#Bring Something to Entertain on a Long Trip

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halfway to always

quinn hughes x sharks!reader

summary: reader is Macklin and Will's bff who works for the Sharks. She gets invited to the lakehouse after meeting Jack Hughes who thinks she would be perfect for his brother.

There was a week-long break after the Devils played the Sharks, and Jack Hughes was eager to take advantage of a couple of extra days in the sunny weather of San Jose. After a grueling stretch of games, a beach day sounded perfect.

“We just need to stop and pick one more person up, and then we’ll be good to go,” Macklin Celebrini said as he slid into the driver’s seat of the car.

“Who?” Jack asked, shifting in his seat to glance at Will Smith in the back.

“Y/n,” Macklin answered simply.

Will furrowed his brows. “Does she even know we’re coming?”

“No, but I’m sure she isn’t doing anything,” Macklin chirped, grinning. Will snorted in response, clearly used to this kind of behavior from him.

“Who’s Y/n?” Jack questioned, still confused.

“She’s our best friend,” Will said casually. “She also works for the Sharks in player personnel, which is how we met her.”

“Yeah, her job was to make sure we started acting like adults, and now she’s stuck with us forever,” Macklin joked.

Jack smirked. “Is she dating one of you?”

“I wish,” Will scoffed. “She says that we’re babies. But she’s our best friend for real; you’ll love her.”

When they finally made it to your door, Jack immediately understood why they were both so attached to you. You were stunning. Your long hair was piled haphazardly on top of your head, and you answered the door in an oversized Sharks sweatshirt and shorts, your bare legs curled slightly from standing in the doorway. There was an immediate spark of curiosity in Jack, but what entertained him most was the way your expression immediately twisted into mild annoyance the second you saw Macklin and Will.

“What are you doing here?” you asked warily, your voice laced with irritation.

“Come to the beach with us, please,” Macklin begged, giving you his best puppy dog eyes.

“I’m busy,” you replied, crossing your arms over your chest.

“No, you aren’t,” Will countered, stepping around you and waltzing into the apartment like he owned the place. “This is Jack, by the way.”

“I know who he is,” you grumbled, stepping aside to let them all in.

“Sorry to intrude,” Jack said sheepishly, and you waved him off.

“This is like every day of my life.”

Will and Macklin made themselves comfortable on your couch as you sighed, resigning yourself to their plans. As much as you griped about babysitting them, they were your best friends. What had started as a work obligation had turned into late-night hangouts, last-minute road trip plans, and a friendship you wouldn’t trade for anything.

You disappeared into your room to change, and when you emerged, Jack’s eyes instinctively followed you.

“Did you bring sunscreen? Food? Water?” you asked, hands on your hips.

Will and Macklin exchanged a sheepish glance before shaking their heads.

“Jesus Christ,” you muttered, moving into the kitchen to gather supplies.

“She’s like our mom,” Will told Jack, watching as you furrowed your brows in concentration while making sandwiches. “We’d probably die without her.”

“She tells us we’re like Ollie and Andy from Bob’s Burgers all the time,” Macklin added with a groan.

Jack snorted. He leaned against the counter, watching you thoughtfully. There was something about you that reminded him of his older brother.

“She’s kind of like Quinn,” he mused.

“That’s actually a good comparison,” Macklin said, nodding. “They’d be a hot couple.”

“Macklin,” you warned, hearing him loud and clear.

“What?” Macklin shrugged innocently. “I’m just saying. You’re both responsible adults who take care of children like us.”

You rolled your eyes, placing the last sandwich in the cooler. "I've never even met Quinn."

"But you've watched him play," Will pointed out with a smirk. "Remember when you said his edge work was—"

"Finish that sentence and I'm not packing any beer," you threatened, pointing a knife still coated in mayo at him.

Will immediately clamped his mouth shut while Jack's interest was piqued. "What did she say about Quinn's edge work?"

"Nothing," you said quickly, feeling heat rise to your cheeks. "Just professional observations."

Will smartly kept his mouth shut as you finished packing the cooler. Soon, you were all piled into the car, en route to the beach.

Once there, Macklin took off toward the water while you fell into step beside Will, Jack trailing slightly behind.

“You good?” you asked Will softly. He had been acting a little off since earlier—nothing obvious, but you knew him well enough to catch it.

“Yeah,” he said quickly. Too quickly. You shot him a look, and he sighed. “A lot of people are saying I should get sent down.”

Your heart clenched. You knew he was struggling a little, especially compared to how well Macklin was doing.

“A lot of people aren’t Coach,” you said gently. “You know what you need to work on.”

“I know,” he admitted. “The pressure is getting to me.”

“I’ll come in early with you this week to set up drills,” you offered.

A small smile tugged at his lips. “You’re too good to me.” He threw an arm around your shoulders as you walked down the beach together.

Jack watched the interaction quietly. He knew how tough it was to be a rookie in the NHL, and it reassured him to see that Will had someone looking out for him. He thought about Quinn and how the weight of being a captain seemed to be isolating him more and more.

As the day went on, you and Jack got to know each other better. He was charming, easy to talk to, and you found yourself enjoying his company more than expected.

“Do you have the summer off too?” Jack asked as you reapplied sunscreen.

You chuckled. “No, some of us have real jobs.”

Jack blushed. “I meant, do you get any time off?”

“I take most of my PTO during the summer,” you admitted.

“You should come to the lake with us,” he suggested. “Macklin and Will are already coming, and we have plenty of extra space.”

You hesitated, meeting his hopeful gaze. “I don’t want to intrude on guy time.”

“There will be other girls there,” he assured you. “And honestly, I don’t think they would survive without you.”

Macklin and Will reappeared, both dripping wet.

“Convincing her to come to the lake?” Macklin asked, moving his wet hair purposely over you to drip. You swatted at him but he jumped out of the way laughing. 

“Please come, Y/n,” Will pleaded.

You sighed, leaning back against your towel. “Fine.”

Jack grinned. Maybe this trip would be more interesting than he thought.

—----------------------------------------------------

You landed in Michigan the evening of your first day off. Will came to get you and he swept you up in his arms the second he saw you. 

“I missed you,” he exclaimed dramatically as you giggled, finally pulling apart. 

“It’s been like three days buddy,” you reminded him, passing your bag off for him to carry. 

“Three days too long, it’s been boring without you,” he complained. 

“I doubt that,” you replied, amused. He talked your ear off on the ride to the house, mentioning that you just had time to drop your stuff off before they had a bonfire that night. 

Macklin was sitting on the steps as you pulled up, bouncing up eagerly the second he saw you. 

“Y/n!” He yelled bolting towards you. 

“Hi Mack,” you laughed into him, melting into his familiar embrace. Will carried your stuff in and you let Macklin lead you into the house. 

“Hey Jack,” you greeted, waving to the boy who was waiting in the entryway. He pulled you into a hug. 

“Good to see you, y/n,” he said before tugging your arm. “Let me introduce you to everyone else.”

You met his younger brother Luke, his teammate Nico and his girlfriend, and then finally his older brother. 

“I’m Quinn,” the oldest Hughes brother said, sticking out a hand to you. He had an amused expression on his face which you knew had to do with the two bouncing balls of energy that were behind you. “I’ve heard a lot about you.” 

"All good things, I hope," you said, feeling a flicker of self-consciousness as Quinn's hand lingered in yours a moment longer than necessary.

"Mostly complaints about how you force them to act like grown-ups," Quinn replied with a slight smirk, releasing your hand. "Which, honestly, is impressive. Getting Macklin to pick up after himself when he stayed with us was a challenge."

You laughed, feeling yourself relax a little. There was something about Quinn that put you at ease—a quiet confidence that contrasted with Macklin and Will's chaotic energy.

"I'll show you where you're staying," Jack offered, grabbing your bag from Will.

"I can take it," Will protested, but Jack was already heading up the stairs.

"You can fight over who gets to carry her stuff later," Quinn said dryly, giving you an apologetic glance that sent butterflies to your stomach. “The fire is already started.” 

Sure enough there was a nice fire going in the backyard. A hodgepodge of lawn chairs and patio furniture surrounded it and you sat down on a comfy outdoor couch, Macklin plopping down right next to you. His arm slung behind you and you leaned into him, resting your head against his shoulder. 

“Long day?” He asked and you nodded. 

“Had to tie up some last minute things at work and then of course saved all the packing for before the flight.” 

“Sounds like you,” he teased and you rolled your eyes smiling. 

“How’s it been here so far?” You asked. 

“Fun, I missed the Hughes’ bros so it’s been good to catch up,” he told you. “The break will be good for us, especially Will.” 

You looked over at Will, who was talking animatedly about something with Luke.

“I’ve been worried about him,” you admitted. 

“Me too,” Macklin agreed. “He’ll figure it out.” 

Quinn was watching you from across the fire, sipping his beer slowly, much to Jack’s amusement. 

“Are you sure they aren’t in some weird throuple thing?” He finally asked, breaking the silence. Jack snorted, glancing over to you and Macklin. 

“I promise you they aren’t,” he confirmed. “Just good friends.” 

Quinn hummed noncommittally, taking another sip of his beer. His eyes hadn't left you since you'd arrived. There was something captivating about the way you fit so seamlessly into their group yet maintained a quiet authority over the rookies.

As the night progressed, you found yourself drifting between conversations. Luke was telling you about his latest game when Quinn finally approached, offering you another drink.

"Thanks," you said, accepting the cold beer from his hands. Your fingers brushed briefly, sending an unexpected jolt through you.

"So, player personnel," Quinn began, settling into the chair beside you. "That's an interesting role for someone so young."

You raised an eyebrow, “thanks for the vote of confidence.” 

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he backtracked. “Just thinking about how I would have enjoyed coming to the Canucks a little more if it was someone like you helping me versus a fifty year old man.” 

“Someone like me?” You teased, grinning widely as the older brother blushed. 

“You know what I mean,” he mumbled. 

You laughed softly, taking a sip of your beer. “I do, actually. A lot of guys coming into the league are barely out of high school, moving across the country, or even from overseas. It helps to have someone who understands what that transition is like—who can be a little more... relatable.”

Quinn nodded, leaning back in his chair. “Makes sense. I remember my first year was a whirlwind. You must have your hands full with those two.” He nodded toward Macklin and Will, who were now arguing over the best way to roast a marshmallow.

“You have no idea,” you groaned playfully. “They’re like two overgrown puppies. They mean well, but I swear I spend half my time keeping them from doing something stupid.”

Quinn chuckled. “Sounds familiar. Jack and Luke were the same way growing up. Still are, honestly.”

You turned to face him more fully, intrigued. “So, does that make you the responsible one? The one who keeps everyone in check?”

He smirked, taking another sip of his beer. “I try, but Jack and Luke don’t listen to me half the time. I think they see me more as the grumpy older brother who ruins their fun.”

You tilted your head, considering him. “I don’t think you’re grumpy. More like... observant.”

His eyes flickered with something unreadable before he looked away, watching the fire. “Maybe.”

You studied him for a moment. Quinn was quieter than his brothers, more reserved, but there was an undeniable warmth to him—something steady, reliable. You could see why Jack and Luke looked up to him, even if they didn’t always admit it.

“So,” Quinn said, breaking the silence. “What did you say about my edge work?”

Your cheeks immediately flushed, and you groaned, dragging a hand over your face. “Oh my god, I knew Will was going to say something.”

Quinn’s smirk deepened. “I’m just curious. Professional observations, right?”

You sighed, shaking your head. “Fine. I might have said it was some of the best I’ve ever seen.”

He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Might have?”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t fight the smile tugging at your lips. “Okay, I did say that. Happy now?”

Quinn took a slow sip of his beer, his eyes never leaving yours. “Yeah. I think I am.”

The air between you felt charged for a split second before Macklin’s voice rang out, breaking the moment.

“Y/n! Come settle this for us. Who’s making the better s’more—me or Will?”

You turned to Quinn, laughing. “Duty calls.”

Quinn watched as you walked toward the rookies, effortlessly slipping back into your role as their unofficial big sister. Jack nudged him from the side, a knowing grin on his face.

“You’re screwed,” Jack muttered.

Quinn just hummed, eyes still locked on you. “Yeah. I think I am.”

The next morning, you woke up at sunrise, admiring the pretty sight from your window. Throwing a sweatshirt on, you headed down the stairs into the kitchen where you were surprised to see you weren’t the only one up. 

“Morning,” Quinn greeted, leaning against the counter with a cup of coffee.

“I’m shocked to see someone else up,” you greeted, amused. You moved around him to pour your own cup before turning back. 

“My body is too used to early mornings, can’t sleep past 8 now,” he admitted and you nodded. 

“I’m the same way,” you said. “Probably for the best though.” 

You opened his fridge and stood there puzzled. 

“What?” Quinn asked.

“You have literally no food,” you said, turning to him in confusion. He shrugged his shoulders. 

“We order out a lot or just grill,” he said like it was the most normal thing in the world. 

“Is there a grocery store nearby?” You asked.

“I think so,” he said.

“Okay let’s go,” you said, moving to find your shoes. Quinn chuckled but listened, grabbing his keys off the counter. 

He followed you around the store amused, chiming in when you asked him for an opinion but mostly just admiring you. 

“What were you going to eat on the boat today?” You asked, one hand on your hip as you looked at him over your shoulder.

“Good question,” he replied with a grin and you rolled your eyes. 

“Mr. Responsible my ass,” you muttered. He paid for the groceries and you helped him load them into the car before going back to the house. 

Once you were back, the two of you worked in silence. You making lunches for the day while Quinn cooked eggs, sausage, and potatoes for when everyone else woke up. 

The kitchen filled with the aroma of breakfast as you and Quinn worked side by side, falling into an easy rhythm. You'd occasionally brush against each other reaching for utensils or ingredients, each contact sending a small jolt through you that you tried to ignore.

"You're good at this," Quinn observed, watching as you efficiently packed sandwiches for everyone.

"Taking care of man-children? I've had plenty of practice," you replied with a smirk.

He laughed, a warm sound that made your stomach flutter. "I meant cooking, but fair point."

"My mom always said if you're going to do something, do it well," you explained, carefully wrapping each sandwich. "Even if it's just making lunch for a bunch of overgrown hockey players.”

Quinn's eyes lingered on you longer than necessary. "I think we have similar mothers."

The smell of breakfast eventually lured the others downstairs, one by one. Macklin was the first to appear, his hair sticking up in every direction.

"You're cooking?" he asked, eyes widening as he took in the sight of you and Quinn working side by side in the kitchen.

"Someone had to," you replied, shooting Quinn a playful glance. "Otherwise you'd all starve."

"Or survive on takeout," Quinn added.

Will stumbled in next, making a beeline for the coffee. "Y/n's cooking? Thank god."

"Actually, Quinn made breakfast," you corrected, nodding toward the spread of eggs and sausage. "I'm just prepping for the boat."

"Team effort," Quinn said quietly, and you felt a small flutter in your chest at his words.

By the time everyone was fed and the kitchen cleaned up, the sun was high and you had just changed into your swimsuit, throwing on an oversized tshirt as a coverup. You followed the boys down to the dock, laughing with Will about something. Nico and his girlfriend were doing something else for the day so it was just the six of you on the water. 

Jack got in the driver’s seat and brought you all out to the middle of the lake before sitting idle. Macklin flipped off the boat into the water and you laughed as you watched him come back up. 

“The water’s great, get in,” he called out to you and Will. You pulled off your tshirt, revealing the bright red bikini you had chosen for the day and Will whistled. 

“For fuck’s sake,” Quinn muttered as his eyes took in your figure, lost in a trance. Jack gave him a knowing grin which he returned with his middle finger. 

The day went by quickly and you had a lot of fun; it was nice to just relax and not think about work for once. As it was winding down, Jack got ready to drive back but beckoned you over. 

“You want to drive?” He asked and you bit your lip.

“I don’t know how,” you admitted and he patted his lap for you to sit down. You could feel Quinn’s stare from across the boat. 

“Sit,” he commanded and you smirked, settling onto his lap, your back into his chest. 

“I know what you’re doing,” you told him, looking over your shoulder to Quinn.

Jack chuckled, his breath warm against your ear. "Just helping out a friend," he whispered, guiding your hands onto the steering wheel. "It's easy. Just keep it steady."

You couldn't help but glance back at Quinn again. His jaw was clenched, eyes dark as he watched Jack's hands over yours. There was something thrilling about his reaction, though you tried to push that thought away.

"Eyes forward," Jack instructed, giving Quinn a smug look over your shoulder.

You focused on steering, surprised by how much you enjoyed the feeling of control as the boat cut through the water. The wind whipped your hair around your face, and you couldn't hold back your laughter as Jack guided you through a slightly sharper turn.

When you finally docked, Quinn was the first off the boat, mumbling something about going to shower.

The guys wanted to go out that night so you quickly showered and changed into a pair of loose jeans with a black lace bodysuit. You curled your hair and applied a thin layer of makeup, relying on the tan that was already appearing on your face to do most of the work. 

Will was waiting outside of your door when you came out and he frowned as he took in your outfit.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, suddenly self conscious but Will just rolled his eyes. 

“What’s happening y/n? Are you going to fall in love with Quinn and leave us behind?” He complained and you barked out laughter.

“Nothing is happening Will,” you promised. “I’ll never leave you.” 

You pinched your cheeks with your fingers and he swatted at your hands. 

“You irritate me,” he grumbled. 

“But you love me,” you cheered, following him down the stairs. 

The bar was packed, buzzing with laughter and music as bodies pressed together in the dim glow of neon signs. You thrived in places like this—loud, chaotic, full of life. The second you stepped inside, you lit up, greeting people as if you'd known them forever. Quinn watched you, as he always did, lingering just close enough to keep an eye on you, but not close enough to draw attention to it.

“Drinks first, then dancing,” you declared, grabbing Luke’s arm and tugging him toward the bar. He groaned but didn’t resist, while Quinn followed a few steps behind, his hands shoved deep in his pockets.

By the time you had a drink in hand, you were already scanning the crowd, eyes gleaming with mischief. A new song pulsed through the speakers, and you gasped. “Oh, this is my song! Luke, let’s go.”

Luke barely had time to react before you grabbed his wrist and dragged him toward the dance floor. “No, no, no—why me?” he protested, even as he stumbled after you.

“Because you’re fun, and I said so,” you shot back with a grin.

Quinn huffed a laugh into his beer as he leaned against a nearby pillar, watching as you seamlessly slipped into the rhythm of the song. You moved with an effortless confidence, laughing as Luke—reluctant at first—eventually gave in, mirroring your steps with exaggerated, playful movements. You twirled under his arm, your head thrown back in laughter, and Quinn felt something tighten in his chest.

"What are you staring at?" Jack's voice snapped Quinn out of his trance.

"Nothing," Quinn muttered, taking another swig of his beer.

Jack snorted. "Right. Absolutely nothing. That's why you haven't taken your eyes off her all night."

Quinn shot his brother a warning glance. "Drop it."

"All I'm saying is, she's single. And she clearly likes you," Jack said, nudging Quinn's shoulder. "I've never seen you this interested in someone."

"I'm not—" Quinn started, but stopped when he saw Macklin approach you on the dance floor, spinning you around effortlessly. The ease between you made something twist in his stomach.

"She's their friend," Quinn said finally. "It would be weird."

"Or," Jack countered, "it would be perfect. She already knows the hockey life. She puts up with the two of them all the time.” 

“You seem to be forgetting the fact that I live in Vancouver and she lives in San Jose,” Quinn said sharply and Jack took a deep breath. 

“True,” he admitted, not knowing what else to say. 

An hour later you were beat, and desperate to go home. Unfortunately that sentiment wasn’t shared by the others. 

“Just stay a little longer,” Luke begged, and you shook your head, a small smirk on your face. 

“I’ll be fine to walk home, my social battery is just drained,” you told him. Quinn appeared behind you, his eyebrows furrowed. 

“You’re not walking home by yourself,” he said firmly and you rolled your eyes. 

“I’ll be fine,” you argued but he stood strong. 

“I’ll come with you, just let me close my tab,” he said. You started to complain but he was already pulling you along. The two of you set out back to the house in silence, him caught up in his head about what Jack had said earlier. You were in the same boat, trying to figure out your budding feelings for someone you felt like you couldn’t have. 

“Are you tired?” He asked once you reached the house. 

“Not really, just tired of talking,” you admitted and he gave you a small smile. 

“Movie?” He suggested. You agreed and went off to change into something more comfy before joining him in the living room. You sat a healthy distance apart while he put on a Marvel movie, per your request. Halfway through he looked over to see you with your arms wrapped around yourself. 

“Cold?” He asked and you tore your gaze away from the screen to meet his. 

“A little.” 

He reached down to grab a blanket from the basket next to the couch and threw it over himself, patting the spot next to him. 

