "stop" and "no" but we all know he's lying and he loves it (afab reader)

notes: i was so excited to write this i don't even think it's coherent i'm literally barking gnawing frothing foaming i crawled to my pc to boot up the game to make gifs of him for future use bc i know DAMN well i will come back to this clown

masterlist &lt;3

i will microwave him.

part 1* / part 2* / part 4* / part 5* / part 6*

•lord have mercy where do i even begin.

•alright, so let's paint a picture here.

•dark star!johnny may have stupid amounts of money, but he's a fucking idiot. he didn't spend a single cent on you for christmas! he'd argue with you for hours, saying both "i am the gift!" and "i buy you enough shit the rest of the year and now you want more?"

•when you argue to the point of running out of new things to bring up, you decide to angrily drop the topic entirely and move on with life. that is, until you hear johnny's muffled voice call from you from upstairs as you begin to prep dinner several days after the holiday.

•"sweet cheeks, a hand would be nice!" he shouts, a suspiciously evident grin in his tone of voice. you roll your eyes as his persistent cocky nature, but your frown turns into a little gasp when you open the bedroom to your shared door.

•this absolute idiot is sitting face down ass up on your silk sheets, tied down nice and tight with a thick red ribbon. a bow rests on his neck and broad chest. The Coat is discarded on a chair beside the bed, but everything else is still on. he smushes his cheek against the sheets as he desperately tries and cranes his head to look at you.

•"heeeey babe," he'll meekly greet you, shimmying his shoulders. "i, uh. i was going to surprise you. but i kinda fell forward and couldn't get back up. it was supposed to be a sexy pose but i tied my arms down before anything else and i can't prop myself up."

•"you're a dumbass," you reply back with a frown, not entirely amused as much as he is. "you think this makes up for your fuckup?"

•"...yes?"

•"no! and you know what? i'm gonna fucking enjoy this whether you like it or not!" you sigh with exasperation, slapping his clothed ass pretty hard, the sound of contact echoing in your large bedroom. he lets out a whiny shout, trying to tug his hips away from you out of desperation and ending up flopping onto his back.

•"hey! not fucking funny. i hate when you do that," he'll complain with a scowl, but his protests are hard to take seriously when he flips over and reveals an angry boner throbbing against his pants.

•"yeah, that's why you have a raging hard-on," you reply with a dramatic groan, grabbing a handful of his thick shaft through his dress pants. he yelps again, twitching his hips upward as you feel his heartbeat through his cock. "i'm not helping you up, johnny. this is payback. for christmas."

•you climb on top of him, hovering your lips right above his in a sickeningly sweet way. johnny, like the needy whore he is, tries to lift his head up and capture your lips, but you cut the attempt short when you expertly undo his belt in a swift one-handed motion and squeeze his dick through his boxer briefs. his once puckered lips open to let out a deep, strained whine, and you feel a warm wetness in his pants as you milk the pre-cum from his tip with your grasp alone.

•ohhh he is in AGONY. ds!johnny literally HATES when he's not in control, and even though he feels his dick get impossibly harder, he's still writhing at the thought of not being the leader.

•"come on, dollface," he'll try to protest with furrowed brows, but you see the way he bites his bottom lip. "don't play mean. that's not how this was meant to go."

•you don't even reply to his annoyance, you just stick a finger between his neck and the ribbon around it, tugging it and sending a wave of pressure on the sides of his neck. his eyes involuntarily roll back as you temporarily choke him with his own doing.

•"you're gonna take it, aren't you? the torture?" you ask, palming him through his underwear and holding his face close to yours. his expression contorts instantly at your roughness. "how are you gonna fucking like it when i treat you like shit?"

•"you'll regret it," he groans out in an attempted threat, but it ends up sounding more breathy and gravely than intended. "you'll fucking regret crossing me like this."

