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Love Me Right (M)

synopsis: your heart shatters when you find out your husband is cheating on you with another woman. as revenge, you begin a scandalous relationship of your own with the mistress' husband.

word count: 12K+

warnings: cheating, unprotected sex, wall sex, cum eating, fingering, slight exhibitionism, oral (m & f receiving, some questionable actions by characters, softdom!jaemin, big dick jaem

(not proofread)

As the years passed, you failed to notice the lack of attention your husband was giving you. Late nights filled with warm cuddles turned into plenty of excuses of being tired and stressed from work. Your husband giving you just a kiss to the cheek before pulling the sheets over his shoulders and closing his eyes. Yet you refused to think something was wrong. "He's just tired from work" you'd tell yourself every time you had the sour feeling of fear stirring in your gut that your husband was starting to love you less and less everyday.

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Getting married was the happiest day of your life. The excitement you felt the day the prettiest white wedding dress hugged your body was forever imprinted in you head, not being able to hold back a smile whenever you were reminded by the fact you married the love of your life. Every night was filled with childish giggles, snuggling and never ending kisses every where. It was a fairytale life for you.

It was only a while later your husband started acting more giddy. He'd come home from work to greet you with a childish smile, pressing a long kiss to your cheek and mumbling compliments before heading off to shower. You thought things were finally getting better. Maybe he got a promotion? Maybe he was praised by his boss more. Whatever is was, a wave of relief washed over you after that.

"Babe, get ready by 7pm, we're having dinner with a colleague of mine" Your husband said to you one day. "Dress nice, we're going to a pretty fancy restaurant" He says with a dazed smile as he looked through his closet, finding his best suit. You sat in bed, sheets pulled over your legs and a fashion magazine open in your hands. "Oo, what's the occasion and who's this colleague of yours?" You ask. "She's my project partner. We're working together on this project that's going really well with a bunch of other people. I invited the others but they were all busy" Then he turns to look at you with a grin, the suit he was looking for held in one hand. It was ironed beautifully thanks to you. "She's amazing. I can't wait for you to meet her"

You only smiled.

☆

Upon arriving at this fancy looking Italian restaurant, you notice your husband's eyes darting all over the place in search of his colleague. His eyes almost glimmered when he saw her. Your gaze followed his until they landed on the infamous woman your husband had been mumbling about. She was drop dead gorgeous, and part of your self esteem dropped dead in your stomach. You hide the deep inhale you took when you saw her. Like you used to, endless words of comfort flooded your head in attempts to drown out the fear, doubt and over thinking in your head. Thankfully for you, it did in fact manage to calm your nerves down.

"Sejun!" the woman exclaimed happily when the two of you walked closer. Both your husband and her opened their arms for a quick embrace, the smile you had feeling more forced as you wonder if this is a normal thing for coworkers to do. You glanced at her partner, noticing the tint of worry in his eyes that were the same as yours.

Sat next to your husband's colleague was a well dressed man. His hair styled perfectly to bring out the charm of his face. His eyes were just as sparkly as the woman's. Noticing the protective hand that was placed on her lap, you could only assume this man was her boyfriend or even husband.

"I'm y/n" you introduce, smile smaller now as you extend your hand towards his for a handshake - much more normal, you think.

"Jaemin" he introduces in return, reciprocating your friendly smile.

When your husband and his coworker finally let go after what felt like forever, all of you took a seat. You sat opposite of Jaemin while your husband sat opposite his coworker.

"Oh, my name is Hyejoo by the way" she says as if finally acknowledging your presence. Her hand extends towards you and you take it in for the handshake. Her hand yanked away from yours just a second after contact, almost as if she didn't want to be touching you. Your heart sours, feeling weird.

The dinner goes on as it should with Hyejoo and your husband eagerly ordering all the enticing looking dishes that none of you have seen nor tried before. Every so often, you and Jaemin would glance at each other, not very sure what to say to each other or how to act. It felt as though the two of you were kids, forced to sit across from each other as your mums talked away.

"Do you know what project they're working on?" you ask Jaemin with an awkward chuckle to finish your sentence. He responds with an equally awkward smile, shaking his head. "Said it was some big company project too complicated for her to explain. Just told me it was very important" You nod, not knowing what to say next.

Even when the food arrived, placed in front of you with delicious steam floating in the air, not even once did your husband acknowledge you or your food. He didn't ask what you were eating, if he could try a bite. He only thanked the waiter, immediately going back to his conversation with Hyejoo. You looked down, playing with your fingers.

"Hey, you okay?" Jaemin asks when he notices your strange behavior. You force a smile and Jaemin almost believed it. "I think I just had a cramp"

When dinner finally comes to an end and Hyejoo calls it a night, you resist the urge to scream in relief when you feel like your husband wrap an arm around your waist and bid Hyejoo goodnight. Similarly, Jaemin had a hand around Hyejoo's waist, the small barely there smile on his face looking more annoyed and forced the longer you stared. You could almost see him burning your husband with his eyes, jaw getting tense the longer the it took for the two of them to finally stop talking and part ways. The final goodbye leaves their lips after what felt like forever and Jaemin glances over to you, the smile on his face turning from forced to more genuine when he nods his head towards you, that being his own way of saying goodnight. You reciprocate the action and all of you go home.

☆

Honestly, you thought that dinner would be the end of things. You had already met the girl, what else did you have to do? Well apparently, a lot of visiting. Sejun insisted on heading over to Hyejoo's place at least twice a week so that they could have more time to discuss the project. When you asked him why he just had to go to her place to work instead of leaving it till the next day at the office, all he said was "Well, I didn't want you to feel jealous so I thought you might as well come along with me"

You didn't know how to feel about that answer. Some part of you said, aww he cares about my feelings. While the other part of you wanted to hack into his brain and see what was really going on. Were you just overreacting or was this just a really weird thing?

The first time you went over to her place, you hated yourself for being so impressed by the designing of her home. The decor was top tier and her house was absolutely spotless, not a single thing out of place.

"How about a house tour?" She claps happily. "Then I'll start preparing our dinner for tonight"

"That sounds like a great idea!" Sejun responds with a big grin. "You did some reno recently too right? " She hums back in delight. Hyejoo gives a fantastic house tour and when you check your phone, your brows furrow in surprise seeing how it too almost 40 minutes to look around her house. "God I didn't think a house tour would be so tiring" you say with a soft laugh to Sejun while Hyejoo was busy searching her closet for something. "If you're tired you can go rest" He replies, snatching away the little smile you had. His reply was monotone, saying it as if it was dumb of you to not have backed out of the tour midway when you got tired. "Yeah.. " you try to laugh it off but the silence somehow only got louder and louder. "I'm gonna just.. " you point to the direction of the kitchen. When you receive no reply or reaction from Sejun, you just walk away, shoulders slumped and heart souring.

In the kitchen, Jaemin was on his phone munching away on some almonds and quietly laughing at whatever he was looking at. Hearing the footsteps coming closer towards him, he looks up with a glimmer in his eyes and a wide grin. Though both of those sparks slowly die down when he realizes it's only you. "Oh hi y/n." He says, "Done with the tour already?"

You shake your head, taking a seat in front of him. "No, I got tired and thought it'd be a genius idea to go rest since my I'm just so tired" You say almost mockingly with a roll of the eyes. Jaemin, not knowing if he should ask what's up or keep quiet, solves all his problems by sliding over his bowl of almonds to you. "Nuts?"

...

"Alright I hope you guys love steak because I'm great at cooking i- aw shucks" Hyejoo's voice turns poutier when she opens her refrigerator to find a lack of meat. "I thought I bought some just a few days ago" she murmurs. "Jaemin, didn't I buy some steak just two days ago?" She turns around to look at her husband, one hand on her hip and her lips downturned into a pout.

"I think you bought chicken, honey" Jaemin replies. You could see the softness in his eyes as he looked at his wife and you almost envied her. Glancing over to your own husband, you wondered when was the last time he even looked at you that way. "I did? Aw man, I have to go buy some steak now!" Hyejoo exclaims. "Why don't you just use what you've already bought? Saves you the hassle of going out to buy it again' Jaemin says. " I promised Sejun I'd cook him my signature steak. I've been bragging about it all week." Hyejoo replies while grabbing her purse. "Sejun, can you follow me to the supermarket to get some steak? Maybe we can go get some extra stuff for dinner too"

Jaemin's jaw drops open a little, getting out of his seat. "Why don't I just follow you, Hye"

Hyejoo looks up at him and places a tender hand to his cheek. "You stay here with y/n okay? Can't have a stranger all alone in our house" She jokes with a laugh. "No Offense y/n, you're a lovely girl"

You don't even reply, only throwing her an awkward nod and chuckle, trying to make it look like you actually found her lousy joke funny.

"Come on Jun, let's hurry!" Hyejoo grabs onto your husband and pulls him out of the house without another word. "We'll be right back!" you hear her say before the door slams shut and it's locked.

You look over at Jaemin who looks just as defeated as you.

"So... " you begin with an awkward tone, walking over to Jaemin who had his tongue poking at his cheek with an annoyed glare. His glare wasn't towards you yet you could feel the fire burning from his eyes. He was no doubt jealous, and understandably so. You were jealous too. "This is totally normal right?" you ask, taking a seat by the gorgeous marble island, not too far from Jaemin who had slumped into his seat at the dining table.

"I don't know" He mumbles, voice deep and hoarse, not quite in the mood for anything at that point. "I don't have group projects with my colleagues"

"As a gal that works under the marketing department like them... there are times where group projects take a lot of time. Just to make sure everything goes smoothly, y'know?"

Now, Jaemin sits ups right, both hands slamming against the table not in anger, but to make a point.

"This doesn't feel like a project to me. How is this a formal, proper work project if only two members are working on it? This isn't high school where the rest of your group can just laze around while two people work hard on the project"

Getting up, you head over to the dining table and sit across from Jaemin who started looking tenser by the second. "We shouldn't worry too much. There's probably an explanation to all this. After all, they're working under Neo Corp, everyone is crazy busy all the time"

Jaemin lets out a deep exhale, eyes falling shut. "Yeah, you're probably right. I'm just overreacting"

As you provide more words of comfort to the male in front of you, you begin to wonder just how much of your own words you believe.

...

"Seriously? Macarons are way too sweet. I think something like strudels are a much better tea time snack" You reply to Jaemin, the both of you somehow ending up in a long debate about the superior kind of dessert as a way to distract the both of you from your spouse's long work project. "I just love sugar" Jaemin answers with a shrug.

"We're back!" the door opens revealing an excitedly Hyejoo at the back. She almost looked giddy as she held up a plastic bag with steak in it. "Who's ready to have the best steak of their life!"

You and Jaemin look over at each other before raising your hands. "Me"

...

Hyejoo's steak was mouth watering. You and Sejun left the house feeling sleepy and full. Your tongue rolled around in your mouth, desperate to find any remaining flavour from the steak. Even the tiniest hint of residue in your mouth had you humming in delight.

The door to your home closes with a light slam. You stretch and yawn, yearning for the warmth of your bed and your husband. As you finish brushing your teeth and hopping into your bed with your husband following behind, you finally ask him a question that lingered in your head since your earlier conversation with Jaemin.

"Sejun" you begin, your husband humming in response to the call of his name as he slips under the covers next to you. "Why is it that only you and Hyejoo are working so hard on this project together? How about your teammates" You curl up against his arm, the male leaning against you and placing a gentle hand on your head. "Hyejoo and I are the brains of the project. We're in charge of planning everything out, and once we're done with that, the others help to arrange everything. Make sure everything makes sense and looks good. Then we have a final meeting to finalize everything. Am I worrying you by working with Hyejoo too much?"

His calming voice was like poison in your mind. Your eyebrows furrow sadly and you pout, nodding at his question.

"Ngaw.. " he twists his body so that he's able to press a tender kiss to your head. "I'm sorry I made you feel that way, baby. But you don't have to worry about anything okay? Hyejoo is just my colleague. Plus... at the end of the day, I have a gorgeous wife waiting for me at home. I always look forward to that." His words as you sniffling happily, cuddling into him further and throwing a leg over his thighs.

"Thanks for the reassurance" you murmur.

"Of course" He places a hand under your chin, making you look up at him. "I love you" He presses a kiss to your lips. The kiss prolongs, tongues are intertwining with each other and soon enough, he's hovering above you, hand slowly tracing down to your pants.

...

Visits to Hyejoo's place become uncommon for you now. You felt as though your relationship with your husband was going back to normal, and what's even better was that you were forming a pretty lovely friendship with Jaemin. The both of you finding new shared hobbies at every meeting.

"You can cook??" You say with a gasp, Jaemin throwing the cockiest smile and waving a hand at you. "Not gonna brag but, I'm an amazing chef. I had a roommate back in college. That guy wakes me up at 3am everyday just to make him some eggs to satisfy his weird midnight cravings. Kinda fell in love with cooking after that. " Jaemin lets out a chuckle. "Lucky bastard... He got to eat gourmet food as u started learning how to up my egg cooking game. And now I'm here, cooking premium meats every other week"

"Well if you're really the shit, how bout you make some gourmet meal right now" You challenge.

"Sure" Jaemin shrugs, getting out of his seat. "What do you want? Meat? Rice? Pasta?"

Before you can even answer, he's already opening the fridge. "Ah, how about truffle pasta. I'm great at making that. I think you'll love it" He doesn't even turn around to see if you agree, instead taking out everything he needed to make the dish.

Soon enough, Jaemin is washing vegetables, cutting ingredients, preparing to prove to you just how great he is at cooking. Watching him dice onions and garlic with crazy impressive knife skills made your heart dance. Men who could cook will always be insanely attractive to you. And Jaemin fit that standard perfectly. Your own husband had always refused to talk about cooking. Constantly changing the topic before you even get to mention it. Not gonna lie, it pissed you off sometimes but when he said he only felt that way because he was always nagged by his mother and grandmother to cook, you huffed and let it slide.

Watching Jaemin cook was hypnotizing. With every move he made, you could see clearly how he knew exactly what he was doing.

"Bon apetit, madam" he says, laying the beautifully plated truffle pasta in front of you. Your jaw drops at the sight. Presentation was top tier and the smell of it was mouth watering. Something twitched in your chest when you looked up to see him with a cocky smirk on his face. "What are you waiting for? Have a taste" He says. You pick up the fork, twirling the pasta and taking a bite. Needless to say, you almost cried and Jaemin was pumping his fists in the air declaring victory.

...

It was yet another day at Hyejoo's house. Both she and your husband were upstairs in her mini office discussing marketing strategies and new never used ideas. Downstairs, you were with Jaemin watching a scary movie. Just to up the fear factor, you guys watched an Indonesian horror movie. While you were accustomed to the horror style of Southeast Asian horror films, Jaemin was not. With every suspenseful move from the main character, Jaemin was flinching. "Why are the houses in horror films always so dark?" he complains with a grimace, hands twitching about anticipating something big to happen.

"Na Jaemin being a scaredy cat for horror movies was not in my bingo card" you laugh. "Oh, shut up" he replies, sending a smack to your arm right after making you burst out in silent laughter. Your attempts at laughing quietly fail horribly when a jump scare finally happens and Jaemin practically jumps in his seat, buff and heavy body making the couch screech against the floor by barely an inch. "Holy fuccckkk" Jaemin groans out with a hand to his chest, feeling the rapid thumping of his heart beat under his palm. His reaction had you falling on your side curled up into a ball, kicking your feet and you desperately tried to conceal your never ending giggling behind your hand.

"Oh you think that's funny huh" Jaemin says.

You're about to laugh out a yes until Jaemin is attacking you with tickles, jabbing you at sensitive areas as payback for you laughing at his misery. You're kicking at him, trying to pry him off you. One final kick has him losing his balance and he manages to save himself from crashing into you by planting a firm hand next to your head. Na Jaemin was now hovering above you and worst of all, your heart was thumping fast - a bit too fast for your liking. There was nothing but silence between the both of you, but neither of you made a move to get out of this strange, not very appropriate position. You noticed how Jaemin's eyes were slowly examining every feature on your face, and when your own eyes trail down from his eyes to his lips, you see him gulp.

The sound of the upstairs door creaking open and muffled chattering of your respective spouses has the two of you in panic mode, immediately getting out of that position and sitting far apart from each other on the couch. Your throat went dry and you could almost hear the sound of your own heart thumping out of your chest.

"Oh! You guys are watching a movie? How fun!" Hyejoo exclaims as she walks down the stairs. Noticing the dark lighting and flashing scenes, she shivered, mentioning how she hates horror and the rest of her yapping was drowned out by the loud thumping of your heart. You didn't even realize she was bidding you goodnight until Sejun places a hand on your shoulder saying it was time to go home. Just before you exit, you turn your head hoping to get one last glance at him; and you do, he gives you a small smile accompanied by a wave goodnight.

☆

Since that little situation with Jaemin, you've been haunted by dreams with him as the main character. Romantic visuals and the feeling of warmth hugging your heart with every dream that comes your way has you waking up in cold sweat, concerned of the images your brain was constantly presenting you. There was a guilt swarming your chest because every time you woke up from one of those dreams, you felt happy, feeling the sense of cute young love again. But that was wrong. So, so very wrong. You were a married woman and Jaemin a married man. How can you even think of him that way?

"You okay?" Sejun's question breaks you out of your daydream.

"Yeah" you answer, throwing him an awkward chuckle. "Just been having strange dreams, that's all. Dreamt Leonardo da Vinci was hiding a secret behind the painting in our living room. Felt way too real I almost felt skeptical"

Sejun smiles at you awkwardly. "Have you been watching way too much mystery shows, babe? It might be getting to your head."

"Maybe"

"Anyways," he places his empty coffee mug into the sink, walking towards you only to press a kiss to your head. "I'll be home late today okay? Got a team meeting and who knows, we might head out for some late night beer afterwards"

"Really? Again"

"It's for work babe, you know that"

"Yeah but there's no way you have to have a meeting every day right? Aren't meetings supposed to be spaced out every few days so you can do touch ups and what not before the next meeting?"

Sejun lets out a deep sigh. "It's my job, Y/n. Okay? I'm getting paid to do this, so let me do my job"

"Right, fine. I'm sorry" you Huff, waving him off.

"It's alright. I love you, remember that okay?"

"Mhm, I love you too"

"That's my girl" Fingers are placed under your chin and your head is guided upwards where your husband places a tender kiss to your lips.

...

It was 11.30pm and the tummy grumbles you've been trying to ignore for the past hour had finally gotten to you. Throwing on the prettiest coat you own and a pair of easy slip on sneakers, you head towards the bakery just a few blocks away from your apartment. The pastries there were to die for and it was the perfect snack for such a late hour.

Greeted by the aroma of freshly baked goods, you're practically floating as you grab a tray and start picking out all the best parties they had. Maybe you had gotten too greedy, having at least 3 different fruit danishes and a cream puff just because you wanted something soft and fluffy. You pay up and head towards the exit, but you bump into a meaty figure before you could even grab the door handle to leave.

"Oh my god I'm so sor- Jaemin?" you gasp in surprise when you look up to see the man of your dreams (literally) standing right in front of you, dressed in a black turtle neck and light blue jeans. Such simple clothes yet his charm was as visible as ever. You almost wanted to throw yourself out the window when you remember that you're wearing the biggest shirt known to man kind and draped in a pretty coat that did not match your outfit at all.

"What a coincidence!" Jaemin sings, wide smile plastered on his face. "What are you doing here at such a late hour?"

"Sejun is still out at the office for a meetings" You Huff, crossing your arms. "And I got hungry so I decided to get something to eat."

"Same! Hyejoo is still working and it's really boring at home. My mouth is starting to get bored so I decided to come out and grab a a snack too." Then Jaemin snaps his fingers. You could practically see a light bulb shining brightly above his head. "Why don't we have a drink together? Like coffee or tea while we eat our pastries. Whaddya say?"

The offer was tempting. Terribly tempting. Going home was boring cause you'd only be watching more tv and eating your pastries alone. Having a night time tea time with Jaemin didn't sound like a bad idea. In fact, it sounded like a great idea.

"I'm in"

The male beams, smiling from ear to ear. "Grab a table. I'll order more pastries and some drinks. Just tell me what you want"

Not too long after, you and Jaemin are seated across from each other with a large tray of pastries. There was a hot long black for Jaemin and a hot cocoa for you.

"Isn't this great?" Jaemin asks, picking up his favorite macaron and taking a bite. "Tea time at midnight? Really interesting if I do say so myself, surprised this place is even still open at this hour."

You chuckle, agreeing with him as he takes another bite.

"Hyejoo never does these kind of things with me anymore. All of a sudden, she's the busiest person I know and we're barely spending time together." Jaemin is grabbing another macaron to eat, the glimmer in his eyes fading slightly. "I know this sounds crazy but it almost feels as though we're strangers... it sounds insane because I'm literally married to her. Yet it feels like I'm living with some random girl"

"Hey... It's alright. Things happen y'know? People get busy. But she's just working, nothing to worry about." You tell him.

"But I do worry. " He says. "Feels like she's hiding something from me but I don't have any proof. When I ask, she tells me it's nothing. And when I think too deeply on it, I'm wondering if I'm the problem. Amni doing something wrong? Is that why she's hiding something from me?"

"I don't think she's hiding anything, Jaemin. I don't know. But I too am just trying to be open minded. Marketing does get hectic sometimes..."

Jaemin sighs, grabbing a Danish and terrifyingly, he downs it in one bite - mouth puffing up like a chipmunk.

The heavy mood slowly begins to fade when you compare Jaemin to a chipmunk with his full cheeks. The man, although feeling a heavy weight on his heart cracks a smile.

"Do i?" he asks with full cheeks and you nod with a smile.

Jaemin chews his food properly, chipmunk cheeks gone.

"Aw, chipmunk Jaem has disappeared" you say with a faux pout. "I'll miss him so much  he was kinda cute"

"Oh really?" The mood lightens up fully now. As the night goes on, you and Jaemin continue to joke around, get into more silly debates and talk about your first times doing different things. The heavy mood from earlier had long faded away and Jaemin was feeling much better. There was a happy warmth swarming his chest everytime you smiled and laughed. Each time you giggled, he was determined to see more of it, cracking more silly puns and making weird facial expressions just because it cracked you up so much. For the first time in a while, Jaemin felt free of his own thoughts. There was no worry and fear lurking in his head, just serotonin and silliness.

Eventually, the shop begins to close, meaning it was time to wrap up.

"Tonight was great" Jaemin says. "Though it was only an hour, I had a great time. I don't feel sad anymore. Thanks"

"Pffft" You wave him off. "It was nothing. Just two friends hanging out. But yeah, I had a great time too thanks to you"

As Jaemin debates what to do next before the two of you part ways, he's almost terrified when an image pops into his head and disappears before he could fully register it.

"You can't do that, you're a married man" He screams at himself in his head. When he finally realizes he's been talking to himself for a bit too long,  he snaps out of it and opens his arms. "Hug?"

You agree, almost jumping at his action but you manage to hold back, going in for a normal hug like normal people do. Like normal friends do.

"I guess I'll see you tomorrow night? I know they're gonna meet up for the project again at your place"

"Yeah, they are." Jaemin clears his throat. "Then uh, goodnight! Get home safe alright. Oh- you should give me your number so I can make sure you get home safely. I don't know what I'd do with myself if I knew you got hurt"

"Right- uh" Jaemin hands you his phone and you tap your number into his phone.

"Send me a text when you get home alright?" Jaemin says.

"Will do. Night!" You send him a wave and he waves back.

The both of you walk in the opposite direction back home.