You hesitated for a moment before sliding closer, allowing Quinn to drape the blanket over both of you. The warmth of his body next to yours was immediate and comforting.

"Better?" he asked, his voice lower than before.

"Much," you murmured, trying not to focus on how your thigh was now pressed against his.

As the movie continued, you found yourself gradually relaxing, your body naturally leaning closer to Quinn's. You weren't sure if it was the couple of drinks you'd had or the late hour, but something about sitting here with him felt right in a way you hadn't expected.

When your head eventually dropped onto his shoulder, he tensed for just a second before carefully adjusting his position to make you more comfortable. His arm came around you hesitantly, and when you didn't pull away, he let it rest there.

"This okay?" he whispered.

You nodded sleepily, fighting to keep your eyes open. When the credits finally rolled, neither of you made a move to get up. You were drifting off and Quinn was just enjoying the silence. That was shortlived as the rest of the guys got back from the bar, amused at the scene in front of them.

“Good movie huh?” Jack teased and you buried your head into Quinn’s chest in embarrassment. His arm was still hung around you 

"I should go to bed," you mumbled against Quinn's shirt, feeling the rumble of his chuckle vibrate through his chest.

"Probably a good idea," he agreed softly, though his arm remained firmly around you.

Will and Macklin exchanged knowing glances, while Jack made a dramatic show of yawning and stretching. "Well, we'll just head upstairs then. Goodnight, you two."

You reluctantly pulled away from Quinn's warmth, avoiding his eyes as you stood. "Thanks for walking me home. And for the movie."

"Anytime," he replied, his voice a little rougher than usual.

You could feel his gaze following you as you headed up the stairs, and it took every ounce of willpower not to look back.

The next couple of days were filled with you and Quinn dancing around each other, nothing ever happening. As the evening of your last night approached part of you was disappointed but another part was relieved. You didn’t need to get attached. 

The plan for the night was to grill out and Quinn manned the grill while you got the rest of the food set up. You were next to him with a plate for him to pile the burgers on when Will came bouncing over. 

“We should set off fireworks,” he suggested, excitedly. 

“No,” you and Quinn both said at the same time. 

“Fine mom and dad,” he grumbled before stalking off. His words made you catch your breath and you avoided Quinn’s stare from next to you. 

“We do look a little domestic,” he finally said and you giggled. You spent most of the evening with Will and Macklin who were already pre-depressed that you were leaving tomorrow. 

"I'm not even gone yet," you laughed as Macklin dramatically draped himself across your lap on the patio furniture.

"But tomorrow you will be, and then we'll have to go back to San Jose, and you'll be all professional again," he whined.

"I'm always professional," you protested, though the words rang hollow even to your own ears. The truth was, you'd let your guard down here—with Will and Macklin, but especially with Quinn.

"You know what I mean," Will said, sitting on your other side. "No more movie nights, no more beach days. Just you telling us to tie our ties properly and reminding us about media training."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help the fondness that washed over you. "We still hang out all the time.. Just... with fewer Hughes brothers around."

Your eyes drifted to Quinn, who was cleaning the grill. 

“Yeah too bad for you,” Macklin teased and you blushed making Will laugh. 

“She’s got it bad,” he sang. You pushed the boys off, shooting them the finger before walking over to where Quinn was. 

“Need help?” You asked. He smiled at your question before shaking his head. 

“Nah, I’m finished,” he told you. “Sit with me?” 

You followed him to the opposite side of where your two gremlins were, in a more private area. Quinn sat down in a lawn chair and you started to sit next to him but he tugged at your hand, pulling you down into his lap. 

You froze for a moment, surprised by his boldness, but then settled against him, your body fitting perfectly against his. The small fire pit in front of you cast a warm glow across your faces as Quinn's arms wrapped loosely around your waist.

"I've been wanting to do this all week," he admitted quietly, his breath warm against your ear.

You turned slightly to look at him, your faces now inches apart. "What stopped you?"

Quinn sighed, his thumb absently tracing circles on your hip. "A lot of things. The distance, for one. My brother being the one who introduced us. Those two over there being attached to you like barnacles," he nodded toward Will and Macklin, who were now engaged in what appeared to be a marshmallow-eating contest.

You laughed softly. "They are pretty clingy."

"I don't blame them," Quinn murmured. “This is selfish because I know you have to leave tomorrow but I just wanted to touch you at least once.”

“I’m glad you did,” you whispered,

Quinn's hand moved to your chin, tilting your face toward his. "Yeah?"

You nodded, barely breathing as he leaned closer. "Yeah."

His lips brushed against yours, tentatively at first, then with growing confidence as you responded. You shifted in his lap to face him and he deepened the kiss, his mouth moving along yours softly. The two of you were in your own world, caught up in only each other. 

After a bit you pulled away, staring deeply into his eyes before sighing. 

“What’s wrong angel?” He asked and you gave him a sad smile. 

“I like you Quinn,” you admitted, 

“And that makes you sad?” He teased and you let out a short laugh. 

“I’m sad because there isn’t anything we can do about it,” you said and he didn’t say anything for a bit before pressing his lips against your forehead. 

“I know.” 

pt. 2 here

[lipsent]

SHOW ME WHO YOU ARE .ᐟ ── PITFIGHTER VI. been wanting to do something like this for a while now omg. i keep thinking about @shouyuus’s work and i decided to make my own version, because … i have rotted for far too long over this woman and i cannot lose any more sleep.

TAGS . . . 18+ !!! , f.reader , meeting at the bar , drunk vi , but she sobers up as she fucks you , vi yearning for you .

+ @eveningatthemoviesnetwork @thehoneypotserver @pixelcafe-network <33 tysm guys

ᯓ ݁˖ PITFIGHTER VI probably spotted you across the bar she always crashes into after her bloodied wins. she’d definitely give you a look and continue to stare even when you catch her, her eyes darkened and her brows furrowed as if she’d met you before and that non-existent encounter held a gory weight.

˖ ✶ PITFIGHTER VI pushed past all the people dancing and flailing around just to get to you. some poor guy even tripped and fell on his ass just from her drunken shove alone—and seeing as she too were fighting ghosts to keep from swaying, it couldn’t have been that strong of a push. then again—this is vi, the pitfighter champion.

ᯓ ݁˖ PITFIGHTER VI somehow had the balls to let loose in front of you while you were trying to dance by yourself. you surprisingly didn’t mind despite how heavy her glances were, and it was almost telepathic how you both communicated wordlessly when you allowed her hands to rest on your waist.

˖ ✶ PITFIGHTER VI kisses like she didn’t wreak of cheap liquor, her tongue nearly pinning your own down from how aggressive she was with needing to feel you on her. chest to chest, she supported your back when she continued to push against you like she knew she had this horrible habit of greed, of needing everything from something as sweet as you in three seconds, physical limitations be damned.

ᯓ ݁˖ PITFIGHTER VI cursed herself when she grabbed your hand and led you back to her room, knowing exactly how disgusting and grimy her sweat-filled bed was and had of course decided she’d rather get a slap to the face for even thinking you’d ever lie down on that thing than not try at all. what do you take her for, a madwoman? with a girl like you, she would be if she didn’t take you somewhere when you gave her enthusiastic consent.

˖ ✶ PITFIGHTER VI seems like she’s begging to get lockjaw when her tongue swirls anxiously around your clit, every so often flicking upwards in that sweet spot she’d discovered made you squeal and arch your back. how you reached new heights in both your moans and your nerves when she very carefully slipped a finger in, her thumb replacing her tongue when she rose up again and let you taste yourself on her tongue without warning. you grabbed her shoulders as if you want to shove her away, and when she entertains the idea that you could in fact hold a candle to her strength, she just huffed and smiled before going, “you opened your mouth, princess. don’t tell me you didn’t like that.”

ᯓ ݁˖ PITFIGHTER VI finally gets to fucking you and holy shit she was waiting so painfully long for you—her first strokes of her clit against your own were rough from the very start, both of you soaking and bubbling from everything that had been happening tonight—except she held out on her own pleasure just so she could see you come undone on her tongue and fingers. She bucks her hips against you roughly and the initial contact is explosive—you both moan in unison, yours higher and shakier as if racing her to something. you fell limp right after that first stroke and she continued to hold your leg up against her, hips bucking at a frenzied pace like she could see your orgasm approaching quickly, stopping at nothing to claw and fight to bring it back down to earth and let it spill all over her.

˖ ✶ PITFIGHTER VI has a death grip on your thighs and your waist when you cum, making sure you don’t squirm away now as your clit and hers throb in an unspoken rhythm like they’ve done this before and have made their shapes match perfectly with where contact is made and rubbed and heightened. You’re certain there’ll be bruises where her thumbs dug into her skin, and you can see it on her face the way one corner of her lips turn up just because she managed not to dig her nails into your skin but oh fuck is it going to bruise. she doesn’t even seem to realize, she’s too drunk on your clit to think now.

ᯓ ݁˖ PITFIGHTER VI cums and you scream because she pushes her clit all the way up yours like she wants to take up all of you in a capacity physically and biologically impossible for either of you—but she pulls your leg and waist towards her anyway, screaming your name when she cums and she pants, letting her grip lax finally as half-mast black-smeared eyes drag up your body from one last lick of the view before she collapses next to you, both of you panting and taking in the liquor and sweat.

˖ ✶ PITFIGHTER VI found the strength in her to somehow get up and pass you her waterbottle. when you tried to sit up, you winced and she snapped her head back to you only to put the waterbottle aside and slide a leg under your knee, her left arm slipping under the curves and lumps of your back and its bones before lifting you like you were wind ready to slip away. “hey woah woah—i’ve got you,” she muttered and you swore stars circled your head at how incredibly gentle she sounded, as if someone else’s sweet, unused and unexercised voice made it into such a hard-trained throat and still managed to stay soft despite everything. her hand’s grip was tight but her arms were so stable you might as well have been lying on a rock or a bumpy wall.

ᯓ ݁˖ PITFIGHTER VI lent you her jacket when she offered to at least send you off to wherever you needed to be in the morning. you were about to shrug the jacket off when it was time to leave but she chuckled weakly as her hands weigh it down on your shoulders, keeping it there before going, “nah, return it to me when we see each other next time. i’ll be at the bar every night.”

˖ ✶ PITFIGHTER VI lost her mind even more than she already had when you didn’t return for the next three days. her punching bag broke from its chain, stuffing blasting in her face and she had to go through one hell of a hassel to get a new one. but all she thought of was you and so she was ending fights quicker, thinning her voice and reducing it to a coarse hair of a sound from all the screaming. even if she had wiped the spot where both of you came, she flipped her mattress the moment she found the stain.

ᯓ ݁˖ PITFIGHTER VI jacked off to you eventually, needing to forget you quickly but after cumming found that it just might be her end because she can’t forget how sweet you smell, the taste of you somehow still lingering even when a week or two has gone by and she’s weakened by the lack of your essence—not just from your clit but from the saccharine flowers that you managed to plant in her head and her chest with the memory of your smile, eyes narrowed like it was making room for such a pretty thing. she can’t breathe when she jacks off to you, remembering how your hips twitched into her at how good her clit felt against yours.

[invincidick]

Without me?

+18

Mohawk mark x F!Reader

Warnings: Smut, Angst, Dubious consent, Kidnapping, Abusive relationship, Stockholm syndrome, Varient invincible

summary: Mohawk mark finds you having fun without him.

2k words

my next fic will be PATHETIC MARK x f!reader, stay tuned.

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It had been months since Mark had brought you to live with him. You were completely alone, this was the norm, he was always gone all day. All you knew about his excursions is that he would be out "dealing" with the remaining protesters, or at least that's all he told you. You didn't like to think about the things he did when he left out that front door.

You woke up without him next to you, staring at the empty space beside you, you let out a sigh, longingly extending a hand out to his side of the bed, placing it on the sheets, reaching out for him. You missed him.

Everyday the only things you would have to distract yourself were the things he brought back with him, he didn't want you leaving the house, and you didn't dare to ever break this rule. Yet you would always catch yourself staring out the big windows that looked out into the beautiful backyard with that big willow in the corner, rose bushes lining the back of the fence, framing the wildflower sprinkled grass. You wanted nothing more than to go out and enjoy the fresh air, but resigned yourself to just looking. It was what he wanted.

He was always bringing home different "presents" from his outings, as if he was coming home from some business trip. If they were to win you over or make you feel better about the way things turned out you never knew. The presents consisted of things usually for his entertainment, new clothes he wanted to see you in, lingerie, even coming home with sex toys once, but occasionally he would get something just for you. Your TV, a little thing mark set up to keep you occupied while he was away. It was mostly to try and prevent you from going stir crazy but you cherished it nonetheless.

You loved that TV, it was your only form of distraction in this fucked up world. You would watch your old favorite shows for hours on repeat, missing how new episodes used to be released, stuck with only 3 seasons, forever. Sometimes even just watching TV made you think about all the things you had lost, the mark you once knew, your family, your friends, they were all gone.

You cried more days than not. Everything just always felt like too much. It was suffocating, the person you longed for, clung to at night, cried to, was a murderer. Yet still, everyday he left, you missed him. You didn't know what do to without him, how to live without him, he made you whole. It made you sick.

He was destructive, brutal even, hitting you when you brought up the idea of being let outside one too many times that day. It always shocked you each time, you never expect it. After the sting of pain starts to set in, you would cry, clinging to him, doing the only thing you knew how to.

Why did you make me do this? he would say, malice lacing his words, as he shakes you off of him, leaving you on the floor to pick up the pieces.

Sitting on the couch, knees to your chest, you hoped that the Mark you used to know was still in there somewhere, begging to be let out, the Mark that looked at you with so much love in his eyes, the Mark who held you gently as you fell asleep, the Mark who never raised a fist towards you.

It made your stomach flutter reminiscing about the way Mark used to be. The one who made you feel like his number one priority in bed, just the thought made you flush all over instinctively. Mindlessly your hand roams down the curve of your hip to fall between your thighs, softly running a finger across your clit as your back curves slightly. Your thighs part slowly as your finger works in gentle circles, teasing, gradually making you come undone, just like how he used to. Your other hand reaching up to cup at your breast, soft moans spilling from your lips as your hips chase the feeling of fingers against your heat.

Lost in your own fantasy, you don't notice the sounds coming from the back door. Unbeknownst to you Mark was now standing just a few feet behind you watching you desperately circle your clit with shaky fingers. Right when he sees that you're getting close, he interrupts.

"What are you doing?" Marks voice sounded from behind you. You froze. Your head turned towards his voice, only to see him standing right behind the couch, looking down at you, your position leaving nothing to the imagination. Your hands quickly move down to your lap, totally unassuming. "Nothing-" you respond, you start to squeeze your legs together when a firm hand grabs at your thigh, holding you in place.

His head leans down to your ear, "Are you seriously touching yourself?" he asks, you feel your face start to heat up, all you can focus on is his warm hand firmly squeezing your thigh.

"Just couldn't wait for me to get back huh?" he spoke, breath hot against your ear, you shiver in response and he starts to lick and bite up your ear lobe, reveling in the way you writhe and shake below him.

"God you're so pathetic"

He reaches an arm over your shoulder and fingers ghost over your clit as he reaches down to your cunt, your breath hitches as he continues, palming the damp spot soaking your panties. "You're already this wet from just a bit of touching?" he laughs, pressing on your entrance over top the thin layer of fabric, your hand shoots up to cover your mouth as you moan against his fingers.

He dips his fingers below the fabric and pushes two fingers into your pussy, pumping in and out, rhythmically curling inside you, occasionally scissoring to stretch you out. He moves a hand to your jaw and forces your lips onto his, your eyes squeeze shut, not giving you a moment to breathe as he forces a tongue inside your mouth. The kiss is aggressive, and sloppy, but when he uses you, it makes your body burn with desire.

You lose yourself, moaning into his mouth, clenching around him, feeling his fingers deep inside your cunt. Curling his knuckle again, your hips roll against his palm, as you starts to squeeze around him, cumming as he continues to pump his fingers in and out, working you through your orgasm till your hips come to a stop. He releases your jaw, lips pulling away from yours as he pulls his fingers from out of you and starts to lick them clean.

You didn't know when you had started crying but dried tears stained your face. You watched as he tasted you on his fingers, drunk with lust.

"How about we head upstairs." This was not a question, it was a demand, it made you dizzy with anticipation, you were feverish, desperate. You swallow, nodding your head, he smirks, leading you upstairs with his hand trailing down the arch of your back.

When you get to the door he pushes you inside slamming the door behind him. He places kisses on your neck, pushing you back onto the bed with ease. You fall back onto your elbows as he grabs your knees pressing them flush against your chest, you could feel his hard dick pressing up against your ass. He rocked his hips against yours, groaning as his dick strained against his tight suit.

He reaches down, ripping away the thin layer of fabric separating him from your tight, dripping heat. "Fuck, you look so delicious." he says licking his lips before leaning down to lap at your cunt, savoring the taste, dipping his tongue inside you. You squirm beneath the assault of pleasure on your nerves, only serving to get you pressed down harder into the mattress, as he continued to lap up the juices that came flowing out of your hole.

Then hes turning his attention to your swollen clit, wrapping his lips around it and sucking, your hands gripped the sheets below you as you screamed. "Holy shit- wait- Mark please." you begged, breathing ragged, as tears welled up in your eyes. He ignored your pleas and continued sucking and swiping his tongue across your clit, your head slammed back against the bed as you moaned.

He enjoyed every second that your taste was on his tongue, diving in for more every time. He was relentless, your toes curled as his mouth was latched onto your clit, using the flat of his tongue to flick the underside of your clit, making you come almost immediately. He finished by lapping up the slick dripping out of you from your climax.

"Damn, you taste so good babe." he said as he grinned, he was truly obsessed with you, he wanted to explore every part of you, to own you, completely. You belonged to him, he decided what he did to you, he decided if you felt pleasure, and he definitely had decided tonight.

"You're mine." he said as he leaned over your small figure, pulling his dick out from his skin tight suit, groaning at the slight contact of his fingers. He was aching for the heat of your body, his dick painfully hard as he lined his tip up to your entrance, his eyes shutting as he slammed inside.

He begins a brutal pace, giving you no time to adjust to his length as his hips crash into yours, you're crying, begging him to give you a minute, he just keeps thrusting, chasing the feeling of you squeezing him dry. He pauses for a second, pulling all the way out and shoving back in all at one, bruising your cervix.

Your leg weakly reaches up to try and force him out of you, and he grabs it, placing it over his shoulder to fuck you even deeper. Your vision is hazy and your mind threatens to give out when suddenly you're being pulled from your thoughts by a hand gripping your neck.

"You still with me?" he asks through his breathless laughs, his hand constricting around your windpipe, fingers pressing on your artery's . You can't breathe, and hes still forcing his dick deep inside you, fucking your pussy raw. You can't breathe and he's still moaning as your tight cunt clenches around him. You can't breathe and yet you're still cumming, back arching, and insides spasming around his cock as you scream his name.

His thrusts start to stutter as he finishes inside you, groaning as his come pumps inside you. His hand releases your neck as you gasp out for air, practically hyperventilating underneath him, and before you know it he's already getting up, leaving to the bathroom. You lie there, feeling dejected. You hear the shower start.

You stumble off the bed and onto your feet as you make your way into the bathroom. You didn't want him to leave you. You opened the shower curtain and stepped in beside him.

"Woah, hey-" he says genuinely surprised, for a second you see a mix of confusion and shame on his face, which is immediately replaced by a suggestive smirk as he gropes your soft boobs in his hands, pressing his chest up against your back. "I thought you were refusing to shower with me because of what happened last time." He rubs a thumb over your nipple as you shut your eyes, squeezing in a breath.

"I just- missed you." you say, anguish lacing your tone. He moves his hands away from your boobs and towards your waist, hugging you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder as the water rains down on you both. "Well there's nothing to miss, I'm right here." he says matter-of-factly. You melt into his touch, loving when you got to experience the parts of him that felt more like him, you believed this is who he was at his core. This was him, gentle, soft, considerate, that was your Mark.

Please, let's just stay this way, forever.

[slut4megantheestallion]

ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ Sfw & NSFW Dating Nicholas Chavez Headcannons

●Sfw

- He is such a cutie patootie, he's such a good boyfriend, lover, friend anything. he acts very shy whenever he is around new people, but when he's with you, he's completely different and more talkative, and he's such a golden retriever type boyfriend.

- Very affectionate, he loves physical touch and just cuddling and hugging you, whenever he comes from a long day working on set, the first thing he would do Is come home to you with open arms, making you feel safe and loved, giving you alot of hugs and kisses.

- He checks up on you alot of the time, whenever he's far away from home when he's acting for a role in a movie or show, he's quick to ask about how you're doing and give you all the details about his day.