•he's literally the one that had the genius idea to tie himself up. he's a Grade A idiot for putting himself in the situation to begin with. or maybe he likes it :)

•you hastily tug your own pants off, shaking your leg to throw them aside. once you're free of the fabric, you pull down johnny's pants too, since he hasn't got the ability to do it on his own. sure enough, his underwear is already definitely stained, and yours is getting there. the sight along made a wetness pool in your panties. something about such a cocky, annoying man finally being put in his place was starting to drive you a little wild as you straddle his hips.

•you shove your panties aside and settle them in the crack between you pussy and thighs, and return the gesture to your boyfriend by tugging his waistband down and unleashing his little jonathan (sorry). his pink, angry cock springs free and slaps against your tummy. you giggle.

•"ha, ha. very funny. untie me now," johnny whines again with a frustrated tone, but there's a hint of blush on his cheeks as he looks away from your body on top of his. his anger contorts into needy moans when you wrap your fingers around his dick, stroking at a medium pace and coating himself in his own precum. "ngh, fuck — stop it, i'm not fucking playing around — aah —"

•his back hopelessly arches as you lazily stroke his dick. when you decide he's hot and ready enough for the real thing after he turns into a blabbering mess, you hover above his dick and grab two fistfuls of the ribbons; one on his neck and one on his chest. his pretty lips part as he catches his breath from the sudden movement, eyes darting across your features.

•as he tries to make sense of your bold move, you sink down onto his throbbing cock and fully take him in your walls. he's unable to writhe and squirm as you hold him in place firmly. johnny's eyebrows knit together and he swiftly moves his head to the side, his sunglasses crooked and dropping on his hooked nose. when he finally gets the strength to look down at your pussy engulfing his length, he whines at the beautiful sight and involuntarily bucks up to relieve the strain. you immediately let out a little shout of discipline and pull his upper body toward you.

•"my pace or no pace," you warn through gritted teeth. "don't pull that shit again."

•"or what?" he replies with a cocky grin, his horniness absolutely dripping from his voice. "you don't scare me." as he tries to play right back, you slam yourself down on his cock again without warning, his tip kissing your cervix invitingly. his eyes widen and he yelps out pathetically before turning it into an angry groan. "you're such a fucking bitch. i hate you."

•he starts to spew more utter nonsense about hating you and you being a bitch as you start to actually ride him, for once at your own pace. he's typically fucking up into you but this time he's tied down and taking it like a good boy! you needed this, though, to let out your frustrations with him lately. it's incredibly funny that, yes, he could technically just start bucking his hips into you, but you take note that he's actually listening to your threat and allowing himself to be used. you remind yourself to ask him to top him more often. i doubt he'd say yes.

•your pace becomes a relentless combination of slamming his cock and grinding on it to stimulate your clit, and johnny has now turned into a whimpering mess. his perfect hair was sticking to his forehead and flying out in all directions, his sunglasses were just barely hanging onto the bridge of his nose. all the while, he's still sputtering complains about being used and begging you to stop, but they sound hungrier than disgusted. your deep moans drown out his whines and cries, and you frankly don't really care about how he feels.

•you've officially fucked him stupid. he can't even get a proper word out as he's now trying to literally break the ribbons and give him access to his hands, but he's so horny he can't find the strength he typically has.

•"b... stop — babe — 'm gonna cum if you — aah, oh you fucker —" johnny starts to twitch and whimper, thrashing his head side to side as he gets closer toward release. you don't really give a shit though, as you're now chasing your own orgasm as your grinding becomes increasingly uneven. you grab hold of his neck to stabilize yourself, and the coil in your core snaps, your body sending waves of blissful pleasure through your entire being. you're violently reminded of your boyfriend's impending load when he throws away all command you gave him and starts fucking up into your sensitive pussy, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes as he pathetically tries to get himself there, too.

•you're acutely familiar with how his cock throbs when he's about to cum, and you use this information to your advantage as you abruptly pull yourself up and away right as he shoots his load. he lets out a damn near cry for help as he makes a complete mess of himself. it shoots up high, painting his stomach and chest as his hips thrust into nothing.