As he walks home, Jaemin's mind goes haywire with the image of him kissing you goodnight running through his head, replaying over and over. Meanwhile, you have a hard time shaking off the the memory of embracing Jaemin. His scent and warmth so comforting to you, almost intoxicating.

"What's wrong with me..." The both of you mumble to yourselves.

☆

"11pm.. " you mumble to yourself, leg tapping anxiously against your carpeted floor while your eyes were glued onto the digital clock next to your TV. Hours after your husband's work dinner was supposed to end, he was still no where to be seen. Calls were not being picked up, messages were left on delivered, you were going insane. Bottling up with anxiety and fear, you get up from the couch, grab your keys and drive off to the location of your husband's work dinner.

"Sorry ma'am, they left about 2 hours ago" The cashier tells you and part of you wanted to scream.

"Ah, I see. Thanks" you give the lady a smile and exit. Once back in the car, you fold your arms, head leaned back against the headrest. "Where would they go after a work dinner... " The first answer that came to your mind was Jaemin's house. Maybe after dinner, Sejun and Hyejoo decided to go back and continue working. As you send Jaemin a quick text to ask if they were there, a wave of annoyance flushes through you. But you'd much rather have your husband over at their place than being in danger god knows where.

Jaemin: no, they're not here either. hyejoo isn't picking up my calls too.

Jaemin's answer makes your stomach drop. Well fuck, if they weren't there, where else could they be?

You: I'm gonna go to their office. hopefully they're there, if not I'm seriously gonna file a police report.

Jaemin: I'll head to their office too.

Parking outside the office building, you greet the security guard that you see every day when sending lunch boxes over to your husband.

"Hi, Mr Noh" you greet. "Did you see Sejun? They had a company dinner hours ago and h3 isn't picking up my phone calls"

"Oh, Sejun was just here a while ago. I haven't seen him leave yet so I think he should still be inside" Mr Noh replies and a wave of relief washes over you.

"Thank god" you Huff in relief. "Thank you so much" Giving Mr Noh a thanksful Pat on the shoulder, you speed walk into the office and up the elevator, pressing on the floor that your husband worked on.

The hallways were dim and quiet, just a few emergency lights giving light in the hallways. the dead silence made it feel like you were in a horror movie, serial axe murderer or vengeful ghost hiding somewhere in the shadows, preparing to attack. As your mind continued to play tricks on you by convincing you that you saw moving shadows, the sound of a giggle makes you jolt.

Fuck, is this place really haunted?,, you wondered. Then there was another giggle, but this time it was deeper, like it came from a male.

"I can't believe we're doing this here" the female voice says. You felt your stomach stir, instantly recognizing the voice that belonged to Hyejoo. "We work on this desk" she says.

"That's what makes it thrilling isn't it?"

Yeah, you were about to vomit. Because that was your husbands voice. You could never be more sure. Of course, you've heard his voice for years. It was the same voice who hummed songs to you to help you fall asleep on restless nights.

"You're right" she says with a giggle. The male - your husband, lets out a low chuckle. Then there's to sound of lips being pressed against each other. Loud, sloppy, then there's moaning and groaning.  Your legs began to give out, slapping a hand over your mouth to stop you from screaming and crying out loud. The moans get louder, the sound of clothes being taken off and what you could only assume to be the office desk creaking. You wanted to kill him. You didn't even have to take a peek to know what they were doing. Finally, you find the strength to run out the building, holding it the tears threatening to spill out and show just how weak you felt.

When you got to the ground floor, elevator doors opening, you made a run for it. Far from them, you cried freely. Sobbing into your palm, your vision got blurry from the tears. With your blurry vision, you didn't notice as you ran straight into a muscled body. Then it finally hit you that Jaemin said he'd be coming too. You sniff, looking up to see Jaemin's concerned face.

"What's wrong?" he asked, voice laced with so much genuine concern that you dropped to your knees, sobbing and Jaemin getting on his knees to be on your level.

"They- they" God, you couldn't even speak properly, throat constricting, struggling to even breath. The only thing you could do was grab Jaemin's forearm, gripping so hard that you knew you were going to mark him. "I heard them." you force yourself to mutter. "They were kissing. And they're about to do God knows what else up there"

Jaemin didn't even need to ask who you were talking about. The suspicions he'd been trying to store away finally coming to light with your words. His eyes tear up, but he sucks in a deep breath trying to stay strong. It's hard, he wants to scream and break something. He couldn't do that. So, he closed his eyes and pulled you into his embrace, rubbing a hand up and down your back as you cried into his chest, keeping your strong grip on his forearm. It hurt, but Jaemin preferred this physical rather than the one tearing at his heart.

After minutes, he lifts you up with him. "Let's go." he says.

You stop your crying to look up at him, confused. "Where do we go? Do we just go home and pretend as if nothing happened?"

He shakes his head, not saying a thing but instead guiding you to his car.

"What about my car?" you asked as you opened the door to the passenger seat, guiding you inside. "Let them see. Let them realize that we know" he replies, closing your door and walking over to the driver's seat. He starts the engine, eyes lacking its usual spark. "We're going to a hotel"

---

Jaemin drives the both of you to the furthest hotel from your neighbourhood, claiming that the two of you needed this distance. He books a room for the both of you to stay the night in. Unfortunately the only room available had a queen bed and a single bed. Jaemin gladly let you take the queen sized bed.

With no other clothes but the ones you arrived in, the two of you just decide to get into bed and get some rest, or at least try to.

Neither of you open your mouths to talk about what happened. Hearts aching and anger boiling in your veins, you began to tear up. Your son of a bitch brain playing disgusting scenes of the traitor you once loved with that sly fox. Giggling and touching in the quiet office room at the dead of night. Your fists clenched, wanting nothing more than to punch the both of them bloody. You didn't even realize you began sobbing out loud until your bed dips and you hear Jaemin's honey voice, as sweet as ever despite the fact he was probably and also most likely fighting ten different emotions at the same time.

"Hey, it's alright" Jaemin says in attempt to comfort you. He didn't know what to say, still trying to wrap his head around this new reality. "It's none of our fault"

You sit up in your bed and look at Jaemin with your blood shot eyes. "Of course it isn't" You sniff, using your hand to wipe away a tear that slipped from your eye. "They're the fucking traitors here. How long have they been doing this behind our backs?" You question, voice getting louder as rage begins to flood your entire system. You've never been a violent person, but now you sure as hell wanted to get violent. "He's been sweet talking me for weeks. Telling me everything is fine while he's been screwing some girl behind my back. And he dares" You had to pause, head feeling heavy from all the pent up anger.

"He dares to make me feel loved when he knows he barely feels a thing for me anymore. That's my last straw. " Jaemin cups your face with his hand, thumb brushing away the tears that began streaming down your face. "Do I look fucking stupid to him? Like a toy that he can play with when he felt like it? Does he-" you're silenced when Jaemin leans in pressing his lips against yours. Your brain goes haywire with the way his soft lips began to move against yours like a spell with you following in pursuit. Eyes falling shut as you indulged.

Acting like this didn't make either of you a better person. But in the moment, you felt like you deserved this. The feeling of being loved properly. The feeling of being loved by a man.

The kissing gets deeper as Jaemin adjusts his body to face you properly, both his hands now cupping your cheek as he swipes a tongue against your lower lip to which you gladly let him intrude. You fall back into the bed, soft mattress engulfing your body. Hands roam his back and his sly hands trace themselves from your stomach to the waistband of your bands. The two of you finally pull away, Jaemin's hands one move away from intruding your private space.

"Is this the right thing to do?" Jaemin murmurs quietly, hot breath against your lips. You could feel how unsure he felt, being on the thin line between desire and the urge to get revenge on both your spouses. You were on the same boat as him, but your mind was hazy, seeing nothing but red. There was no lie that you had unwillingly felt a strong attraction to Jaemin, his small actions making you feel more loved in comparison to the many so called grand gestures your husband tried to do just for the sake of it. Jaemin was hot and kind, the perfect blend of a man that you liked. And here you were, caged in his arms with his hands barely centimeters away from your pussy. You've been played by your no good son of a gun husband, it was only fair that you played him as well.

"Who cares" you whisper against his lips. "They fucked us over, now it's time we do the same to them"

A switch flips in his brain and Jaemin no longer felt guilty. You were right. He had been screwed over with sweet words and gestures, only to be the fool at the end. He wanted to play too. Plus, you were gorgeous, and he hated that you made him feel whole whenever the two of you hung out while your partners were busy working upstairs. Which now you both knew that they were probably fucking rather than working.

His hand finally breaches the elastic of your shorts, middle finger teasing your damp slit through your panties that only got wetter the longer the two of you kissed. Then finally, he pulls your panties to the side and slips a finger in. You pull away from his lips to squeeze your eyes shut and moan as his single digit rubbed your walls so nice. When he added a second finger in, you felt the way he curled his fingers and his blunt nails scratched your g-spot just right.

"Fuck" Jaemin groans, blood rushing to his cock the longer he pumped his digits in and out of your slick hole. "You're so tight... " He directs his focus from his hand in your pants to your eyes. "Does he  even fuck you enough?"

You don't know why but his words make you moan. The room was dark and cold, you could barely make out his features properly and the sound of his fingers pumping in and out of your hole echoed in your ears. You shake your head.

"No, he doesn't" Jaemin pouts. "You poor thing. It's okay.. " He leans into you, lips centimeters away, fingers pulling out if your wet hole. You want to whine but then he's pulling your pants down with one hand. "I'll take care of you" he whispers before planting a kiss on your lips and pulling away to sit on his knees finish getting rid of your shorts and wrecked panties.

Under the yellow light from the lamp on your nightstand, Jaemin could see the mess he made between your thighs. An insatiable hunger grows in his stomach, leaving you no room to process a single thing before he's on his stomach and your thighs are resting against his shoulders.

He kisses up your thigh slowly until he reaches your core, taking a second to admire his piece of work. "God, you're breathtaking" he mumbles. "May I?"

He didn't even have to ask yet he still so politely did so. You give him a nod and you see him flash a greedy smile before his lips attach itself to your cunt and he flicks his tongue on your bud. You throw your head back with a moan, eyes involuntarily squeezing shut at the sensation. Jaemin is motivated by your sweet noises and begins to devour you like a man starved for centuries. He's relentless with his tongue, swirling around your bud just right and lapping up your slit like a dog.

You were in heaven.

Head from your husband didn't even feel this good.

Yet Jaemin was bringing heaven to you, spoiling you with pleasure as he sinks his tongue into your hole, working it in and out and bringing a thumb to rub your clit.

"Fuck fuck fuck please don't stop" you plead in an embarrassingly high voice, pushing his head deeper into your cunt. Your actions only make him greedier. His tongue is back to focusing on your clit while his slender fingers breach your hole again. The pace and alternative movements is perfect. Your toes are curling and your thighs are clenching around his head. With a moan, you come undone on his tongue and the man under you laps up every drop of your release until you're clean.

"Goddamn, " he rises from his position, mouth glistening with your release. "You taste like heaven. Too much of this and you might get me addicted." His sweet words make your hole clench, yearning for more. He gets on all fours, caging you in his arms once again. His dark brown eyes burn right through yours with lust. You think you're over thinking when you feel like he's looking at you with genuine admiration amongst the cloud of desire fogging his eyes. It makes your heart thud.

"Do you want more?" he asks, voice deep and playful. You nod and he gets up on his knees.

"Show me just how much you want me" He nods down at his jeans. "Get me hard"

You gulp, getting up from your position in bed to sit on your knees. Jaemin gets off the bed to stand right at the edge, making it easier for you to unbutton his jeans, pull the zipper down and free his semi hard cock from the constraints of his boxers.

"Go ahead" he says, noting the way you practically salivate at the sight of his cock. Barely hard, but you knew he'd be monstrous when he's ready.

His length is heavy in your hand, big enough that you're unable to fully wrap a fist around his cock.

You bring the tip to your mouth, kitten licking it. His cock twitches and it encourages you. Bringing his dick to your mouth, you suck on the head a few times, focusing on swirling your tongue against his sensitive tip before you are taking his cock inch by inch into your mouth. You could feel him getting hard the more you bobbed your head up and down. Jaemin groans, placing one hand on your head gently, unmoving. "Just like that" he says with a breathy groan. His praise makes you gleam, releasing his length only lick a stripe underneath his shaft and letting your mouth continue its administrations.

The way he begins to grip your hair was a telltale sign that he was getting closer. With the determination to make him cum as hard as you did, you focus on his tip, using your hand to pump the rest of his shaft. Jaemin is practically tugging your hair, the sweet burn in your scalp sending an electric shock to your throbbing clip. Vulgar words are slipping from Jaemin's sweet lips as he finally cums; hot load filling up your throat.

"Fuck" hid grip on your hair loosens and he's panting hard, recovering from the mind blowing head he just got. "You did so well.. " he opens his eyes, lips curling up into a smirk. You smile at him, opening your mouth to show him the cum that sat in your mouth. Without breaking eye contact, you swallow his load, licking your lips in delight.

His cock twitches and he's greedy again, yearning to feel your tight walls wrapped around his cock that stands tall once again; hard and ready to go.

"Since you just sucked the soul out of me, " Jaemin began, "it's only right that I return the favour, isn't it?"

"And how do you intend to repay me?" You ask, batting your eyelashes at him, hole clenching and heart racing with the way he teased you.

Jaemin beckons you over to him and you gladly crawl to the end of the bed to get into his embrace. He dips his head in the crook of your neck, taking a deep inhale. Then you feel his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear before whispering: "I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't even remember his name"

"Do it then" you mutter under your breath, reciprocating hid actions and whispering into his ear. "Fuck me hard."

Jaemin lets his hand wander down to the curve of your ass, giving it a squeeze then tapping your hip signaling for you to jump which you do. He catches you easily, walking over to a wall and pressing you against the cold surface. "Ready?" He asks and you nod. Using the sheer strength of his biceps and thigh muscles, he lifts you higher. And when he lowers you down, you feel the bulbous tip of his cock pressing against your entrance. "Scream for me" And he sinks you on his cock. Fat girth stretching you wide and nice, length reaching places you're sure your husband never reached before. To Jaemin's delight, you do in fact scream his name. Your voice was airy and filled with desire, Jaemin basks in the sound of you and begins lifting you up and down on his cock, using those beautiful muscles to fuck you like a toy.

"Ah fuck!" you gasp, feeling him hit your cervix. His pace was relentless and imagining the way his muscles bulged as he brought you down on his cock over and over with no signs of tiredness had you moaning his name like a mantra.

"You're so tight" he manages to say with only a slight hint of struggle. "He doesn't take care of you he way I do, right?"

You shake your head. "N-never" God he was so deep. You felt him everywhere.

"Is that so?" Jaemin coos. His pace begins to slow down and you're able to feel every single vein in his cock along your walls. "I bet he doesn't even know how to make you moan the way I do" Once again, you shake your head.

To your dismay, he pulls his cock out of you, setting you down on your feet. "You poor thing. I have to set an example for him and he isn't even here" he says with an exaggerated sigh. "Well, " he guides you back to the bed, getting you on your hands and knees. "That's too bad isn't it. " His hand roams on the globes of your ass, sighing as he feels the smooth skin under his hot palm. "I guess he'll never get to learn just how to please a woman correctly" His hand grips his cock, giving himself a few pumps before running the top up and down your slit. "He'll continue to sit at home, fucking my wife with his mediocre skills, while I make his own wife, my queen in bed."  he slips in, and you bite your lip. "His loss. " Jaemin finishes his sentence with a hard thrust.

"I make it up to you on his behalf, alright pretty?"  His hips begin to move and you let out a content sigh. "What do you say when someone is treating you like a princess hm?" Jaemin asked with a pointed thrust.

"T-thank you" you stutter, words becoming harder to pronounce, brain going mushy. All the anger that you felt earlier, now clouded by the desire to cum.

"What was that?" his hands trail to your hair, wrapping a fistful in his palm.

"Thank you" you say again, louder this time. But Jaemin was not satisfied.

"I'm sure you have a better vocabulary than that" Now, he pulls your hair, bringing your back to his chest. "Now let me repeat again, what do you say when someone treats you this nicely?"

"Thank you for fucking me so good, Jaemin" Your sentence is rewarded with another thrust. "Thank you so much" you moan out. And finally , Jaemin is satisfied. "You're welcome, pretty"

His hips regain its momentum and he's abusing your hole with his thrusts. Jaemin focuses on chasing his orgasm now, gripping your hips tightly and leaving marks on your soft skin. "Fuck, you feel so good" he groans, throwing his head back. He feels so so good, you think. The way he gripped your hips, his seductive words, and the precise thrusts. This was singlehandedly the best sex you were having in your life. Jaemin leaves trails of wet kisses down your neck, pausing once in a while to groan into your ear. The hand that was grabbing your hair relaxes and makes its way down your clit, rubbing circles.

"Yes yes yes" you cry, feeling your stomach tighten with the incoming orgasm.

"Fuck" Jaemin spits. "Where can I cum, pretty?" He struggles to say, his own incoming orgasm messing his ability to speak.

"Inside. Please cum inside me, Jaemin. Please" The way you begged, the way you began pushing your hips back to meet his thrusts, Jaemin was going insane. His left hand wraps around your waist, holding you tighter against him.

"Fuck, I'm cumming" he moans.

"Me too"

"Cum for me, pretty. Cum on my cock" His lips find its way back to your mouth and you kiss him back. Everything felt too good to be true and finally, you come undone on him. Jaemin spills into your welcoming hole minutes later and the both of you collapse onto the bed. His soft cock slips out of you and you both start to pant.

There's a moment of silence and Jaemin gets out of bed to go to the washroom. The lack of his presence in that minute made your heart clench. The both of you just crossed the line the way your spouses did. Now what?

You don't even have time to think about the consequences when Jaemin comes back with a small wet towel.

"Was I too harsh?" he asks, voice so soft it made your heart clench and melt at the same time. You give him a small smile nd shake your head. "That was the best sex I've ever had"

He smiles in return, placing the wet cloth between your legs and cleaning all the residue.

He takes care of you well after he made you orgasm so hard on his dick. It was such a sweet moment that you contemplate if you should open your mouth and talk or bask in the ambience until the next day. The latter idea sounded so good, but you had to keep yourself grounded.

"Now what" you ask Jaemin. "We're no better than our spouses now. We had sex, they had sex... What now? Do we pretend nothing happened? Go back to our lives and act like this was all a dream?"

Jaemin is quiet. He doesn't know either.

"Do you still love him?"

You pause.

The man you once loved and dreamed of growing old with just played you like a fiddle. He drowned you in sweet lies and indulged you, all as a distraction to hide to fact he was fucking someone behind your back. How could you love someone who toyed with you like that. Despite the years of happiness he gave you, you were uncertain he would even gain your trust again.

You shake your head. "I can't love a man who sees me as an idiot in his sick game. But what about you, do you still love her?"

Jaemin smiles and looks down. But you could see the pain that he hit behind that smile. The look of uncertainty in his eyes. "This isn't the first time... " He says. "Well, it's the first time I actually know she cheated on me. Other times, I just noticed how flirty she got with the men at her office. Right after we got married,  she flaunted her ring to her friends. Now that I think of it, she wasn't just showing off to the girls. She showed off to the men too. It was like some sick game of hers. She was officially taken now, are they still up for the challenge to get her attention?" He looks back up at you. "That's how I saw it. But I was so blind. I was blinded by her sweet smile, the way she reassured me saying it was nothing. And I was a fool to believe her. "

The two of you sat there in silence, dread filling up your systems. The sex you had was great, but it was too soon to help either of you get over what happened today.

"We'll play with them too" You speak, breaking the silence. Jaemin looks at you confused and you elaborate. "We were a pawn in whatever game they're playing. Now we toy with them back. And if they catch us, so what? What are they gonna say? Oh no, how could you do this to me?" You mocked. "But they were the ones fooling around first"

"You want us to go behind their backs as payback?"

You nod.

Jaemin thinks his choices for a second. There's hesitancy in his eyes, but after what seemed like a flashback playing in his mind, he agrees.

"Let's do it"

---

The next morning, Jaemin drives you back home where you see the car you drove to your husband's office parked outside the house. He had called you over 10 times last night and you ignored every single one of them.

"Looks like he's home" you say to Jaemin.

"Want me to walk you in?" he asks and you nod, grateful.

Turning off the engine, Jaemin escorts you to the front door of your own house. The both of you pause in your steps seeing both your spouses sitting on the couch looking disheveled.

"Baby!" your husband exclaims, walking up to you with his arms open and pulling you into a tight hug. "I saw your car at the office last night. I didn't know you came over"

You stiffen, pressing the nail of your thumb into your pointer finger, suppressing your anger as you watched him act innocent.

"Where did you go? I called you so many times last night. The car was there but you were no where to be found" he says.

"I wanted to look for you last night and bumped into Jaemin.... We were about to go into the office building but I started feeling so sick so he drove me to the hospital to have a check up" You explain, looking up at him with the most sorry eyes you could do. "I'm sorry, I should've called you but I was so tired"

"I'm just glad you're okay" he sighs, kissing your head. "So what were you diagnosed with?"

"Food poisoning"

"Oh god... You need to rest, babe. Come, I'll bring you to bed" he holds onto your hand but you stay in place.

"I'm fine now, really. Don't worry" you reassure him with a smile. Then you look over at Hyejoo. "Jaemin is a really kind man. He really took care of me well last night" You shoot a look towards Jaemin who nods.

"Aw, that's so sweet of you, Nana" Hyejoo cheers, reaching up to pinch his cheeks. His body stiffens but both Hyejoo and your husband are none the wiser.

Hyejoo and Jaemin go home after a few more words and your husband insists on you staying in bed. Placing an empty bucket next to your bed, he kisses your forehead and tells you to get well soon. You only know how to smile and close your eyes.

☆

Your revenge plan was set in stone once you've fully 'healed' from your food poisoning and visiting Hyejoo's home became the normal once again. This time, they were so close to finishing their project with just the final touches left.

While the two of them were in Hyejoo's office probably screwing around, you sat on Jaemin's lap in the laundry room, mouths connected and tongues intertwine.

"Fuck... " Jaemin groans, feeling the way you rolled your hips against his Jean clad hard on. "You're driving me insane... "

"Mm... I know.. " you whisper, hand finding its way to the button of his jeans; unbuttoning and unzipping his pants to pull his cock out from his boxers. "I like to see you excited" you peck him on the lips. "Because it makes me excited too" you stroke him slowly, making sure to rub the tip of his dick with the pad of your thumb. When he throws his head back in pleasure, you latch your lips on his neck, kissing and licking the skin. Your pace begins to quicken and the hold Jaemin has on your hips grows tighter as he came closer. His eyes were squeezed shut, teeth chewing on his bottom lip and finally a groan escaping his cherry red lips as he came into your hand.

You drag a finger on the underside of his sensitive and twitching dick, collecting the cum that was dripping from the tip. When his eyes open again and meet yours, you stick your tongue out, dragging the cum covered finger down your tongue, letting him watch you swallow it.

"You're the devil" he mumbles. Your lips curl up. "I know"

Getting up, Jaemin presses his lips against your, holding you in his arms and turning your around until your butt hits the dryer. When he pulls away from your lips, he takes a step back to yank your pants down before making you face the dryer and bending you over.

"I'll never get tired of this ass" he says, giving it a slap. "But most of all" he traces his finger along your underwear, pulling it to the side as his eyes glimmer at the sight of your wet cunt. "I don't think I'll ever get enough of this pussy" He sheathes himself into your hole in one go, grabbing onto your hips with a good pace. He thrusts deep into you with every move of his hips, pounding you just right.