- You're his biggest supporter you always encourage him and cheer him on whenever he's acting for a role, you even help him to stay in character, you two out watch movies together or just find information about his character and have so much inspiration, he loves talking about his favorite actors and tv shows with you and you never get bored of it, you find it adorable how he talks about his idols and how he's inspired he is.

- he's has a lot of nicknames for you, like he's such a loving and caring boyfriend, he likes calling you names making you feel loved and cherished by him, but his favorite nicknames for you are "babe, sweetheart, baby."

-This man is so affectionate he loves posting you on his Instagram and showing the whole world how much you mean to him, photos of you two kissing, laughing, and holding hands together.

-He takes you on a lot of trips. like he takes you around the world just exploring anything that's new. He usually doesn't have time since he has a very busy schedule,but when he does have time, he will take you out. He just likes seeing you happy, having a fun time, and experiencing new things and cultures, which makes him love you even more, making memories together that he will remember in his head.

-He loves helping you out with stuff, even when you insist not to. he still does it anyway. He's the type that will get you something when you can't reach it. He likes giving you piggyback rides or just carries you when you're tired.

- he loves spoiling you or just buying you anything. He likes taking you shopping and picking out stuff you like or reminds him of you. When he's far away from you and comes home from work, he gives you gifts,he brings you items like clothes, jewelry, scented candles, flowers, even though you tell him it's not necessary if he gets you gifts, you love him gift or no gift.

- he likes taking you on cute little dates, like going out to eat, concerts, or cafe, but if you don't wanna go out together, you like staying together, cuddling, watching a movie.

-He's so overprotective over you. He gives off big spoon type vibes since he's getting popular and his fans are crazy over him. If anyone talks bad about you or just hates on you, he'll shut it down real quick so you wouldn't feel bad about yourself. He doesn't care if anyone had anything to say about being with you he'll stick by your side.

-He's very goofy. He loves making you laugh or just saying corny jokes, playful banter and jokes, or randomly dancing, or putting on a show for you whenever you're bored. Well, you're never bored since you're with Nicholas he's your source of entertainment.

- cooking or baking together, which usually ends up good or just you two playing fighting and throwing stuff at each other, making a big mess, he likes seeing you cook, he loves your cooking and he's just amazed and likes watching how the food turns out.

- going on set with him, seeing him in character, and meeting his friends and co-stars.

-Sweet random texts: messages of him reminding you how much he loves you and your the only thing that's on his mind.

-He likes sending you memes or funny stuff that you and only him find funny.

-He makes a playlist about you with all of the songs that remind him of you, and he shares with you how much you mean to him.

- he likes taking you to the beach and just walking together and collecting sea shells or just looking at the ocean and how the ocean is pretty like you are.

●Nsfw

- this man has sex with you every minute, hour, second, every morning, night, day, besides doing cute stuff with you and showing his love towards, sex Is also one of his way through affection, whenever he's out of town you would take sexy pictures of yourself sending it to him teasing you, and all he can think about his ripping your underwear and just fuck you so hard.

- he has sex with you anywhere honestly, the living room, kitchen, couch, bathroom, whenever you two are he had to have you , he craves you for your touch, telling you how much you love him, and you need him.

- I feel like he's down with whatever, whatever your into he's into.

- he most definitely talks you through. His voice is so calming, he likes praising you or just saying little things when he's having sex with you.

"God, you're doing so well for me, baby~"

"Please, I can't take it anymore. Taking me so well, such a pretty girl~"

- size kink

-he's a huge tease, just like seeing you beg for him.

- he most definitely needy and whiny in bed, especially when you give him head or riding him.

- very vocal

-His favorite position is missonary he loves the way you're beneath him, seeing you squirm for him .

- making out all the time

- slow, passionate kisses

-he's very vanilla, but he can be very rough if you ask him to.

- you like leaving hickeys or marks on his body, and you think he looks so sexy on his body.

-lots of aftercare, he loves taking care of you after sex.

(Authors note: I know I haven't been active lately because of school or writing in general but finally I am, I hope you guys enjoy, I am super obsessed with his man he's so fine... enjoy the edit at the end.)

[the-cosmic-cauldron]

What You Do During a Car, Bus, or Train Ride Based on Your Mercury Sign

Fire Mercury

• Listening to an energetic playlist that pumps you up.

• Talking on the phone or taking selfies.

• Eating snacks and telling the driver to speed up.

• Doing your hair or finishing your makeup.

• Singing or rapping out loud.

• Playing games on your phone.

• Texting everyone back after a long delay.

• Getting frustrated with bad drivers.

• Striking up conversations with strangers.

• Frequently stopping for breaks at gas stations.

• Alternating between sitting, standing, or moving around.

• Finally crashing and falling asleep after all the energy burns out.

Earth Mercury

• Listening to your favorite artists that bring you comfort.

• Thinking about your plans for the day, week, or month.

• Finally replying to messages you’ve ignored.

• Observing and appreciating your surroundings.

• Relaxing while taking in the scenery.

• Getting annoyed if someone sits too close or if the environment smells bad.

• Preferring a nice car or higher-end transportation.

• Sipping on your favorite drink or checking your reflection to ensure you look good.

• Sending emails or casually scrolling through social media.

• Exploring interesting topics online or reading something.

• Feeling irritated if someone stares at you but ultimately wanting to chill.

Air Mercury

• Playing music in short bursts or skipping it altogether.

• Talking on the phone, texting, or FaceTiming.

• Striking up conversations with strangers and debating theoretical or hypothetical ideas.

• Cracking jokes and casually chatting with the driver, whether you know them or not.

• Playing mentally stimulating games on your phone or scrolling through every social media app.

• Commenting on posts and sharing your thoughts online.

• Overthinking your existence and getting frustrated with slow drivers.

• Discussing places you’ve visited or passing by on the trip.

• Alternating between long silences and sudden bursts of conversation.

• Coming up with brilliant ideas or brain-dumping them onto paper.

Water Mercury

• Listening to a playlist that puts you in your feelings or sparks your imagination.

• Feeling nostalgic and reminiscing about old memories.

• Taking pictures of sunsets, scenic views, or interesting sights to share with others.

• Texting friends or family and getting irritated if the driver speeds or drives recklessly.

• Hoping the ride is long so you can enjoy the experience.

• Browsing your photo gallery or planning meals by looking at food pictures on your phone.

• Reading, journaling, or creating daydream scenarios in your head.

• Feeling a surge of excitement when you spot water like lakes or rivers.

• Avoiding interaction with strangers by sitting quietly and keeping to yourself.

Your Travel Style Based on the House Your Jupiter is In

1st House

• Solo traveler.

• Impulsive, “get up and go” trips.

• Short trips focused on reconnecting with yourself.

2nd House

• Trips you’ve saved money for.

• Traveling to shop for new things.

• Business trips or staying in comfortable, safe places.

3rd House

• Exploring your hometown or nearby cities.

• Meeting new people during travel and forming friendships.

• Being inspired to travel based on things you’ve seen on social media.

4th House

• Traveling with family, close friends, or a partner.

• Recreating the comforts of home while on vacation.

5th House

• Traveling for fun, pleasure, and romance.

• “Baecations,” partying, drinking, or experimenting with substances.

• Hooking up or seeking out entertaining travel companions.

6th House

• Planning every detail of your trip meticulously.

• Saving money and overpacking.

• Scheduling business trips or keeping a highly organized itinerary.

7th House

• Traveling with your romantic partner.

• “Baecations” or bonding trips.

• Collaborative travel plans or business-related trips.

8th House

• Transformative trips taken after breakups or for healing.

• Traveling with a life partner or for deep self-reflection.

• Spending lavishly during your travels.

9th House

• Traveling far and wide, often to different countries.

• Trips for school, spiritual retreats, or church-related activities.

• Adventurous trips focused on immersing yourself in local culture.

• Sharing your travels online as a “travel blogger.”

10th House

• Traveling for work or to reward yourself after major achievements.

• Preferring luxury and stylish accommodations.

• Spending generously and being selective about destinations.

11th House

• Group trips with friends or social circles.

• Traveling to meet long-distance friends or for niche group events.

• Volunteering or participating in humanitarian-focused travel.

12th House

• Astral traveling or vivid, dream-like visualizations.

• Exploring spiritual destinations or places surrounded by nature.

• Using psychedelics, meditating, or connecting with ancestors during travels.

[evilminji]

You know what idea has always ENCHANTED ME?

Ever since I saw it on a sci-fi show?

The Deadly Magical House That Loves You™. See, it's a house that has become something MORE. Gained sentience. And? Instead of acting out some cheap horror movie jump scares? It digs deep to its foundations, thinks long n hard, and decides on what it WANTS.

And it WANTS?

To be a HOME™.

To TAKE CARE OF somebody. Have LIFE in its halls. Meals at its tables. Joy and laughter bouncing across its walls. So? It lays a trap. Lures people in.

Come live in me~

I am a good home.

I am Free! I am "Safe". I will give you whatever your heart desires.

I care not for morality or laws. Boundaries or taboos. Do you desire? Come, come, be HAPPY~! Live in me! Relax here! Forget about the world beyond these walls. Anything I can not give you, I can bring TOO you! This is a Happy Home.

But, of course, such sentience and pushiness terrifies. People run and flee in horror. The house getting more aggressive. Trying to hold tighter. After all! If they would just STAY for a while, they would SEE! It's so LOVELY here! The would LOVE to live inside them!

But... instead?

They are hurt.

Doors smashed open. Windows broken to escape. Furniture thrown. Their avatar, Jeeves, bashed with heavy things. Why... WHY?! They are only trying to HELP! To LOVE them! Be a good HOME! They grow more and more run down. Starved. Wrathful.

It is, of course, their Obsession. To be a home. They are so very hungry.

When? Who should come along?

But the depressed AF Ghost King! He's been... not TECHNICALLY kicked out. But "things are tense" kicked out. He's tired. His college courses are remote. He can't really AFFORD rent. And everything is just...

He's TIRED.

He wants to cry.

Why... why can't he have ONE good thing? ONE sign everything's gonna be alright?

"Free House!"

Well... I mean... that IS a literal sign. Huh. He flies down. The house notices him. Tries to look as enticing as it can. And? Gasp! I... It's WORKING? This one seems INTERESTED? Quick! Flowerbeds! Look at my flowerbeds! Ooooh, lovely floooowers! A.. and there's probably really nice wood flooring! C'mon. C'moooon!

Danny? Sees a free Lair. Not too far from both Gotham AND Metropolis. Good location. Needs a little fixing up. But I mean... you can't beat free, right?

Is he really gonna do this?

......fuck it. Yeah, let's do this. First house time. He's just glad he carries a sharpie on him most of the time. Scribbles "Sold!" Over the sign then calls Jazz. He's... kinda not sure WHAT he's supposed to pack?

Finds out, post move in, whoop. Sentient Lair. Clingy, clingy, highly desperate sentient Lair. Oof. Guess fixing up the place can be therapy for both of us. Jazz helps.

The house heals. He falls into a routine. Schoolwork, hang out in the garden or the observatory, meals FaceTiming friends or watching videos, naps whenever he wants them. It's... it's so peaceful. Quiet and soothing to his agitated and worn down soul. Like a balm.

House gets him whatever he needs. They're kinda awesome like that. Always seems to have room to fit this or that. He doesn't question it. His brain figuring it works on Zone logic.

He probably SHOULD have.

Because? Things have been going missing. At a slow, steady, pace. Food, technology, entertainment. A building that shouldn't BE there, has been spotted in a wealthy county just outside of Superman and Batman's two cities.

No one can get near it.

It's been getting BIGGER.

Growing, like a tumor, room by room. Floor by floor. The gardens creeping like kudzu, to swallow everything in their path. Yet delivery drivers drop things off. Things they don't remember. On trips they don't recall. People are scared.

Amateur detectives have managed to discover some sort of starlit fae that lives there, along with a human boy.

Justice League Dark has been called in. Are currently standing just outside the slowly creeping property line. A garden statue just hissed at them. The trees are trying to throw acorns. A hushed argument has already broken out. How do they contain the house?

@the-witchhunter @nerdpoe @hypewinter @hdgnj @babbling-babull @mutable-manifestation @spidori @lolottes

[kawhh]

Your normal and healthy luke blurb gave me ideas. Because what if.....quinny n Jack end up getting obsessed with his sweet gf? Since Luke won't make sure she is safe all of the time, THEY will. Luke's out with friends but you had mentioned going to this cafe for lunch? Jack was just thinking about the same thing! Quinny is suffering all the way in Vancouver while he watches Jack take care of you and, in his words, Luke practically beg for something bad to happen to you.

POOR QUINNIFER, FAR AWAY.

Warnings: On my bullying Luke mission again. Brothers are thinking he's cheating, but it's them. No actual cheating. Paranoia. Captain Q. Tracking mention. Camera mention. Taking videos of you when you're vulnerable plans. Hints towards Jack touching you in your sleep.

Luke is forever bullied in my head. He just makes for a perfect naive little brother. Young enough compared to them to not realise what's going on, out often with his friends, living up his early career.

It makes you such an adorable little target. Too sweet, too trusting.

It's not Jack's fault that you come over often, Luke not having told you that he's going out. It's not like he would make you leave. How horrible of a brother would he be if he didn't care for you? Let you inside? Convincing you that Luke will be back in a few hours, even though he knows it's not happening.

Hell, he wouldn't be surprised if Luke is flirting with someone wherever he is. Why else would he leave you alone so much? Why the fuck wouldnt he be watching you? It makes no sense to him.

It's infuriating. You tell him countless stories of being on your own in new places, getting hurt, being overwhelmed, feeling bored, trying new food on your own and shopping on your own.

Why isn't Luke doing all these things with you? Is he not concerned about you being taken advantage of? Having a bad fall? Being harassed? He should be glued to your side. Guiding you, protecting you, entertaining you, comforting you, giving you compliments on new outfits.

You deserve to be praised. You need to be protected. Everything is a threat in his eyes. You could get hurt driving. You could trip outside. You could be stuck outside their apartment if he's not there and Luke ditches.

Thinking about you not being safe feels like his heart is being stabbed. His hands twitching with the desire to strangle his brother. You're so soft. So weak. So fragile.

He was good for a while, only watching you when you were over. Until he told Quinn about his brother's behaviour. If he thought he was angry, Q was on another level of rage.

He'd never truly been on the receiving end of his captain behaviour. Not used to demands being borderline shouted down the phone at him, an action plan being formed faster than he could blink.

Quinn's angry at him too, for not bringing it up sooner. Frustrated that he'd let this go on for this long already without doing anything about it. He's not expecting him to control Luke, but he should be controlling you. Keeping you with him.

Why hasn't he already started tracking your location if you're on your own? Doesn't he understand that he could at least know when you were coming over if he didn't want to follow you around yet? He could be ready and waiting for you.

If you're at the apartment often, does he check if you've eaten? Clearly Luke isn't doing that, so Jack should be on it. If you aren't eating when he's around, when are you eating?

He should be buying you clothes to stop you from having to go shopping on your own. It'd be easy to claim that he was just walking past them one day before a game.

Quinn's already bundling things together for you the minute he puts down the phone after learning about what's going on.

He can get things delivered to Jack's apartment, he doesn't need Luke learning about anything until they have a solid plan to make you split from him.

He demands that he set up cameras in the house to watch you while Jack's at a game. He needs him to make sure you stay inside while they're playing. They need to swap off, keeping an eye on you whenever they can.

He wants videos of you every single week: videos of you sleeping, videos of Jack investigating your clothes to make sure you're wearing what they're giving you, videos of him touching your skin, close-ups of your bare skin as he starts warming you up for both of them.

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mom oc with paige? she can be the one who stepped up but once they get alone it gets smutty

paige bueckers x mom!oc

nsfw // really long, porn with plot, takes place when paige is in the w (year 3 in LA), stepmommy paige, soft!dom!paige, sub!oc, fingering, dirty talk, nipple play, some soft smut and very sweet fluff!

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Savea huffed lowly as she set her wax stick on her vanity, gently tugging her jet black hair into a ponytail at the top of her head, slicking it to perfection before dropping her hands and rolling her shoulders. Her two and a half year old daughter, Zion, sat on the carpeted floor near her feet playing with a unicorn plushie gifted to her by Savea’s girlfriend.

When Savea first met Paige, she was 23 years old and Zion was around a year old. She had just gotten out of an extremely toxic relationship with her child’s father who was ultimately out of the picture immediately after they broke up, and not looking for any type of relationship.

But Paige was simply different. She was very patient with her, understanding that Savea still wasn’t used to being treated as amazingly as Paige treated her nor was she used to communicating her feelings and emotions. But it was very easy to fall for her because Paige was an amazing woman who genuinely wouldn’t hurt a fly.

When Savea took that next step in introducing the athlete to her daughter, Paige practically fell in love all over again. Zion, though very young, was still a complete carbon copy of Savea. From her eyes to the shape of her nose and even her smile.

There was nothing the woman loved more than watching Paige become a parental figure to Zion. Caring for her when she woke up at night, to bringing her back gifts from every single road trip. She even went as far as having designated time with Zion every Sunday (yes, even when she was on the road), no excuses.

They were currently getting ready for one of Paige’s games where the Sparks would be playing the Valkyries in a California classic. It was the first home game back from all-star break and the game was heavily marketed, mostly because of the Sparks biggest stars in Paige, Cameron Brink, and Rickea Jackson going up against Paige’s former UConn teammates Azzi Fudd and Nika Mühl.

Savea was excited, not only because of the atmosphere, but being able to meet some of her girlfriend’s favorite people in person (finally) was something she was looking forward to.

“Mommy!” Zion’s voice ran through her ear as she picked her up off the floor, holding her to her hip as she grabbed her bag and other necessities all at once.

“Yes, Z?”

Zion brought her little hand up towards her face before gesturing towards the unicorn on the floor. Savea chucked before bending over and picking it up, handing it to her daughter.

“Thank you, mommy.”

“You’re welcome, my baby.”

***

Shuffling the excited toddler into the car and keeping her entertained throughout the ride to Crypto.com Arena was definitely a bit of a struggle, but once they got closer to the arena Zion settled a little bit.

Her cream colored kitten heels clicked against the yellow hardwood floor, while Zion ran by her feet.

Paige wanted them to show up a little before shoot around so she could meet everyone before the fans started to pack the stands. She had even made sure the two were able to get into the family and eat something before the game, it was very considerate of her and Savea made sure to thank her for it later.

“Paigey!” The little girl screamed, spotting the blonde in a courtside seat finishing up a conversation with one of her assistant coaches. An iPad between them as they looked at film.

She looked up, pushing back the flyaways of her slick back bun. She opened up her arms, leaning forward towards the end of the seat. “Hey, babygirl!” A grin so big it reached her eyes she she picked Zion up in her arms.

The little girl’s short arms wrapped around her neck while Paige peppered her cheeks with kisses. Savea smiled from her spot a few feet away, adjusting the Marc Jacobs bag on her shoulder.

“P, look!” She yelled, fingers pointing to the white shirt Savea styled her in with Paige’s face on it. “D’you like it?”

“I love it, Z! Thank you so much.”

Paige had brought her attention away from Zion’s shirt, listening to her talk about her day with her mom as she walked up towards Savea. She was fairly shameless in the way she sized her up. The black backless shirt with gold jewelry complemented her carmel skin wonderfully. Her cheetah print pants sat beautifully low waisted on her hips, and face done up to accentuate her already goddess like appearance.

Savea noticed, calling her closer with her forefinger before planting a short kiss on her lips.

“Hey, ma. You good?” Paige asked, disappointed that the kiss she’d been thinking about all day only lasted for a few seconds.

“Mmhm.”

“You look good.” Her girlfriend complemented. Her hand briefly went to cover Zion’s eyes with her hand before she jokingly, and dramatically, bit her lip. She mouthed something a little too nasty because Savea’s jaw dropped and she hit the blonde’s arm with a force she didn’t even know she had.

“Ow! Z, mommy just hit me!” Paige pouted.

“Mommy, don’t hit her!” Zion frowned, crossing her arms on her chest and Paige stuck her tongue out in victory.

This is what she regretted about introducing the two. Paige was literally a six year old trapped in an adults body. The two together was like working at a daycare. Savea reluctantly apologized, rolling her eyes at Paige when her daughter stopped glaring at her with her adorable brown doe eyes.

“Okay, so,” Paige started. “I have some people who really really want to meet you, is that okay with you, Z?” She asked, running her fingers through Zion’s curly hair. Azzi and Nika were just walking into the gym from their side of the arena, their lavender colored warmups slowly approaching the group of three. The child curled into Paige’s chest, looking to her mom for some sort of support.