•"YOU FUCKING —" he groans out, eyes clenched shut as his desperation makes him act out. "I WANTED TO CUM INSIDE. YOU KNOW THAT'S MY FAVORITE. AND YOU RUINED A PERFECTLY NICE SHIRT!"

•all you do is return to straddling his hips, sliding your panties back into place and catching your breath.

•"but you look better like this," you reply lowly, taking a flat palm and putting it on his stomach. "all tied down and fucked out. i could get used to it. besides, this was my gift, wasn't it?"

•as his head tilts back to regain his composure, you snap a quick photo of his cum-stained shirt, flushed expression, and weeping dick.

•"consider this payback," you chuckle, wiggling the photo in front of his eyes. "i might just post this everywhere if you don't get me anything for my birthday next."

•"delete that, you cunt," he hisses back, once again trying to free himself. "untie me now. fun's over."

•"nah, i'm good," you reply, your annoying boyfriend being restrained giving you a dangerous amount of confidence. "i think i'll just leave you here. not before cleaning up your cum with your coat, maybe."

•"DO NOT USE MY COAT. IT WAS EXPENSIVE."

[suguruilyx]

yuuji x ftm reader Headcannons! (+ megumi)

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Sfw!

-he’ll make you take binder breaks if you haven’t got top surgery!

-If you are feeling insecure about your body, or are being bullied for it, first he’ll beat the shit out of them, then cuddle, and kiss you all over

for example:

—

“are you ok sweetie?” He kissed you all over your face “my sweet boy, are you?” He asked you that every 1 minute , you nodded everytime, not wanting to worry him any further.

“m’ok yuu..just tired” you sniffed up your snot, that was about to run out, he wiped your tears “ok..ok let’s rest up then, ok?” He kissed your forehead, once again, before falling asleep holding you.

—

-if you DID get top surgery, without a doubt, yuuji would kiss your scars when you guys are lying down in bed, or he’ll just simply trace them with his finger, or even draw stars on them ^^

For example:

you giggled as you felt yuujis finger trace your scars, him giving them little kisses “yuuji..” you smiled “hm? What is it?” He asked scooting up to your neck, nesting his head into your neck, as he starting kissing it.

“I was thinking about..mh..g—going on a date” you whimpered, as he suckled at your neck “hm….ok” he continued sucking.

— -He shares all his clothes with you, no questions asked, the idea of you walking around in his clothes makes him so happy :D

—-

nsfw! (Skip if needed)

-he absolutely loves the sounds that come out your mouth, it gets him more aroused, slamming himself into you harder, his thrusting getting faster.

-ok this may sound mean but I don’t find yuuji one to last long, probably only lasts like 2-3 minutes, but he has a bunch of stamina…8-9 rounds at tops.

-if you want, he lets you top sometimes, when you do he becomes all submissive as you ride his cock.

-he’s a superrrr soft dom, but if you are bratty, I don’t think he’ll be as caring.

-probably shares you with megumi

-for his cock….hmmm…I’d say 6-7 inches? Hes cock isn’t that big to him so he tries his best to reach your sweet spot, but since he doesn’t think he’s big enough for you he usually puts you in a full Nelson, he’s more of a girthy guy sooo, his girth is 4 inches

for example:

—-

Such a good boy for me,” he kissed your pussy gently, eyes catching yours making you moan, your back arching. “So handsome,” kiss “so gorgeous” kiss

“yuuji….~hng..” you moan, “you taste so good my love, I can stay like this forever,” he said as he continued to rub his thumb on your clit, “y—yuuj-! Mgh!~” you yelped, you were so close, but yuuji stopped toying with you “uh-uh-uh sorry baby, you can only cum when I say so m’kay?” He cooed, your body shaking, your hair started to stick to your forehead, drool started falling down from your mouth, yuuji almost came, you looked you handsome “ how about this my prince, we can cum together, hm?” you nodded so fast, your cunt getting wetter and wetter at the second, grinding on his leg, he didn’t notice until you started mowing louder “yuuj-“ megumi cut off as he saw you two, “Megs! U-uhm..um.” it was silent for at least 5 minutes, you broke the silence with a loud moan, the both of them were confused until yuuji looked down, you came all over the bed, and on yuujis leg, “hey megs, wanna join?” He grinned, megumi looked shocked for a moment but… “sure, why not.” Megumi shrugs.