"Don't stop,  don't stop, don't stop" you repeat, gripping onto the dryer, feeling him reach all the right spots. For a man who was fucking you just to get revenge on his cheating wife, he sure was putting passion into it, putting effort into moving his hips with the right pace to make you feel good.

"I'm gonna cum. Are you close, pretty?"

You nod ferociously.

The thrusts of his hips begin to slow and he places a hand under your right thigh, lifting it up against the dryer and splitting you open. He readjusts his stance, pulls his cock out all the way to the tip before shoving it back in. The force of his thrust leaves your mouth agaped in a silent moan. His hips are relentless, and you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

Lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin fills the small room along with pants and groans.

"Fuck!" Jaemin groans, spilling into your hole with his warm load. He doesn't even let himself bask in his orgasm, instead overstimulating himself until he feels you clench around his dick and feels you release all over him.

When he releases your leg, you turn around to face him. He's panting, neck and face gleaming with sweat. You feel a clench in your heart as you examine his soft features, feeling your chest thump with excitement when your eyes meet his and he's smiling at you so sweetly. It makes you smile too. Then you're in your arms, cheek pressed against his chest, feeling him shift around before you feel a small handkerchief being dabbed on your forehead, wiping away your sweat.

"Don't worry, it's clean" Jaemin reassures. You don't even answer, only nodding and enjoying the moment. At that moment, nothing felt better than being in Jaemin's arms.

---

It was the last night you would ever possibly be going over to Jaemin's place. According to your husband, all they had to do was do a final review and this would all be over. Hyejoo was extra pouty today, claiming that she enjoyed working with your husband so much over the course of this project. You couldn't stand the look on her face. The way she pouted and whined about how this all was gonna be over. But you were sad this was about to end too. The future after tonight looking blurry, not exactly sure what would happen next. Your plan so far was to divorce your husband and that was about it. But first, you wanted to get caught; see their reaction and whatever stupid excuse they would say after.

In the kitchen, you and Jaemin prepared a fruit salad to end the night. A tray of strawberries, watermelon and other berries were placed on the counter. The taste of watermelon was sweet against your tongue but not as sweet as the feeling of Jaemin abusing your cunt with his fingers. Your knees buckled, trying to keep your stance but it was too hard when every drag of his fingers in your gummy walls felt like euphoria. "What do you think they'll say when they catch us?" Jaemin asks between kisses. "How would your husband feel, seeing the way his wife crumbles in pleasure by another man. And even worse, when he sees you enjoy me more than him"

You bite your lip, slick leaking around Jaemin's fingers, struggling to even answer him. "I hope he feels embarrassed."

Lost in the way his fingers played with your sensitive spot, the two of you fail to hear the sounds of footsteps entering the kitchen, only being brought back down to earth when Hyejoo screams. "What the fuck!"

The worse part is, Jaemin doesn't stop. Even as the embarrassment begins to sleep through your skin, you say nothing either. It only takes a moment until your legs give out and you release on his fingers. Jaemin brings his lips to his mouth, sucking his fingers and humming in delight before acknowledging the extra presence in the kitchen. "Oh, I didn't see you guys there"

You fix yourself up, putting on a cold demeanor when you lock eyes with your husband who's eyebrows pinched together in confusion.

Hyejoo is humiliated by Jaemin's words. The way he acted like he didn't even notice her despite her scream.

"What the fuck are you doing, Jaemin?" Hyejoo screams again, eyes turning red and wet with tears.

The male shrugs. "Just having fun" he pauses before he locks eyes with your husband instead. "Like the two of you were doing"

Hyejoo takes a good second to react. No words are said but she storms up to Jaemin ready to slap him, but her attempt fails miserably when he catches her wrist before it can even land on his cheek. He pulls in her and you wince, feeling a sting in your heart as you watch.

He leans into her neck, taking a whiff.

"That's not my cologne.. " he mutters, pulling away. Then he brings her wrist in front of him to examine. "And your wedding ring is gone... Where is it, baby" The once sweet pet name now sounded like poison. The words slicing through Hyejoo's victimized face and you notice her gulp.

"You smell like a man, your wedding ring is gone and another man's lips is swollen. Now tell me exactly what you've been doing, Hyejoo." Jaemin stated firmly. "For how many nights under my own roof have you been screwing with another man?"

"You're wrong!" she exclaims. "You prick, I told you we were working"

And as if things couldn't get even more humiliating for the poor girl, Jaemin sneaks a hand under his skirt. But rather than looking embarrassed to be touched with an audience, Hyejoo instead looks defeated.

Jaemin's jaw clenches at the affirmation.

"You're wet. Why."

"Fine!" she finally breaks. "I cheated on you"

"Hyejoo-" your husband interferes and your own jaw clenches at the way he looked at her, ready to shield her from all this humiliation with a look in his eyes that you've never seen before towards you.

"You're just so boring!" she admits, voice cracking and you didn't know if it was because she was guilty or because she's angry she got caught and the fun was all over. "I needed something new. Something to excite me. I needed a thrill."

"So you screwed behind my back because it was... exciting?"

She looks down, and nods.

Jaemin pulls away and takes a step back away from her.

"Get out"

Hyejoo's head shoots up. "W-what?" her eyes are glimmering with tears and her lips trembling.

"I said get out" Jaemin looks over at Sejun. "You too. Everyone but Y/n, get out of my house" He points towards the door.

"But Jaemin.. "

"Now!" He finally breaks, yelling. Hyejoo bites her lips,  stating at Jaemin with rage as if he was being the asshole her. She grabs her purse on the couch and gets ahold of your husband's hand to storm out.

Your legs move quick before your mind even registers it, running to your husband and pulling him out of Hyejoo's grip.

"Y/n I-" his head whips to the side when you slap him right across the face with all the strength you could muster. In front of you was the man you dreamt about for years, the man you trusted with your whole heart. Yet he says nothing to you, letting his mistress drag him out of the house without sparing a moment for you.

"I trusted you" you speak, voice failing you as it cracks and a rush of years fill your eyes faster than your like. "And you play me like a stupid fool for weeks... "

The stupid man says nothing, not even bothering to look back at you and apologize.

"Let's go! " Hyejoo yanks him away and the idiot walks away like you were nothing to him.

The tears flow freely from your eyes now, and you quickly head back into the house before either of them see you in your weakest moment.

When the door slams shut behind you, you're on your knees sobbing into your palm like you did all those nights ago. You hoped that by getting caught with Jaemin, your husband would feel all the pain you felt. But you were terribly wrong. He was nothing but a heartless prick who only liked sex.

And you were the idiot who still chased after him.

Jaemin walks up to your crying figure, taking your arm and pulling you into a tight hug.

"It's okay.. " he coos. He wants to be the strong one, but his own voice is cracking and tears are pouring from his eyes. The both of you were weal and vulnerable.

"I hate this so much" you stutter in between tears. "I still can't believe he did all that. Everything up till now, he's been what I thought was the greatest person of all, but at the end, he discards me like I'm nothing to him. And all for a woman he met months ago" you grip onto Jaemin's shirt. "I want to kill him"

"Don't waste your energy like that" Jaemin says. "We move on from them starting from now. You can cry all you want, as long as you get it all out and you forget that son of a bitch"

Pulling away from Jaemin, you look at him and the way his eyes watered despite his neutral face. Even with how badly hurt he was, he was still trying to be the source of comfort.

A sweet soul like him didn't deserve any of this.

And neither did you.

You and Jaemin sit on the floor for what felt like an hour. At some point, Jaemin moved the two of you towards the back of the couch so that he could rest against something as you leaned against his chest, playing with his fingers.

The storm is your heart had began to fade, now replaced by feeling of being lost and confused.

You and Jaemin were only together just to mess with your cheating partners. And as you lay against him, feeling the way his chest rose and fell everytime he breathed, you felt more comfort than you ever felt with your ex. His presence made you feel heard and protected, recalling all the times he listened as you yapped about a silly topic that your ex didn't always pay attention to. Jaemin made you feel like everything you said was equally as important. He always prioritized your feelings and was focused on comforting you even when he himself had been cheated on.

"Jaemin?" you begin, the man behind you humming in acknowledgement. "tonight has been awful. We just broke up with our long term partners, words have been exchanged, feelings have been hurt. We've been sitting on this hardwood floor for ages without saying a word... Doesn't that feel weird to you?"

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know why I feel so safe and happy when I'm with you, Jaemin. Even before all this revenge fucking or whatever... every moment I spent with you, eating pastries or challenging you to a cooking duel, I felt more alive than I've ever been with my husband. Fuck, I feel so warm and safe in your arms in a way that's so unfamiliar yet inviting. Sure I felt a sense of comfort when I was in a position like this with my ex but this... " you glance down at your hands that were still fiddling with his. "This feels different"

He's quiet and his silence fills you with fread, wondering if your words just ended something else for the second time tonight. Your worries are silenced when Jaemin wraps his arm around your waist and rests his chin on your shoulder.

"I know what you mean" he sighs, eyes falling shut as a wave of guilt crashes over him. "I don't feel any better that I engaged in this just because my own wife was cheating on me as well. It felt like such a guilty pleasure knowing you made my love feel younger and fresh again before I even knew she was cheating. I felt like shit to even think and feel that way, but after all that has happened... I don't regret it at all"

Your head turns, leaving your lips and his inches apart.

"Is this all just a guilty pleasure?"

He stops to think, then nods. "It is"

Your heart tightens.

"But it's a guilty pleasure I'm willing to explore and learn more about. And maybe in the end, it won't be a guilty pleasure anymore. But something else instead"

"May I? " you ask, lips closing in on his after his confession. A feeling of warmth seeps through your chest, a feeling you haven't felt since the day your ex asked you to be his girlfriend. It was a sense of excitement at the adventure that laid ahead, ready to face to new future ahead of you. All you could think about was how you wanted to learn about the man behind you, and when you do, you wanted to share your love with him.

Jaemin hums, a small smile spreading across his cheeks. "You may"

Lips colliding, this kiss this time is soft and gentle. He takes his time to pour his soul into the kiss, focusing on the way you move your lips against his with passion and not lust. He memorizes everything. The way you feel, the way you brushed your tongue against his, the way you held onto his hand, everything.

Even after the toughest night of his life, Jaemin is more sure about whatever this was. He had a lot to learn about you now. What you did in your spare time, what you do when your sad. He wants to start something fresh and with how he feels around you, the way you make him feel joy, he was willing to push through all this pain if it meant he'll be happier than he ever was in the end. He wanted to be happy with you.

[astars-things]

Hi!!! Could I request a Lando x reader based on the Quadrant Hole in the Wall video? Where, because it’s cold, there’s already a bunch of cute moments between Lando and the reader but then she gets dunked and the moment after is even cuter, in which everyone goes crazy over the moment once the video is released. I hope that made sense. Thanks love 💗

here you go babes <3

When Lando came up to you with this quadrant video idea you were sceptical at first and thought it would make a great video, he knew you loved watching from the sidelines, watching the chaos and cheering everyone on from the safety of your little folding chair with snacks.

When he suggested you be in it that was another story "No no absolutely not"  you protested but one flash of his famous puppy eyes and you caved, and that’s how you ended up at the karting track, bundled up in one of Lando’s oversized hoodies, tucked tightly in his arms as cameras were being set up around you.

"Today we're playing whole in a wall but with a twist" Lando spoke to the camera his arms still wrapped securely around you like you might bolt at any second (which wasn’t completely off the table). While Aarva was explaining the rules and going over the three rounds Lando gave you a small kiss on the forehead, "Now the real question is who wants to go first?" Lando asked everyone pointing to each other but most pointed to Ethan 

"Three two one" Max called out and off Ethan went and he made it through no problem, once most of them had gone it was your turn, grabbing one of Landos old F2 helmets and putting it on your head you tilted your head up towards him. "Bub, can you do it up for me?" you asked softly, nerves starting to bubble in your stomach.  He gave you a small kiss on the top of the helmet like you normally do before he got into the car, The group around you let out a collective "Awwww," and you fought the urge to hide behind the visor. 

You sat in the kart, internally panicking and rethinking your life choices, you didn't have much experience with karting maybe ten minutes worth and most of that was spent accidentally bumping into walls. But here you were. Once you heard them scream "one" you were off, the foam wall was getting closer and you panicked serving into the wall at the last minute, Lando quickly rushed over to make sure you were okay 

"Babe! Are you okay?" Lando was at your side within seconds, concern etched across his face as he quickly undid your helmet and pulled it off gently. He pressed a quick kiss to your lips. “You alright?” You nodded, cheeks flushed from embarrassment more than anything. "Yeah, just… maybe not my calling in life."

"To the tank to the tank" You heard Max and Steve yell, you sat on the white ledge with fear written all over your face, "Ria I swear to-" You screamed but soon your body was submerged in the ice cold water 

Lando quickly ran over to help get you out and wrapped you up with a towel that he had under his hoodie to keep warm. He held you close, trying to rub some warmth back into your frozen arms as you shook like a leaf. "Why did I agree to this?" you muttered into his chest, teeth chattering.

"Because you love me," he whispered with a soft smile, holding you even tighter like he could shield you from the cold with sheer willpower. You went into the bathroom to change out of your soaking wet clothes and chucked on some quadrant joggers and the hoodie Lando had been keeping warm for you 

You rejoined the group now with a hot chocolate in your hands that Lando had been stealing sips out of, "fuck off this is my drink" you laughed snatching it back while he pouted dramatically. He responded by wrapping his arms around you again, pressing a wet kiss to your forehead despite your protests.

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@.user Y/N wearing his old F2 helmet is killing me they’re too cute.

@.user2 Petition for Y/N to be in every Quadrant video forever.

→ @.Quadrant we will try and convince her don't worry 

@.user3 I swear this video is just 50% Karting and 50% Lando being soft with Y/N.

please reblog and like 🫶

[cerisereids]

lil spicy blurb based off of this post from @parfaitblogs

warnings- 18+ mdni nsfw I don’t play, s1 spencer, girly!plussize!reader, she/her pronouns, no race descriptors, steamy make out session, dry humping, spencer moans™️, not proofread

a/n- dividers by @bohnerrific69! i was horny when i wrote this i guess bon appetit

“The psychology behind attraction is really fascinating,” Spencer Reid stutters out as you scoot closer to him along the edge of his bed, ever so slightly. How you got here, with Spencer Reid of all people, is baffling, but the gentle thrum through your lower belly spurs you further. Your wrists lock gingerly behind your coworker’s neck, as you bat your eyelashes up at him, “yeah?” you ask voice sweet as honey. You’re not at all interested as you inch just a bit closer.

Spencer swallows anxiously, his right hand resting delicately on your arm, “y-yeah, actually studies show that the brain releases dopamine, oxytocin, and serotonin when people are physically close or intimate-“ your finger presses lightly into the plush of his pink lips, your gaze so charged that the electricity vibrates between the two of you.

“Spencer,” you whisper, “do you want this?”

He nods slightly, your finger still atop his lips. You lower it as you whisper once more, “then maybe we can stop talking about being close and intimate and just…do it?”

His eyes widen, as if he was shocked you’d want him like that. “R-really?” he squeaks, “with me? Y-you don’t have to, I understand if…” he continues to ramble off reason after reason why it would be okay if you don’t want to kiss him. You don’t think there will ever be a time in which you wouldn’t want to kiss him. And so you do.

Spencer’s lips press gently back into yours. It’s an innocent enough kiss to start, your lips meeting delicately, in an almost hesitant exploration of each other. The pit of your belly hums at the contact, and you take the next leap, scooting even closer on the edge of Spencer’s bed, His large hands shakily rise to hug your plush waist, thumbs gently stroking the dips and curves of your body. You hum lightly against his lips, opening your mouth slightly to capture his, deepening the kiss. His hands drop to your thighs, on display now thanks to your floral chiffon dress bunching up around the upper thigh. He rests his forehead against yours, panting heavily. Each warm exhale hits your lips, and your hands delicately cradle his face, your heart pounding against your chest. His eyes face downward, directly at your thighs, the way they mold under his squeezes and caresses. His breath picks up at the sight, and you can hear his own erratic heartbeat mix with yours, his cheeks painted with the cutest flushed tint.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers against your lips, his swollen ones ghosting over yours, tantalizing, teasing. Your cheeks burn with want as his face buries itself in your neck, placing gentle pressure the spot where your neck meets your shoulder.

“Oh,” you choke out, and Spencer clings to you, his arms traveling up your back to settle at the base of your neck, holding you close.

“There’s also many studies…” he huffs out between breaths, “on pheromones and what they can do to the human subconscious-“

“Spencer,” you nearly moan out, pulling him out from your neck, gripping smashing your lips to his once more. His lips are plump and soft as they move against yours, your heart racing with a burning sensation you’ve never felt with anyone else. He chokes out a moan of his own against your lips, and you swing both of your legs to rest on each side of his thighs, plopping your plush ass down onto his thighs.

His mouth drops open and he nearly whines at the contact. His hands sink into your soft skin as he pulls you closer, dragging your most sensitive parts against the strained fabric of his jeans. “Oh my God,” he groans through gritted teeth, his eyes squeezing shut as he continues to nearly devour your mouth. Your tongues graze ever so slightly as his mouth opens further, taking as much of you as he possibly can.

You rock your hips back and forth some more, as the ever growing burn in the pit of your stomach grows with the friction. The whimpers and moans that bounce off of his mouth into yours make your back arch as you press against him even harder, desperate to share as many inches of yourself as possible. A small string of spit connects your mouths as you break apart and kiss, and break apart and kiss. You begin to place small pecks to his lips, catching his big, brown, puppy dog eyes looking back at you, a haze of desire clouding his gaze. Your forehead rests against his as you take each other in, hearts pounding against each other, pants mixing.

“Can we do this all night?” Spencer breathes against your lips, tone innocent enough, but his eyes shone with a glint of rebellion that had you flopping backward onto his bed, pulling him on top of you.

[tortillamastersblog]

The Moment I Knew | Sam Carpenter

Pairing: Sam Carpenter x reader

Warnings: none :)

Summary: You love Sam with all your heart, and after three years of being with her, you suddenly feel like you can’t wait a second longer to ask her to marry you.

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“Babyyy,” Sam whines playfully, making me chuckle in my high chair at the kitchen island.

It’s late, almost eleven, but because Sam and I had Tara, Mindy, Anika, and Chad over for dinner, I didn’t get a chance to answer some important emails yet.

It’s Friday, and I won’t be back in the office or on my computer until Monday, so I have to answer all of them now.

“I’ll be right with you,” I say with a gentle smile when Sam emerges from the bedroom, dressed only in one of my oversized shirts. Her hair falls down one side of her neck in messy waves, and she pouts as she makes her way over to me, going behind me and snaking her arms around my middle and resting her chin on my shoulder to watch what I’m doing while her hands slip under my hoodie, her fingers skimming over my skin in a gentle touch.

It’s not sexual, I realize fairly quickly when she doesn’t start planting kisses on my neck like she normally would. It seems like she just wants to be close to me so I tilt my head to the side to touch my temple against her cheek before continuing typing.

“What are you even doing?” she asks curiously flattening her warm hands on my stomach.

I sigh tiredly and press the heels of my hands against my eyes before returning to typing. "I just reviewed a bunch of cost reviews and am now writing an email to our cost engineers about what changes they can approve to R&D," I explain, which makes her hum.

She nestles her face against the side of my neck and takes a deep breath, almost as if breathing me in, before tightening her hold on me and watching as I finish up work.

I quickly finish my email and make sure I don’t have anything else to review or reply to before finally shutting my laptop with a sigh.

Realizing I’m done, Sam perks up and lifts her chin from my shoulder.

“Bed?” she whispers, raking her nails over my stomach, making me shudder.

I hum in agreement and tap her hands over my hoodie before slipping off the chair and turning around in her arms so her hands rest on my lower back. I smile at the way her sleepy eyes fixate on me, watching my every move as I step closer, cup her cheeks, and dip my head to peck her lips softly.

She makes a quiet sound of approval and pulls me even closer when I try to break the kiss, moving her lips against mine in a slow, sensual way.

Even after more than three years together, kissing her still makes me weak in the knees. And when she pulls back a moment later, I’m the one chasing her lips, making her chuckle quietly.

I grumble playfully and peck her lips a couple more times, which makes her smile before we eventually break apart completely.

“Bed?” I repeat her own words back to her, making her nod and disconnect from me. She grabs my hand and pulls me toward the bedroom.

She stops right in front of the door, though, and turns back around with a frown. “Wait, the dishes.”

I huff in amusement and kiss the top of her head, smoothing my hands down her arms. “I did them while you were getting ready for bed.”

Her expression shifts, guilt flickering across her face, and she fists the front of my hoodie in her hands and tugs me closer. “I told you I’d do them,” she says quietly.

Every time I do something around the apartment, she hates it. Not because she doesn’t appreciate it, but because I work a lot, and she doesn’t want me taking on chores on top of everything else. But I honestly don’t mind. She works a lot too, at the café, and she’s about to graduate with her degree in photography. If I’m home and I get the chance, I want to do everything I can to make her life easier.

“It’s fine,” I reassure her, but she’s not having it. Her frown deepens, and her eyes glisten like she’s close to tears. It’s the same expression she always gets when we have this conversation. But it is fine. I don’t mind cooking, doing the dishes, or throwing in a load of laundry every now and then.

I love her, and I’d do anything to make things easier for her, whether it’s working twelve-hour days so we can afford a vacation together or simply doing the dishes after a long day like today, when all we want to do is go to bed.

I exhale softly and press a lingering kiss to her forehead. “I don’t mind,” I murmur. “I like taking care of you.”

Her hands tighten in the fabric of my hoodie, her breathing uneven for a moment. Then, she exhales, her forehead dropping against my chest.

“I just don’t want you to do everything,” she mumbles.

I let out a quiet chuckle, stroking a hand down her back. “I don’t. Just… the things that make your life easier.”

She lifts her head, looking up at me with a tender expression, until, finally, nodding and tugging me into the dark bedroom again.

I quickly get ready for bed in the en-suite before joining Sam. She’s already snuggled up in bed, her face buried in my pillow, eyes closed.

The city outside is still alive, as always, lights twinkling in the dark even as rain starts to fall, a few drops sliding down the floor-to-ceiling windows. Being this high up, we have the perfect view of it all.

Hearing me come back, Sam lifts her head and smiles tiredly, opening the covers for me to slip under with her. As soon as I settle on my back, she shuffles on top of me with little grunts of effort, like even the smallest movements are exhausting. When she finally exhales and slips her arms underneath my shoulders, she lets out a satisfied sigh.

The weight of her on my chest and the warmth she radiates after showering earlier makes me realize just how tired I am. Because we watch something every night before bed, I ask if she wants to put something on, but she surprisingly denies.

“Just wanna cuddle,” she whispers, pressing a kiss to my throat that makes me melt.

“Okay.” I agree quietly, wrapping my arms around her and running my hands up and down her back over the fabric of my shirt.

“I love you,” she mumbles a couple of moments later, already half asleep, and even though she says it constantly, right now, for some reason, it makes my chest tighten with realization.

I want to marry her.

I’ve known it since we got together because I’ve been in love with her since we were kids, but right now, it really hits me—I want to marry her.

I want to marry her right now, in this moment, alone in our bedroom, cuddled up under the sheets like any other night.

She’s everything I’ve ever wanted.

The thought makes my heart skip a beat, and I only manage to croak out a quiet, “I love you, too,” before blinking back tears at my realization. Any other time, Sam would have noticed how off I am, but she’s right on the brink of falling asleep, so she doesn’t comment on it.