Savea nodded. “It’s okay! We’ll go with you, princess. Don’t be scared.” She smiled, instating some confidence into the little girl’s heart.

“Okay.” Zion mumbled, reaching for her mom and Paige allowed the other woman to take her from her grasp.

***

“But I thought you wear yellow and purple?” Zion yawned as she looked up at Paige slightly confused.

It had been a little over two hours after the game had ended. The match up living up to its expectations. The Sparks had thankfully came out with a two point victory 88-86 thanks to a game saving block by Cameron on Nalyssa Smith in the last few seconds.

Paige had played great, and both Savea and Zion nearly lost their voices cheering for her. A 29 point game coupled with 10 rebounds and 6 assists, a few steals and a memorable block added to the stat sheet as well.

The blonde sat on the carpeted floor of Savea’s LA Apartment. Zion sat soundly in her lap, taking sips from the warm milk Paige had provided her to get her to sleep, it was definitely a little past the toddler’s usual bedtime. After getting back from the game Zion could not stop talking about how cool she thought Paige’s job was, so her bedtime story hearing about and looking at memories from Paige’s career up until now. Pictures from when she played at Hopkins, to when she held that National Title trophy over her head during her last year at UConn. (a/n: manifesting)

“Well I do now, but I used to wear white and blue for a very long time.” Paige explained.

“I like blue.” Zion Yawned again, and Paige took the sippy cup away from her little hands.

“I know you do.” Paige laughed, wiping the dribble of milk that fell from her lips. “I think it might be bedtime for you, princess.”

She didn’t miss the frown that spread across Zion’s face, “I don’t wanna!” She whined, shaking her head viciously and burying herself deeper into Paige’s hold. “Please, Paigey?”

Paige very clearly hated telling Zion ‘no.’ She felt like the words should never even form on her tongue when talking to the little girl, but it was past 11:30 at night and keeping her up longer would only be a recipe for disaster come morning time. “It’s late, baby girl. You gotta go to bed.”

Savea could sense her daughter getting frustrated, so she walked over. She sat on the sofa that Paige rested her back against. Her hand subconsciously slipping to cup Paige’s cheek. “Z, let her put you to bed, okay? You got all day tomorrow to do whatever you want.” She reasoned.

Zion looked over to Paige, her frown turning into a smile when she stood up on her thighs and wrapped her arms around her neck. “One more story? Please!” Dragging out the ending sound, Zion eagerly jumped up and down.

“Okay! Okay, one more, that’s it.” Paige gave in. “But we’re going upstairs.”

“Thank you, mama.”

Paige’s brows furrowed for a few milliseconds before her head shot up to look at Savea. The expression on her face was incredulous. Savea simply shrugged, a matching smile on her face.

“Did you just call me, mama?” Paige asked, returning her attention to Zion.

“Sorry, I won’t—”

“No. No! Don’t apologize, princess. Of course you can call me that. I’d love it if you called me that.” Paige reassured. She held Zion close, probably closer than she’d even realized.

Savea didn’t fight the smile that formed on her face. She was very stingy with who she allowed around her daughter, and rightfully so. When she had first introduced Zion to Paige she had only hoped that Paige would be around for a long time, not only to protect her heart but Zion’s as well. This was even more than she had expected. It was heartwarming and she was so grateful to be able to watch the two’s relationship form into what it was now.

***

Savea finally made her way to her bathroom after watching Paige hold Zion to her chest and take her into her bedroom. This was another thing she loved about having the athlete around, she didn’t have to do it all alone. She was able to take time for herself in ways she wasn’t able to do before.

She had gotten out of the shower, body clean and smelling of her Vanilla body wash. Her favorite rose colored night robe on her body as she finished the rest of skin care routine. A few knocks on her door got her attention.

She tugged the door open to reveal her girlfriend. The blonde stepped into the brightly lit bathroom, her arms immediately wrapping around Savea’s waist and pulling her close. Paige tucked her head into the woman’s neck, “You smell nice.”

“Thank you! It’s that new body butter you got me.” Savea answered. Her hands dropped to hold onto the arms around her waist. Paige still had on her outfit from the game. A simple white graphic t-shirt that had the sleeves cut off; she was obviously in the mood to show off her muscles tonight. Her baggy light wash jeans clung low to her hips, the band of her Calvin Klein’s peaking out. “You played good tonight, it was kinda hot.” She changed the subject.

Paige’s lips puckered, pushing a kiss to Savea’s neck. She was soft with it, teasing as she looked into her eyes through the mirror. “I had a baddie sitting in the box, I had to show out.” She joked. Savea rolled her eyes at the cockiness that ran through her body.

“Okay, Jordan Poole.”

“I’m serious! You shoulda seen her, baby. She got a pretty smile, body on a whole different level, she was cheering me on the whole game too.” Paige continued, she slightly rocked the two side to side as she spoke.

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhmm, definitely a MILF. Shoulda seen her.” She teased. Paige kissed Savea’s neck again. Her hand moved to the silk string of her robe, playing with it but not tugging the robe open. “She ain’t got shit on you though.

“At all?”

“Nope. You just do something different to me. Can’t ever be replicated.” Paige said. She gently turned Savea around so she could look at her pretty face up close. Her eyes raked her girlfriend’s body, her tits just barely peaked out of the top of the silk cover up. The curve of Savea’s hips, though, was probably Paige’s favorite. Her skin was decorated in pretty stretch marks that she always made sure to show extra love to.

Savea puckered her lips, teasingly sticking them out for Paige to finally kiss them. Connecting them in a gentle kiss, Paige cupped Savea’s cheeks in her hand as she kissed them repeatedly. Savea let her, shoulders relaxing into Paige’s comfort as she melted into the kiss.

Paige’s tongue pushed slowly between her lips. It was a feeling and a taste she would never get over, even after these last couple years together. Savea tasted like candy, like hot chocolate on a snow day, like ice cream. So familiar and sweet.

Paige moaned softly and it spurred Savea on as she sucked dangerously on the pink muscle. Paige kisses back harder, the only signs of breathing being the short sounds of air leaving her nose.

The blonde pulled back delicately, pressing her pink lips to Savea’s cheek, then her jaw, and finally on her earlobe. “Sav?”

“Hmm?” She responded.

“Can I take this off?” Paige gestured towards her robe, tugging on the lace hem with the tips of her fingers.

Savea nodded, eyes going wide and eager. “Please.”

Her slender fingers untied the knot that kept the frail fabric together, watching it fall open around Savea’s body. Her breasts round and decorated with her hardened nipples and ridiculously sexy tan lines. A low whistle left Paige’s mouth as she continued sizing her up.

“You’re fuckin’ gorgeous, baby. My God.” Paige exclaimed. Her hands traveled up to Savea’s tits, cupping them before they moved to her hips. “Take these off.” She instructed. Her fingers snapped the simple navy colored cotton underwear against her hips. Savea reached to pull them off until the pooled by her feet and Paige took it as an opportunity to take off her white shirt, leaving her in a black Nike sports bra and her jeans.

To say Savea’s gawked at her body would be an understatement.

She stood practically drooling. Her abs were so defined and the muscles on her arms unintentionally flexed with each movement she made. The sight alone was more than enough to have her soaking wet between her legs. She squeezed her thighs together, hoping to alleviate the pressure there.

“Babe, I don’t think you understand how bad I need you right now.”

“Show me then.”

Savea’s legs slightly parted, giving Paige room to step closer and stand between them more. A hand gripped her waist while the other trailed from the center of her chest and down her stomach. Savea rested against the counter, her palms flush against the cool marble sink when Paige ran her middle finger through her folds.

The slick pooled on her finger, catching her by surprise. She brought her finger to her lips, licking her girlfriend’s precum off of it before licking her lips.

“Hiding that from me all day, Sav?”

“Paige c’mon.” Savea breathed out, her head lolling to the side where she looked at Paige teasingly. A pout gracing her face.

She wanted more and Paige could tell, so her finger slipped inside slowly, gently parting her folds and brushing her walls with the long finger. Savea took a deep breath following that with a bite of her plump bottom lip. Her fingers were good company while Paige was busy, but they never did the job as well as her girlfriend did.

“Shit, you’re already dripping?” Paige groaned at the sight.

“You don’t know how sexy you look when you play.” Savea defended, but her mind was elsewhere, namely the slight rake of Paige’s long finger moving inside of her. “Been like this for hours, P.”

“You think you can take another?”

“Two more. Fuck, I’ll take three more. Just fuck me, P.”

Paige was never one for making her woman wait, so she nudged her clit gently with her ring finger. Her hand stilled before pushing in the second finger followed by the third. Savea’s insane wetness made it easy.

“You’re so tight, Sav.” Paige mumbled, dragging her fingers in and out at a dangerously slow pace. Her lip tucked between her teeth while she watched Savea’s body writhe. “You like that, baby?”

She nodded in response, a moan mixed with a whine leaving her pouted lips.

Paige’s head traveled to her girlfriend’s chest. Her lips kissing gently on it before traveling to her tits. She grasped one in her hand, tongue slowly peeking out of her mouth to lick Savea’s sensitive nipple. Paige did it again, but this time softly biting on the flesh. Her fingers started speeding up, the thickness of the three combined with the sucking on her tits made Savea’s eyes roll.

“Ha— Paige. Oh fuck, just like that.” She whimpered. Her hand cradled Paige’s head, fingers tangling into the long blonde hair. Her head fell back as she gripped onto the edge of the sink with her free hand. “Feels ‘s good.” Savea praised.

Her girlfriend’s lips continued with opened mouth kisses across her skin, tongue teasing her nipples and soothing the hickeys that formed there. The pace Paige had set for herself was dreadfully slow, teasing that one spot over and then slowing down before speeding up again. She pulled back from Savea’s chest, biting her bottom lip while she moved.

“You’re so pretty, Sav.” Paige complemented. Her arm began to sting, her muscles tensing from the increased rigor. Her middle finger curved just slightly and Savea’s head shot up with a shade of pink accented on her cheeks. “Oh my God, listen to that.” Paige fired. The wetness of Savea’s cunt was doing unimaginable things to her, soaking her boxers without a doubt.

“Baby,” Savea started. Her hand darted down to her clit, but Paige pushed the hand away.

Her need for control was so apparent. Her tall and muscular body towered over her menacingly and Savea craved it. She lived off of that feeling.

“Let me get you right.” Paige groaned as she pressed her thumb to the woman’s clit. She applied a steady pressure to the nerves, rubbing tight circles over it. “Fuck you just like you need it. You’re takin’ it so good, mama.”

“It’s so fucking—sensitive.” Savea gasped.

She raised in volume, and although the feeling was otherworldly, she still had her child sleeping in the room next door. Her hand pressed to her mouth to silence her growing cries.

Paige’s fingers pressed against her spot over and over and over again. The curling of her fingers hit that gummy spot and made Savea’s legs nearly give out on her. Her stomach was doing summersaults and the knot tightened.

“Let it go, Sav.” Paige instructed. “All down my hand, let that shit go.” Her veiny hand peeled Savea’s palm from her mouth. Paige’s lips hovered over hers, nearly touching but not yet as she breathed in all of her girlfriend’s breathless pleas. “Let me hear you.”

“‘M so close.”

“I know, Ma.”

“You’re so deep.”

Paige smirked at that, pushing her hand further until a squeal escaped Savea. “I’ll go deeper. Just need you to cum. Make a mess on this floor, go ‘head.”

“Paige!” Savea hiccuped, a groan leaving her lips as she steadied a hand on her broad shoulder. Eyes glued shut and mouth agape as she approached her climax.

“Look at me, love.” Paige spoke softly. Her hand slipped to the back of Savea’s neck, refocusing her attention.

Savea’s eyes blinked open, a glassy look on her brown eyes. Her body was on fire thanks to Paige, she knew her like the back of her hand. The blonde hit her spot with ease, repeatedly pushing at her button and rubbing her clit simultaneously until Savea’s legs shook and she gripped her shoulder with an electric force as she came.

Her jaw fell slack, her moans coming out as more dragged out breaths. Her chest heaved, and Paige’s eyes remained glued to her, even after she broke their eye contact. Her cum pooled in Paige’s palm, the sticky substance coating her hand and Savea’s thighs.

The athlete took another step forward to connect their lips, her fingers gently slipping out of her cunt. “I love you.” She spoke in between short pecks.

“I love you too, P.” Savea whispered back.

Her arms finally draped around her shoulders to hold her close, and Paige’s wildly exhausted ones fell together at Savea’s hips. They stood like that for a while softly shifting side to side while Savea caught her breath. Her head fit perfectly in Paige’s neck, inhaling the scent of her cologne that still managed to stay on throughout the night. Paige’s clean hand drew circles on her lower back, muttering soft, sweet nothings into her ear.

“Paige?”

“Yeah?”

“I know I say this all the time, but I really am so thankful for everything you do to help me out with Z.” Savea’s voice was low, she nearly drifted off to sleep right where she stood. “None of it goes unnoticed.”

“Baby don’t worry about it. You’re my family, I’m just doing my part.” Paige spoke into Savea’s hair. This was her life. Sure she got to play the sport she loved and the fame and attention that came with it was an added bonus, but she had Savea and Zion. Her motivation to keep going, even when she hated going to the gym in the morning. She had a family. “Oh my God, she called me mama today.” Paige finally realized.

She couldn’t fight the smile that formed on her face even if she tried. Savea nodded from her spot in Paige’s neck, giggling like a child when she looked up into her girlfriend’s bright blues.

“I know! You should’ve seen your face.” Savea pointed out, and just like that Paige was joining her in laughter, holding her lover close by while she talked.

And when their night came to an end, after they took a shower (yes another shower for Savea) and the girl returned the favor to Paige in said shower. After all was said and Savea fell asleep in the strong arms of her lover, Paige closed her eyes with a smile on her face. Thinking of her girl, and their little family.

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authors note so so so cute, thank you anon! domestic paige is my favvvvvvorite but i thought it would be weird to write about her like this while she’s still at uconn idk.. so LA PAIGE (💔)

[victoryai]

10TH LORD IN THE SIGNS(Career focused)

I already wrote on 1st Lord in the signs here and 7th lord in the signs here. So I guess you understand what I mean.

10th lord in the signs is only concerned about which sign the 10th house Lord is in. It don matter here which planet is your 10th lord but rather which sign your 10th lord is placed in.

10th Lord in Aries: Your career involves "you" to a great extent. Maybe you are required to be physically present or your body is a big part of your job e.g modelling, dancing, wrestling etc that involves your physical ability and natural strength .

10th Lord in Taurus: Your job deals with money or valuables, financial security, isn't very stressful, likely to give you a comfortable life, e.g banker, store owner, jeweller etc

10th lord in Gemini: Your job brings about frequent short journeys and trips, maybe you travel often to your workplace, or work with siblings, your job is likely focused on communication and information, involves teaching or learning and multitasking too, e.g teacher, journalist, news reporter,

10th Lord in Cancer: Your job isn't really stressful, allows you to work from home sometimes, might involve lands or houses, something like real estate or house agent, might also indicate that you work with family members or you are involved in the family business.

10th lord in Leo: Your job is something fun and entertaining, involves being dramatic sometimes, maybe acting, making skits, cartoons, entertainment sector, might involve kids or working with children. Might put you in fame's way.

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10th lord in Virgo: Your job involves routine and precision, punctuality and order, probably a job that deals with diseases or conflict, involves a due procedure and any mistake could be costly e.g doctor, nurse, lawyer, police officer.

10th lord in Libra: Your job involves working with a number of people, might be beauty focused, you might work with spouse, needs you to be diplomatic and accommodating in nature, isn't very stressful. Types of job could be a diplomat, counsellor, etc

10th lord in Scorpio: Your job probably involves valuables or belongings of other people, needs you to keep a few secrets, do underground work or deal with waste, somewhat dangerous and risky, a job most folks wouldn't take up. E. G undertaker

10th lord in Sagittarius; Your job might involve long distance journeys, teaching or learning, adventure, knowledge, philosophy, and culture. A job where you constantly have to upgrade your knowledge, work in foreign lands etc. Jobs may include translator, lecturer, professor, teacher, travel blogger, pilot, space 🤔, religious leader(is that a job 😂 sorry😭)

10th lord in Capricorn: A typical job I would say, nothing weird about it. Might put you in a place of authority as time goes by, you might be a public figure, a reputable job, you may be famous too, seems like a serious job to me( the one where you have to put on corporate wears all the mf time)

10th lord in Aquarius: Your job might be about cyber stuff, internet or social media related, maybe an influencer, might work online, programming, AI related stuff and some weird shit that only very smart people understand, unique in nature, might work together with friends too.

10th lord in Pisces: Your job might be something really unusual or special in the sense that most people can't do it. Maybe a diviner, a spiritualist, a seer, an astronaut 🚀🤔, using your intuitive gifts for work, a polygrapher or psychologist.

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[duskidolsmut]

The Frenzy of the Celestial Dawn

Kazuha boards the luxury cruise ship Aurora Celestial, hoping to cement her fame among Asian industry VIPs. What begins as a glamorous opportunity quickly turns into an erotic nightmare when she is cornered by a group of powerful men led by Kang Dae-ho. Trapped in a mirrored room, Kazuha is subjected to a wild "show" of domination and pleasure, where her nymphomaniac personality emerges, transforming her from victim to active participant.

T: Gangbang, BDSM, Domination, Submission, Nymphomania, anal, urine and more Words: 5.911

It was on a sultry spring day that the LE SSERAFIM agency summoned the girls to an urgent meeting. The manager, a man in an impeccable suit and a calculated smile, announced a “special opportunity”: an invitation to a luxury cruise on the Aurora Celestial, a monumental ship known as the floating playground of the Asian elite. The event promised to bring together VIPs from the entertainment industry - producers, record label CEOs, broadcasters - all eager to meet the stars of the moment. For Kazuha, it was more than a trip: it was a chance to solidify her fame and open doors that would take her beyond K-pop, perhaps even into international cinema or fashion. She imagined sophisticated conversations in crystal halls, exchanging business cards and compliments on her impeccable performance.

The Aurora Celestial was a spectacle in itself. Anchored in the port of Busan, the ship rose like a palace over the water, its ten floors of opulence glistening in the sun. Glass towers reflected the sky and golden lights surrounded each deck, promising glamorous evenings. Kazuha boarded alongside her LE SSERAFIM colleagues, all excited at the prospect of a well-deserved rest after months of intense promotions. Dressed in an elegant ensemble of long skirt and silk blouse, Kazuha walked the catwalk with the poise of a queen, the salty sea wind playing with her hair.

The first night was a dream. The main hall, decorated with crystal chandeliers and marble walls, echoed with laughter and the clink of champagne glasses. Kazuha and LE SSERAFIM gave an incredible performance and the audience of men in suits and women covered in jewels applauded enthusiastically. She exchanged glances with a Japanese producer who promised to introduce her to a famous director and smiled at a Chinese tycoon who praised her “unique aura”. Everything seemed perfect - until the lights went out.

A sudden silence filled the hall, followed by the dry click of doors being locked. The LE SSERAFIM manager who had accompanied them disappeared without explanation. When the lights came back on, dimmer and tinged with red, Kazuha realized that the other girls had been separated from her, taken away by assistants with impassive faces. A tall man in a black suit with eyes as cold as steel approached. He introduced himself as Kang Dae-ho, the owner of a rival record label that had been trying to monopolize the K-pop market for years. With a smile that didn't reach his eyes, he held out his hand and said: “Kazuha, you're the highlight of the evening. We have something special planned for you.”

The invitation to a “private meeting” on the upper deck sounded like a promise of power, but Dae-ho's tone carried something viscous, something that made Kazuha's instincts scream. Still, driven by ambition and the belief that she could control the situation, she accepted. She climbed the marble stairs to a secluded suite, the sound of her heels echoing in the empty corridor. As she opened the door, the air changed. It wasn't just Dae-ho waiting for her, but a circle of men - faces she recognized from industry meetings, all with hungry looks and predatory smiles. The door closed behind her with a final slam, and Kazuha realized, too late, that the Aurora Celestial was not a stage for her rise, but a trap for her fall.

The suite at the top of the Aurora Celestial was a world apart, a sanctuary of twisted luxury. Kazuha was led down a narrow corridor into a circular room, its walls covered in mirrors that reflected every angle of her slender body. Golden chains hung from the ceiling like macabre ornaments, tinkling softly in the artificial breeze that circulated in the room. The sound of the ocean waves, which had once been a constant murmur, now seemed muffled, suffocated by low moans echoing from somewhere unseen - perhaps recordings, perhaps other victims. The air carried a sweet, intoxicating perfume, mixed with the metallic smell of the chains and the anticipatory sweat of the men around her.