“y-y-you two are kidding right?! I can’t fit the both of you at the same time.!” You cried out, megumi rubbing your clit, as he chuckled “you’re shaking honey” he kissed your forehead, “he just came fushi” yuuji replied, you were frozen with shocked, until you felt megumis mouth graze your pussy.

“g—gumi?! What are you doing” you shrieked “what does it look like?” He replied, “gah!~ mgh..!” You cried as yuuji slammed his cock into you, “let’s work together, k megs?” Yuuji said, megumi nodded and started to eat you out, as yuuji thrusted in and out.

“W—wait nu!~ s—sensitive…!” You wailed, grabbing at megumis hair, trying to pull him back from licking your cunt, “hes gettin close megs” yuuji moaned as you tightened around him.

“s—stop gumi!! I-I-it’ll go all over!” You whined, and whined until yuuji slammed into you your mouth open as you let out a silent scream.

you came all over megumis face, and yuujis lap “ff-fuck…[name]…you got so tight I couldn’t pull out” yuuji whimpered, “some of your cum got in my eye” megumi grinned.

megumi licking yuujis cum out of your hole, “baby? You alright?” Yuuji asked as your eyes fluttered, one of your eyes half lidded and the other one fully open, they somehow knocked you into sub-space “honey?” Megs whispered “mmh…m’o-ok, m’…” you slurred and your words sounded more short.

“tired…” you murmured before falling asleep in yuujis arms, “ahh..no fair…” yuuji pouted, megumi looked up st yuuji “wanna fuck him till he wakes up?” Oh boy, once you wake up your tummy’s going to be full of their cum. :(

[zoniteillusion-pyritedreams]

How Jay enhypen would behave and pursue his crush?😽

“Jay from ENHYPEN in Crush Mode: Cold, Cute, Conflicted, Chaotic”

So bestie...

I asked Aphrodite how our resident prince of luxury, books, and bite aka Jay of ENHYPEN acts when he's catching feelings and actively pursuing a crush. The tarot deck practically yelped. Let’s unpack the emotionally unavailable yet secretly down-bad masterpiece that is Jay in love.

Phase 1: The “Do I Even Like You?” Spiral

Page of Pentacles reversed + Queen of Swords reversed + Two of Swords = Jay is mentally battling himself. He overthinks EVERYTHING.

Like: “Am I imagining this?” “What if they don’t like me back?” “What’s the ROI on this emotional investment?”

His walls? Built By Engineers.

He might give cold, distant vibes at first he wants control, not chaos.

Phase 2: Inner Turmoil but External Freeze

The Lovers reversed + 5 of Wands reversed = Jay doesn’t want drama. He Wants Clarity.

But his fear of vulnerability, rejection, and looking foolish makes him freeze up.

The Hermit card says: he’ll pull back to observe, analyze, and stalk your socials from a safe emotional distance.

It’s giving “I’ll ghost you for three days just to calm down my heart rate.”

Phase 3: “I Want You But I Hate Feeling Weak”

Three of Swords + Six of Pentacles reversed + Seven of Pentacles reversed = Jay has likely been burned before, so he’s not quick to give.

He wants PROOF you won’t waste his time or mess with his heart.

His love language? Emotional ROI.

And babe… he’s not giving you flowers until he knows you won’t crush them.

Phase 4: The Slow (Possessive) Pursuit

Eight of Wands + Three of Pentacles = Once he’s sure? Game on.

He suddenly moves fast, efficient, and strategic. Think texts, planning hangouts, building rapport, showing off that rich-boy intellectual charm.

Jay will “soft launch” his interest through collaboration, helping you, sharing music/books, and subtle flirting.

But don’t expect a mushy confession he’s not that guy (Right away at least

) More like "I remember your coffee order and printed your favorite meme on a hoodie.”