She just exhales deeply, sinks into me even more, and then she’s gone.

I hold her tighter, pressing a kiss to her temple and closing my eyes, breathing in the lingering scent of the soap she always uses.

I want to marry her.

The thought circles through my mind as I stare at the ceiling, making me feel warm and tingly until I realize I still need to buy a ring and ask her.

Shit. I need a ring.

I won’t be able to sneak off this weekend because we both took it off, but on Monday, I’ll get out of work early and find one.

Before I do that, I’ll have to ask Tara for permission and maybe even see if she wants to come along. I’m sure she’ll say yes. She loves Sam and keeps telling us to just get married already, so I know it’ll go well.

A small smile tugs at my lips at the thought of her reaction, and a few minutes later, exhaustion finally catches up to me. I drift off with Sam’s grounding weight on top of me and her steady breath warm against my neck.

I grumble when I wake up to a sudden weight on my stomach and squint against the sun streaming in through the windows.

“Mhmm… Sammy,” I mumble, turning my head in an attempt to bury my face in the pillow.

“Wake up, baby,” Sam prompts quietly, leaning down to nudge my cheek with her nose.

I huff and slide my hands up her thighs, still keeping my eyes closed. “’S too early.”

“No, it’s not. It’s almost ten,” she retorts, amusement laced in her voice as she starts pressing kisses to my cheek, along my jaw, then onto my lips.

I grimace, not ready to get up yet, but I kiss her back anyway, even though it’s lazy.

It’s a simple movement of lips against each other and doesn’t last very long. Sam pulls back sooner than expected, which makes me open my eyes to find her dark gaze already on me, a soft smile playing on her lips.

“Good morning,” she whispers, her hair falling around her face and shielding us from the outside world.

The memory of my epiphany last night makes me smile too. I squeeze her thighs gently and tilt my chin up to peck her lips again, my tiredness already fading.

“Morning. What do you want to do today?”

Sam frowns in thought and brings her hands up to graze her fingers against the side of my neck. “Do you wanna go out for breakfast? I’m in the mood for some loaded bagels. And then maybe we can go for a run this afternoon and make lasagna for dinner?”

“Hmm. Sounds like a plan,” I say, smiling up at her for a moment longer, watching as her eyes light up before flipping us around and capturing her lips in a passionate kiss, swallowing her surprised squeak at our sudden change in position.

She doesn’t protest, though, and keeps kissing me before giggling when I slide my hands under her shirt. I forget sometimes that she’s ticklish, but the sound of her laugh just makes me smile too. I pull back and watch her cock her head to the side, reaching up to brush a strand of hair off my forehead.

“I thought we were going to get breakfast,” she says, squirming slightly when I slide my hands higher underneath her—well, my—shirt, running my fingers over her ribs while her legs wrap around my hips and pull me closer despite what she just said.

“Mhmm, but not just yet,” I tease, which makes her chuckle before pulling me down for another heated kiss.

One kiss turns into another, then another, until the teasing shifts into something deeper and slower. Her fingers thread through my hair as I press my body into hers, hands exploring and breaths mingling. The lazy morning stretches on as we lose ourselves in each other, wrapped up in warmth and soft touches until we finally get up to take a shower together before heading out for breakfast.

I drum my fingers against my steering wheel, nervously glancing around as if I’m doing something wrong when, in reality, I’m just waiting in my car for Tara to get out of class.

It’s Monday now, and I need Tara’s help picking out a ring, so I got off work earlier, like I planned, to catch her right as class ends.

I wait a couple more minutes until Tara finally comes into sight, ambling out of one of the university buildings with Anika, who’s got her arm slung lazily over Tara’s shoulders.

They’re giggling about something I’ll probably never get to hear, but when they spot me stepping out of the car, their laughter shifts into curiosity. Then it brightens into surprise.

“Y/N?” Anika asks, brows raised as Tara hugs me without hesitation. “What are you doing here? Come to give us a ride?”

I chuckle, a little nervous, hugging Anika as soon as Tara lets go.

“Actually… no. I came to steal Tara for the afternoon.”

Tara raises a brow, her smile teasing. “Oh really? What for?”

I hesitate for half a second. If Anika knows, Mindy will know. And Chad? Chad will find out before I can even blink. I want to keep this quiet for now.

Tara notices the pause. Her smile softens into something gentler. “You know what? Never mind. Surprise me.”

She turns to Anika with a quick squeeze. “I’ll see you at home?”

Anika groans about having to take the subway alone but shrugs it off, hugging Tara one last time before waving and heading down the sidewalk.

Once we’re alone in the car, Tara settles into the passenger seat and turns toward me with curious eyes.

“So… what’s going on?”

I pull onto the road, heading downtown.

“I need your help with something,” I say, glancing her way. She’s got her hands resting quietly in her lap, waiting for me to explain.

“I’m going to propose to Sam. And I need your help picking out a ring.”

Tara gasps. Then she squeals, grabbing my arm.

“You’re proposing? When?”

I laugh, my heart thudding. “I don’t know yet.”

“What do you mean you don’t know? Do you have a plan? When did this happen? I mean, I always knew you two would end up married, but now?”

“We’re not getting married right now,” I say quickly, even though just saying the word makes me feel like I’m floating. “It just kind of hit me the other night. We were in bed, just cuddling, and all of a sudden I knew. I want to spend the rest of my life with her. I want to take care of her and make her happy. I don’t have a plan yet. I just know I want to be ready when the right moment comes.”

There’s a pause. When I stop at a red light, I glance at her and find her staring at me with teary eyes.

“You are literally perfect for her,” she whispers, her voice cracking. Then she starts laughing, wiping at her eyes before diving into a stream of proposal ideas.

She goes on and on, from rooftop candlelight to some dramatic beach moment in the south of France.

I just smile and nod, letting her excitement carry us forward. Even though I always knew Tara would be supportive, there was a small part of me that worried she might think it was too soon. But clearly, she’s all in.

We reach the jewelry stores, and after what feels like forever of comparing options and debating settings, we finally find the one.

A simple, elegant gold band with a small round diamond in the center, flanked by two smaller ones set into the band. Classic, understated, and beautiful. Just like Sam.

Tara holds it up to the light, nodding like she’s found the Holy Grail. “She’s going to lose her mind,” she says with a grin.

“I hope so,” I reply, my chest already full.

Of course, Tara decides her expert help deserves dinner, so she invites herself over. We stop by the grocery store, grabbing everything we need for carbonara, before heading home to the apartment Sam and I share.

She’s already home when we get back, stepping out of the bedroom with damp hair and a makeup-free face, dressed in shorts and an oversized hoodie. When she sees Tara and me, she doesn’t even question her being here. She just pecks my lips in passing on the way to the kitchen and asks, “What groceries did you get for dinner?”

“We’re making carbonara. How was your day?” I ask, following her into the kitchen. Tara trails behind me, buzzing with excitement, which makes it ten times harder to act normal. The weight of the ring in my pocket has my hands sweating, but I ignore it as I start unpacking the groceries.

Sam hums, says "yum," and hops onto the kitchen counter, telling us about her day, which was pretty uneventful, while Tara and I cook. Well—I cook. Tara stirs the pasta so it doesn’t stick to the bottom of the pot while I cut the guanciale and grate the cheese.

Then, out of nowhere, Sam asks, “Wait. What were you and Tara doing today? I thought we weren’t supposed to see each other until tomorrow night?“

I freeze. Tara glances at me with a barely restrained grin, which instantly makes Sam go still too.

She stops swinging her legs and sits on her hands, frowning slightly. “What? Am I missing something?”

“No, no,” I say quickly, trying to play it cool, but my voice comes out too high. Tara’s grin widens, not helping at all.

Sam slips off the counter and tugs on my shirt to get me to face her, since I turned back to the stove to hide my flushing face.

I slowly turn, shooting Tara a glare before meeting Sam’s eyes.

“What is it?” she asks quietly, fingers tugging at the hem of my shirt. It makes me flinch, only because her hand is way too close to my pocket. She notices, and her face falls a little. It looks like she thinks I’m pulling away from her, and that makes my heart lurch.

Panic crawls up my chest and I look at Tara again, not surprised when I see she’s practically vibrating with amusement.

I sigh and take Sam’s hands in mine.

Why wait?

I have the ring. I never said I needed a plan. I just wanted to be ready, and right now, everything feels right.

We’re home, Sam’s comfortable, and she’s surrounded by the people who love her most in the world.

I squeeze her hands and give Tara a look. Her eyes widen and she steps back so I can move away from the counter.

I let go of Sam’s hands briefly to turn off the stove. Then I take a deep breath.

“Y/N?” Sam asks, brow furrowed, about to kneel with me when I drop down. I shake my head with a watery smile and gesture for her to stay standing.

When I get down on one knee, it hits her. Her eyes widen as her hands fly up to cover her mouth. She glances at Tara, who’s already pulled out her phone and hit record.

“Do you remember Friday night when we were cuddling?” I start, voice shaky. She looks at me again, eyes wide, but I keep going before she can answer.

“You were sprawled out on top of me like you always are. But that night, I realized I didn’t want to spend another night without knowing you’re mine forever.”

She lets out a soft, watery laugh behind her hands.

“I’ve always known I wanted to marry you. But that was the moment I knew I wanted it soon. So after the weekend, I picked up Tara and asked her to help me find a ring.”

I pull the box from my pocket. A tear slips down my cheek, but weirdly, I’m calm now. My heart’s steady because I know she’ll say yes.

“You are the love of my life. After everything we’ve been through, all I want is to give you the peace and the love you deserve. So... Sammy, will you marry me?”

She’s crying. Ugly crying. But then she drops her hands and says yes, of course I’ll marry you, before cupping my face and bending down to kiss me.

Her hair brushes against my cheeks and her tears drip onto my skin, but I just kiss her back, holding the ring box, with my heart happily fluttering in my chest.

When she pulls away, she’s still crying, and I look at her for permission before gently taking her hand and sliding the ring onto her finger.

Then I stand, and we kiss again. It’s not intense or wild because Tara’s still here, and we’re both too happy to stop smiling.

After a moment of quiet, forehead to forehead, Tara throws her arms around us and squeals.

“You guys are getting married!”

Sam and I lock eyes and start laughing.

“Yeah,” I say, cheeks aching from smiling. “Looks like it.”

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This one’s been sitting in my drafts for a long time, but I finally finished it.

Hope you guys liked it ❤️

[iamtired10]

sugar, spice, and everything...?

pairing - pham hanni x female reader

genre - fluff.

synopsis - you were trying your best to read your book in peace, but with hanni sitting beside you with a bunch of candies, your quiet evening was a thing of the past.

warnings - candy kisses, hanni being playfully sulky and dramatic, hyein walking in at the worst (or best) moment, a bit of swearing (?), cringe, don't read it, my failed project

word count - 1k

a/n - draft - 01

this is my last update of the month.

you’d had a long day—like the kind of day that makes you dream of nothing more than a cozy blanket. a good book. and absolute peace.

so you’d settled yourself comfortably in your little reading nook, sighing in relief as you opened to the first page, savoring the silence that finally blanketed the room.

perfect.

only… silence never lasted long with pham hanni around.

“whatcha reading?” she asked, plopping down beside you, her voice bright with interest.

you glanced up, trying to keep your reaction neutral. “just…a book. needed something relaxing after today.”

“uh-huh,” she said, like she’d heard but totally ignored the part where you were trying to relax.

instead, her eyes sparkled as she held up a bag stuffed with candy. “well, you know what makes a good book better? candy.”

you held back a sigh, barely turning the page. “enjoy, i guess.”

she giggled, plopping closer, the scent of fruity candies wafting your way as she unwrapped a piece and popped it in her mouth, crunching happily as if your mere presence made the treat better.

but when she tried leaning over to talk to you, you didn’t look up—still too caught in the chapter you’d just started.

and hanni, being hanni, wasn’t having that.

“oh, so we’re ignoring people now?” she huffed, her lower lip jutting out as she peeled back the wrapper of another piece, holding it near your mouth.

“babe. here. open up.”

you shot her a look, lips pressed together, but there was no way to say no to those hopeful eyes.

so you obliged, letting her press the candy between your lips, and you gave her a quick smile before turning back to the book.

but hanni was watching you carefully, studying you like you were a stubborn puzzle she just had to solve.

“wow, the book must be really amazing if you’d rather stare at it than me,” she grumbled, poking your arm.

you raised an eyebrow, but before you could reply, she yanked the book out of your hands, clutching it to her chest like she’d just won some kind of battle.

“are you serious right now?”

she looked at you, an exaggerated pout on her face, her eyes dramatically wide and wounded. “i am heartbroken,” she declared.

“here i am, trying to share candy and cuddle, and you’re over here acting like some tragic main character, glued to a book instead of your own girlfriend. this is betrayal.”

you just stared, lips pressed into a firm line of confusion, wondering if she was for real. “…babe, give the book back.”

“not until you pay attention to me!” she argued, straddling your lap and effectively trapping you in place.

she crossed her arms, looking every bit like a sulky child who wasn’t about to let you win.

“are you serious?”

“dead serious. i want attention,” she said, leaning close, a smirk forming. “and now that i’ve got it, you’re not getting away that easily.”

rolling your eyes, you tried to stay exasperated, but she was just too cute—and she knew it.

hanni wiggled in your lap, unwrapping another candy, and you watched as she chewed it slowly, her eyes glinting with mischief.

she leaned forward, close enough that you could feel her breath, and before you could react, she pressed her lips to yours, the taste of cherry lingering as she stole a brief, sweet kiss.

“see? this is way better than reading,” she murmured, the slightest hint of smug satisfaction coloring her tone.

your eyes narrowed, but she only laughed, popping a lollipop from her stash and twirling it like it was part of some grand plan.

“oh, and this? i’m calling it the ‘attention-getter,’” she said, waving the lollipop teasingly before tapping it against your neck, painting your skin with a sticky, fruity trail.

“oops.”

you gave her a look of disbelief, watching as she brushed her lips over the spot she’d just marked. “now, that is an artistic touch,” she said, grinning up at you as if she’d just created a masterpiece.

“is this a whole performance?”

“mhm, a little drama for effect,” she replied, pretending to be deeply thoughtful.

she leaned in closer, the lollipop tracing a new path down your neck, stopping just over your pulse.

your eyes fluttered, trying to keep calm as she brushed a gentle kiss over the candy-marked spot, then another, her lips dragging slowly, sending warmth through you.

she pulled back slightly, still perched in your lap, eyes sparkling with amusement at your exasperated face. “ah, there’s that expression! finally paying attention to me now, huh?”

“oh, i’m paying attention all right,” you muttered, trying to hide the fluster creeping up your cheeks.

“good,” she replied, voice soft and victorious, planting another candy-flavored kiss on the corner of your mouth.

then she leaned back, still grinning. “better than any book, right?”

you sighed, accepting defeat. “fine, you win. happy now?”

“ecstatic,” she purred, giving you another peck as her fingers traced small circles along your arm.

“but we’re not done here.”

she tilted your chin, a lollipop still clutched in her other hand, her eyes dancing with a playful, sugary mischief as she pressed a final, lingering kiss on your lips, then back to your neck.

and just as you thought you could relax into the moment, the door flung open, and a voice burst in.

“babies, dinner’s—”

hyein’s sentence cut off as she took in the scene before her: pham hanni draped across your lap, marking your neck, while you sat there with the most unimpressed look of the century.

hyein blinked, frozen in the doorway, her face morphing from surprise to sheer horror as she processed the sight. “oh my.. fucking god...”

you shot hanni a look, but she burst into laughter, covering her face with her hand.

“hanni…” you muttered, absolutely mortified.

hyein shook her head dramatically, raising her hands as if warding off the scene before her.

“MINJI UNNIE, YOU’RE PAYING FOR MAKING ME COME HERE!”

she yelled, already halfway out the door.

the door shut with a loud click, and you and hanni exchanged looks.

she reached for your hand, a glint of pride in her eyes. “so… ready to ignore books for a while?”

“just maybe,” you teased, wrapping your arms around her, letting yourself get lost in her laughter, realizing that, yeah, this was definitely better than any book.

[jupitersun18]

I know the End

Pairing: Jack Abbot x Oc!

Summary: When Jack sends his girlfriend outside not knowing the monster waiting for her

Author's Note: This is my first The Pitt story so bear to me and I know it's very dramatic but who doesn't love that.

Warnings: Language, Gruesome Words, Guns

The cold waler dripped down chloe’s face and she breathed heavily looking at the water spin around the drain in the sink, she just lost her third patient and the tension in the air was getting tighter and tighter, she heard more yelling outside and for a minute chloe wanted to hide in the bathroom and stay until everything stopped.

But she knew a lot of people counted on her so she took a deep breath and walked out the bathroom, “hey you good” jack asked her, chloe nodded not knowing if she started to talk she would start crying “i talked to robby and you’re getting moved outside” jack said.

Chloe gaped at her boyfriend “jack i can do this” chloe told him, jack placed his hands around her neck and put his thumbs on her cheek rubbing softly “i never said you did but i need you outside cause if you start to lose it then i can’t focus” jack said.

Chloe sighed then she nodded and jack leaned down and kissed her, chloe reached up and placed a hand on his cheek, “i love you” chloe told jack after being the first one to break away from the kiss “i love you always” jack said.

Chloe felt a strand of hair tickle her cheek as the wind blew alongside the echo of the yelling inside “hey it’s been quiet out here so we’re gonna check inside” a swat man said and before chloe could say anything they left “okay” chloe mumbled as she wrung her hands together making the latex on her gloves bunch up.

Chloe scanned outside and thought she didn’t see anything at first until she did a double take when she saw a figure walking up to the hospital.

Chloe noticed he was walking slow so she jogged over to him “sir are you hurt” Chloe asked as she got closer to the man.

“Yes” the man mumbled as Chloe scanned the man from head to toe “okay let's get you inside” Chloe said but as Chloe went to turn around the man grabbed into her arm making her look at him.

Chloe froze as she heard the click of the safety clip on the gun “you're the..” Chloe started to say.

Chloe froze, she didn't know what to say or do all she could think about her family inside the hospital “okay you said you needed help so let me help you okay” Chloe said putting her hands up to show she's not going to hurt him.

“Okay” the man said hesitant as he lowered the gun but he switched and held the gun to her face “go lock the doors and if I see anybody close I will shoot until I see your goddamn brains” the man demanded.

Chloe tried to hide her whimper as she slowly turned and started walking towards the sliding doors with the gun pressed up against her back.

Chloe watched as the first slide opened and she looked around and found the emergency close button for the second slide, chloe slammed her hand against the button and a loud bell echo outside and inside the hospital.

All the doctors flinched at the loud sound and they all looked towards the doors, Chloe watched as jack looked at the doors for a second before he realized who was behind the door.

“Hey” jack yelled as he got closer to the doors and slammed his hand on the door, “back the fuck up” the shotter yelled holding his gun to Chloe's head.

Chloe watched as other doctor’s walked closer, she saw langdon move mel behind him and santos place herself in front of javadi and whittaker.

“I'm going to say this once, keep everybody away from outside and if I see anything I will blow her head off and you'll be washing her brains off the pavement” the shooter yelled.

Chloe whimpers as she felt the gun press hard into her head, Jack snarled as he glared at the man.

The shooter smirked at Jack then backed up and yanked chloe back and outside.

“Call off the ambulances now” Robby demanded, Robby watched the swat team run the hallway and towards the door.

“Why the fuck are you not outside, you're job is to protect us and your inside while a doctor is outside a hostage” jack yelled at the boss of the swat team.

“We were checking on a friend we didn't know so back off” the swat member said as he pushed Jack back, jack swiped his hand away and before Jack could swing at the man, robby pulled him back.

“McKay I know everybody's going to be freaking out but I need you to run this and help the patients” Robby said, McKay nodded and took off with some med students.

“What the fuck do we do” Jack demand, “I don't know” Robby said rubbing his head.

Jack and Robby watched the swat team “make sure nobody comes to this hospital and we'll take care of this” a swat member told the doctors before they walked off, jack scoffed as he paced back and forth.

Chloe wiped her tears as she watched the shooter mess around with his gun “what's your name” Chloe asked making the shooter look at her.

“Scott” Scott answered bluntly, “why did you do it” chloe asked making scott scoff at her “gee where should i start people are assholes and when i shoot them all i hear is silence, in fact i love seeing their heads fly back in fact it gives me pleasure” scott said, his dark eyes staring into chloe’s light eyes soaked with tears.

“So what the hell do you need me for huh, you said you like silence so why don’t you fucking kill yourself and be done with it” chloe demanded, her words feeling sour as she spitted them out.

Scott started to laugh “you think i haven’t thought about that yet, i figured i would shoot a couple of doctors before the end but you'll do” scott said making chloe sob as scott laughed at her.

“Anything” dana whispered to robby, he shook his head at her as they turned to look at jack who was standing still by the doors, “hey brother” robby said walking to stand beside him.

“I pushed her outside because if she stays in here with me i'll constantly worry about her, look where that got me” jack said, robby put his hand on jack’s back for comfort.

“How are we with patients” robby asked dana as he left jack for some space “everything has calmed down since we haven’t gotten any new patients” dana answered.

Robby watched mel walk back to stand beside langdon as she wiped away tears “are you okay” robby asked her, mel nodded “yeah i’m just worried about her” mel answered.

Robby gave her a comforting smile “she'll be okay” robby said, but he knew nobody believed him since robby didn’t believe himself.

Scott rummaged through equipment that was left outside “aha” scott said holding up something, “i need the channel you guys talk to” scott said, chloe started to shake her head but scott raised his gun “channel six” chloe said making scott smile at her.

Scott switched to the channel and handed her the radio “since i like you so much i’ll let you talk to your beloved” scott said handing her the walkie talkie.

“Hello is anybody there” chloe’s voice echoed through the silent hospital “is that” mckay started to say, jack sprinted over to the walkie talkie and pressed the button “chloe baby is that you” jack asked, his voice scratchy as he held down his tears.

Chloe started to sob hearing his voice static through through the talkie “he’s making me say goodbye to you” chloe said, jack ignored the gasps behind him.

“So let’s not give him the satisfaction okay because we’re going to see eachother again do you hear me” jack said, he started to breath heavily trying to hide his tears.

“Wow that’s some guy” scott said making chloe glare at him, “you better be waiting for me when i get there” chloe said smiling through her tears, “with my arms wide open” jack said.

Scott made a wrap it motion “i didn’t know i was breathless until i met you jack, you are the reason why i breathe every day and i didn’t believe in love until i met you, jack abbot i will love you always” chloe said through her sobs.

Jack put his hands over his hand as he muffled his sobs and before he could say anything “sorry to break this up but i’m getting bored bye jack” scott said cuttting off the walkie talkie, “no” jack yelled, he threw the walkie talkie at the door “goddammit” jack yelled.

“Well that’s done and over with” scott said throwing the walkie talkie “any last words to me” scott asked, chloe wiped her tears “yeah go fuck yourself” chloe answered kicking his chest.

Scott gasped at the impact, chloe punched him as scott grabbed her, they both fell to the floor as the gun clattered on the pavement.

Chloe quickly got up and ran to the gun but scott grabbed her hair hard and yanked her to the floor, scott grabbed the gun and chloe stood up and grabbed his arm as she crouched down and flew him over her shoulder.

Scott landed hard and chloe went to get the gun but scott grabbed her leg making chloe fall, scott dragged chloe makin her skin drag alongside the pavement.