Kang Dae-ho, the leader of the group, was in the center of the room, reclining in a black leather armchair that looked more like a throne. His eyes devoured her as she entered, the other men - five in all, each a figure of power in the industry - formed a semicircle behind him. Dae-ho was a middle-aged man, but with an imposing presence: gray hair combed back, impeccable suit open at the chest. He held a glass of red wine, swirling the liquid with long, deliberate fingers.

“Welcome, Kazuha,” he began, his deep voice cutting through the silence like a blade. “You're probably wondering why you're here. I'll be blunt: K-pop is a game of appearances, but the real power lies in the shadows. This cruise is our annual tradition - a place where the kings of the industry choose their muses and shape them as they wish. You, my dear, are tonight's prize.”

He stood up, walking slowly over to her, the sound of his shoes echoing on the marble floor. “Your group, LE SSERAFIM, has potential, but it depends on us to get to the top. That's the price. Today, you're going to entertain us - not with your voice or your dance moves, but with something more... primal. We're going to take off that perfect idol mask and reveal what's underneath. And if you play it right, your career will shine like never before.”

The other men laughed low, a guttural sound that made the hairs on the back of Kazuha's neck stand on end. One of them, a Japanese producer with an angular face, stepped forward, holding a folded cloth. Without ceremony, he opened it, revealing a costume that was a perversion of her LE SSERAFIM stage uniform: a very short skirt made of transparent fabric, a top that barely covered her breasts, adorned with golden chains that jingled with every movement. It was a garment designed to humiliate, to expose, but also to seduce.

“Put that on,” Dae-ho ordered, sitting back down with a satisfied smile. “I want to see you transform yourself into something more... accessible.”

Kazuha was silent for a moment, her eyes fixed on the costume. Her heart was beating fast, a mixture of fear and anger pulsing through her veins. But then something changed. A dangerous glint appeared in her eyes, and a slow, almost feline smile curved her lips. She took the costume from the producer's hands, her fingers brushing against his deliberately, and began to undress right there, without hesitation. The silk blouse fell to the floor, followed by the long skirt, revealing the black lingerie she wore underneath - a stark contrast to the angelic image she sold to the public.

“Do you think you can mold me?” she said, her voice low and hoarse, as she put on her new outfit. The chains jingled against her skin, and she spun her body with the grace of a ballerina, letting the men watch every curve. “Maybe I'm already more than you realize. Maybe I like it that way.”

Dae-ho raised an eyebrow in surprise as the others exchanged uncertain glances. Kazuha walked to the center of the room, the ceiling chains brushing against her shoulders, and leaned forward slightly, her gaze fixed on the leader. “You want a show? Then tell me how it starts. I'm not just a victim - I know how to play this game better than you think.”

It was partly a bluff, an attempt to take control, but there was truth in it. Kazuha has always had a hidden side, a hunger that ballet and K-pop have never satisfied. Behind the scenes of her idol life, she fantasized about the forbidden, the loss of control, the ecstasy that came from surrendering to chaos. Now, cornered, that nymphomaniac side emerged like a weapon. She took a step forward, her hips undulating subtly, and whispered: “Who's going to be the first to teach me how to be... accessible?”

The room fell silent for a moment, the men caught off guard by the change in tone. Dae-ho laughed, a deep, satisfied sound, clapping his hands slowly. “Well, well, she's got claws... and an appetite. Let's see how far that gets you, Kazuha. The show's yours - for now.”

The air in the mirrored room seemed denser now, charged with an electricity that made Kazuha's hair stand on end. Kang Dae-ho leaned forward in his armchair, his eyes shining with a mixture of surprise and delight as he watched the idol's transformation. The semi-circle of men around him stirred, their heavy breaths echoing in the enclosed space, mingling with the clinking of the golden chains that hung above. The perverted costume Kazuha wore - the transparent top that barely contained her breasts, the short skirt that revealed the curve of her thighs, the chains that caressed her skin with every movement - seemed less an imposition now and more an extension of her own desire. Sweat was already beginning to glisten on her collarbone, and the mirrors captured the way her body subtly trembled, not from fear, but from raw anticipation.

She took a step forward, the sound of her heels against the marble cutting through the silence like a hypnotic drumbeat. “You want a show,” she repeated, her voice low and mellifluous, laden with a provocation that made the men stir uneasily. “Then show me how it starts. I didn't come here to be just a doll - I want to feel.” Her eyes sparkled, and she licked her lips slowly, a gesture that made the Japanese producer swallow dry and the tattooed Korean adjust his pants with a low grunt.

Dae-ho laughed again, but there was a tone of raw excitement in his voice now. “You're a hungry slut, aren't you? All right, we'll fill you up until you beg.” He gestured with his hand, and two of the men stepped forward - the Japanese producer, slim but with quick snake-like fingers, and the burly Korean, whose dragon tattoos ran up his neck and were lost under his ajar shirt. They grabbed her by the arms, not violently, but with a firmness that sent a shiver down her spine. Kazuha didn't resist; instead, she tilted her head back, letting her hair fall like a curtain, exposing her long, pale neck. “Is that all?” she whispered, her lips parted in a defiant smile. “I thought you were real men.”

The Japanese producer snorted, irritated by the provocation, and grabbed one of the golden chains from the ceiling, pulling it tightly around her wrists. He tied her loosely, her arms raised above her head, her body exposed like a living canvas in the mirrors. “You'll swallow those words, you arrogant little bitch,” he growled, his voice laden with a cutting accent as his hands slid under her transparent top, his fingers finding her already hard nipples. He squeezed them hard, twisting them between his thumb and forefinger, and Kazuha let out a loud moan, her hips writhing against the air. “Yes, moan for me,” he said, his eyes shining with sadism. “I want to hear that sound again.”

Meanwhile, the Korean knelt in front of her, his large, calloused hands running up her soft thighs, his thumbs sinking into her flesh until they left red marks. He spread her legs with a rough jerk, her skirt riding up to reveal the soaked black lingerie that barely covered her. “Look at that wet pussy,” he grunted, his deep tone reverberating in the room. ”You're dripping, you slut. I bet you're already imagining all of us fucking you at the same time.” He rubbed his fingers over the fabric, pressing hard enough to make Kazuha arch her back and let out a ragged sigh, the chains clinking above her.

Dae-ho stood up at last, the king on his throne now ready to claim his prize. He walked over to her, stopping a few centimeters away, the warmth of his body mingling with hers. His eyes traveled up and down her body, lingering on her breasts that rose and fell with quickened breathing, on her spread legs, on the way she vibrated under the touch of others. He reached out and took a firm hold of her chin, forcing her to face him. “You like that, don't you? Being wanted like this, being touched by all of us. We're going to push you to the limit, Kazuha - and then beyond.” He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear, his hot breath sending a shock down her spine. “I want to hear you scream my name as I tear you in half.”

Kazuha laughed, a low, guttural sound that echoed in the room, her eyes sparking with a desire that wasn't feigned. “Then tear it, Dae-ho,” she retorted, pulling the chains above her head until the metal bit into her wrists, the cold contrasting with the heat burning between her legs. “But it doesn't stop there. I want you all to fuck me until I can't stand it. Let's see who breaks first.” She threw her head back, offering her neck, and Dae-ho couldn't resist - his teeth sank into the soft skin, leaving a red mark as he sucked hard, eliciting another moan from her.

The Japanese producer, still behind her, pulled her top aside, completely exposing her breasts to the mirrors. “These breasts are perfect for squeezing,” he murmured, his hands covering them and squeezing with a pressure that made her shudder. “I bet you want a cock right here in the middle of them, don't you, you bitch?” He rubbed his thumbs over her nipples, each touch sending waves of pleasure that made her knees go weak.

The Korean, in turn, tore at her lingerie with a savage yank, the sound of the fabric ripping echoing in the room. “Look at that hungry pussy,” he said, his thick fingers sliding between her soaked lips, unceremoniously opening her up. “It's all wet for us. Do you want me to tongue fuck you first or do you already want to feel my cock stretching you?” He pressed one finger inside her, then two, pumping slowly while Kazuha moaned loudly, her hips thrusting against his hand. “Speak up, you slut, what do you want?”

“I want everything,” she replied, her voice hoarse with arousal, her eyes squinted as she stared at Dae-ho. “His tongue, his fingers, someone's cock - give it all to me at once. I'm not one to settle for little.” She licked her lips again, her teeth biting into the bottom one as the other three men approached, their pants already open, their belts falling to the floor with a metallic clang.

One of them, a Chinese man with a slicked-back hairdo and a crooked smile, grabbed one of the loose chains and wrapped it around her neck like a makeshift necklace, pulling back until she gagged slightly. "You're going to choke on more than this, girl," he said, his voice full of dirty promises as his free hand slid to his already hard cock, rubbing it against her thigh. "Open your mouth for me, let's see how much you can take." 

Another, a dark-skinned Thai man with hungry eyes, stood nearby, his hands exploring her breasts through the chains. "Those little titties are going to be red when I'm done with them," he murmured, tugging on the chains to rub the cool metal against her sensitive nipples. "I'm going to fuck you so deep you'll feel it in your throat." 

Kazuha was at the center of a whirlwind of touches, breaths, and obscene dialogue that set her on fire. Her moans mingled with their grunts, the mirrors reflecting a scene of sensual chaos: legs entwined, hands that squeezed and pulled, mouths that left red marks on her skin. She pulled at the chains, not to free herself, but to feel more, to give in to the frenzy that fueled the fire that had always burned inside her. “Harder,” she demanded, her voice broken by gasps. “Make me come until I can’t remember my own name.”

The first man, the angular-faced Japanese producer, grabbed Kazuha by the hair with one firm hand, his fingers tangling in the damp strands as he unbuttoned his pants with the other. The sound of the zipper echoed like a harbinger, and then his cock sprang out, hard and throbbing, his skin glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. He wasted no time—he yanked her head forward with a grunt, thrusting deep into her mouth without warning. The salty, bitter taste of him flooded her tongue, mixed with the sweat dripping from his groin, and the thick tip of his cock hit the back of her throat, making her gag violently. 

Kazuha writhed, her arms still bound by the golden chains above, the cold metal biting into her wrists as she fought the urge to vomit. Her eyes watered, but there was a savage glint in them, an arousal that pulsed stronger with each rough thrust of his. “Swallow it all, you little whore,” the Japanese man growled, his hips slamming into her face hard, the wet sound of her throat being invaded filling the room. Drool dripped from her lips, dripping down her chin and onto the marble floor, but she didn’t pull back—instead, she forced her tongue against him, sucking with a voracity that made him groan loudly. 

Suddenly, he twisted her head to the side, ripping her off his cock with a wet pop. Kazuha gasped for air, her chest rising and falling rapidly, but she didn't have time to recover. The tattooed Korean, with a feral grin, was already ready, his cock thick and heavy in his hand. He grabbed her face with calloused fingers and thrust into her mouth with one wild thrust, the muscles in his abdomen contracting as he began to fuck her throat. "Suck it deeper, you slut," he growled, his voice husky with lust. "I want to feel that tight throat swallowing me whole." The feeling of all the other men's hungry eyes on her naked, exposed, vulnerable body as she gagged and drooled on his cock sent a wave of heat straight to her pussy. She could feel the liquid running down between her thighs, her arousal dripping onto the floor as they took turns passing her from one to the other like a toy. 

The other men gathered around her, a circle of hungry predators, their heavy breathing mingling with the sound of her muffled moans. Sweat beaded on her skin, running down her back and mixing with the drool dripping from her chin and the tears staining her face. Her arousal was palpable, a glistening puddle collecting on the marble beneath her, and the musky scent of her desire filled the air, further arousing the men. “Look at this bitch in heat,” the Chinese man with the combed hair said, laughing as he rubbed his cock against her thigh. “She’s wetting the floor just by sucking.”

Without warning, they ripped her from her chains, her wrists marked red, and threw her on all fours on the cold floor. Multiple hands began to spank and slap, the sound of flesh on flesh echoing like an obscene symphony. The dark-skinned Thai man slapped her ass hard, his palm leaving a red mark that burned deliciously, before he rubbed the hot flesh with his fingers. He slid his hand between her thighs, his fingers dipping into her soaking wet cunt, and laughed out loud. “That pussy is so fucking wet!” he exclaimed, raising his hand to show the others, his fingers glistening with her juices. “That bitch is begging to be fucked.”

Sangwoo, the tattooed Korean, leaned over her, pulling Kazuha’s face toward him as he rubbed his hard cock against her cheek. “Cussy or ass?” he asked, his voice thick. Seeing the confusion in her eyes, he laughed and repeated louder: “Do you want it in your pussy or your ass, you dumb bitch?” He slapped her face lightly, just to reinforce his question. 

Kazuha licked her lips, the taste of saliva and sweat still fresh, and glared at him defiantly, even on her knees. “Just my pussy, for now,” she replied, her voice husky but firm, a crooked smile curving her lips. “I want to feel you tear me up there first.” 

Sangwoo growled, satisfied, and slapped her ass hard, the sound echoing as the flesh trembled beneath his hand. “Good bitch,” he said, his eyes shining with a mixture of cruelty and desire. "I'm going to fuck you so deep you'll feel my cock in your womb." He positioned himself behind her, his hands gripping her hips tightly, his nails digging into her skin as he lined his cock up to her slippery entrance. "Spread those legs wider, you whore," he ordered, giving her another slap before thrusting hard, burying himself deep in a single movement that made Kazuha scream, a sound that was half pain, half ecstasy.

The Japanese man, not wanting to be left out, grabbed her hair again, pulling her head up. "Open that mouth again," he said, rubbing his still-hard cock against her lips. "You're going to suck me while he fucks you. I want to see that slutty face crying into my cock." He forced his way in, his hips slamming against her face as Sangwoo sped up behind her, each thrust making her body rock and the chains on her costume jingle in a frenetic rhythm.

The Chinese man knelt beside her, his hands squeezing her breasts tightly, his thumbs rubbing her nipples until they were red. "Those tits are mine now," he murmured, sucking one of them with a wet suction that left Kazuha moaning around the cock in her mouth. "I'm going to cum on them after I watch you scream." 

The Thai man, still rubbing her ass, stuck two fingers into her tight entrance as Sangwoo fucked her, stretching her even further. "You're enjoying this, huh, you dirty bitch?" he teased, his fingers pumping in a different rhythm. "I bet you want all of us at once, filling every hole until you pass out." 

Kazuha could barely respond, her mouth full, her throat being invaded, her pussy throbbing around Sangwoo as the others touched and marked her. Sweat dripped down her forehead, mixing with her tears and drool, and her arousal dripped onto the floor, a testament to her insatiable desire. She pulled against the hands that held her, not to escape, but to feel more, to lose herself in that chaos of pleasure and pain. "More," she managed to mumble between gasps, her eyes half-closed staring at Dae-ho, who watched everything with a satisfied smile. "Make me cum, you sons of bitches." 

Dae-ho laughed, the deep sound cutting through the air. "You heard the bitch," he told the others, slowly unbuttoning his own pants. "Give her what she wants. Let's see how long this whore can take before she begs for me." 

Suddenly, Kazuha felt a searing pain tear through her ass as Sangwoo forced his thick cock inside her, ignoring her earlier request for "just her pussy." Her tight asshole resisted for a moment before giving in, and she cried out, her voice echoing in the mirrored room, a hoarse sound of pain mixed with a visceral pleasure she couldn’t contain. Before she could recover, Takeshi, the angular-faced Japanese producer, had grabbed her hair tightly and shoved his hard cock into her mouth, thrusting until her nose bumped against his groin, the musky scent of sweat and sex filling her nostrils. She gagged, her throat tightening around him, her eyes watering as he began to fuck her mouth with rough thrusts. “Suck it properly, you slut,” Takeshi growled, pulling her hair harder. “I want to feel that tongue working.”

Sangwoo, behind her, picked up the pace, his cock stretching Kazuha’s asshole painfully as he pounded her ass hard, his large hands leaving red marks on her pale skin. “Fuck, that’s such a tight ass,” he groaned, sweat running down his tattooed chest and dripping onto her back. Each thrust sent her body rocking, her breasts bouncing beneath her torn costume, her chains clanking in an obscene chorus. Takeshi gripped a fistful of her hair, his hips slamming into her face, salty pre-cum dripping onto her tongue as he thrust deeper. Kazuha went wild with pleasure, the heat between her legs growing despite the pain, arousal dripping down her thighs and staining the floor.

His grip on her hair tightened, and with one last savage thrust, Takeshi held her head against the base of his cock, his cock pulsing as he filled her mouth with hot, sticky cum. "Swallow it, you bitch," he ordered, his voice sharp, his eyes shining with satisfaction. Kazuha swallowed it all in one go, the bitter taste going down her throat as she gasped, drool and tears streaming down her chin. Sangwoo, still fucking her ass hard, grabbed her hair as soon as Takeshi released her, pulling her head back and exposing her neck as his hands gripped her waist tightly. She struggled to catch her breath, a scream escaping her lips—but Boonsong, the dark-skinned Thai, was quick, filling her mouth with his thick cock again, silencing her as he began to fuck her throat like it was a pussy. 

“Choke on that cock, you little slut,” Boonsong growled, his fingers digging into her scalp as he thrust hard, the taste of sweat mixed with Takeshi’s cum flooding his tongue. Sangwoo’s thrusts behind her became more erratic, his moans louder, his cock throbbing as he came, the heat of his cum filling her asshole in hot spurts. He held his cock there for a moment, panting heavily, before pulling out with a wet sound. “Fuck, that’s one tight little ass,” Sangwoo said, catching his breath, giving her ass one last slap as his cum slowly began to leak between her cheeks, running down her thighs. 

Boonsong pulled his cock from Kazuha’s mouth and, in one rough motion, rolled her onto her back on the cold marble floor. She was shocked by the sticky sensation of his cum dripping from her, but her eyes were bright with insatiable desire. “Who’s next?” she teased, her voice husky and defiant, her lips swollen and red. “Come on, you sons of bitches, fill me up again.” 

Jin, the Chinese man with the combed hair, laughed loudly and grabbed her from the floor, his hands firmly on her hips as he slammed his hard cock into her pussy in one motion. “Holy shit, this fucking meat is wet!” he exclaimed, his eyes wide with lust as he felt her muscles clench around him. A long moan escaped Kazuha’s lips, pleasure exploding through her body as he began to thrust hard. Without thinking, she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, her heels digging into his back. “Fuck me harder,” she demanded, her eyes half-lidded, sweat dripping down her neck. 

“I’ll take her ass,” Tae said, a man with tanned skin and defined muscles, positioning himself behind her. He thrust his cock into her already cum-filled asshole, sliding in easily thanks to Sangwoo’s warm liquid, and Kazuha moaned loudly, the sound reverberating off the mirrors. “Fuck, it’s slippery in here,” Tae laughed, his hands gripping the flesh of her ass as he began to thrust at a savage pace. Both men fucked her fast, Jin in her pussy and Tae in her ass, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through her, their bodies colliding with hers in a sweaty frenzy. 

Kazuha could feel the sweat of the men she was trapped between, their hot breath against her skin, the weight of being so full pushing her over the edge. Suddenly, an orgasm ripped through her, the muscles of her pussy and ass contracting around the cocks inside her, amplifying each thrust. She tightened her legs around Jin and shuddered, crying out as the waves of pleasure washed over her, her body shaking uncontrollably. "Fuck, that's it!" escaped her lips, her voice cracking with ecstasy. The men, driven mad by her moans, fucked her harder, Tae's fingers digging into her hips as Jin's thrusts became erratic. 

Boonsong, who had been watching with his cock in his hand, moved closer again, but it was Jin who came first, his cock throbbing as he filled her pussy with hot cum. "Oh, shit," Kazuha moaned, losing herself completely in the pleasure, her eyes rolling back as Tae pulled his cock from her ass, cum dripping in a chaotic mix. Jin sped up, thrusting faster as he came, the pulsing of his cock and the sensation of the hot liquid pushing Kazuha into another orgasm. She cried out loud, her muscles contracting again, her body arching against the floor as pleasure overtook her. 

Jin lifted her off his cock and set her down on the floor, cum leaking from her pussy and ass in a sticky puddle. Kazuha panted, her chest rising and falling rapidly, but before she could regain her composure, Kang Dae-ho, the leader, grabbed her by the hair and forced her to her knees. He prodded her mouth with his hard cock, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. “Open wide, you thirsty slut,” he snapped, his voice thick with authority and lust.

Without thinking, Kazuha opened her mouth, her eyes fixed on his, defiant even after everything. Dae-ho held the tip of his cock between her lower lip and, instead of cumming, he urinated, the warm, salty stream hitting her tongue. The bitter, strong taste filled her mouth, but she kept her lips open, swallowing it all as he watched her with a cruel smile. "Drink it, you filthy whore," he ordered, the stream running down her chin and dripping onto her exposed breasts. Kazuha swallowed, her body shaking with a mixture of humiliation and arousal, her gaze still defiant as Dae-ho laughed, satisfied.