Secret Sauce: The Romantic Hidden Under Cynicism

The Empress reversed + Page of Cups reversed + The Star reversed = Deep down, Jay is craving softness, love, and healing, but he doesn't trust it yet.

He hides his romantic side under sarcasm, intellect, and “I don’t need anyone” vibes.

Death reversed = He struggles to let go of past heartbreak, so it’s slow for him to fully open.

But if he lets you in? You’re in. Like, he will protect and ride for you like a knight in black Saint Laurent armor.

Jay Crushing Looks Like:

Cool, distant, mysterious... until he’s sure.

Slow burn, lots of overthinking.

Acts like he’s not into you but watches you like a hawk.

Once he knows it’s real, he starts building that trust-based slow romance arc.

Think: emotionally constipated boyfriend who buys you a $700 coat because you mentioned being cold once.

He’ll never say “I like you” first but he’ll Show It if you look close enough.

Basically Jay goes full Sugar Daddy Mode when he genuinely starts liking someone and sees a possibility of dating them. Initially he is running from it he's running as far away from his feelings as possible. He's like Little Wayne in that one song where he's like you said Love is in the air so I hold my breath to my face turns purple. Okay he's not he's not trying to catch feelings out in the streets. He's trying to do the opposite of that.

Him being traumatized is unsurprising. I feel like whenever I do readings again for 4th / 5th gen boy groups they all have some form of trauma both career-wise and romance wise. Which I blame on partially companies and the way that they have conditioned the fans and partially on the fans. Because I think it makes it so much harder for them to even try to find Romance outside of their very small idle hemisphere. Reason being if they try and a normal civilian and it somehow gets out there now they might have just possibly ruined this person's life if things don't work out if they break up or if there's any issues that happen there's a high likelihood that they will have fans going after them. Like this person can have their entire family doxxed online they could end up having all their personal information put out there losing their job financial support of things having issues if they're like still in college exedra like unless they're dating someone who is some big shot big man CEO owner of their own brand business Etc it probably pretty hard to date outside of people already in the industry. Which could just lead to more trauma.

Also this is just the energy that I'm getting but I feel like specifically with HYBE it's kind of like a OG back in the day SM situation for those who might not have been part or fans of K-pop at that time during my elementary middle school era of like in Kpop most of the time if an SM artist was dating someone it was another SM artist or was rumored that they were dating a trainee or an actor Etc that was also signed to the company. I feel like that's kind of how this company is operating currently with their dating situation. It's giving he was broken or heartbroken slash went through some shit which is why he's very weary of dating again but also this is probably someone he has to see occasionally in the building in the office being running into each other it's a possible trainee it could technically be someone who just like works in the building etc. Like those are the Vibes it's giving like genuinely speaking it feels like if the artist in this company are dating people they're either dating people who work in the company so that the company can keep an eye on it or it's going to be an SM artist.

I don't know why but it's kind of giving that SM broke up with jyp because if you knew anything you knew back in the day a lot of cross group dating was primarily between jyp and SM or YG and mid to small size companies like none of them were dating other big artists. And I feel like for whatever reason the vibe is if an SM artist is going to date someone who isn't a fellow as an artist or working under one of their umbrella companies people seem to forget that SM does still technically own especially now that they were technically brought out by Kakao they own acting companies not divisions in their company but like full on companies outside like has a DJing company I feel like people get confused because people are like oh yeah Johnny does DJing no they have several Korean DJs under contract but it's a separate company from their music company / record label. It's very Disney x-alantic records cuz I think that's actually Disney's record company like Disney owns one of the big record companies in America but it's not under the Disney Corporation but it's still owned by the same people that own disney. That's how you get around a monopoly in business see I'm teaching you guys shit that I also happen to learn but yes that's why the 1% seems to be like the same seven families because the only thing that prevents it from being considered Monopoly is that it's not all under the same Corporation it's like PepsiCo I'm pretty sure Pepsi also owns Frito-Lay Corporation and several other food corporations but because they're not all under the exact same label they don't count as a monopoly. Anyway business lessons over.