Chloe tried to reach for the gun but scott stomped his boot on chloe’s hand, scott grabbed the gun as chloe turned to look at the sky.

Chloe looked at the stars as scoot came into her vision raising his gun to her face, chloe closed her eyes and a gun release echoed through the hospital.

Jack froze in his spot as he watched his friends collapse beside him, mel hugged langdon as santos covered her mouth as whittaker threw his arm around her shoulder as they quietly sobbed.

Mckay turned away as javadi rubbed her arm and mohan hugged dana who was crying with hands covering her face, robby turned to look at his best friend who was frozen in place ”jack” robby said his voice breaking as he walked up to jack and hugged him.

Swat pounded on the doors making some stop their crying to open the doors, both of the doors opened and jack waited for a second before he sprinted outside.

Chloe got herself up and she heard sprinting nearing her “jack” chloe yelled watching the man run to her, jack sobbed as he kissed her hard.

Chloe hid her wince as she kissed him back, jack pulled away and chloe smiled at him then she grabbed his arms as she felt herself get dizzy, jack picked her up bridal style and rushed inside.

Chloe winced as she opened her eyes to the bright light, she slowly raised her head and looked around her room seeing a whole bunch of flowers and balloons, chloe turned to her side and saw her boyfriend sitting in a chair beside her while holding her hand.

Chloe slowly let go of his hand and she watched jack shot up, chloe giggled as he squinted half asleep before realizing what was happening.

Jack kissed her while chloe giggled “hi baby” chloe said smiling at him “ i missed you so much baby” jack said, chloe looked at jack with love in her eyes.

“ i love you always” jack told chloe leaning his forehead against hers, chloe smiled at him and connected their lips, the hospital room shined with sun as the couple comforted each other inthe room.

That's it y'all I hope you enjoyed it

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[456-is-the-way]

HI I SAW YOUR POST! Can I request a Alastor x reader where reader is easily flustered and Alastor just loves that. so every chance he gets he will do some flirty stuff (twirling, ear whispers, ect) bonuses points if reader gets backed up against the wall... K THANKS BYE!

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A/N: MY FIRST Hazbin request!! Oh I love Alastor so much!! I hope you like it! I have more requests to come with him and more characters!!

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Prompt: Can I request a Alastor x reader where reader is easily flustered and Alastor just loves that. so every chance he gets he will do some flirty stuff (twirling, ear whispers, ect) bonuses points if reader gets backed up against the wall...

Warning: Suggestive Themes

The Radio Demon had many hobbies he enjoyed beyond the regularly scheduled broadcasts. A new one developed meeting (Y/n) (L/n). It was his little game now teasing this little demon. She had decided to visit the hotel after the previous extermination day. The fight between heaven and this odd bunch of sinners sparked an interest in the overall vision of redemption.

The first few days (Y/n) caught glimpses of the famous Overlord who managed the Hazbin Hotel. She could not deny her curiosity about Alastor was more than an innocent one. His power attracted (Y/n) and Alastor is no fool noticing her attention in the first few interactions. It thrilled Alastor in his ability to fluster this sinner with a simple glance.

As time passed more physical contact was added to his teasing. A brush of his hand, a whisper in her ear, or more boldly gripping (Y/n)’s hips making the excuse she is in the way of his path. Today he decided to visit the lobby where his favorite toy is ordering a mixed drink at the bar.

(Y/n) took a seat leaning against the bar speaking with Husk about random things when she noticed a tall figure heading towards her. (Y/n)’s eyes slowly tranced up Alastor’s body from head to toe. A noticeable dust of red coats the demon's cheeks.

“Find my body interesting?” Alastor grins unable to hold such flirtatious comments back since it pulled a delicious reaction from (Y/n). The poor woman became a stuttering mess being caught shamelessly undressing the Radio Demon with her eyes. “I would let you take a picture but we both know this face was made for radio only.” He sat down waving Husk to make the usual drink.

“I-I was not looking at you, Alastor. You are getting a little cocky aren't you?” She replied weakly. Alastor chuckled leaning closer and brushing a few strands of hair out of (Y/n)'s face. He pressed his fingers under her chin and lifted her head.

“We both know that's a lie. You love what I have to offer.” He leans in feeling her body tense. “Oh calm down, darling. You are more than welcome to touch me. Anywhere your naughty little fingers can grasp. But some areas may require two hands being...extra large.”

She gulps feeling her entire body temperature rise, her heart wildly thumps against her chest, and the poor sinner's face matches Alastor’s crimson-red theme. “S-Shut up. I…How big are-” (Y/n) quickly stood her imagination running ramped with thoughts of Alastor’s body and what exactly he meant by some parts are larger… “I-I have to go! I think I hear Charlie calling me.” She made a quick dash towards the hall planning to take the elevator to her room.

Unfortunately Alastor did not plan on letting that happen. A squeal escaped her lips suddenly being spun around pressed against the wall. “A-Alastor.” She whispered her back pressed against the wall his chest pressed against hers. There was no escape from him. Alastor placed both hands on either side of (Y/n)’s head. He grinned those eyes held such a lustful gaze.

“Yes? Can I help you with something cutie?” He purres bitting at (Y/n)’s ear pulling a whine of pleasure out. “Oh, what an exquisite sound. Let's see how many more I can earn.” He purred kissing up her neck.

“F-Fuck.” She groaned and gripped his arm. Alastor earned many more sounds from her all night long…

[sunflowerwinds]

only on camera | e.w

summary: you and your girlfriend, ellie, find an old camcorder at local thrift store. it’s fun, domestic, and sweet until the two of you decide to use it to make your own personal movie.

pairing: ellie williams x fem!reader

contains: mature content, modern! ellie, established relationship, fluff, smut— oral (r!receiving), fingering (r!receiving), reader and ellie are roughly 19-20, ellie is obsessed with reader, reader is described to have a soft stomach and stretch marks so its open to all body types.

word count: 3.3K

a/n: i’ve been debating to post another ellie oneshot and even writing anymore for a while now because of everything that has been going on gaza. i hope you guys click on the links below to educate and keep yourself updated on the horrors that the people of gaza are going through. free palestine.

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It started on a simple thrifting date.

You and Ellie often shopped at your local thrift stores for a multitude of reasons: it's cheap for not only clothing but accessories as well. You had a slight addiction to the purse and jeans section. There was nothing you loved more than finding a good pair of jeans.

But today, you decided to linger in the electronics section. Ellie trailed behind you with a shopping cart that already had a bunch of pants and cheesy graphic tees for the two of you to try on.

You picked up a small speaker, examining it for its quality.

“Ellie?” You hum to Ellie who was already holding up a chunky VHS camera.

“Babe, check this out,” Ellie walked around the cart to hold up the flipped screen to you.

You set the speaker down on the metal shelf, leaning over to see that the early late 90’s camera was still working properly. With just your luck, too, there were a few tapes next to where Ellie had picked it up from.

“Holy shit, this still works?” You grin as you fidget with the settings. “Should we get this?”

Ellie let out a scoff before nodding: “Fuck yeah. We could record videos to look back on when we’re miserable and old as shit. Like thirty or something.”

You shake your head at her dramatics.

“Thirty is not old but yeah, it could be fun.” You lean into her side, pointing to the tapes and charger that were still plugged into the camcorder. “Grab the tapes, please?”

You tilt your head with a smile at her. Ellie blushes at the eye contact you made with her, kissing your cheek before taking the tapes and charger into her hands. She nervously scratched at her ear as she set the objects into the cart where the child seat was, hoping you didn't see how pink her cheeks turned.

God, she was so adorable.

She would deny the accusation constantly with a shake of her head and a mutter of ‘no, I’m not’ being the stubborn girl she is.

After trying that on all of the clothing, you ended up only narrowing down to a few pairs of jeans and the camera plus the equipment. Once you got back to Ellie’s place, it started out with a few recordings of you doing nothing.

“So, vlog, my beautiful, hot, and sexy girlfriend is getting ready for the day,” Ellie pressed record and held up the camera to you who was applying sunscreen to your freshly washed face. “Not that she needs to because, damn, look at her.”

You let out a groan as you shake your head, now applying your moisturizer right after.

“Babe, you can record at any other time. Why right now?” You chuckle as she just gets closer, zooming into your eyes.

“What do you have to say to your future self who is probably already very happily married to me?” Ellie ignores your complaint, grinning as she backs up a little to get your entire face into the frame.

“Is she still giving that good top?” You deadpan to which Ellie chuckles at.

“I wish I could stop, baby,” she cups your face with one hand, smirking from behind the camera.

“Els,’” you trail off, almost warningly as your cheeks flushed.

Without missing a beat, you playfully slap the camera out gently of your face. Ellie dramatically gasps at your actions, holding the camera at an angle so she can clean the lens with her black wife pleaser.

“Hey! You brought it up.” She shrugged her shoulders as if it were nothing, showing off her outfit in the full-body mirror on the back of the bedroom door.

You smile adoringly at her from your set-up in your vanity mirror, hearing her hype herself up. You had just applied a good amount of your base before motioning for her to come over to you once again. Ellie walked over to you, grinning happily.

“It’s your turn, Els,” you grab the chunky camera from her.

She reluctantly lets you take it from her and crosses her arms in front of her chest, looking at you patiently. You pan the camera up and down as she was wearing a very basic outfit but damn, she always looked good. The way she crossed her arms accentuated her biceps and the big tattoo on her forearm.

“What do you have to say to your future self, baby?” You look at her through the small screen and then at her in real life.

Ellie hummed as she scratched at her jaw. The awful lighting from just your open-blind window made it more homey to you.

“You better not fuck it up with this perfect girl right here.” Ellie points to you with a slight grin as she notices your own smile from behind the camera.

A lot of the videos were just like that. Domestic and homey as the locations changed between your house and hers. Joel even made a few appearances like, for instance, his 58th birthday. All of your family and Joel’s threw a barbecue to which you and Ellie had traded interviewing your sides of the family.

Sarah gave a few loving words for her dad, Jesse, and Dina covered the lens the entire time Ellie tried to record them, and your parents made a few jokes about him being ‘damn near in the grave already.’

Now, you were standing in front of Joel who was working the grill. Ellie was busy already tearing into a few hot dogs so you took the time to ask him some questions.

“So, Joel, how do you feel being fifty-eight?” You record him.

“I feel the same as last year. Ain’t nothin’ special,” he shook his head as if you were bothering him but you knew he was just being a grump for the camera.

“Well, birthday boy, describe what it's like being almost sixty,” you chuckle as he places a hand on his hip, looking at you this time with raised brows.

“Old as hell. Now, here, eat.” He grumbled as he grabbed a hot dog for you and placed it on a paper plate.

You giggled as his southern accent was hilarious when he got all grumpy. He just sounded like a Texan grandpa who’s always complaining about kids these days.

“I figured. Happy birthday, Joel.” You warmly smile at him as you shut the small screen and walk over to hug him.

He tensed for a moment, holding the tongs out of the way. He relaxed into your embrace before pointing at your hot dog.

“Thanks, kid. Now, eat before the damn flies get to it first.” Joel kissed the top of your head before releasing your body.

You let out a soft laugh as you grabbed the white plate before walking over to where Ellie was sitting with her step-sister, Sarah. You send Sarah a smile as you set the camera down next to Ellie, watching her lick the mustard off of her fingers. You grimace at her messy eating before Sarah tells her to stop being gross.

Ellie put her middle finger up at her with an annoyed expression. You grabbed her finger and put it down as your parents were only a few feet away from the two of you.

A few more days passed and you and Ellie had a rather sensual make-out session in her bedroom. Her hands were already up your Beatles oversized t-shirt, the feeling of her palms groping at your tits sending shivers up your spine. You were underneath her, your own hands cupping the sides of her face as you moaned softly into her mouth.

Ellie pulled away suddenly which only caused you to whine, missing her touch.

“Can I get the camera, baby?” She asked you, moving one of her hands down to your hips underneath your shirt and squeezing the flesh.

You nod your head frantically, not even hesitating. The idea was brought up maybe two minutes after purchasing the camera. Ellie said it as a joke but you knew that you would make a million sex tapes with your girl. She made you feel like the sexiest version of yourself and you were curious to see what that looked like on video. Plus, no risk of it getting stuck on the cloud of either of your phones.

Ellie leaned down to peck your lips as she stood up from her bed to grab it from the top of her dresser, right next to her cologne. You sit up slightly as you wait patiently for her to start the camera fixing your hair a bit. You knew the footage was solely going to be between you and her but it didn't hurt to try and make sure you look good.

“Look at my pretty girl,” Ellie’s voice is dripping in lust as she points the lens directly at your flushed and panting figure on the bed.

You somehow managed to blush even more, practically beaming at her compliment. You didn't know what to do now that it was a reality. All you were doing was looking up at her from her standing figure.

How did pornstars do this?

“What do you want me to do, hmm?” Ellie cupped your cheek, her inked arm coming into the frame.

Your face leaned into her touch, sighing at the feeling. Her thumb teasing ran over the swollen skin of your bottom lip. Being the horny shit you were, your jaw fell open in hopes Ellie would slip the finger into your awaiting mouth.

But no; she continued to trace the supple skin with a cocky grin on her face.

“You want my finger, baby?” Ellie hums as she tightens her grip ever so slightly.

“Maybe.” You raise your brows, your pupils blown with desire practically giving you away.

“Maybe?” She looks at you with her head tilted, her own brows raised to match yours. “The way you instantly opened your mouth said something way different.”

You shake your head and take her thumb into your mouth seconds after that, sucking on it with a smile. Ellie muttered a curse under her breath as she watched you through the pixelated screen, wondering how she got so lucky with you.

You, being the tease you are, pull away after about a minute to look up at her with need in your eyes. While still looking up at her, you removed your oversized tee to reveal your bare chest. Your hair settled over your shoulders, framing your face perfectly. You were only in your cheeky cotton maroon panties.

“Jesus, fuck me.” Ellie angled the camera down to your tits, having a little too much fun holding it.

“Alright, give me it, Els.” You snatched the camera from her, pointing it up at Ellie’s towering figure. “You want to eat me out or what?”

Ellie couldn't help but chuckle at your bluntness and confidence now that the camera wasn’t on you. Regardless, she kneeled down on the bed with a ready sigh. She leaned over the camera to capture your lips into a gentle kiss, making you smile giddily.

Your smile was infectious, Ellie, too, smiling so much to the point where she had to pull away. Ellie began to scoot more down your body as you pointed the camera down at her figure. She was caressing your sides as her lips kissed at your chest, moving more and more downwards to your tits. Your breath hitches as she takes your left nipple into her mouth, the warmth and wetness of her tongue sending pleasure down your spine.

Ellie palms both of your tits, looking up at the lens and then your flushed face from behind it. She continues to suck on your hard nipple, smirking when your hips buck into her own.

“Feels good, Els,” you whimper, your arms already becoming weaker.

Ellie hums against your damp skin, pulling away to grope and admire them. She was annoyingly still in her sports bra and her boxers, revealing nothing to you. If you weren't so clouded by the want of her mouth on your pussy, you would’ve said something.

Ellie’s long fingers hook at the waistband of your panties, looking up at you with a silent question of if it was okay. You nod with a grin, lifting your hips to help her. Ellie slid the dampened underwear down your legs. You could see the wet patch on the crotch area, a slight pang of embarrassment flowing through you.

Ellie, thankfully, began to place feather-soft kisses on the plush of your stomach. You watch her trail her lips down from your skin, inching closer to above your pubic bone.

“Fuck, baby, look at how wet you are,” Ellie teased your drenched folds, the obscene sound causing you to blush shyly.

She holds up her pointer and middle finger, the clear slick of your arousal glistening. She practically shoves them into the lens as you groan at her actions.

“Els, please, don’t. I don’t want my… juices on the camera.” You cringe at the way you phrased it but end up giggling at Ellie’s disgusted face.

“Well, I love your juices,” Ellie quickly grinned devilishly as she sucked off those fingers.

She drove you insane with the smallest things. When she kissed and caressed the plush of your hips and thighs, whispering how ‘sexy’ and ‘perfect’ you are to her. Even touching into the stuff you tended to be more insecure about like the stretch marks on your body.

You never worried about those toxic mind-consuming thoughts with Ellie.

”Can I see the camera, baby? Wanna get this view right here.” Ellie reached for it to which you handed back.

She aimed the camera lens more towards your crotch, legs spread to reveal how much your cunt was needing some release. You suck in a deep breath and adjust yourself as Ellie muttered praises as she ran her fingers carefully over your throbbing clit and soaked folds.

Beginning to grow impatient, you let out a soft noise. Ellie notices that you are becoming more and more needy for something, anything, so she leans over your panting body and sets the camera on the bedside table. The small screen was flipped so that Ellie could adjust it so that the two of you were in the frame. Your hands find their way over Ellie’s body and up into her hair.

You tug her down into a messy kiss, humming as Ellie is caught off guard by your force and nearly slipping from how she was holding herself up with one arm. She moaned softly against your lips, enjoying how your nails were scraping against her scalp.

She hungrily moved down your body, growing impatient herself. You pant softly as you watch her place messy kisses on the curves of your skin as she finally makes her way to your desperate cunt. You let out a soft sigh as she licks one teasing stripe over your clit.

“Look so pretty, Els.” You murmur as you move her falling strands of hair out of her face, a slight whine leaving your mouth.

And, god, she really did. Her eyelids were heavy over her gorgeous eyes as she looked up at you with a slight smile on her lips. She lazily kissed over the sensitive bud, that cheeky smile growing as your hips stuttered.

“My sweet girl.” She teased two fingers over your wet folds, letting out a groan at the obscene sight.

You continue to caress her face and head of hair, never wanting to tear your eyes away from your girlfriend. She glanced up at you as she carefully slid her middle finger into your warm cunt. She kept telling you how good you felt around her fingers and how much she missed your ‘perfect pussy’.

For a moment, you forgot about the camera that was recording your every move. The mic picks up every whine, moan, the sound of Ellie’s fingers fucking into you.

“Baby,” you pant, allowing your hips to grind and follow her curling fingers.

Ellie merely hummed in question as she peered up at you with hooded eyes. You nearly forgot what you were going to be begging for.

More. You just needed more. More of her touch and her lips everywhere. The tightening coil in your lower abdomen and the desperate hump of your hips alerted you that you were getting closer to your orgasm.

“I’m gonna cum,” you admit, feeling almost embarrassed by how quickly it was happening.

Ellie pulled her mouth off of you as her arm continued to pump her fingers inside of you. Your chin tilts up, hands reaching up to cradle her face. Ellie hungrily leaned down to kiss you, moaning at the sound of you whimpering against her slick-covered lips.

You were whispering pleads as she continued to fuck you like her life depended on it. Ellie leaned back to look down at her movements before glancing at the camera.

“Cum for me, baby. Need something to help me later on when I watch this over and over just to see how beautiful you look cumming for me.” Ellie groans into your ear.

Your hand reaches down to grip at her wrist but Ellie grabs your hand to kiss at your palm as another form of stimulation. You whine as your hips stutter and you feel a sharp feeling running down your spine. Ellie mutters curses as she feels you clamp down on her two fingers as your orgasm takes over.

You let out a few louder moans as you sit up carefully to let yourself ride out the orgasm.

“Fuck, Els,” you whisper as you try and come down from the high as easily as possible.

“Hey, hey, lay back, baby,” Ellie ever so slightly pressed on your lower abdomen so that your back was against the mattress once again.

Feeling light and lazy, you do as she had told you. You take slow breaths as you shut your eyes. Ellie’s body hovers over yours for a moment and you hear the hard plastic being lifted from the bedside table. You open one eye to see Ellie was aiming the camera towards the cum that was leaking. Her already wet fingers were running through your folds, being as filthy as ever.

“How’s it look?” You hum with a playful grin.

“You know, perfect, I guess,” Ellie shrugs her shoulders but her grin tells you she’s matching your energy.

As tired as you were, you wanted to make Ellie feel good too. You sit up to come face to face with her, leaning close to capture her lips into a gentle kiss. Ellie hums against your lips, setting the camera on the empty mattress right next to you both. Pulling away, you take her hand that was inside of you and raise it to your lips.

“You're gonna wanna record this, Els,” You tilt your head towards the still-recording camera.

Ellie didn't have to be told twice as she leaped for the boxy hunk of plastic and aimed the lens at your pretty plumped lips. You lick up the length of her fingers, tasing your own arousal. Ellie watched you through the small screen, wondering how fucking lucky she got with you.

You had no idea who infatuated the freckled girl was with you. Your eyes flickered to Ellie behind the camera, her pale skin practically a poppy red shade from how flustered she was. You popped off her long fingers, kissing the pads of her middle and ring fingers before sitting back on your ass as you looked at her with raised eyebrows.

“You think I’ll be a star?” You ask again, playing into the pornstar role-play.

Ellie blew a huff of air as she cupped your face to peck at your lips: “Without a doubt, babe.”

[ninthcircleofprythian]

Just Call My Name

Part 2 to Kiss- Don't Tell

Cassian/Azriel

Word Count - 4.7k

Summary - After an unsuccesful night out at Rita's, a tipsy Azriel can't stop thinking about his previous shared night with Cassian

Warnings - intoxication and talk of alcohol, friends don't let friends fly druink, smutty M/M goodness, graphic descriptions of sex, biting and scratching, Az has a secret praise kink

Author's Notes - this part 2 was requested by a wonderful anon (sorry it took me so long). So anon - I hope you enjoy. Consider this my Solstice present just for you. As usual thanks to @tsunami-of-tears for the dividers, my lovely divider queen.

Azriel pressed his back harder into the wall behind him, slinking even further into the shadows that were clinging to this corner of the bar. His sharp hazel eyes wandered over the crowd, ever the Spymaster, always scanning his surroundings.

Rita’s wasn’t as lively as it would have been on a weekend. The weeknight crowd was still raucous but more sparse than the usual bunch. Cloaking himself further into the darkness, Az obscured himself from view. No one seemed to notice though. He caught sight of his friends having fun among the crowd, neither one of them bothering to worry about Azriel and his moodiness. 

Rhysand was in the center of the dance floor, a gorgeous blonde attached to his front, her slender hands skimming over his chest as they swayed to the heavy beat of the music. Leaning closer, Rhys smoothly tucked her hair behind her ear before lowering his mouth and whispering something. Whatever it was must have been delightfully funny as the blonde threw her head back in laughter, exposing her neck to the High Lord. Az watched his friend’s eyes darken with a predatory gleam, like an animal stalking his prey. 

Across the long bar, Azriel’s eyes tracked down his other companion. Cassian was perched atop one of the barstools, muscled arms on full display in his sleeveless tunic. A lithe and lovely brunette was leaning flirtatiously close to him, just close enough to assume they were together but not touching. Just like the blonde, she too found something hilarious about whatever he said, tossing her long hair over her shoulder as she giggled. 

The pattern of behavior from both women intrigued Az. The laughter, the subtle shows of flirting, Cassian’s tight smile in response, his laughter that sounded forced instead of its usual freely released sound. Surely Cas had spotted better prospects among the crowd if he was holding back on this beauty. Interesting, but not enough to stick around and dissect. 

He supposed now was as good a time as any considering both his friends had found someone else to occupy their time. With a flick of his hand, the shadows dispersed and revealed himself to the room once more, just long enough to flag down the bartender so he could pay his tab. The thought of falling into the quiet solace of his own bed blessedly alone didn’t give Azriel the satisfaction he was hoping for. Instead it sent a strangely uncomfortable ripple through his gut.

Tossing the feeling aside, he attributed it to his rather hefty consumption of alcohol before promptly cloaking himself once more in shadow and slipping through the crowd into the cold night.