"That's my girl," he said, slapping her lightly across the face.

The air in the mirrored room was heavy, saturated with the smell of sweat, cum, and urine, a visceral mix that enveloped Kazuha like a second skin. Kang Dae-ho, the leader, stepped back after marking her with his hot spurt, his still-hard cock swinging before her as he laughed, his eyes shining with sadistic delight. Kazuha, on her knees, panted, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her body covered in red marks, scratches, and fluids running down her pale skin. Sangwoo, Jin, and Tae's sperm slowly leaked from her ass and pussy, dripping onto the marble floor in a glistening puddle, while the bitter taste of Dae-ho's urine still lingered on her tongue. She trembled, not from weakness, but from an ecstasy that consumed her completely.

"Now, who wants the next round with this insatiable slut?" Dae-ho asked, his sharp voice echoing in the room, an invitation that made the other men stir, their cocks already hardening again despite their fatigue. Takeshi, the Japanese man with the angular face, stepped forward, rubbing his cock with one hand while the other still held a fistful of her black hair. "I want that mouth again," he said, his tone full of cruelty. "Let's see if she can last another round without passing out." Boonsong, the Thai man, chuckled from beside her, already positioning himself behind her. "I'll take that ass again—it's all sticky, perfect for me." 

But before they could move forward, Kazuha looked up, her brown eyes sparkling with a mixture of exhaustion and fire. "Do you think you're done with me?" she whispered, her voice hoarse but firm, a crooked smile curving her swollen lips. "I told you I can take it all—so come on, you sons of bitches. Break me if you can." She opened her mouth provocatively and rocked her hips slightly, the movement making the cum flow faster, an obscene invitation that made the men groan with lust. 

Dae-ho laughed loudly, throwing his head back before grabbing her chin, forcing her to face him. “You’re a perfect whore, Kazuha,” he said, his fingers digging into her skin. “But the show ends when I say it ends.” He turned to the others, his commanding tone cutting through the air. “All at once—let’s fill her until she begs us to stop.” It was the final command, the climax of the night, and the men obeyed like hungry predators.

Takeshi thrust his cock into her mouth again, his hips slamming hard as Boonsong took her ass, sliding easily into her already slippery hole. Jin went back to her pussy, his hands gripping her thighs to spread them even wider, while Tae and Sangwoo took turns rubbing their cocks over her breasts and legs, marking her with more precum and sweat. Kazuha moaned loudly, her sounds muffled by Takeshi's cock, her body rocking between them like a broken doll, but her eyes—those eyes—gleamed with a madness that dared them to go deeper, harder.

The thrusts were an uncoordinated chaos, each man seeking his own pleasure as they used her. Sweat ran down in rivers, mixing with the cum that was already covering the floor, and their moans mingled with her screams, a wild chorus that reverberated in the mirrors. She felt another orgasm approaching, her muscles contracting around Jin and Boonsong, her body shaking as the pleasure tore through her once more. "Fuck, fill me!" she gasped, her words barely intelligible, and the men obeyed. One by one, they came, Takeshi filling her mouth, Boonsong and Jin pulsing inside her, Tae and Sangwoo marking her skin with hot jets that dripped onto her chest and belly.

When the last of them finished, Kazuha collapsed to the floor, her body exhausted, her breathing ragged, the marble floor now a mirror of her destruction—covered in cum, urine, and sweat. Dae-ho came closer, the only one who hadn’t come yet, and knelt beside her. He rubbed his hard cock against her face, smearing her with his pre-cum before standing up and, with one last gesture of dominance, cumming all over her, the hot jets hitting her face and hair. “That’s what you are now,” he said, his voice low and satisfied. “Our perfect toy.”

Kazuha didn’t respond, her eyes closed, her body still except for the slow rise and fall of her chest. The men pulled away, panting, laughing among themselves as they adjusted their clothes, the sound of zippers and belts filling the silence that followed the frenzy. The Celestial Dawn continued its journey through the dark waters, the sound of the waves becoming audible again now that the chaos had ceased.

But then, when Dae-ho turned his back, thinking he had broken her, Kazuha’s eyes opened. A slow, almost imperceptible smile curved her lips. She was exhausted, scarred, used—but not broken. In her mind, a flame burned, a silent promise: she had survived this night, and with every touch, every humiliation, she had learned something about power. They thought they owned her, but she knew she had manipulated them with her desire, weaponizing submission.

The cruise ship would pull into port at dawn, and Kazuha would step off that ship a different person—no longer just an idol, but a force no one could tame. The video they had recorded, hidden in the cameras in the room, would be her insurance, her trump card for the future. They had fucked her to the limit, but she would fuck them back—in the shadows, where the real game began.

[coucouatoi]

now you're in my life... | h.s.

Pairing: Harry Styles X Reader

Warnings: sexual tension, slutshaming, women being viewed as wives and baby makers only (not by Harry), fluff, Harry being a gentleman, implied age gap, smut

A/N: Bridgerton fic incoming!! I'm late to the Bridgerton party but I've finally rewatched it all... also didn't reread a 7th time so if u find any errors, sorry <3

Summary:

Dearest Gentle Readers, remember that a Bridgerton Courting season is never complete without some juicy drama. Here's some tips to stay... out of trouble:

1- Don't attempt to stand out

2- Don't even try to become the Diamond

3- Don't get caught with Londons most sought after bachelor in a compromising position

Good luck readers!

Lady Whistledown

Travel is exhausting. It always is.

Travelling with the end goal being dancing, presenting yourself, being courted and then wed is excruciating.

Your mother, bless her, is more excited than you've ever seen her. The carriage is already quite cramped with you, her and your younger brother squeezed tightly against each other. Her legs bounce constantly, her fan is flapping like she wants it to break in half and the lessons. Oh god, the lessons. A second of silence is too long. You have to be bombarded with rules and tips to make you the perfect debutante this new season.

Your brother, however, is barely spoken to. He is not going to be presented to the ton until a few more years have passed. The conversations seem to bore him. Bore him so much that he has seemingly slept through the entire trip... or at least pretended to.

Your trip to London is quite long. You have taken a boat and ridden so many carriages your behind has most likely become flatter. Today is the last day of travel thankfully. You'll be arriving at your family's English estate soon enough, your father is probably already waiting in the steps most likely impatiently tapping his foot.

He and your mother are still obsessively in love with each other. Married three weeks after courting during their first-ever year as debutants. First child, you, nine months later... after that things slowed down. It took them twelve years to have another child and now, six years later, she's gotten pregnant again. Their grand finale as they keep calling it.

You can only wish that you'll be able to find someone who makes you feel even just a smidge as happy as your parents make each other. That there's someone here, in London, who will make a worthy husband and an even more worthy father.

Your mother's squeal startles you out of your thoughts as you turn into the estate. She must have spotted your father.

The time has come, you must now be the best future bride possible for all the men in the Bridgerton ton to run after.

-

You feel absolutely ridiculous. Who allowed this to be the standard for debutantes?? A feather tucked into your neatly styled hair but not just any kind of feather it's not small or dainty, no. It's tall. Taller than most things in the room. On your tiptoes, you could reach some of the lower ceilings with it. The dress is fine, the gloves are only a little itchy and the shoes are actually quite pretty. But that damn feather...

"Are you sure I can't just accidentally set it on fire?" you grumble to your mother who is your sponsor for your official debut this season.

"That would certainly bring attention to you... I'll entertain the thought" she quips with a small smile.

"I look ridiculous with it! What's the point of looking like an ostrich? Is that what English men find desirable?" you're incredibly confused. This can't possibly be something that attracts suitors...

"The Queen demands it, my dear", she rubs your arm reassuringly, "We don't want to upset her"

You shrug in defeat. Your mother is right, no one would dare go against the queen. Especially when you are to be presented in her court.

The two women in front of you are escorted into the ballroom as their names are called. The doors close as the debutante bows to the Queen.

This is it. You're next. You're going to walk in front of the entire ton as fresh meat. Someone they don't know.

Your father owns an estate here but you've only been to London twice before this. Never enough time to make friends or make any kind of impression. Hopefully, they don't eat you alive.

Your mother fusses over the sleeves of your dress. Then she tugs your gloves up, making them pull uncomfortably at the webbing between each of your fingers. You let her fix anything that she deems askew or not perfect enough. It's the nerves making her twitchy. As the doors open in front of you she pushes the feathers you wear deeper into your up-do.

"Y/N L/N and her mother Lady L/N" Your mother locks your elbow with hers as you walk forward.

The room is littered with people, London's finest and richest gathered to see what fresh meat this courting season brings.

The other debutantes are lined next to each other facing the door, their mothers or older sisters behind them peering over shoulders.

Once your eyes lay on the queen you suck in the breath you were about to take. She sits on her throne like she was born to be on it. Her head held high but her eyes inquisitive. She eyes you up and down, more than once, it makes you stand up straighter. You want her to like you, get her and the rest of the ton curious.

Your mother lets go of you as you get closer to the Queen. The last steps you take are the most nerve-wracking ones you've ever taken. All eyes are on you; men, women, debutantes, the queen's harem, potential prospects.... Everyone.

You bow to her, deeply. Your right leg goes behind your left, you bend your knees and your head tucks down towards your chest. You stay like that, it's only polite to stay low as long as you can but when your foot starts feeling numb you stand back up.

She's in front of you. Eyes locked on your face, she examines it as a smirk forms on her face. The Queen approves of you.

"My diamond, make me proud" She taps your cheek once, twice, thrice before kissing your forehead and nodding her head as she makes her way back to her throne.

What does she mean by Diamond?

-

As soon as you enter the Bridgerton ball with your family you're swarmed. It's as if you're the newly set dessert table.

Potential suitors waving pens in your face begging for a spot on your dance card.

Is this what being the Diamond is all about?

Being chased around like you're nothing more than a cheap prize to these men? That's probably what you are to them...

You fill out two dance spots at random before managing to wiggle your way through the crowd and into the actual festivities.

The ballroom is enchanting, with flowers of every kind scattered all around the room. You feel like you've stepped into an indoor garden, everywhere you look there's at least one blooming plant. It's gorgeous. You want to stay in this room forever.

The dance floor is currently occupied by couples, waltzing around each other, the choreography running through their veins as if they were born knowing them.

It's all so hypnotizing. The dances, music, seeing the ton gossip so proudly, the men trying to woo this season's debutantes and the women batting their lashes waiting for someone to walk up. It's a game, all of it and you love being a witness. Well, a player now...

"They have a buffet!" Your little brother exclaims as he runs through the crown and straight for a table littered with a large array of foods. He's going to be distracted there for at least 2 whole dances. You have the next dance clear for now so you take the time to wander around, head held high as you take everything in. Your mother had fused incessantly over how you should act tonight and over your chosen outfit. It had to be:

- Fit for a diamond (whatever that may be)

- Have flowers, by order of the Queen

- Unique enough to attract attention

- Modest but not prudish

Complicated demands under the time restraints you had but she made it work. Calling upon her best modiste contacts and personally seeing to the design of them. You have to admit she has done quite the selection for you this evening.

Your gown is a light green, sage might it be? There's a thin layer of darker tule over the bottom half and your sleeves, giving it dimension. The area that goes around your bust and upper back is lighter and full of gemstones shaped like different flowers. It looks like the modiste managed to sew an entire bouquet into the fabric. The gloves are sage as well, going past your elbows and trimmed with the same darker tule. Your mother had a spare ribbon of the sage silky fabric saved for your hair. It's styled into the updo, weaving itself perfectly between the colours of your neatly styled hair. Smaller gemstones have also been placed precariously to make sure you shine as bright as any diamond should.

They've done an excellent job at making you look like a walking dream. Tempting, gorgeous and almost unattainable.

The song that is playing is about to end, which means you're about to have your first dance of the evening. You can't even recall with whom you had simply grabbed a random pen and wrote the colour of his jacket. Too many names had been screamed at you for you to decipher which was his. Hopefully, whoever occupies your first spot manages to find you and whisk you away to the dance floor.

As the couples either leave the dance floor or get ready for the next song, you look around somewhat panicked. Is your first slot not even going to find you? That would be slightly humiliating...

"Lady L/N" you turn swiftly toward the voice behind you. "I'm Lord Talag, pleasure to finally make your acquaintance" Lord Talag takes your hand and presses his lips to the back of it. His suit is blue with silver stitching, your very first slot. He leads you to the dance floor and you both take the first positions for the waltz. The violins start first and you're instantly moving.

Arms gracefully twirling over your head as you spin backwards. As you turn you can't focus on Lord Talag but you know he's doing the same thing. When you stop your turns and face your partner, you see that he's fallen. On his ass, on the floor, in front of everyone. The other couples around you stop abruptly to not trip over him.

"My Lord! Are you alright?" you gasp reaching out to help him stand. However, he ignores your attempts to aid him back on his feet and dusts himself off.

"Good evening, Lady L/N," he says and rushes out of the room. He resembles a kitten running to beg their owner for a treat: legs kicking quickly, bum shimming from side to side, a determined expression...

You're left standing in the middle of the dance floor as everyone looks at you with a confused expression. Your own must look quite similar to theirs. Your first dance partner for the evening has walked out on you. All because he fell on his ass. Men, am I right??

Taking a breather after the embarrassing moment Lord Talag put you through is essential. You can't possibly face the ton as they gossip about it. His chances of finding a bride now are squashed, he's the laughingstock of this courting season. Well, for now at least...

The midnight air is crisp. The cold air prickles at your skin causing goosebumps but you enjoy it, your skin had heated up under everyone's stares. There's no wind, no sound (besides the muffled voices inside) and only a slight orange hue glows around you on the balcony. There are some oranges perched around you and over your head. They aren't quite ripe yet but they do look particularly inviting.

You turn to rest your bum against the marble railing, lifting your head towards the sky. The stars are bright. Brighter than you would have imagined to see in the city. They reflect over the artificial pond under you, seemingly dancing on the ripples. It's all so peaceful.

"Don't you think it's a little cold to be out here without a coat?" the deep voice has you jumping out of your skin. You turn around abruptly to see who's sharing the balcony with you.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know someone was already here" you bow politely already stepping towards the door. You're not about to have two incredibly embarrassing moments in one evening. Would the Queen be tempted to take away your 'Diamond' status?

"There's no need to leave!" He rushes towards you, his right arm extended towards the door and body facing you. You back up quickly not wanting to make any accidental contact. You're unchaperoned in a private setting with a man... Please let no one come outside!

"I'm sorry if I startled you. I just realized you were holding onto yourself quite tightly... as if trying to heat up" he adds moving away from you as he stands up straight again. He must have realized how compromising this could seem.

"Oh! No, I'm actually comfortable... I'm just overthinking" you clarify for the mysterious, albeit handsome, man. You don't want him offering his jacket or anything of the sort. That would look even worse.

"Ah, I see. These types of events always bring out the worst in people" he laughs dryly as he shakes his head. It's almost as if he's recalling a specific memory. "I'm Harry, Duke Styles if you want specifics"

DUKE??? Your nighttime patio buddy is a DUKE?? This could not look any worse. You have to leave the secluded area now! Before anyone joins you and screams indecency.

Your panic must not be very well concealed as Har- Duke Styles, gets closer to you again with his hands raised.

"I'm not going to bite you, please don't panic" his hands are waiving slowly in front of your face. He's trying to demonstrate that he means no harm but all it does is make you jump back. Your mother would berate you if she knew what was happening right now. "What's your name?" he asks in a soft tone.

"Um, I'm... I'm Lady L/N" You somehow manage to speak in a slow and stuttering manner but it worked.

"The diamond?!" Oh god. He didn't even know. "How do you have time for a breather? Isn't your dance card full?" he sounds completely shocked.

You shake your head rapidly. It's the only answer you're able to give him before the patio door bursts open as a couple attached at the lips tumbles outside. They walk straight into Lord Styles, making his knees give out and then falling straight into you. His hands grasp your waist and arm seemingly trying to get himself straight up on his feet again. He fails. He keeps falling unfortunately dragging you down with him. His left hand, the one holding your arm, quickly moves to the back of your head before it makes contact with the stone floor. The other at your waist stays there but his grip tightens, you can feel it firmly through your corset.

The couple has separated from one another and they are now looking at you both in shock. They were most likely not expecting anyone outside. They are speaking, well you think so. Their lips and arms move erratically but there's only a high-pitched ringing in your ears.

The hand on the back of your head tilts it away from them, your eyes meet Lord Styles. They are wide, worried, panicked. You're not sure why.

He's talking too but he must be whispering as the ringing is still the only thing you hear. It's getting annoying; you want to know what he's saying to you. It seems important.

Your vision blurs right before it darkens completely. You've passed out not even knowing of the commotion you've caused.

-

Tule, satin, silk, needles, charcoal drawings on the walls, books scattered on various surfaces... Where have you found yourself now? You seem to be in a study of some sort that also serves as a studio. You manage to sit up slowly, the pounding in your head spiking for a second before it settles.

"Mother?" you call out in a weak voice. How did you get here? Or better yet, who put you in here? No one answers your call so, at a snail's pace, you manage to get into a standing position. Your legs are stronger than you thought they would be, aiding you in your quest to figure out where in the Queen's name you are.

As soon as you leave the study your eyes burn because of the bright sunlight streaming in the hallway you now find yourself in. Blinking a few times makes your eyes adjust quicker making you able to tune into your other senses.

You hear mumbling, a few different voices leak out of the room right next to where you had been sleeping. You try to make out what they saying but nothing makes sense in your mind. You can't even hear them enough to confirm if you know any of the voices.

Not even considering that some may think it rude or even improper you open the door and make your way inside.

Lord Styles is the first on his feet; almost seems like a knee-jerk reaction. His posture is tight, and uncomfortable he is standing straight as a ruler as he looks at you with a terrified expression.

"My darling!" your mother rushes to you as fast as she can with her swollen feet and round stomach slowing her usual pace.

She brushes your hair out of your face before embracing you. She holds you tight but carefully as if to not break you.

"How do you feel?" she asks you once she pulls away.

"Fine, I think. My head hurts quite a bit but it's bearable" You smile at her reassuring as your gaze drifts back to the man still statuesque in the middle of the room. You don't find words to say but you do walk towards him. You don't like seeing him this uncomfortable... especially in what seems to be his estate.

"This is yours? The house?" you ask him gently. His eyes meet yours and the tension seems to bleed out a little. He's a bit more at ease seeing that you are polite and cordial with him.

"Yes, we thought it was best to bring you back here... less scandalous" He gestures to your father and he only nods back as an answer.

"Less scandalous?" you look around the room, at the three people surrounding you with different expressions on their faces. Your mother; excited, your father; thoughtful, Lord Style's; embarrassed?

"Why is your estate less scandalous, Lord Styles?" you meet his eyes, hoping to somehow be able to read his mind. Figure out why he's so closed off now. He did seem pretty willing to talk to you on the pat-

The patio. Oh my. The patio!

"Why am I here Father?" your headache spikes when you turn your head rapidly towards him. His expression tells you all

that you need to know. You're now engaged. There's no scandal because you're going to wed Duke Harry Styles.

"An outdoor wedding would be gorgeous this time of year, don't you think so Y/N?" your father smiles at you kindly. He's happy with the man you've managed to "score", even if it isn't a love match like him and your mother.

You only nod at him before looking back at Lord Styles, whom you find to be already looking in your direction. He meets your gaze and bows his head in a polite gesture, welcoming you. Welcoming you in your new home, into your new life as a Duchess.

The wedding is set to happen in 9 days. The first wedding of this year's courting season. Your mother has been on top of everything, she's practically planning the whole thing. You and Lord Styles, your fiancée, let her do it... after all this was a surprise to both of you.

Today you're choosing your wedding dress. The last dress that you'll wear as the incredibly eligible and sought-after diamond. The dress you'll become a bride and then a wife in. You'll become a duchess, Duchess Styles...

"What do you think of this one, dear?" your mother is holding a white gown with delicate baby pink embroidered flowers all over it. You nod approvingly making your way back behind the changing partition as she brings it over to you. It's only the second one you're trying on so your spirits are still high. Madame Delacroix, the modiste, was much too eager to have you wear one of her gowns on your big day. Said it was "Perfect marketing!" and she led you to her newest collection that was apparently straight from France.

You manage to slide it on with no issues and as you're about to ask the modiste for some help with the clasp in the back you hear a voice you don't recognize say your name. You stay quiet hoping to hear what they are saying.

"You haven't read Lady Whistledown yet?! This one is so juicy, she talks about Duke Styles and the Diamond"

"Please tell me you have a copy of it on you! I need to know how that happened"

Are people really this eager to know how you got engaged?

After the first girl presumably pulls out a copy of whatever they were talking about they start reading it aloud.

"But how could I forget to mention the most surprising moment of the courting season yet? London's own most wanted bachelor, Duke Harry Styles, has found a worthy bride. He does shoot for the stars, doesn't he? Or rather in the mines... as the newest Duchess soon joining the ton is Lady L/N, the Diamond.

However, the choice seems to have been made by herself and herself only. Who wouldn't throw themselves at him just to be caught in a compromising position? I certainly would! Her parents must be so proud to have such a stellar whore seductress presented this season.

The hopefully happy couple already share a house, how warm is the Duke's bed? Has Lady Y/N done what so many other noble women have wanted to do?

Congratulations to the happy couple... See you at the wedding!

Yours truly,

Lady Whistledown"

Your blood runs cold, you're frozen in place after hearing what was written about you. You don't even know who these two girls are, who the writer is or where this paper comes from. Is that really what people think of you? That you whored yourself to Duke Styles to secure a wealthy and powerful man? You haven't made a single friend yet and now this is what people are saying about you, how are you meant to live amongst them now?

You quickly undress yourself of the wedding gown and get back into your dress, you somehow manage to clasp it yourself. Before running out of the boutique you hand the dress back to your mother and take a quick look at the girls that were just gossiping.

They are already looking at you with wide eyes and shocked expressions. Well, at least that's what you think their reaction is to seeing you practically trip out of the shop.

You don't hear what your mother calls out to you, too concerned with the humiliation pumping throw your veins. You need to get back to the Dukes manor as soon as you possibly can. You're grateful to have ridden here separately from your mother so you don't have to leave her stranded with no carriage and very pregnant. The ride back feels never-ending... How can you ever face the ton again?

The bath water is almost boiling, perfect to wash away the shame you felt. Your mind is all over the place. Nothing you can come up with will fix this, you're stuck labelled as some desperate whore. Does your betrothed know who this woman is? What those papers are? If anyone and everyone reads what she writes about other people? The lies she creates to make things interesting... You didn't even manage to find a gown you liked for the wedding... You might now not even be able to face the public, would the Queen allow a private wedding for her diamond? Probably not.

"Oh! I'm sorry I didn't know you were back" For the second time today your blood runs cold. The scorching hot water feels icy against your skin as you look up to meet Duke Styles's gaze.

He is also stuck where he is. His feet seemingly glued to the floor, one hand holding the door handle and the other stopped halfway done unbuttoning his shirt. His eyes leave your face and trail down your nude body under the water. No man has ever looked at these parts of you, he isn't supposed to see them until your wedding night.

He swallows when his gaze snaps back to yours, probably just registering what he was doing.

"I'll let you bathe, sorry for interrupting" he turns around quickly but before he can close the door you call out to him.

"Who's Lady Whistledown?" your voice cracks halfway, desperate to get an answer that no worker has answered. Not the chariot driver, not the gardener, not even the maids that helped prepare the bath everyone avoided your question. "Why did she write about me, my lord? About us?"

He takes a few seconds to walk back into the room but eventually comes in and shuts the door.

He sees there is a small stool in the corner of the room, the maid has used it to undo your hairdo when you got in the bath. He grabs it and places it next to the tub, close to where your face is. He sits facing you with one of his arms resting on the edge, trying to look nonchalant.

"Call me Harry, no need for formalities between us" is the first thing he says, you nod as your answer.

Before speaking again he takes in a deep breath and wipes down his face, looking for a way to explain this.

"You read it?" your voice is meek, he saw that she called you a whore. He read that you threw yourself at him to trap him.

"I did. Only because the men at the club told me to" he answers honestly. "I told them that what she wrote was wrong. That yes our marriage was unexpected but not an entrapment"

"Did they believe you?"

"Yes, after I told that I am very satisfied with my future wife. How lucky I am to have such a gorgeous lady share my house, such a smart lady in my life. They wouldn't dare question me or us" his words shock you. You didn't know if he was satisfied with you or your engagement. There hadn't been a conversation about it but you're happy to hear he doesn't resent you.

Harry seems to read your mind and tuck a lock of hair behind your ear, he lets his hand fall to your shoulder after.

"She called me a whore, a seductress. I've never even let a suitor hug me... Much less seduced one" his eyes bore into you. They are enchanting and so inviting. You want him to look at you this way always like you're the only thing he could ever look at so attentively.

"That's what she does... Last season she almost destroyed Lady Eloise Bridgerton... You haven't met her yet but she didn't leave her manor for the rest of the season" his hand is rubbing from shoulder to shoulder, pinky finger grazing the very top of your breasts at each movement. You don't move or break the eye contact it feels good.

"The ton eats her words up but don't waste time thinking about what she thinks, she is a coward saying all of this nonsense anonymously" he shakes his head disapprovingly.

"So there is no Lady Whistledown in the ton? Is it an alias?" your questions stays unanswered but it is obvious that is what he was saying. No one knows who she is or rather who they are.

Harry's hand has travelled lower without you even noticing he's gone past the water and travels from your chest to your stomach. It seems casual and natural like you've done this a million times before.

Silence stretches as you take in the small amount of information about this person who spreads false claims about you and the man currently exploring your body.

He is now going up and down your legs switching legs once in a while. You don't know what he's doing or why he's doing it but it feels so intimate... so good that you don't stop him, you don't want him to.

You will bear his heirs and pleasure him when he wants you to but what he is doing now seems to actually pleasure you. His fingers graze your core and you gasp as the sensation takes you by surprise. This breaks the trance he had been in as he rips his hand away from your body and out of the water then out of the room before you can even get a single word out.

You finished your bath shortly after with your skin still tingling from where Harry had touched you. The ghost of his fingertips exploring places no one has touched not even yourself. You wanted to see how far he'd go, what he would do to you, how he would keep exploring your naked body. Seeking him out feels desperate but you have to know how far he was willing to take you. Was he just as affected by the intimacy? You knock at his chamber door softly praying that he doesn't reject you. "Come in" you hear him speak through the thick wooden door.

You quickly smooth out your sleeping gown before making your way into his chambers. This is the first time you've been in them, the amount of fabric, mannequins and art around the room surprises you. You had previously seen his work room where he designs and creates many different clothes but you had no idea he had more where he rests. You find Lord Styles lying on his large bed with one arm covering his eyes. He hasn't realized that's it you that's walked in yet so you take some time to look over his designs. You see some suits, daywear, and gowns of all kinds but then you stumble upon one that is called "My Bride". You pull it out from under some other sketches. The gown he's drawn is breathtaking, tight bodice detailed with what you think must be lace and gemstones, there's many layers of lace going downwards towards the bottom of the dress giving the impression of a flower that has not yet bloomed. He's added a simple shawl to the sketch which just adds to the elegance of the look.

"Would you make this dress for me?" your voice is loud in the otherwise quiet room. Harry startles on the bed, clearly not expecting you, sitting up quickly. He holds your gaze for a few seconds before looking at the paper you are holding.

"I can, if you want me to make it for you I will" he nods looking back up, studying your face.

"I'd like that" you smile "I'm much too ashamed to go back to the modistes anyway..." you put the drawing back down on his desk. At this point, you are only pretending to be looking around his space. Your goal is to make your way to his bed... try to get him to touch you again.

"There's no need for you to be ashamed. They should be ashamed, the ton is over-critical of newcomers" he leans back on his hands the now completely unbuttoned shirt falls off of his torso, revealing it.

"I suppose so... it's still disheartening to think that people think like that about me" you sigh walking towards him again. His eyes don't leave you he seems to be analyzing you, your actions, your body, everything.

"What can I do to make you feel better?" he tilts his head in thought, "Threaten anyone who looks at you wrongly? Find this Lady Whistledown and burn her out of existence?"

"You..." Okay, deep breaths, this is when you'll make your move, "You can touch me again... Keep doing what you were doing?" the pitch of your voice is much higher than usual as you finish your suggestion. You avoid meeting his gaze, too embarrassed to look at his reaction.

What you hear isn't an answer but the sound of him moving on his bed, towards you? God, you hope so. You still don't totally understand what his touch made you feel or why it has you craving for more. You don't even really know what "more" means.

"I wouldn't want to ruin you as some say" he guides your head towards him, forcing you to meet his eyes, so intense and inviting.

"Well, they already think you have... I just want you to make me feel good" You don't back down keep your eyes on his.

"Have you ever made yourself feel good?" Harry's voice is deeper than you've ever heard, it sends a shiver down your spine.

You shake your head as an answer, the ability to speak lost when he placed his hands on your hips. He tugs you forward, bringing you so much closer to him it makes you flush. He hums in understanding, still debating if he should do this or not... but the look on your face, the curiosity and the neediness makes his decision very easy.

He gently pulls you to lay down on his luxurious bed, the silky sheets and soft mattress feel glorious. You could stay in his bed all day long.

"Don't you resent me? I cut your first courting season quite short" he gently pecks your cheek before gliding across your lips to do the same to the other. You unconsciously follow his lips trying to have them meet yours again, you're already in a mental fog of pleasure and he's barely touched you.

"Can't answer, doll? Mh... don't worry I'll make you feel good" That's when he kisses you. Properly.

You let him take complete control as you've never kissed anyone. You don't want to make it unenjoyable for him or yourself so you follow his lead. His hands slowly bunch your nightgown up revealing more and more skin, skin that he is now seeing for the second time. He separates from your lips to look down at you, to admire your figure. Goosebumps spread all over as he delicately rubs his hands up and down your thighs spreading them apart adding him in lying down between them.

His face is inches away from your most private parts. Parts that have never been seen by anyone but your aids when getting dressed or cleaned. To aid him you didn't put any underclothing on, hoping he would accept your request. So, he's staring directly at you, making you flush from embarrassment.

"You want me to do this, gorgeous, you're sure?" your eyes meet his. His expression is unreadable, you've never had someone look at you like that. Like he wants to eat you whole.

"Please Duke Styles" you answer in a soft voice, he smirks at your answer and immediately gets to work.

What you're feeling is something completely new, foreign, unbelievably good; The curl of your toes as his mouth meets the skin you've never even explored yourself, the arch your body does and the loud gasp that slips past your lips. Who knew you could feel this way? Why did no one tell you that you could feel so unbelievably good?

Your hands grab onto the edges of the pillow you're lying on and you try to meet his gaze or maybe just to see what he's doing looks like.

Harry's eyes are already on you, your gazes meet easily, his pupils are dilated and his brows furrowed. He's so concentrated...

His tongue circles your clit sucking at it before letting his free hand join. His middle finger teases your entrance, not wanting to take your purity, he'll be somewhat of a gentleman and keep that for the wedding night.

"Ah! Harry" you moan desperately, desperate for something you don't even know, begging for him to keep going. You have an urge to shut your legs together but Harry's pushes onto your left one, keeping it pinned to the mattress.

The hand that was teasing your hole slowly goes up your nightgown, touching your skin delicately as he works his way up to grab your breast. His hand is warm on your chest, grabbing and massaging the skin he reaches.

He uses your slight distraction to prod his tongue inside of you exploring the few inches he's able to reach. Maybe exploring your inside isn't so bad... You'll be married no matter what happens...

His hand leaves your chest and makes its way back down, circling your bud. He can feel how close you are so he zeroes in. Lost in your pleasure and on his quest to make you feel good. Make you forget about the judgement the ton regards you with. He pinches your clit making your body lock up and your breath hitch but Harry doesn't stop. He keeps going until your whole body is spasming against his mattress until you're unable to make a sound with your mouth agape in pleasure.

You don't feel anything besides the tingling going from the tip of your fingers to the tip of your toes and the ends of your hair. Your heartbeat slowly stops being so erratic and your breathing calms down. As you start wondering where Harry has gone you feel a damp cloth rubbing against your intimates. You shiver at the feeling, obviously still sensitive, flinching when he gets close to your sensitive bud.

"How do you feel, my lady?" Harry's voice is soft and tender. Probably trying to preserve the warm atmosphere around both of you.

You hum positively as an answer, words lost as you meet his intense gaze.

"Cats got your tongue?" his tone is teasing. He throws the cloth away and joins you on the bed. You shake your head with a smile.

"I'm lost in thought" is the first thing you say to him, "I will be for a while after that" you sigh dreamily as you get comfortable in his sheets.

"Mh, maybe we should rush the wedding, get the Queens blessing for her diamond to wed in a rush... you won't speak a week after what I'll do to you" You just might have to march into the royal palace first thing in the morning.

[roc-haze]

Mate!! I’ve just realised you’re an Aussie??!!!! Please throw the Australians a bone and do some sort of WillNE x Aussie reader moment 🙏🏼🙏🏼

I’m afraid I may turn this into a series… it is largely based in Perth/Melbs/Tas since these are the areas I know well. My apologies for the rest of Aus erasure xx

I Was Neon | WillNE

Y/N wasn’t sure how she had ended up here. The Sidemen had finally organised a trip to Australia, reaching out to a few different content creators for some help in creating the ultimate down under experience. To make up for JJ’s absence and complete the crew, they’d invited along Freezy, Lux and Will.

She had received a message from Lachlan, a friend of the Sidemen and a Red Bull athlete. Y/N had been working in the sport space for a while, eventually settling working in the Australian Football League. She and Lachlan had met a few years back, when she had helped him grab tickets to an AFL game at the Melbourne Cricket Ground. Y/N had since moved across the country, finding a home in Perth.

The text came in late.

Lachlan: SOS. Sidemen are coming to Australia. I’m bringing them to Perth.

Y/N: And you’re telling me, why?

Lachlan: I need some help entertaining them

Lachlan: …maybe even some free tickets. I saw that the Eagles are playing Collingwood 😮‍💨

Y/N: Alright. Call me tomorrow and we’ll figure something out 😴

Not even four weeks later, Y/N found herself somehow swinging some annual leave and promising to work remotely. Lachie had organised the trip to start in her home state of Western Australia, before trekking across the country to Melbourne, Sydney and Tasmania. Overall, they were squeezing a plethora of activities into just two weeks of travel and Y/N could only be present for about 9 days of the 15 days of travel.

Now here she was. Standing in the arrivals gate of Perth Airport at 11pm on a Wednesday, decked out in an oversized hoodie, leggings and birks. Pimple cream and glasses included. She’d sent a very threatening “don’t you dare film me” text to Lachlan and hoped for the best.

She was standing by baggage claim when a voice boomed, “there’s our girl!”. Lachie came running up to her, wrapping her up in a hug. The group looked exhausted, which mirrored her own face. One by one, the boys all embraced her and introduced themselves. They had strategically chosen a hotel across the road from her apartment, making it easy for them all to meet up. Only problem - the hotel was booked out, meaning two of the boys had to bunk at Y/N’s. The obvious first choice being Lachie.

Upon deciding who would be driving the rental cars, Lachie and Y/N stood around speaking quietly. “I think we should take either Will or Lux with us. They’re both super chill, you’d feel safe with them in your apartment and they’re both gonna be doing work in their downtime like you.”

Y/N quirked her eyebrow. “Which one do you think is the biggest coffee drinker?”.

Lachie laughed. “Will. Guess he’s coming home with us.”

30 minutes later, they were all situated in their respective hotel rooms and spare rooms.

Y/N had given Will a tour of the apartment, showing him his living quarters for the next three nights and most importantly, where to find the coffee machine. The three of them had settled on the couch, cup of tea in hand, debriefing about their day.

“I really appreciate you adopting me for the weekend, Y/N. Gets me away from their antics anyway.” Will laughed softly.

She smiled. “You don’t get FOMO?”.

“Not on a trip like this. 15 days is a long time. I think the place that actually feels homey is a better shout.” She noticed the way his lip upturned as he spoke.

The room fell into a comfortable silence. “Alright my friends, I think I’ll be heading to bed. Some of us have to work tomorrow.” Y/N got up to turn the majority of the lights off, leaving just the ambience lights on. “Goodnight.”

—

For Y/N, Thursday was controlled chaos. Game day.

The morning was a little more peaceful than it usually was. Lachie had a sinking feeling the day was going to be feral, and managed to beat her to the coffee machine. She’d left the apartment with a keep cup full of coffee, a stale protein bar the boys had found buried in the pantry and a newfound sense of “thank fuck I’m on annual leave tomorrow”.

She was working the footy game scheduled later that night, and with a packed schedule, she had organised for the boys to do a tour of Optus Stadium. Not having the time or energy to plan their entire Western Australia leg, she just let them run loose around her work. Her calendar affectionately titled “Bring The Sidemen To Work Day”. I’ll stop in and say hello on my lunch break. Check in on the kids.

It was about 1pm when she found them all sitting in the grandstands. With a meal prep container in hand and ID badge pinned to her trousers, she made her way over to sit with them. The guide, Angus, immediately took the piss out of her.

“You here for an audit?” He teased.

“If I was, you’d be out of a job.” She winked, taking a seat next to Freezy on the end of the row. Will sat on his other side, meeting her eyes. “Hey roomie.” She grinned.

“Hey Y/N. Brilliant coffee this morning. Kinda like I’ve ingested rocket fuel though.” He smiled.

“I told you Australian roasters are incredible. You won’t be able to go back now.” Her face lit up.

Freezy looked between the two of them. “I think I’m gonna need to move in with you. All I got this morning was the leftover filter that Ethan didn’t want.”

As if sensing Cal was talking shit, Ethan lifted his head up. “Shut up, you prat.”

The three of them stifled a laugh.

Although Y/N was joking around with them all and appeared to be rather casual, the boys couldn’t help but sense that she commanded the room. She walked with purpose, Gus treated her as though he admired her. She appeared to be trustworthy, well respected and invested in her colleagues - but didn’t seem to let others invest in her.

As Gus took them through the tour, he would stop and ask for Y/N’s input. “Would you be a West Coast supporter if you didn’t work for them?”.

She would flush red. “I think I may have ended up a Collingwood girl. My family are all North Melbourne supporters but I can’t stomach the heartache.”

After a brief discussion about team rivalry, Y/N shifted in her seat, checking the time.

Will reached behind Freezy’s back, squeezing her shoulder. “Time to head back?“.

“Yeah. The team’s getting ready to debrief before the game later.” She rose from her seat.

“See you later, roomie.” He winked as she made her way out of the row.

Gus smirked. “Back to slacking off?”.

“About to go finalise your termination.” She stuck her tongue out at him, making her way down the stairs and disappearing into the offices below.

“At least give me a payout!” Gus yelled out.

“Keep dreaming!” The stairwell echoed behind her.

Cal didn’t miss the way Will’s eyes lingered.

Josh turned to Gus. “Can you please tell us what she does for a living? Lachie won’t tell us.”

Lachie laughed. “It’s not that I won’t tell you… she just wears a lot of hats.”

“Look, I’d probably just say she works in media. She’s super important to the club.” Gus said offhandedly.

Harry quirked an eyebrow, laughing. “Important enough to get you fired?”.

It was about 11pm when she finally let loose.

West Coast had won the game, Lachie had convinced her she desperately needed a McFlurry and she’d finally let her hair out of the bun she’d haphazardly scrunched together during a precarious third quarter.

The Sidemen had succumbed to their jet lag, taking the train back home. The other two had gotten word of a sneaky trip to Maccas and stayed back to help clean up the stadium.

Lachie was in the front seat, Y/N at the wheel with Will, Freezy and Lux occupying the backseat. The speakers loudly played “You Get What You Give”, with all of the car windows wound right down. Lachie and Lux held their hands out the window, running their fingers through the breeze.

“You’ve got the music in you.. don’t let go” the group sang in unison.

Lachie looked to Y/N, a glint in his eye. “You’re much happier now.”

She didn’t say anything, but her subtle nod said it all.

10 minutes later, they found themselves in the entryway of her apartment complex.

“Are you guys okay to get home?” Y/N looked to both Cals.

Lux nodded softly. “Of course.” He hesitated. “Hey, thanks. I think we all had a lot of fun today. It was really cool of you to organise it for us.”

A grin tugged at her lip. “Anytime. I’m just glad we won. It doesn’t happen often.” She was met with a resounding laugh from Lachie.

Hugs are exchanged before the two boys make their way across the road to their apartment. As Y/N and her two newfound roommates made their way into her apartment and locked the door, she bid her farewells. “Some of us had to be up early and at work today, so I’m gonna head to bed.”

“Sleep well.” Lachie reached out and pulled her into a hug, placing a kiss on her temple.

“Night Will.” She squeezed his shoulder as she walked past.

“Goodnight roomie.”

Her bedroom door closed shut.

As though it were his own home, Will moved to the tea cupboard she’d shown him the previous night. Lachie opened a drawer and found her secret biscuit stash, leading the two of them out to balcony with steaming cups of tea in hand.

Looking out over the city landscape, Will hesitated to speak.

Lachie sensed it. “Spit it out.”