The rather stunning brunette leaned into Cassian once more as she laughed merrily at his latest quip. He hardly noticed the long line of her neck as she tossed her hair more obviously this time, instead finding himself staring into his drink trying to remember what she had said her name was. 

Was it Phaedre? Or maybe Dierdre?

He couldn’t recall. Her shoulder casually brushing against his shook him from his thoughts but it was the slender hand that landed perfectly on his large thigh under the bar that had him shifting uncomfortably. 

He had kept his body centered toward the bar during the entirety of their conversation hoping that maybe his refusal to face her would be hint enough without being outright rude. It seemed however that she wasn’t picking up on his signals.

“Your drink is looking awfully empty there,” she commented smoothly as she flagged down the bartender from the other end of the bar. 

“Ah, well, it’s for the best,” Cas remarked as he drained the last swig of his drink. “I really should be cutting myself off.”

“Oh c’mon!” she wailed pitifully with an exaggerated pout. “It’s still early. Live a little!”

The playful nudge of her body against his did little to sway his decision. As the bartender approached, he ordered another of her fruity drinks but slid his own empty glass across the bar and signaled for the tab.

“Early to bed, early to rise as they say. Can’t keep looking this good being hungover all the time.” A subtle flex of his bicep had her giggling all over again, her hands roaming over the exposed muscles. “Besides, I should really be getting my friends home. One of them didn’t seem to be having a great time before I lost sight of him in the crowd.”

“Suit yourself,” she said icily with another flick of her long hair. Grabbing her free drink from the bar top, she popped the cherry into her mouth and sauntered off. Cassian almost felt bad that she had wasted all her time vying for his attention all night when it was obvious she could have landed any other male she pleased. 

Rolling his shoulders and releasing the guilt, he tipped the bartender handsomely and made his way through the crowd towards the door. 

Reaching the sidewalk just outside the door to Rita’s, Cas quickly noted his lack of sleeves or a coat. He almost chuckled aloud at the irony of wanting to show off his chiseled arms earlier in the night and now leaving very much alone. 

Stuffing his hands deeper into his leather’s pockets, he scanned ahead on the sidewalk and caught sight of Az further down the block. He hadn’t expected to actually be able to catch up to Azriel but judging by the way he was weaving over the cobblestones, Cassian couldn't say he was surprised. 

“Hey,” Cas hollered as he jogged to catch up. “Sneaking off so soon?”

The sudden voice behind Az in the nearly still Velaris night startled him out of whatever reverie he had been in. Just as his head swiveled to find the source, his foot slipped off the edge of the curb, rolling his ankle and sending him sideways. Azriel’s wings flared in an attempt to steady himself but it was the two calloused hands gripping around his upper arm that saved him from his descent. 

“Whoa there,” Cas laughed. “Allow me to escort you home, Spymaster.” With a firm tug, Az was yanked back up onto the walkway and set straight again.

Even in his liquor-addled mind, Azriel still quickly noted how this sound was different than the one he witnessed earlier. Less restrained, more free. Az scoffed as he shoved his shoulder into Cas, more to dismiss the fixation over his laugh than anything else.

“Where’s your date?,” he mumbled.

“Oh, her?” A sly smile bloomed as Cassian cocked an eyebrow. “I’m pretty sure she was just trying to make Rhys jealous for picking the blonde over her. I don’t think she was that into me.”

A short singular grunt was all that came from Az in response as they continued their way over the cobblestones. Just a few strides further in silence and another misstep left Az reeling for balance as he tripped over his own foot. Once again it was Cassian’s reflexes that saved him. Bare arms snapped out in a fraction of a second and gripped his shoulders like a vice. 

“Ok, I’ve seen enough,” Cas admonished with a lopsided smile. Moving himself around his friend, he planted himself directly in front of Azriel, all the while his hands remained firmly holding him upright. 

Once he was satisfied that Az wasn’t going to topple forward without a bracing hand, Cas held his arms out in front of him as if carrying an invisible load. “Jump up, pretty boy.”

No sly smile or ringing laugh followed the command. Cas waited expectantly for Az to follow through. 

“I’m fine,” Az grumbled. Since his friend was insisting on blocking the way forward, he attempted to dodge past him, swerving more aggressively than he intended. 

“You can’t even walk in a straight line,” Cas noted as one of his muscled arms braced itself across Azriel’s chest. “I’d hate to see you try to fly in one.”

The normally stoic face of the shadowsinger quickly showed the annoyance that was bubbling its way to the surface. “I’ll grab a room at the inn then,” he spat out as he swiveled around to walk in the opposite direction.

“Oh c’mon, Azzy,” Cas sing-songed from alongside him as he trailed Az in the same direction. “It’s not like I’ve never carried you princess style before.”

Az didn’t even need to glance over at the male’s face to know that the sly grin had made a reappearance but he did hear the barely swallowed chuckle that nearly escaped Cassian’s throat.

That noise, though halted, is what caused that annoyance from a bubble to a flare. “I was grievously injured,” he gritted through his teeth. 

“Injured. Drunk. What’s the difference?” Once again, Cas’s muscled arm braced over him, this time across his back. Az couldn’t say that he wasn’t grateful for the steadying presence this time as he felt the ground beneath him begin to tilt once more. 

“Besides,” Cas continued. “Do you really want to toss and turn in a bed not even meant for wings when you can have your own luxurious one in just a matter of minutes?” A smooth spread of his own webbed wings punctuated his point.

Azriel halted midstep and considered his options. It was true that the beds at the inn weren’t built for the hulking frames of Illyrians, much less the wings. The desire from earlier in the night to find solace in his own bed pulsed back to life, this time without the same uncomfortable rolling sensation in his gut. 

I’m not going home alone after all. I’m going home with Cassian. That thought however produced a wildly different sensation. One that was quickly shaken from Azriel’s head.

“Fine,” he growled. “But not a word about it afterwards.”

Cas didn’t even wait for Az to finish his statement before scooping him up into the cradle of his arms and settling his heavy frame against the hard muscle of his body. 

“And watch the wings,” Azriel grumbled as he shifted the appendages into a tight tuck against his back. 

“Certainly, darling,” Cas teased lightly. “Just hold any hurling until we land, alright?”

The jarring force of the kickoff rattled through Azriel’s head. The alcohol of the evening seemed to be catching up to him quicker especially now that he was in the air and gaining altitude. Screwing his eyes shut, Az quelled that noxious feeling that the world would just start spinning rapidly beneath them. The cold wind whipping against his face rallied his senses into something resembling normalcy, as long as he didn’t peer over the arms that carried him to the ground far far below. 

Choosing not to focus on the movement of their bodies through the sky, Azriel instead honed in on the chill seeping into his body on one side and the warmth permeating from Cassian on the other. Eyes closed and the silence of the sky surrounding them, Az couldn’t help but allow his head to settle peacefully into the nook of Cassian’s shoulder.

The lull was broken by a sudden short dip in flight. Azriel’s hand moved instinctually to grip at the front of Cassian’s shirt.

“Sorry,” Cas grunted apologetically with a chuckle. “It’s been awhile since I’ve had a passenger of your stature.”

Azriel didn’t respond, his face still hovering so closely to Cassian’s neck that he could see his throat bob as he swallowed. His hand remained where it landed, still grasping the fabric against Cassian’s hard chest. Az’s gaze traveled up from the hard planes of muscle beneath fabric to the side of his neck once more, landing on the peek of collarbone that was revealed. The sudden urge to drag the tip of his nose along that slender protrusion was nearly overwhelming. He leaned in without thinking, holding back at the last second and inhaling Cas’s scent deeply instead. 

Another dip, this time a slow controlled descent followed by the reverberations of feet meeting stone. Cassian stood on the balcony of the House of Wind, unmoving. His arms still bearing the weight of the warrior within them and he made no effort to rid himself of his cargo. For a moment he considered continuing into the confines of the house and carrying his presumably sleeping friend to bed, until he felt the subtle shift of Azriel’s hand.

Releasing his hold along Cas’s shirt, Az slowly dragged his hand over the swell of muscle beneath. Ridged fingers glided smoothly over cloth to the exposed skin of his neck. The heat no longer held back by a shirt, Azriel felt it flood through his palm at just the same time that he noticed the pulse beneath picking up speed.

Feeling Az’s head lifting from his shoulder, Cassian swiveled his glance to meet his gaze. The motion pressed his thrumming pulse harder into the palm still settled there and his breath hitched in his chest. 

Slowly peeling his eyes open and meeting the glittered ones above him, Azriel paused for a fraction of a moment. “Cas?” He intoned softly.

Without a response and with a gentle bend of the knee, Cassian lowered his frame and righted Azriel to his feet, hands hovering a moment in case he swayed. 

The hand along his neck slipped but not before a testing swipe of scarred thumb along his stubbled jawline. So subtle in fact that Cassian questioned internally whether it was intentional or not. He didn’t leave himself time to decide, his hand moved of its own accord to catch the one dropping back down to Az’s side, slowing its fall and allowing his fingers to intertwine briefly before they returned to their respective owners. 

Azriel didn’t drop his eyes or turn to move toward the house. Cas remained steadfast, rooted on the spot, staring back into those eyes hazy with inebriation. Or was it something else?

“You should get some sleep, Az.” He said roughly, like gravel in his throat.

Neither Illyrian made the first move, the suggestion hanging in the air between them as Cassian watched that haze drift through Azriel’s eyes before realizing it wasn’t inebriation. 

Just as Az opened his mouth to speak, whether in protest or plea, Cassian didn’t let him finish. 

“It’s – “ he swallowed thickly. “It’s not a good idea. Not right now.”

Clearing his throat abruptly, Az jerked his shoulder sharply toward the direction of the house as he turned to head inside. “Yeah. Sleep. Of course, you’re right.”

The shadows along his shoulders began to gather thickly as Azriel walked off into the entrance hall. 

Again, Cassian’s hand moved of its own volition without thought and caught his wrist. “You’ve been drinking.” Not a statement but an apology. 

His movement halted by the digits encircling his arm, Az said nothing. One half hearted pull against the restraint and he was released before immediately allowing the shadows to engulf him and disappearing.

In the confines of his own room the air felt colder, despite the roaring fire already lit by the house, presumably ever since their presence had been detected on the balcony. Azriel stood there watching the flames mulling over the thoughts that barraged his mind. 

You’ve been drinking. 

Now in the quiet of his room, Azriel was no longer sure whether it had been an apology or an excuse to let him down gently. 

Maybe the last time was just that. The last time. 

Az felt his skin flush hot at the memories that invaded. Cassian’s hands on his skin. Their mouths drinking each other in deeply. The feel of their hands meeting over their most sensitive areas. 

He shook the whirring thoughts from his mind as he kicked off his remaining clothes, briefly considering a bath to relax his mind before ultimately deciding that sleep was the better choice. Hopeful that the oblivion of slumber would claim him quickly in his altered state, Azriel flopped into bed. 

He didn’t even bother with pulling back the covers and tucking himself into the sheets. With the roaring fire and the alcohol still working its magic in his bloodstream, he was more than warm enough. Stretched out on his stomach, he punched his pillow into a more comfortable place and spread his wings in relaxation spanning the entirety of the bed. 

Maybe it was disgust. The thought prodded at him as he attempted to fall asleep, pulling the memory of Cassian’s face to the front of his mind in order to dissect it. He couldn’t help the maelstrom that was stirring, the thoughts swirling faster and faster beyond his control.

Closing his eyes, rolling onto his side, staring at the ceiling - nothing helped. Azriel tossed and turned until finally he pulled himself from bed and into the bathroom. After drinking an impressive amount of water he splashed his face straight from the tap. As he returned to bed, he left the faelight burning over the sink and the bathroom door open, allowing the soft warm light to spread into the room. Hoping maybe it would work to chase away the thoughts and invite sleep much like it did as a child when he believed there were monsters under his bed. 

He fell into bed once more, this time staring at the patterns of light streaming across the ceiling. The warmth that the light brought to the room wasn’t the warmth he was wanting.

Several hours later, Az padded his way into the bathroom once more. His shadows had given up on soothing him long ago and had found their place scattered over the expanse of the bottom of the bed, weary and still in their own form of slumber. 

Sleep had evaded Azriel however, and as he stood before the mirror and scrubbed his hands over his face once more in exasperation, he saw the evidence clearly on his face. Tossing and turning all night had left him with heavy lids and bloodshot eyes staring back at himself - tired but sober. 

Sober.

Before another creeping bloom of a thought could reach its tendrils into his mind, he turned and stormed from the room. The shift in his energy and flurry of movement bolted his shadows into wakefulness as they zoomed out the door after him.

Reaching the door down the hall, his hand reached out and turned the handle before he could even consider pausing and rethinking. 

The shadows slipped through the door before it was fully opened and now they hovered, swirling silently over the form upon the bed before him, a sleeping hulk of Illyrian warrior. Cassian didn’t stir from the gentle caress of those dark tendrils over exposed skin. 

“Cas?” Az queried into the dark, barely above a whisper.

Even in its hushed tone the sound of his name crashed through the haze of sleep and jolted him awake.

“Az?” Cassian answered, worry bleeding into his voice as he shoved himself up to sit. 

The only answer in the darkness of his room was the shuffling of wings and feet. Cassian felt the nervous energy that permeated the air carried in the shadows that still corralled around him. Before he could voice concern, that whispery voice sounded again.

“I haven’t changed my mind.”

The words hung in the silence between them. Cassian sat stock still, now perched on the side of his bed, heart racing.

“I –,” he swallowed the knot forming in his throat. “I need you to know that I turned her down.”

In the span of a breath, Cassian felt the energy before him, Azriel’s presence as he winnowed the short distance to the bed. Just as before on the balcony, his hand moved without thought to reach into the darkness for the scarred hand hanging at Az’s side. 

A testing swipe of his thumb across ridged palm and he felt Az closing his fingers around his own. That was all the signal Cas needed. One insistent tug and he pulled Azriel closer, bringing his face closer to his own and sliding his free hand to cup Azriel’s jaw.

“Well, come on then,” Cassian whispered over the surface of his lips. “Let’s wear you out.”

Their lips met, Cassian tender and teasing as he pried open the seam of Azriel’s mouth with his tongue. Azriel responded hungry and wild. 

Nipping gently at his bottom lip, Cassian tugged as he leaned back on the mattress, inviting Az to follow. Nestled among the pillows, his hands were free to explore and his calloused fingers roamed over smooth muscle tense with desire.

Azriel followed suit, scarred hands brushing over skin. One placed along the side of Cassian’s neck, pressing against his erratic pulse. The other slid down over his hip and along his taut thigh. Cassian had always preferred to sleep in the nude and right then Azriel had never been more grateful.

Following the unspoken thought, Cassian’s fingers caught in the waistband of the briefs Az had tossed on in his hurry. In a rush of tangled limbs, Azriel briefly broke the frenzied kiss and reached down to rid himself of his scant clothing.

As Azriel’s hardened length was freed between them, it landed beside Cassian’s own against his belly. Cas stretched briefly to the side reaching for the side table drawer. Blindly grabbing, he knew what he was after and turned back to press the bottle of oil to Az’s chest in command.

Pulling away from Cas’s mouth and kneeling upright, Az popped the lid open and drizzled oil into his palm before grasping his cock in hand and tossing the bottle aside. Fingers still slick, he reached down and coated the tight ring of Cassian’s backside before pressing the tips of two fingers inside. 

Cassian accepted the intrusion with a bend of his knees as his legs fell open wider and a shudder ran through his body, wings spread over the bed. The tremble permeated his voice as he let out a deep moan.

Settling deeper into the male beneath him, Az draped his body over Cassian. Tucking his wings in tight to his frame, he leaned in to nuzzle at his collarbone. The purely male scent invaded his senses and he didn’t even attempt to curb the urge to bite. Teeth scraping over skin against bone, Cas released another sinful sound. Whether from the biting or the intoxicating curl of his fingers buried inside him, Az wasn’t sure, so he repeated both actions with intensity.

Azriel could feel the straining hardness of himself, jumping in time to the noises that escaped Cassian writhing beneath him. With a testing thrust, he ground against him, cock slipping into the crease of where Cassian’s thigh met groin. 

The friction sent a heady thrill through him like a shockwave and yet still left him wanting. His roving mouth continued to nip and bite his way over the taut planes of Cas’s body. Every bruising pinch of skin was met with the scraping of nails along the back of Azriel’s arms. 

Sitting upright into a kneel once more, Az removed his fingers from Cassian and grabbed his hips roughly, firm ass planted squarely onto Azriel’s thighs.Textured thumbs swept over the graceful hip bones before his hand circled the base of his own cock and lined up at the other male’s entrance. 

Cassian shifted slightly in Az’s lap readying himself. “Don’t rush,” he heaved out breathlessly.

The command felt electric across Azriel’s skin, zinging outward to the tips of his wings. Knowing that Cas wanted more than a hurried coupling in the night made the sensation of pressing the tip of his cock inward that much sweeter. 

Pressure gave way to incredible warmth, tight and throbbing as Azriel gasped out a moan. The flutter of intrusion began to calm around Az’s aching cock and he started to rock in small even strokes. Each slight push further inside he could feel the flex of Cas’s thigh muscles rippling under his hand.

“Yes,” Cas cried hoarsely. “Perfect.” The word came out almost choked as Cassian threw his head back further into the pillows in pleasure.

Fully seated Azriel paused, leaning forward over Cas once more. The raging urge to withdraw and thrust forward harshly felt like a burning pain along the base of his spine. Pressing his lips once again to Cas’s neck, he tasted the fine layer of salty sweat as he licked at damp skin.

Bringing his hands up, Cas caressed Az's ribcage in encouragement and nuzzled his lips against his ear.

“Say it.” Az whispered, much the same way he had when he had entered this room earlier. Quiet and meek.

The tongue dancing along Az’s lobe paused in confusion, unsure of what exactly he was asking him to say. Az rocked gently into him, sending a jolt of pleasure rolling through Cas once more. 

Answering the question unasked, he repeated. “Say it.” Azriel sagged slightly against the body below him as if resigned. “Call me pretty.”

Cassian could almost feel the pained embarrassment spreading over him for asking for what he wanted. His tongue darted out once more to pull his lobe between his teeth before rolling his hips against Az and feeling his cock twitch inside him. Azriel responded with a harder roll of his hips.

“That’s it,” Cas moaned. “That’s my pretty boy.”

Relief flooded into Az at the words he so desperately wanted to hear. Snapping his head to the side he latched his mouth once more to the side of Cassian’s neck, feeling his racing pulse against his tongue and briefly wondering whether it would feel the same as his cock pressed there. Drawing back, he thrusted hard. 

He set a rhythmic pace, panting against Cassian’s mouth and catching his moans between his teeth. Savoring each sound against his taste buds. With each punishing plunge he could feel Cas’s nails digging into whatever body part they were grappling for. Shoulders, arms, hips, back. The burn of barely broken skin spurred him on, adding to the pleasure coursing through him.

The picture in his mind of seeing that evidence in the mirror come daybreak, bright red lines marking his skin, a claim of who he shared a bed with, sent Azriel into a stuttering rhythm. He could feel his impending release building, cresting ever closer.

Az continued to thrust as he kneeled upright again. With one hand he pressed Cassian’s swollen and leaking cock firmly against himself, feeling the velvety skin glide across his lower belly. 

“Cassian,” Azriel whimpered as he gripped harder along his cock just as Cassian swung his legs around his hips. Az glanced down to see the tendons of the male’s hands straining as he clawed at the bed sheets beneath him, his pleasure just as merciless as his own. 

“Give it to me,” Cas cried with a roll of his hips. “Please, pretty boy.” He could hardly catch his breath enough to utter the plea.

The plea hitting Azriel’s ear sent a tidal wave through his body and his cock responded with release. Pulsing wave after wave filled Cas’s insides and as the throbbing slowed, Az fell forward. Barely catching himself on his forearms, still rocking into Cassian’s body. Moments later, Cassian’s warm release was forced out between their sweat slick bodies as he bit down along Azriel’s shoulder. 

Az laid there, spent and satiated. The thoughts that had plagued him earlier in the night,quiet and still much like the shadows that had abandoned them both. Heavy with exhaustion, he relaxed fully on top of Cas. 

Cassian did not rush him. He only trailed rough soothing fingertips over the broken skin he had caused along an expansive back. 

“Tired yet?” Cas whispered against his hair, lips brushing gently before being followed with a tender kiss. 

Azriel just pulled out and rolled onto the mattress with a grunted sigh, wings flaring on top of the night cooled sheets they hadn’t occupied yet. 

Rolling over on his side, Cas was mindful of not tangling their wings together as he reached over and slid his hand onto Az’s chest. It was quickly met with Az’s scarred hand squeezing on top of it and twining their fingers together as he listened to his heartbeat slow. 

Pulling himself further up on the pillows, Cassian shifted his arm beneath him free and brought his other large hand to Azriel’s forehead. Thick fingers combed through dark curls, pushing them back from falling into his face and scrubbing gently along Az’s scalp.

“Close your pretty eyes,” Cas whispered as Az listened diligently and his eyelids fluttered shut. “Get some sleep, Az.”

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Gilbert von Obsidian - The Gluttonous Devil - Sariel Sequel Release Event Summary

A big thank you to @dark-frosted-heart for recording this event.

Do I ever know what I’m doing? You shouldn’t trust me, or my suspect understanding of what’s going on in my daily life, much less in Gilbert’s world.

Accuracy is not guaranteed - you should definitely pick up this event when it reaches the English server.

Also - some pretty weird/dark stuff happens here. Nothing explicit, but this is definitely worth a warning: brief discussions of cannibalism.

It's okay to skip this summary.

Gilbert von Obsidian – The Gluttonous Devil – Event Summary

Emma has joined Gilbert for afternoon tea, and daintily eats her cookie while Gilbert happily polishes off a plate of them. No matter how often she sees this phenomenon, Gilbert’s voracious appetite always catches her off guard.

Emma casually remarks that Gilbert sure likes to eat, right, and Gilbert momentarily pauses inhaling the cookies to smile at her. He admits that when he was younger he was a very picky eater, but he worked hard and is now a proud glutton.

If Emma works at it, and practices too, she could also become a glutton. The first step would be for her to eat a few more cookies.

Okay, that’s all well and fine, but Emma is content with how much she’s eating now.

Oh, but it’s a lot more fun to eat a bunch. Go ahead and try with these cookies here. And before Emma can object, Gilbert begins to shift some of his cookies onto Emma’s plate. By the time she grabs his hand to stop him, it has become a small cookie mountain.

Emma objects to all of this, she is against wasting food, and no matter how much she tries, she won’t be able to finish all of this. Gilbert assures her that the food won’t go to waste, he will personally take care of her leftovers.

Gilbert insists that he would like to see Emma eat a little more, and urges her to try.

Fine. She’ll have a few more.

Gilbert is excited, he wants to see her dig into without holding back with a desperate expression.

Err . . . what is he talking about?

Of course he is talking about her eating a buch!

Feeling oddly unsettled, Emma watches as Gilbert leans forward, pressing a cookie into her mouth. Just as she finishes chewing and swallowing it, another cookie is held up to her mouth.

If Emma were to gradually increase her food intake, she’ll be able to eat a lot.

And another cookie is pressed against her mouth.

Emma shouts for Gilbert to stop, while she has eaten more than usual, this is clearly too much.

Gilbert bites into the cookie, and then steps closer to Emma. He pushes the remaining bit of cookie into her mouth, and she tastes sweetness as their lips meet.