“I don’t want to overstep, but what did you mean in the car? When you said she’s happier now?”. Will tried to appear casual, pushing the sleeves of his jumper back.

“She’s had a shit time of it the last few months. Shitty boyfriend doing shit things. She still protects him, I think.” Lachie didn’t try to hide the displeasure etching across his features.

“To herself or everybody else?” Will asked timidly.

“I think both. She says it kinda feels like they’re in a weird gray zone - like neither person is right or wrong, but if you ask me - he’s a wanker.” Lachlan frustratedly brought his bottom lip between his teeth, chewing on it.

Will let out a breath. “I don’t know much, but I think you’d have to be a wanker to let her go.”

“Seems like she’s made an impression.”

“A good one.”

An hour later, when Will finally said goodnight, he couldn’t help but linger in the doorway.

There she was, in the rattiest old shirt and knocked about by uneven sleep, trying not to nod off as she refilled her water bottle.

Making his way to the kitchen, he gently rest one hand on her back to softly grab her attention before taking the bottle out of her hands. Their hands lightly brushed as he took the ice out of the freezer.

She stood puzzled, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. “How… how do you know I put ice in that thing?”.

He chuckled. “I saw you doing the same thing this morning.”

Will had gotten the impression he saw only what she wanted him to see. Y/N would crack jokes and laugh at his own, she was ever the gracious host, but she wasn’t letting her guard down anytime soon. Granted, she had been booked and busy in their brief 24 hour friendship. Acquaintance-ship if that were ever a thing.

She paused. “Sweet of you to notice.”

“Go back to bed, sleeping beauty. Want me to tuck you back in and give you a big kiss goodnight?” He teased.

Laughing softly, she jabbed him in the arm. “Geez, take a girl to dinner first.” Smirk on her face, she gestured to her cheek. “Lay one on me.”

Will leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on her cheek. “Looks like you’re still a frog.”

She pushed him teasingly. “Guess I better call Lux and tell him my spare room is back up for sale.”

They both laughed to themselves as they shut their respective bedroom doors.

—

Will woke to the sound of Y/N rushing around the kitchen.

Cracking the door open, he stuck his head out.

She spotted him. “Good morning, princess.”

He groaned. “This is what I get for calling you a frog. Where are you off to in a hurry?”.

“Coffee. Would you like anything?”. She stood in front of him, keys and phone in hand.

“Yeah. Can I come with?” He pulled the drawstrings of his hoodie.

She smiled. “Of course. Can you be super quick getting ready though? We’ve gotta get prime real estate on the water.”

Within 5 minutes, Will had changed, thrown a hat on, sunscreened it up and brushed his teeth. Now here he was, walking along the water at 7:30AM with a pretty girl.

After collecting their respective beverages at the coffee kiosk, Y/N led Will to a park bench.

For the next hour, they couldn’t stop yapping.

I’m not an avocado fan.

Do you think the Royal Family were responsible for Diana’s death?

What was YouTube like before AdSense?

I don’t understand how the AFL works. Do you do football fantasy?

The McLaren looks fucking competitive this year.

I like a chilled red wine but nothing warm. Gross.

There was a lull in the conversation. A comfortable silence.

Will looked to her. “You know… Lachlan warned us about you.”

She smirked. “Yeah? What did he say?”.

“He’s under the impression that at least one of the boys will end up falling in love with you.” He laughed.

“I think you might be at an unfair advantage there.” She took a sip of her drink.

“How so?” He quirked an eyebrow. “Because I’m staying with you?”.

“Exactly.”

“Does that not make it harder? I caught you absolutely shoveling overnight oats before you went to work yesterday.” Genuinely curious, he turned to face her.

She was quick to speak. “No. I think it’s intimate in a way. You’re seeing the unfiltered version of me.”

He nodded. “I get the feeling you’re a little guarded.”

“Oh, for sure. Especially with all of you guys around Lachlan. I feel kinda protective over him at the moment.” She turned to face him too.

“Why do you feel protective over him?” Will questioned.

“The tricky part about living in Australia is that you’re removed from the rest of the world. I think he feels like he’s left out when he’s home. Like there’s almost no solidarity.” She spoke clearly.

“It’s not the same but I know the feeling. Sometimes it feels like everyone gets swept up in their own excitement and you get left behind easily.” He spoke quietly, Y/N murmuring in response. “What would you have me do?”.

She hesitated. “I think you guys need to lean on each other a little more. Like it is so important that you have a support system outside of your YouTube friends. But the reality is, there are so few people in the world who can relate to the pressure that you’re under.”

“I know.” He mumbled. “I know that feeling all too well.”

“I just worry that Lachlan’s not got anyone in his corner. Perks of being internationally challenged.” She stared at the morning sky ahead.

He nodded.

He understood.

—

A/N: Here we go! This seems to have the potential for a few more parts, but it might be a bit niche for those from other parts of the world. Would you still be interested in reading more? Feel free to share your thoughts!

As I mentioned, I’ve been off for a little while but I am back baby! Let me know what you’d like to read.

Lots o love,

Roc xx ✨

Also ngl this is heavily inspired by my friend @octaneink who mentioned the idea of the Sidemen coming to Aus in passing. Have turned it into a whole fic oops.

[strawberry-bubblef]

How about Rook and his date MC going to see a play put on by RSA but the play turns out to be pretty bad.

Please and thank you!

Seeing a bad RSA play with Rook

Rook Hunt was a man of refined taste.

He found beauty in all things,the elegance of a well-crafted poem, the tension of a duel fought with perfect form, the raw emotion in an actor’s final monologue. Theatre was a treasure to him, a celebration of the human experience in its most dramatic form.

So when he invited you on a date to see a play at Royal Sword Academy, you had assumed it would be… well, good.

You were so wrong.

From the moment the curtain lifted, you knew something was off.

The costumes were well-made, and the set design was decent, but the actors— oh, the actors.

The lead stumbled over their lines. The supporting cast looked painfully stiff, like they were reading directly from cue cards. One poor extra was so nervous that they nearly ran offstage in the middle of a scene.

And the dialogue?

It was as if someone had dumped Shakespeare, a romance novel, and an ancient prophecy into a blender and decided, Yes. This is perfect.

You tried,really tried,to keep a neutral face.

But then, disaster struck.

The hero was meant to deliver a dramatic confession of love, eyes filled with longing, voice trembling with emotion.

Instead, he took a deep breath and declared:

"Oh, my dearest Ethan—"

Silence.

You could practically hear the audience holding their breath.

One problem.

The male lead’s name wasn’t Ethan.

It was Daniel.

And judging by the way Daniel’s eyes widened in horror, it was clear that was not part of the script.

You choked on a laugh.

Rook, beside you, remained perfectly composed, his eyes glittering with amusement. He turned his head ever so slightly and whispered, “Ah, ma chère colombe, you are enchanted, n’est-ce pas?”

You shot him a look. “This is terrible.”

His lips twitched. “Terrible? Non, non, non! It is an experience! A rare, fleeting moment of imperfect beauty!”

You gawked at him. “Rook. The main character just got their love interest’s name wrong.”

“Ah, but is that not a charming display of human fallibility?”

“She called him Ethan.”

“Oui.”

“And then he called her by the wrong name too.”

“Truly, a match made in destiny,” he whispered, clearly enjoying himself far more than he should have.

You groaned, sinking into your seat. The play only got worse from there.

At one point, a prop sword broke mid-duel, and the actors had to pretend they were still fighting, awkwardly waving broken hilts at each other. One of the background characters forgot their cue and ran onto the stage three scenes too early, only to freeze like a deer in headlights before slowly backing away.

And the absolute peak of the disaster?

The dramatic final act,where the villain was supposed to tragically perish in battle was completely ruined when one of the stagehands tripped over a wire and accidentally pulled the curtains too soon, cutting the scene mid-monologue.

The audience sat in stunned silence.

And beside you?

Rook Hunt was grinning like he had just witnessed art in its purest form.

As soon as the final curtain fell, the actors rushed offstage so fast you were sure they wanted to erase the entire performance from existence.

You turned to Rook, ready to drag him for making you sit through this, but before you could say anything, he took your hand and kissed your knuckles.

“Ma chérie, I must thank you.” His eyes sparkled with delight. “Never have I been so entertained,not just by the play, but by the radiance of your reactions! Watching your expressions shift from hope to horror has been a masterpiece in itself!”

You gave him a long, exhausted look. “You enjoyed watching me suffer, didn’t you?”

“But of course! C’est l’amour, non?”

You groaned, but your lips twitched despite yourself. “You owe me for this, Hunt.”

His eyes gleamed. “Ah, a challenge! Then I shall make it up to you with the most exquisite dessert you have ever tasted!”

“…Fine. But I swear, if you ever bring me to something this bad again—”

“Ah, ah! Mon trésor, a theatre date is only as enjoyable as the company you keep.” His smile turned playful. “And you, ma chérie, make even a disaster feel like a dream.”

You rolled your eyes. Hopeless. Absolutely hopeless.

But you still took his hand as he led you toward a café for dessert, already wondering what other questionable adventures he had planned for your next date.

English is not my first language !

[a-hazbin-reader]

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: Angst, Alastor being a dick, Alastor playing with Y/N's emotions, Vox being the second male lead in my K-Drama, Vox X Reader

Description: Alastor courts the reader just to fuck with Vox

Alastor and Vox haven't gotten along for a long time, especially now that Alastor has taken a liking to messing with Vox

Vox messes with Alastor just a smidgen, and Alastor brings down the thunder just to put him back in his place

Alastor is always looking for a new opportunity to mess with Vox, he's been getting bored of simply publicly humiliating him

You've come to learn this from your time together at the hotel, seeing how much of a menace Alastor is with your own eyes

He thinks it's entertaining and sure it can be funny at times, especially when Alastor is clearly trying to get your attention/reaction out of you

Whether you two get along well, sorta get along, or don't like each other at all, Alastor seems to like your attention in particular

Not that you think he means anything more by it, you'd never think Alastor felt anything more for you than mild amusement

You've never really added fuel to the fire though, in fact you've been keeping a big secret from Alastor in an effort to spare Vox

Vox has been romantically interested in you for some time, sending you messages, buying you gifts, trying to get you to go on a date with him

It was flattering to be honest but also a little bit annoying because the most emotion you could muster up towards him was a mild fondness

These things that were becoming increasingly difficult to hide from Alastor but so far you've managed

Alastor was just about ready to resign himself to leaving Vox alone for a while when he suddenly sees you and Vox together, the tv demon holding out a box

"Y/N, honey, baby..! Just take the gift! I insist!"

You reluctantly take the box, an exasperated expression on your face as you try not to look at him. For some reason, the sight doesn't sit right with Alastor

"A new phone? I really can't accept this-"

"Nonsense! This way I can always know where you-Y-YOU can always get ahold of me if you need me! Trust me, babe! You want my protection down here!"

You and Vox continue to talk, Vox guiding you down the street while flirtatiously talking your ear off

Watching the two of you interact gives Alastor a terrible idea but also makes his guts churn in an uncomfortable way

But it gives him a new way to mess with Vox, and he already knows how to put his plan into motion

The next time you see Alastor suddenly he's worse than ever before, always following you around, always offering to help you, always just staring at you

There was the time he helped you carry some groceries into the hotel, taking the heaviest for himself and bringing everything in one impressive trip

Or the time you caught him gazing at you from across the room with a menacing, calculating smile like he was planning something

One time you two even went out to dinner, ate delicious food, laughed for hours, then he danced with you for the rest of the night

Another time, he spent his whole morning serenading you until you came out of your home, blushing and flustered but taking the flowers he had for you

Or when the two of you were suddenly attacked and he protected you, making a show of not even taking his eyes off of you and fussing over you afterwards as if you were precious

Your cheek tingled where his claws brushed against it for days afterward

You two have been out in public together so much now that people are starting to gossip, thinking you've captured Alastor's heart

You know that's not true but it doesn't help when Alastor is taking you out to nice places to eat or buying you nice things just because you glance at them

It's rather sweet, you can't help but enjoy his attention but he only acts that way with you out in public. In private, it's as if he's repulsed by his actions

Pushing away from you and creating distance, locking himself up in his radio tower and practically ignoring you. You're completely vexed

You don't know what prompted this sudden change until you're with Alastor at the tailor and you two run into Vox

The normal friendliness you've become accustomed to from Alastor suddenly turned up to 11, Alastor wrapping an arm around you as you two approached Vox

You couldn't help but notice the way Alastor's smile got bigger at the sight of Vox faltering in his steps as he takes in the sight of you two

"Vox~! Fancy seeing you here! Come to fix those drab clothes of yours?"

Vox's eyes dart between you and Alastor, then the arm around you and back to you again. Somehow you feel like a worm on a hook stuck between the two overlords

"Actually, I saw Y/N and thought I might come by and say hello."

You open your mouth to speak, but already Alastor is turning you away from him, waving back to Vox lazily

"Well, you've said your hello so now we must be off! See you around, old pal! Darling! Come along~"

In front of everyone he pulls your face towards his own, the angle making it look like you two are kissing.

Instead, he looks into your eyes, lips barely touching as he makes a pleased sound, Vox's screen glitching angrily and your knees going weak

He holds you close to his side all the way back to the hotel but the moment the door closed behind you two then suddenly his warmth is gone and he's wiping imaginary dirt off himself

"Alastor, what was all that abo-"

"Sorry my dear! I really must get to work! Let's do this again!"

You don't see the panicked expression on his face as he locks himself away, don't get a chance to feel how fast his heart his beating

He's played this game too long and now he's worried that he's falling for you but can never admit it. He can only play along then distance himself from you

And you're left annoyed and admittedly a little bit hurt

Those feelings only get worse the more you two run into Vox, which suspiciously seems to happen more often and always when you're with Alastor

It's always the same routine, Alastor flaunts you in front of Vox, acting affectionate and sweet with you, then giving you the cold shoulder once he's gone

All the warm happiness you used to feel at having Alastor's attention has faded away into hurt and annoyance now that you know he's using you to get to Vox

You start to pull away from Alastor, making an effort to go out places without him, reject his gifts, and avoid physical touch from him

People start to whisper that you two broke up as weeks go by, and nothing changes

Alastor is surprised by how much he misses being able to do those things with you, and even more surprised by the realization

He's constantly trying to get your attention again, trying to make you smile and laugh, maybe even lean on him like you had before

And if he walks into a room to see you smiling and chatting away with someone? It irks him to see your smile melt away at the sight of him and how closed off you become

It physically pains him to watch you leave a room whenever he enters, his smile going tight when you ignore him

"Y/N! I was hoping you and I could-"

"I'm busy."

He misses you and it shows now, everyone at the hotel can tell that he's fallen for you at this point but they all know better than to say anything

Except for maybe Charlie but she's struggling to even mention Alastor's name around you before you try to run away from her

It's Angel who actually breaks through to you, sitting down beside you casually before just blurting it out

"So what the hell happened between you and freaky face, doll? One minute, you two are red hot, and the next, you're colder than ice!"

You're so caught off good guard by Angel's bluntness that you don't hear Alastor coming or notice him pull himself back around the corner to listen

You sigh and lean on Angel, a sour look coming over your face that you hide in his chest fur

"I just...I thought he really felt something but he was only using me to bother Vox... It wasn't genuine and I thought it was."

Alastor feels his black heart clench at how sad you sound and he feels guilty for making you feel that way. He feels even worse because you were right, it did START that way

Alastor hears Angel coo at you and peeks out to see the spider tilting your face up and petting you

"Yeah, that was a dick move on his part, but that doesn't explain why he's so moody now without you."

You let out a scoff that may or may not be unlike you and sit up, crossing your arms unhappily

"He's just upset that I won't play his game anymore."

Alastor shakes his head from his hiding spot, wanting to tell you that you're wrong and he misses you, that he wants to apologize for how he's been

That he wants to start over and take you on real dates, hold you again, show you off to everyone because you're his

But for once his voice fails him, and his body won't move, too ashamed of himself and too stubborn to admit the truth

Angel doesn't say anything more and instead changes the subject, the two of you pushing the uncomfortable atmosphere aside

Alastor grips his staff tightly and continues to his radio tower, knowing that eventually he'll need to talk with you

He can hardly stand to know that you think that he never felt anything for you when that's so far from the truth

Alastor just needs to find a way to get you to talk to him again so he can explain

And hopefully you'll at the very least forgive him

What he isn't factoring into the equation is Vox though, Vox who still hasn't given up on you and has been paying very close attention to you and Alastor these last few weeks

Now that you seem to hate Alastor just as much as he does, surely you'll leave that hotel and come join VoxTek like he's been begging you to do now

And maybe you'll take him up on his date

Is this enough ANGST FOR Y'ALL?!?!?!

Part Two:

[astrosky33]

HOW YOU CAN GAIN WEALTH

THE 11TH HOUSE AND FINANCIAL GAINS

The 11th house in astrology is known for representing friends, socialization, technology, hopes/wishes, etc. However, a lot of people don’t know it also represents material gains (which includes financial gains)

The 10th house represents your career and the 2nd house represents money, so using Derivative Astrology you count 2 houses including 10 (10,11) meaning the 11th house gives insight on money made from your career

This is an underrated placement to check for your long term career to see which career path you should go down in order to make the most money. I discuss this in my readings

ARIES 11H: You can benefit the most financially from careers where you motivate others or ones that motivate you. You would struggle financially in careers you weren’t passionate about. Careers involving courage, athletics, physical fighting/aggression, tattoos, war, heat/fire, confidence, energy, enthusiasm, and/or lust would suit you best (Example- personal trainer)

TAURUS 11H: You can benefit the most financially from careers that bring sentimentality to your life. You would struggle financially in careers that were too high stress. Careers involving material items, beauty, romance/love, art/artistry, pleasures, festivities, your voice, and/or luxury would suit you best (Example- singer)

GEMINI 11H: You can benefit the most financially from careers that let you communicate your ideas. You would struggle financially in careers that didn’t require much communicating. Careers involving literature/writing, social media, the mind, speaking, lower education, short trips, ground transportation, trading, the press, gossip, and/or math would suit you best (Example- social media influencer)

CANCER 11H: You can benefit the most financially from careers that are an emotional outlet for you. You would struggle financially in careers that make you suppress all your feelings. Careers involving emotional expression, family, homes/houses, taking care of people, femininity, the ocean, fertility/pregnancy, baking/cooking, and/or boobs would suit you best (Example- real estate agent)

LEO 11H: You can benefit the most financially from careers that allow you to be in the spotlight and shine. You would struggle in careers that you never get to express yourself creatively in. Careers involving drama, your talents, happiness, development, pride, the ego, identity, festivals, royalty, creativity, attention/spotlight, entertainment, and/or leadership would suit you best (Example- actor)

VIRGO 11H: You can benefit the most financially from careers where you can put your analytical nature to use. You would struggle financially in careers where you couldn’t seem to voice your opinion. Careers involving analyzing with reason, health/fitness, literary works, the mind, and/or routine would suit you best (Example- author)

LIBRA 11H: You can benefit the most financially from careers where you’re expressing yourself artistically. You would struggle financially in careers where you can’t have a balance of work and play. Careers involving art, beauty, fashion, harmony/harmonies, romance, pleasures, compromise/cooperation, values, and/or festivities would suit you best (Example- dancer)

SCORPIO 11H: You can benefit the most financially from careers where you use your power for good and that you feel powerful in. You would struggle financially in careers where you have no control. Careers involving transformation, mystery/crime, surgery, sex, athletics, tattoos, aggression, and/or heat/fire would suit you best (Example- surgeon)

SAGITTARIUS 11H: You can benefit the most financially from careers where you’re learning something new daily or going on new adventures daily. You would struggle financially in careers where you’re surrounded by negativity or negative coworkers. Careers involving travel, law/justice, teaching, religion/spirituality, gambling, honesty, and/or fulfillment would suit you best (Example- lawyer)

CAPRICORN 11H: You can benefit the most financially from careers where there’s stability. You would struggle financially in careers where there’s lack of consistency in your income or just in general. Careers involving business, being the boss, responsibility, confinement, restriction, old age, and/or bones would suit you best (Example- manager)

AQUARIUS 11H: You can benefit the most financially from careers where you have freedom. You would struggle financially in careers where you can’t create/invent new things and be your unique self. Careers involving technology, politics, socialization/groups/friendship, invention, film, fluctuation, rebellion, electricity, natural disasters/science, chaos, p*rnography, and/or followers would suit you best (Example- film producer)

PISCES 11H: You can benefit the most financially from careers that are an escape for you. You would struggle financially in careers that cause you lots of confusion. Careers involving compassion/kindness, spirituality, disguise, glamour, idealization, hypnotism, music, disappearance, and/or the hidden would suit you best (Example- model)

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