After the kiss is finished, Emma chews and swallows the cookie, marveling over how little she can taste of it with the kiss on her mind.

After she finishes the cookie, Emma notices Gilbert gazing at her as if he could read her thoughts.

How was it? Was it more delicious than any of the other cookies?

Uh . . . maybe?

Great! And, of course, Emma can eat as much as she wants.

Before Emma can object, Gilbert deliberately takes her hand and places it suggestively against his cheek. Emma asks what he’s doing, and Gilbert reminds her that they just figured out that she can eat more than she thought she could. And surely she has figured out that she can eat more than just cookies.

. . . um . . . is Gilbert asking her to eat him? When he was asking if ‘it’ was delicious, did he mean himself?

(And he is absolutely a snack)

Heat rises in Emma’s face as Gilbert pulls her into his lap as he sits down. He asks if he should feed her like he did earlier, and Emma objects, she can feed herself.

Emma is drawn into a kiss, and savors the sensation. Slowly, she pulls away and Gilbert smiles at her. In a sultry tone, he muses that she is a very light eater, and they’ll have to work on her appetite. He kisses her even deeper than before.

Emma contemplates the idea of wanting more.

[dddalgiiiiiii]

breakfast …? wait …

yeji x fem!reader :3

fluff/// idk i just wanted to write for yeji:(

the morning sun casts a soft, warm glow through the window of you and yeji’s shared bedroom. you let out a soft yawn and raise your arms above your head, giving a light stretch before patting the space on the bed next to you, a small frown forming on your face upon feeling how empty it is… that is.. before you hear a bunch of clattering and clunking coming from the kitchen…

you then sit up, throwing the blanket off your body and stand, starting to make your way to the source of the noise. your hand grasps the doorknob of the bedroom, twisting it and swinging the door open before stepping through.

“yejiiii?” your voice calls out through the apartment, and an almost immediate response calls back, “ah! jagi, youre awake!”, a smiling yeji comes practically running towards you, arms outstretched as she pulls you into a hug, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

you let out a giggle, teasingly wiping away her kiss that was left on your cheek, a pout forming on her lips as she leans in, leaving another kiss. “jagiii… dont wipe my love away…”, you roll your eyes, smiling as you wrap your arms around her neck, pulling her closer to press a gentle kiss to her lips, her eyes closing as she melts into it.

“better?” you pull away, but yeji chases after you, kissing you again, her hands finding their way to your waist, grabbing gently and dragging you back towards her. “much better..” she breathes out, her forehead pressed against yours, your noses touching.

you and yeji stay like that for a while, enjoying the moment, embracing eachother gently, until the smell of burning fills your nose. “yeji… were you.. cooking something..?” you cover your mouth as you laugh, watching her run back towards the kitchen as she curses all sorts of profanities under her breath.

you hear the sink start running, so you make your way to the kitchen, only to find a devastated yeji sitting on the floor, her head in her hands and what seems to be remnants of what you think is your breakfasts’, although you could hardly call it that, considering that it’s basically charcoal black…

you lean against the kitchen doorway, your arms crossed as you gaze at yeji on the floor, her eyes eventually meeting yours, you cant help but giggle. you let out a sigh, taking a seat next to her on the floor, leaning your head against her shoulder.

“i mean… you tried, right..?” you try to hold back your laughter, but the shaking of your body gives you away, to which yeji playfully smacks your arm, pouting. “i really did try!” she lets out a sad sigh, “you always cook breakfast for us and .. i just wanted to try for once..” she buries her head in her hands once more.

you peel her hands away from her face, placing your hands on her cheeks, squishing them together before playfully pinching them. “yeji,” you then grab her hands, kissing her right palm gently “the important thing is you tried, okay? but.. im still hungry.. so let me help you this time, ‘kay?”

she nods, getting up before extending a hand towards you, pulling you up towards her as she places a hand on your back, pulling you closer. “mm.. okay.” she lets out a soft laugh.

the kitchen soon fills with sounds of soft sizzling, and the burnt smell replaced with the sweet smell of pancakes and fruits, along with the occasional humming from yeji.

you let out a satisfied exhale, placing two plates of pancakes and fruits out on the table, yeji’s plate being doused in syrup… youve always known that she’s had a sweet tooth though~

as you both take a seat at the little table, you cant help but smile, watching yeji dig into her plate, wiping copious amounts of syrup from her lips and beaming every time she takes a bite.

“i love you.” you smile wider, yeji’s eyes forming cute crescent moon shapes as she responds. “i love you more.” you smirk, “sooo.. no more cooking for you, right?”

yeji pouts, rolling her eyes. “whatever..” she laughs, kissing you, the sweet taste of maple syrup and butter lingering between your lips.

a/n: errr first ever fic … sorry i just felt like writing for yeji today t.t…

i love yeji

[drafthorsemath]

Last Line Challenge

I was tagged by @eclec-tech and I guess it's time to admit I've been thinking about adding a follow-up to my Tech Lives fic Waking Up and Coming Home. This is just a first draft and a little more than a line, but it's new years and it's been a rough holiday season for me, so here, have this.

While the metal attachments covering Tech's abdominal cybernetics had been initially sufficient, Crosshair and Phee had both noticed that they were becoming less comfortable every day. Along with his brothers, Tech was gaining healthy weight and having something closer to actual abdominal muscles, fat, and skin over the tubes that kept him alive would feel much more natural. Crosshair said something about finding a replacement one day after dinner, but Tech insisted it still worked adequately and rebuilding a new ship from what was left of the Marauder was a greater priority. Crosshair rolled his eyes, but knew Phee would have better luck the following day.

"Hey Brown Eyes," Phee softly said as she handed him some caf. Tech grinned and nodded.

"Good morning," he replied in the gentle tone he only used with her.

Phee nodded toward her ship with a, "Let's take a quick trip."

He didn't argue. He simply held her extended hand and followed. It was only once they were in hyperspace that he asked what brought this on.

"Medical supplies," she replied. She watched him stiffly turn in his seat toward her. "Tech. We're getting you an artificial skin. And while we're there we'll pick up some more bacta spray. The girls keep getting bolder on their island explorations."

He didn't argue, but retreated to his own thoughts on the matter. His eyes searched the control panel before him in the copilot's seat. His partner reached out to him and squeezed his hand.

"What's going on in that mind of yours?" she asked. "What's holding you back?"

Tech was brought back to the moment and pulled her from the pilot's seat and into his lap. He held her and after remaining silent for another moment he lifted his shirt. "You gave me this," he said, revealing the metal panel from her ship that now kept his implants safe. "I like carrying you with me," he said.

Phee's face melted with love and she pressed a firm kiss to his temple.

"Brown Eyes, you're carrying me right now." He smiled up at her and kissed the sweet spot just under her jaw.

"I promise we'll find a spot for it," she assured. "We can find a way for you to keep it close."

He was so used to taking things as they came. When the Marauder was stolen he said they would simply find a new ship, but that was his coping mechanism. He couldn't fix everything so he moved on; or at least tried to make it look that way. Now that he was home, he started to allow himself to be a little more vulnerable with her.

NPTs: anyone who wants to participate. Don't be shy. I'm just on a bunch of meds (imagine taking Nyquil and Prednisone at the same time) for an infection and can't decide who to tag. Happy New Year!

Also tagging @lightwise so she posts about that Gonky fic!

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ᥫ᭡ ‘Guitar lessons’ and kisses!

﹕─┈ pairings ( Gwendolyn Caufield oc! x Juraj Slafkovský )

°. — summary ( Juraj’s guitar lessons don’t go to plan , but neither of them are complaining )

°. — details ( g; fluff . w; kissing . wc; 1.3k )

au masterlist - everything for the AU is under #📷 ͡ ꒱ GwenCaufield

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( AHH MY FIRST FIC FOR THIS AU 🤭 I’m so excited to finally get something out for them !! Please let me know what you guys think , and please comment if you would like to be added to the taglist , love you all mwah x )

“Do you wanna try?” Gwen asked him softly, the newly couple were relaxing in her room while her brother and a few of his friends were watching a football game in the living room. They were relaxing in her bed as they looked through some pictures she had taken and printed out, but she noticed that her boyfriend's gaze kept on moving to her guitar that was propped up prettily on the other side of her room next to her vanity. 

“Can i?” Juraj asked with a hopeful smile, he had seen his girlfriend play her guitar many times and God was it so attractive, he knew it was a strong passion for her, and he wanted to be able to enjoy her passions as well. 

Gwen perked up at the thought of her teaching him how to play and she quickly and carefully placed the pictures in the brown box that was covered in a bunch of stickers and placed it on her side table. Juraj watched her with a smile as she skipped over to her guitar and carefully picked up her black electric guitar. 

“Of course, you just have to be careful with my baby” Gwen smiled as she gently held the neck of her guitar as she walked over to him, careful not to trip over her black and white star fluffy carpet. Juraj quickly took off his hoodie, leaving him in his white shirt and sweats before moving to sit on the edge of her bed, looking up at her with a smirk “I thought i was your baby?” 

“You're my baby boy, but Saide, Saide is my baby girl” Gwen teases as she holds her to her chest, slowly rubbing the neck of her guitar teasingly throwing a wink his way, they both knew what she was doing. Juraj chuckled and reached forward, resting his large hands on her legging clad thighs and pulled her to stand between his legs, tilting his head to look up at her “Should i be jealous?” 

“You are pretty hot when you're jealous” Gwen teased as she looked down at him with her own smirk, brown eyes meeting. Juraj bit his lip and felt his heartbeat faster from being under her gaze, he cleared his throat and turned his attention down to her guitar – oh sorry Sadie, and moved his hands for her to pass her to him.

Gwen noticed the flustered look on his face and decided it was time to stop her teasing before it went further then they both were ready for. She passed him sadie and showed him how to hold her properly, a smile on her lips as he looked up at her with his puppy eyes, ready for her to reach him more. 

“Am I holding it right?” Juraj asked quietly after a few minutes of him just strumming the same cords she taught him. Gwen moved from sitting by his side and moved to sit behind him on her knees, resting her chin on his shoulder as she looked between his hands and his perfect side profile. Gwen has a small frown on her lips as she noticed his trembling hands “Your hands are shaking” 

Juraj’s breath hitched, and he stopped strumming, his hands were in fact shaking, and it was because of her. Having her so close, her chest pressed against his back, every time he took a breath he could smell her perfume, the perfume that drove him crazy. The smile and small giggle she let out every time he made a mistake was not helping him concentrate at all. He really hoped she couldn't hear or feel his very fast heartbeat. 

Gwen watched him with knowing eyes, her gaze falling to his Adam apple as he swallowed hard and cleared his throat. Gwen smirked and moved closer to him, resting her hand on his shoulder while the other rubbed the closest one to her, sending a chill down his spine at the feeling of her black nails scratching softly against his skin. Gwen whispered in his ear ‘Do I make you nervous?” 

“You know you do” He whispered back, his accent strong. Tilting his head to get a better look at her, he’s welcomed by the sight of her big brown eyes looking up at him and the prettiest smirk on her face. He felt goosebumps spread across his neck at the feeling of her warm breaths hitting his skin. 

Gwen let out a small hum of satisfaction from his words, it was nice to hear that she also made him nervous, because she knew it was obvious to him that he also made her nervous. She watched as his eyes dropped to her lips before quickly looking back to her eyes. Her eyes in turn fell to his lips, not looking away as she slowly leaned in. 

Juraj couldn't help but hold his breath and freeze completely under her touch as she moved closer to him, tilting his head more towards her and fluttering his eyes close at the feeling of their lips locking in a soft kiss. It was an awkward position but neither of them cared. Gwen moved her hand from his arm to softly caress his jaw before cupping it, as their lips moved slowly in tandem. 

Juraj’s neck was starting to ache from the position, and he desperately wanted to pull her close and touch her, but he couldn't with Sadie in his lap. So, he reluctantly pulled away from the kiss and stood up from the bed. “Where are you going?” Gwen asked with a pout as she watched him walk to the other side of her room, a blush on her cheeks from the breathtaking kiss. 

“Putting sadie away, wouldn't want your baby girl to get jealous” Juraj teased as he looked back to send her a wink before he gently put the guitar on the stand. He could hear the distant shouts from Cole and their friends in the living room, clearly not happy with how the game was going. Juraj paused at her record player and carefully placed the needle on the outer rim, the sound of the smiths filing her room. 

“You're such an idiot” Gwen laughed happily as she changed her position in bed, now laying on her back, resting her head on her pillows. Juraj chuckled and moved to the bed, laying down on his stomach by her side, looking down at her with a smile. She looked so pretty looking up at him with her pretty brown eyes, her hair all over the place on the pillows. 

Juraj hummed and brought his hand up to softly caress her flushed cheeks, his large hand was bigger than her face. He leaned down and softly kissed the tip of her nose, chuckling when she does that adorable nose scrunch “Mhm but I’m yours” 

Gwen smiled and snuggled closer to him, wanting his warmth. The sweet sound of The Smiths playing in the background made the moment sweeter. She gently took hold of the collar of his shirt and pulled him down for a kiss. He let out a hum of surprise, but he was eager and quick to kiss back. 

Juraj took charge of the kiss, nibbling softly on her bottom lip so she could get the hint to part her lips and that's exactly what she did. Their tongues fought in a battle that turned in his favor too fast, the kiss turned heated, and she felt herself sink deeper into her bed as Juraj moved closer to her. 

Gwen moaned in the kiss and pulled him closer to her, one of her hands cupping his jaw while the other rested on his lower back, one of his hands cupping her jaw while the other was traveling down her side, squeezing her waist softly. Gwen slowly pulled away, both of their eyes fluttering open, a smile on their lips as they locked eyes. She whispered breathlessly against his lips 

“And I'm yours” 

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( I LOVE THEM SM I CANT BREATHE 💔 pls pls pls feel free to send in some thoughts or requests, i would love to talk about them more !! Again please let me know your thoughts !! )

°. — taglist ( @lovings4turn @toasttt11 @cixrosie @prettyboywoll @petite-potato4 @winterbarnesblog )

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[magnificentmaleficent]

ꜱᴜʀᴘʀɪꜱᴇ, ʙᴀʙʏ! | ᴀᴘᴇꜱ x ꜰ! ʜ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏꜱ

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐s: Cornelius / Zira / Dr. Milo / Dr. Zaius x F! H! Reader

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: Scenarios where you give each ape a surprise, call them sexy and then say you're theirs... and you expect them to react normally?? Nah, they need you, now, preferably. ٩(◦`꒳´◦)۶

A/n: These scenarios contain some sexual themes though nothing explicit. Is this my way of asking if anyone is interested in reading smut about these characters??? Why yes, yes it is.

Hope you enjoy!

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💛ᴄᴏʀɴᴇʟɪᴜꜱ

Cornelius arrives home exhausted, rubbing his temples after a long day of deciphering ancient texts. He closes the door behind himself, shoulders dropping from exhaustion as a long tired sigh escapes him. His ears prick as he hears the familiar soft pitter-patter of your steps, a warm feeling envelops his heart as his eyes fall on you and the chimp stops breathing.

You were standing there, dressed in something lacy and delicate, something just barely covering your soft body and Cornelius freezes, his heart stutters in his chest, and his brain seems to short-circuit.

"W-what…?" He swallows hard, unable to find words as he stares, blinking rapidly as if he’s seeing an illusion.

You took a step toward him, a teasing smile on your lips, fingers playing with the hem of the outfit. “I thought you deserved a little… distraction.”

Cornelius' thoughts spiral into chaos. This is real. This is happening— She planned this for me? His hands shake slightly as he adjusts the collar of his shirt, torn between absolute reverence and the burning desire suddenly clawing at his control.

He wants to touch, to trace the curve of your body, but his hands remain locked at his sides from nerves as his throat dries.She’s beautiful. She’s so stunning I-I can barely think. I don’t deserve this—her—but I want her so badly I can hardly breathe–

As you step even closer, running a teasing finger down his chest, his breath hitches. Every ounce of his gentlemanly self is being tested as his academic mind tells him to be rational, to take a step back, but his instincts—oh! his need—scream at him to let go and as you pressed a soft kiss to his jaw, whispering his name softly, he loses the battle completely. Cornelius had been barely holding himself together, his rational mind clinging to the last strands of restraint that snapped the moment you pressed your lips against him, warm and soft, and whispered those words into his ear– that “I need you Cornelius”, everything inside him collapsed.

A shaky breath escapes him, his body trembling as he grabs your waist—gentle, almost hesitant. His mind races, his heart pounds so hard he’s sure you could hear it. She needs me? She—she wants this?

A lifetime of propriety, of carefully measured emotions… all of it burns away in an instant as he buries his face into the curve of your neck, inhaling deeply your familiar scent from your warm soft skin, his hands tightening against your back, bunching the fabric covering your back. His voice is hoarse, almost pleading as he whispers your name. 

“You… Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”

He felt you shift against him, your breath warm against the skin of his cheek.

“Yes.” You murmured playfully, kissing the bags under his tired eyes and Cornelius breaks. 

His lips find yours in a desperate, fervent kiss, his hands finally allowing themselves to roam, to explore, to feel. Months of restraint meant nothing anymore—you needed him, and he would give you everything you asked for and more.

Cornelius had never been the possessive type, he had always believed in kindness, fairness, respect... But when you claimed him like this—your voice firm, gaze unwavering— he feels something deeply primal in his core stir.

His breath hitches. His fingers twitch against the soft fabric covering your back.

She wants me. Just me. No one else.

He swallows thickly, his heart pounding so hard he can feel it in his throat. The idea of belonging to you, of being yours alone, makes warmth spread through his chest, through his entire body. He whispers your name against yours, his voice is soft and filled with something raw. He lifts a trembling hand to caress your cheek, brushing his thumb against your lips. 

"I wouldn't want anyone else." You smile, kissing the pads of his fingers then, almost shyly, he presses his forehead against yours, breathing you in with a soft, reverent smile. You two stood there for a few seconds, enjoying the warmth of the other as Cornelius felt a heavy weight he hadn’t known he carried lift from his body, making him feel so much lighter.

"Have I ever told you how sexy you look when you think?" Cornelius feels his entire body go rigid and his mind nearly short-circuits as the words you whisper against his skin register in his brain.

Sexy? She—she thinks I'm—

Heat flares in his chest, rushing up to his face so fast that his hands tremble. His lips part as if he wants to speak, but nothing comes out. You smirk playfully, enjoying the bright red flush that overtook Cornelius, trailing a finger down his chest slowly. "What’s wrong, Cornelius? Human got your tongue?"

A deep shudder runs through him. His eyes flicker from your finger tracing patterns in his chest to your playful gaze—uncertainty warring with the primal urge rising inside him. He grabs your wrist, grip gentle but firm, his breathing uneven from all your teasing his self control. His voice is barely above a whisper, raw and desperate then, in a single, impulsive moment, he surges forward, capturing your lips in a fierce, hungry long kiss.

Cornelius’ lips linger against yours, his breath absolutely ragged. His hands tremble where they grab on the meat of your thighs, his body flushed with heat.

She kissed me. She wants me.

His heart pounds so loudly he can barely hear anything else. When he finally pulls back, his eyes are wide, pupils blown with something both awestruck and desperate. His fingers tighten slightly on the meat of your thighs, too shy to truly grasp your buttocks as he really wants to – needed to.

His voice is a low murmur, unsteady, full of something vulnerable as he whispers your name against your lips heatedly as a soft moan escapes your lips and something in him breaks. In one smooth motion, Cornelius pulls you against him, burying his face into the crook of her neck. His lips press soft but fervent kisses along your skin, his body shuddering at the sheer intimacy of it.

“Tell me this isn’t a dream,” he murmurs against your neck. “Tell me I really have you, please”

You cupped his face, tilting it up so your eyes met as the ape’s beg igniting a fire in your belly.

"You have me, Cornelius."

And just like that, he melts.

Your breath is warm against his sensitive ear, voice soft, sensual—intimate.

"This is real… I’m yours as you’re mine."

And just like that it’s over.

That single confession destroys him, shatters whatever was left of his self-control because Cornelius had always known he wanted you. Needed you to live. Craved you every waking hour. But to hear you say it—to claim him as yours—it’s intoxicating.

Cornelius’ breath catches in his throat. His heart pounds so violently he thinks he might faint. Slowly, he pulls back, eyes wide as he searches your face, as if trying to confirm what he just heard.

"You… you mean that?" His voice is small, as if he’s terrified this moment might be ripped away. You cup his face, gently rubbing your thumb over his cheek with a gentle, loving smile.

"Yes... You have always meant to be mine as I yours."

A strangled exhale leaves him. His arms tighten around you in a hug so tight that if it was physically possible, you’d be united as one, burying his face against your shoulder as he took a shaky breath.

“You don’t know what you do to me,” he whispers, voice raw with emotion. "You don’t know how much I love you."

And then, with every ounce of tenderness in his soul, Cornelius kisses you again, like you are the most precious thing in the world as the ape leads you into his bedroom closing the door behind himself, all his doubts absolutely forgotten once you push him against the door passionately kissing him back, both ready for a night of passion.

As the sun spills through the window, casting a warm glow over tangled sheets and bare skin. The air is thick with your scent—heavy, with lingering traces of warmth and passion. Each of you had dreamed of this, ached for it, but now, in the golden haze of morning, it’s real.

Now, with you nestled beside him, your body tangled with his, Cornelius’ mind races. The ape blinks slowly, his heart filled to the max and already pounding as his mind catches up with reality. Your hair is sprawled across the pillow, breathing slowly and even as you rest here. With him.

Happy. Relaxed. Safe.

A deep warmth spreads through his chest, his stomach fluttering as he watches, almost afraid to move and wake you up.

"I love you." The verbalization of his thought crashes into him with overwhelming force, leaving him breathlessly happy. His fingers hover over your cheek before finally giving into his desire, brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear, a soft smile on his lips. You stirs slightly, sighing in contentment as you press closer to him and Cornelius sucks in a breath as realization hits his still hazy brain.

"Last night… Last night happened… And she’s still here!" A soft, giddy smile spreads across his lips, relief and awe washing over him all at once. He presses a feather-light kiss to your bare shoulder as he spoons you closer, whispering softly,"I’ll protect you from the world."

The air is thick with the warmth of last night, the lingering heat of tangled limbs and whispered confessions surrounds Cornelius like a heavy, comfortable blanket on a cold day when he feels you stir. Softly at first—fingers curling into the sheets, a slow stretch of bare skin against his and Cornelius feels his heart pound in anticipation.Then, before he can even prepare himself, you turn to him, beautiful eyes still hazy with sleep and lips curving into a soft, knowing smile.

Then you lean in—slow, teasing… warm as you kiss him. A slow, deep kiss of happiness that Cornelius cannot help but smile against your lips. Not rushed. Not demanding. Just a lazy, sensual press of lips, your fingers grazing the fur of his jaw and Cornelius takes a deep breath against your soft lips, his cheeks flaring with heat as his entire body tenses, every muscle locked in place as her lips move slowly against his, still absolutely unbelieving that you are there, kissing him. Holding him. A soft, involuntary noise escapes his throat, somewhere between a gasp and a whimper. His hands twitch, aching to pull you closer, to melt into your warmth but he’s too overwhelmed, his brain still reeling from last night.

And then with that sweet, slightly raspy from sleep voice, you greet him.

"Good morning, baby."

A shudder wrecks through his whole frame as heat floods his face, ears burning as his heart hammers against his ribs, like it wants to escape him to refuge into your chest. His mouth opened several times, his throat dry but his brain had stopped working.

Baby… She called me baby—

He hides his face in the pillow shyly, groaning as he mumbles softly, "You're going to be the death of me." and you couldn’t help but chuckle at this ape man cuteness, pressing another kiss to his bare furry shoulder, and Cornelius swears he’s going to combust.

He barely has time to recover from your soft ‘Good morning, baby’ before the warmth of your bare skin shifts over him as you straddle him, pressing down just enough to send a slow, aching heat through his loins.

And then—you smirk in a way that makes him feel absolutely feral, those beautiful eyes looking at him from under your lashes.

"Ready for round two?"

Cornelius’ brain short-circuits.

Oh no. His entire face burns as he stares up at you, mouth opening— closing—opening again, but no words come out as his hands hold your fleshy backside, and as your fingers trail down his chest, nails scratching pleasurably on the thinner hairs on his chest  and his entire body shudders.

"I-I barely survived round one—"

She can’t be serious. She can’t— His hands instinctively grip you tighter, his fingers betray his true desire, as they start kneading your soft skin instead.But then you lean down, teeth softly teasing the shell of his ear as you whisper:

"You are my lover now, right? Shouldn’t I take responsibility?" Cornelius whimpers as your hand teasingly caresses his obvious arousal. And then he realizes…

He’s a goner.

Cornelius is shaking, he already can’t breathe, already can’t think—

And then—you move closer.

The pressure sends lightning straight through his veins to his brain, a desperate, helpless noise catching in his throat as his fingers clutch you closer.

Oh no. Oh no, no, no—

His vision blurs, his self-control torn apart like wet paper and you know. You can feel it—the way his grip tightens, nails pleasurably sinking into your soft skin, the way his entire body tenses beneath you. And when you bite your lower lip—

"...please—" He moans your name as his hands pull you flush against his body, thoroughly enjoying how you two fit against each other, like you were made for eachother. You lean down, lips teasing his ear, voice silky and sinful.

"Let me show you, Cornelius… Let me show you this is real."

And Cornelius with a shy smile on his lips, flips the positions kissing you passionately, whispering against your lips,“Let me show how good I can be as your mate… Let me show you how much I love you”.

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Zira came into her home after a tiring day at the lab, her case weighing her tired arms although when she sees the familiar silhouette in the corner of her eye, she can’t help but smile. As she looks up, hazel eyes resting on yours, she nearly drops what she’s holding the second she sees you fully.

Her first thought? Oh my God, she’s perfect.

Followed by an Oh my God, she’s teasing me, and I am absolutely going to lose my mind.

You lean against the doorway, your outfit clinging in all the right places that you know Zira absolutely adores, eyes bright and playful, daring. 

“You’re staring, Zira.” You tease in a sing-song tone, swaying your way to her as Zira scoffs, trying to regain some semblance of composure, but her heart pounds harshly against her ribs, flushed cheeks betraying her excitement. 

“Can you blame me? Look at you.” She smiles, dropping her case by the door. Her hands aching to hold you flush against her.

You step closer, and Zira swears her entire brain short-circuits. She has spent so long trying to control her attraction, her need to claim you as hers, but this—this is pure torture.

You grins, noticing how her pupils dilate as she checks you out, pressing a finger under her chin, you playfully ask. “I take it you approve?”

Zira exhales a shaky breath, her fingers twitching as she fights the instinct to grab. “You’re evil. You know that, right?”

You just smirk, your other hand caressing her usually neat combed hair. “Only for you, though.”

That’s the moment the ape completely snaps. Zira had been teasing, had been enjoying pushing you to flustered reactions, very much enjoying the red flushing your face. But the moment you turned the tables—when you press against Zira, warm and wanting, lips grazing her ear as you whisper in a soft, needy voice:

"I’ve been waiting for you… “ You nib at her ear, hands wrapping around her waist. “I prepared this surprise for you” You pressed a heated kiss on Zira’s neck, her weakness. “ I need you, please?”

Zira stops breathing.

Every muscle in her body tenses warm with the fire of her passion for you. Her fingers dig into you sides as a wave of heat floods through her making her legs feel shaky .

"Oh… oh, you little minx."

Her heart pounds against her ribs, her breath escaping in shaky exhales. 

She had always planned to be in control, to tease and seduce you slowly. But now? Now she’s the one undone, absolutely at your mercy.

Zira’s voice is raspy, barely above a whisper as she whispers your name, her hands bunching your silky nightdress to reveal more of your naked skin. “You really know how to make a girl lose her mind, huh?”

You smile against the fur of her neck, trailing a path of kisses up to her cheek. “I learned from the best.”

Zira growls—low and full of need. And before she can stop herself, she flips their positions, pressing you against the nearest surface– a table and pinning you bellow her.

“You need me, hm?” Zira breathes against your lips, biting softly your lower lip, grinning. “Then let me show you just how much I need  you.”

She captures your mouth in a deep, hungry kiss, all playful teasing gone—only raw, unfiltered passion remains. Zira is used to teasing, to flirting, to playing around. But your words? Your tone?

That absolutely wreck her.

Her playful smirk falters, and for once, she’s speechless.

She—she's serious. She actually—she really wants me. A sharp breath escapes her, her fingers clenching into fists as she struggles to stay composed in front of you. Then, after a heartbeat, she grins.

"Ohhh, now that’s sexy." She steps in, pressing her forehead to yours, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "Then you better be ready for me, because once I’m yours, I’m never letting you go." With a mischievous gleam in her eyes, she pounces, sealing her promise with a deep, heated kiss.

“You’re the one that’s sexy, Zira.” You smirk, sighing in pleasure as Zira’s hands teasingly slid under your nightdress, caressing the underside of your breasts.

 Zira laughs. A breathless, delighted sound against your swollen lips.

"Sexy? Me?" She places a hand on her hip, grinning. “Mmm, I like the way you think.”

You lean closer, trailing your fingers along Zira’s fuzzy arm. "I don’t just think it, Zira." Your lips brush against Zira’s ear as you mumble "I know it."

A sharp heated breath escapes Zira’s lips, a mix between a moan and a sigh. Her playful confidence flickers,just for a second, before she grabs your face in her hands and crashes your lips together in a passionate kiss.

"Fine. You win." She mumbles, as you both try to catch your breath. Her heated eyes stare at you like a predator, oh, she’s not letting you walk away without a taste of your own medicine.

Zira, in a surprising move, picks you up and runs to her bedroom, softly dropping you in her bed like nest. You couldn’t help but giggle as the ape carried you like a potato sack, looking at her heatedly from under your lashes as she took off her tunic dress. Just to pin you beneath her as she grins down wickedly, her canines glinting in the light.

"You wanted to tease me, baby?" She leans in, her voice a sultry whisper. "Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea who you’re dealing with." Zira smirks as she feels your soft hands caressing up her sides, her own too busy kneading your chest."You really want to play this game, huh?"

You reach up, tracing a finger along Zira’s jaw. "Mmmhh-hmm." You smile, nails biting softly on her scalp and that’s all it takes for Zira’s control to slip. Her grin is feral, eyes glowing with amusement and desire.

“Oh, baby girl, you should know better than to challenge me.”

You barely had a second to react before Zira’s lips crashed against yours in a  kiss so heated, deep, and claiming. When she finally pulls away– only out of need for air–  Zira chuckles at the dazed look in your eyes.

"What’s wrong?" She purrs, tilting your chin up with her finger. “Not so smug anymore, are you?”

You let out a soft, breathless laugh. "Maybe I just like losing to you."

Zira’s grin widens. “Oh, sweetheart,” she presses her body flush against yours, enjoying the feel of your soft skin under her weight, her lips grazing just over your ear. "You haven’t lost yet."

Your breath is warm against her ear, voice soft, sensual—intimate.

"C’mon Zira…I’m yours aren’t I? I always have been."

Zira’s breath catches.That single teasing confession, something Zira had been waiting for literally months, shatters whatever was left of her control, because she needed you to be able to breath. She had been aware of her feelings for months, but to hear you finally say it—to claim yourself as hers—it’s intoxicating and awakens something primal in her.

She had never expected to hear those words. Yes, she had waited and begged the lawmaker to one day be able to say them to you but— Zira never thought she would hear them from your lips and yet, here she was. Claimed.

She’s mine.

Zira laughs softly, though there’s a slight tremor in her voice.

"Oh, baby girl… you have no idea what you just did."

You tilt your head playfully, biting your lower lip in amused desire. "And what’s that?"

Zira grins, pinning you beneath her weight, her knee wedged between your thighs giving your body the much needed pressure where you craved it.

"You’ve just sealed your fate." As the ape leans in, her lips kissing the tender shape of your jugular before grazing it sensually– slowly with her canines, her breath hot against your skin. And then you lean down, breath hot against Zira’s lips.

"I want you, Zira." A growl rumbles in her throat, her smirk is wicked, voice dangerous.

"You’re playing a dangerous game, my love." Zira mumbles under her breath, smirking wide. "You belong to me, hm?" You hum, trailing your fingers along Zira’s thighs. 

"Completely." A deep purr rumbles from Zira’s throat at your admission with a wicked smirk, she captures your lips in a kiss that is thoroughly, undeniably, possessive. As her nails tear at your dress as she pulls it over your head, finally being able to see your nude form. Licking her lips, she throws the nightdress somewhere in her room before attacking your lips again, ready to prove to you how much she loves you all night long.

The morning sun spills through the window, casting a warm glow over tangled bare bodies. The air thick with the scent of you two with soft, lingering traces of heavy passion. Zira wakes up to your scent, tired but extremely content, her hands hugging your waist and Zira huffs softly– she could really get used to this. She had dreamed of this, spent nights aching for it, but now, in the golden haze of morning, it’s real.

Now, with you nestled beside her, body tangled with hers… A lazy smile stretches across her lips before she even opens her eyes, she can imagine your adorable face as you sleep. Happy, safe… satisfied because of her.

"Ohhh… last night … wasn’t a dream?"

She smiles as the warmth of the sun caresses her back, her body is sore in all the right ways, a delicious warmth still simmering beneath her skin.

When she finally blinks awake, the first thing she sees is you.

The woman who drove her insane. The woman she had wanted for so long.

And now?

She was hers.

A slow, wicked smirk curves her lips as she props herself up on her elbow, watching you sleep with a loving smile, her fingers softly brushing your hair back to see you better.

"How did I ever resist you?"

She leans down, brushing her lips just barely over your shoulder, trailing feather-light kisses up your neck. You stir, a soft sigh escaping your lips as you feel Zira kissing you awake. The ape grins, whispering playfully,

"Good morning, baby girl. Did you sleep well? Because I’m not done with you yet."

The air is thick with the warmth of last night, the lingering heat of tangled limbs and whispered confessions. You stir softly at first—fingers curling into the sheets, a slow stretch of bare skin against Zira’s as her heart pounds in anticipation. And before Zira can even prepare herselves, you turn, eyes still hazy but lips curving into a soft, knowing smile as you pin her beneath your weight. Then you lean in—slow, teasing, warm as you kiss her deeply..

Not rushed, nor demanding. Just a lazy, sensual kiss, full with feelings just spoken as you greet her.

"Good morning, baby."

Zira grins happily, the doubts that sometimes bit at her self confidence disappearing like rushing water. Because of course you were kissing her awake. Of course you were calling her baby.

Because you loved her just as much as she loved you.

As you pulled back, Zira couldn’t wipe the smirk from her face, she stretched lazily beneath the sheets before grabbing your ass and pulling you back down, flush against her. Pressing down in that torturous, perfect way, that made Zira gasps, her claws digging into your thighs.

"Mmm… I think you can do better than that, darling." That action makes a breathy giggle escape your lips, before leaning down again for a kiss—but this time, Zira rolls you over, pinning you beneath her own weight, her bob wild and sticking in all directions, some hair falling on her forehead.

"Now, let’s try that again… but with a little more… enthusiasm." You laugh breathlessly, as Zira kisses you passionately, brain reeling with endorphins.

Because this woman is hers and she’s never letting her go.

You brushed her hair back softly, eyes bright with desire as you bit Zira’s lower lip, murmuring a soft "Ready for round two?"  And although Zira had you pinned under her, you still had that mischievous, knowing, breathtaking smirk. Your legs wrap around her waist and Zira can’t help but gasps, a thrill shooting through her spine as her nails dig into the meat of your thighs.

"O-Oh, sweetheart—" Her lips part, breath quivering as your fingers slid down Zira’s waist, towards the maddening heat twisting in her loins. "You—oh, you know what you’re doing."

"What 's wrong? I thought you liked the chase?"

Zira’s pulse pounds, a slow, hungry grin spreads across her face, eyes almost completely black from desire. She bares her teeth, her control dangling by a thread as her pulse hammers.

"Oh, you are perfect."

She purrs as her teeth graze her lover’s pulse as you laugh, the most beautiful sound Zira had ever heard and she huffs heatedly.

"You started this, darling—don’t think for a second that I won’t finish it."

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Milo walks through his door, mumbling to himself about some theory when he looks up and—oh. Oh.

His hands grip the door frame for a second, needing to support himself as his knees go out. He’s the intelligent, logical one, always in control, but all of that shatters in an instant when he sees you standing in his living space in that.

Oh no. Oh no, no, no— His thoughts are not processing in full sentences anymore.She's teasing me. She knows what she’s doing. She’s enjoying this.

You tilt your head, that knowing smirk on your lips. "You’re staring, Milo."

He swallows thickly, his fingers twitching at his sides. His usual quick wit abandons him entirely. All he can think about is how much he wants to pull you close, to run his hands over every inch of exposed skin. But then, that realization hits him like a freight train—you planned this. You wanted to tease him, to fluster him.

And it 's working.

You step closer, lifting a hand to brush against his jaw. Milo’s breath shudders out of him. His mind, usually razor-sharp, is sluggish, clouded with desire. She’s the most brilliant and infuriating woman alive. And she chose me. You whisper against his ear.

“Do you like it?” 

That’s the moment Milo completely loses himself to you. He is used to always analyzing every situation before reacting. But this?

This is not something he can think his way out of.

Your body pressed against his, your lips against his ear, your voice pleading for him—it all sends shockwaves through his entire system. His breath hitches sharply, fingers twitching at his sides, desperate to touch but terrified to lose himself.

She’s testing me. She’s pushing me. And I’m going to break.

He exhales shakily, every nerve in his body burning as his voice,strained from desire whispers your name, as if he’s fighting an internal war. “You don’t—you don’t know what you’re asking for.”

You pull back just enough to meet his eyes, your fingers curling around the fabric of his shirt.

“Yes, I do.”

Something inside Milo snaps.

His hands finally grip your waist, strong and needy. His lips crash against yours, no longer hesitant, no longer overthinking. For once, he stops analyzing and simply feels.

Milo freezes as he feels you speak against his searing kiss. The words ring in his head, looping over and over. "I won't share you with anyone."

His rational mind tries to process it, to analyze what this means, but his body betrays him. His breath shortens, his fingers clench, heat flares beneath his skin.

Possessiveness is dangerous. It’s irrational. But then you look at him like that, eyes dark with claiming intent, and something inside him breaks.

She means it. She really—she really wants me to be hers. And only hers.

His lips part, his breathing ragged. He can’t even find the words, can’t think. But his hands find you, gripping your waist, pulling you flush against him.

His voice is rough, strained, almost desperate as he growls.

“Then prove it.”

And when you lean in, tilting his chin so your lips hover barely apart, Milo gives in completely.

"You're so sexy when you beg" You sigh against his kiss, and the chimp lets out a sharp, breathless laugh.

"Sexy?"

Oh, now you are playing dirty.

His hands tighten around your waist, his jaw flexes, and he tilts his head ever so slightly, eyes dark with something dangerous.

You notice and smirks.

“You are, you know.” You smile, stepping closer, your breath warm against his jaw. "So smart… so handsome…" She leans up, lips brushing his ear. "So… sexy."

His self-control snaps and before he even realizes what he’s doing, Milo grabs your waist, spinning so your back is against the wall. His body cages your in, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” he growls, his lips brushing against your callarbones, his hands trembling with restraint.

But when you tug him closer, whispering, "Then show me,"—

Milo’s grip on her tightens.

She called me sexy.

His mind reels—his sharp, logical thinking completely shattered by the warmth of your body, the heat in your gaze, the way you had just dared him to take her.

A low, breathless chuckle leaves him.

“Oh, sweetheart” he murmurs, his hands skimming down your sides, his fingers shaking slightly from the intensity of his restraint. “You really shouldn’t tease me.”

Then you tilt your head, eyes glimmering with mischief. “Why?”

His eyes darken.

"Because I always finish what’s started."

And then, suddenly, he lifts you—arms locking around your thighs as he pins you against his cluttered table.

Your gasp quickly turns into a soft, breathy moan as his lips crash against yours, his fingers digging into your hips.

"You need to take responsibility for this" he breathes against your lips. "You started this."

You only smile at the blushing ape before you. "Then let me finish it, Milo" Your breath is warm against his ear, voice soft—intimate."Let me make you mine"

Milo’s entire body tenses. Your breath against his ear, the heat of your words—it’s too much.

His fingers dig into your thighs,jaw clenching as his mind races.

She’s mine?

He had tried to resist. To hold back. But now? Now, there’s no going back.

Milo grabs your chin, forcing you to look at his eyes darkened with something feral.

“Say it again,” he demands, his voice low, desperate.

You smile, dragging your fingers through his fur. "I’m yours, Milo. Just as you're mine...Always."

A deep, ragged breath escapes him before he crashes his lips against yours, pressing your body against his, his hands roaming as if he’s memorizing every inch.

"You have no idea what you just started..." he murmurs against your lips. "And I’m never letting you go."

Milo moans as your hands grab at his shirt, taking it off and throwing it around his messy room. He holds you with one hand as he carries you to his room, ready to show you how much he had planned and thought about this.

The morning sun spills through the window, casting a warm glow over a messy room with tangled sheets on the floor. The air is thick with your mixed scent with tingles of warmth and passion. The ape sleeps with you nestled beside him, body tangled with his in a mess of limbs.

Just then Milo wakes with a sharp inhale.

For a second, panic grips him—his mind still trapped in the fog of last night, in the rawness of it.

Did I… did we…?

And then, he feels you right next to him.The warmth of your body, the way your fingers are lightly curled into the tuf of fur on his chest.

Reality hits him like a freight train.

Oh my god... She chose me as her mate. She loves me too.

A shudder runs through him, and he grits his teeth, staring up at the ceiling.

I won’t let anyone hurt you.

His fingers twitch as he fights the impulse to hold you tighter, to claim you all over again. Instead, he buries his face in your hair, where your scent is more powerful, inhaling deeply as his heart thunders against his ribs.

He whispers, so quietly only you can hear:

"I can’t lose you now."

Then, he feels you stir, softly at first—fingers curling into his fur, a slow stretch of bare skin against his. Your eyes open, hazy at first but quickly fix into his as he leans down to greet you with a slow soft kiss. "Good morning, beautiful " he greets.

Milo’s body freezes against her lips, taken aback by the sweet nickname and he barely breathes as you pull back, voice honeyed with sleep and teasing affection.

"Good morning, baby."

Milo’s cheeks flush red as his fingers hold the back of your head instinctively, his breath ragged as he presses his forehead to yours.

She’s called me baby

His fingers shake against your scalp, his jaw tensing as he fights the overwhelming urge to pin you down and lose himself in you all over again.

This woman is dangerous. He thinks.

His eyes look into yours, as his rough, low— nearly broken voice rasps.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" You only hum, fingers trailing down his chest with a small, wicked smile.

"Maybe I do."

Milo groans against your lips, I’m in trouble. He thinks just as he feels you move to straddle him, pressing down just enough to send a slow, aching heat through him

"Ready for round two?" You bat your eyelashes at him just as Milo sucks in a breath, every time you move he feels the tingles fan the fire in his body. He’s already struggling—fighting the leftover hunger from last night, the way your touch lingers like a brand that he wants all over himself.

Is... Is she’s playing with me. She’s—

His teeth clench as his hands snap to grasp your thighs, gripping tight as he forces himself to breathe to not pass out. And his mind registers the possessively ravenous look in your eyes he concludes:

You knows exactly what you’re doing.

His entire body is tense, his restraint hanging by a thread. He knows if he moves even an inch, if he gives in—

But then—your hips shift deliciously and Milo can't help but groan, low and nearly broken, his jaw ticking as he snaps.

"You’re dangerous," he growls, flipping you beneath him, knee pinning you into place as your flushed messy self only laughs.

Milo swears by all scientific data in the universe that he is losing his mind. His fingers grip the sheets, thinking I can handle this. I can— over and over again when suddenly you move closer. His breath punches out of his chest, his hands flying to your hips to stop you—

But then you do it again. And again, again, again– As a sharp, broken groan rips from his throat, his body betraying him as his control disintegrates.

"You—" he chokes, his voice wrecked, but you only tilts your head, teasing, unknowingly lethal.

"Yes, doctor?"

And with a deep breath, Milo's hands pin your waist to the bed, ready to make you pay for teasing him to the brink of stupidity.

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Zaius had always prided himself on his unwavering discipline but when he steps into his home and finds you waiting for him, dressed in something entirely too revealing, his breath catches as his world turns in its axis.

He freezes in place, his mind torn between admiration and shock.

She did this on purpose. She planned this.

His hands curl into fists at his sides, struggling to suppress the sheer need suddenly roaring through his veins. You move toward him with slow, deliberate steps, hips swaying in a way that made his fist tremble and as you get closer to him, your fingers ghost over his robe…

 “You’re home late, Zaius.” Your voice is laced with playful reproach, but all he can focus on is how soft you look, how intoxicating your scent is, how your bare skin is right there–

He exhales slowly, voice a careful murmur. “What exactly are you trying to do?”

You hum, fingers sliding over his collar, fingers teasingly brushing under the fabric. “I thought you could use a distraction.”

His jaw tightens. She wants to test my control. She wants to see me unravel.

And for the first time in his life, Zaius feels his discipline crack.

Him. 

The unyielding Dr. Zaius.

But when you press your soft warm body against him, whispering teasingly a "I need you, please," in a voice so soft, so desperate that all of his carefully built walls crumble. His breath falters, his heart jack-hammering against his ribs as every part of him aches to respond. His mind is a whirlwind of desire and restraint.

She’s human. I shouldn’t—I can’t—but... I want—

You shift closer, fingers ghosting over his chest as your lips brush against his ear once more.

And he can't help but give in.

His large hands slide over your waist, pulling you against him firmly. His breath is warm against your hair, voice low and rough. “You have me,” he admits, his control gone. “You always have.”

He tilts her chin up, his eyes dark with emotion he’s fought so hard to hide. “But be sure, little one. Because once I claim you…” His fingers tighten, his voice dropping to a whispered warning against her ear. “I will not let you go.”

And when you lean into him, bodies flush against each other, with nothing but trust in your eyes, Zaius can’t help but devour your lips in a deep, claiming kiss as his entire body goes still.

“You’re mine, Zaius” You whisper against his lips, softly nibblin on his lower lip as you admit. “ Just as I’m yours.” 

The orangutan stops breathing.

Your words echo in his head, unraveling everything he thought he knew.

You were his?

No... That was dangerous. That was forbidden.

And yet… he wants it. Wants you.

Slowly, he pulls back, cupping your face in his large hands, his gaze searching for any proof of deceit.

“You belong to me?” His voice is low, full of something unspoken, something he’s afraid to acknowledge, raw need to hear you say it. Hear you claim him again, prove his cynicism wrong.

You nod, smiling softly. "I think I always have, Zaius. Just as you’ve been mine the moment I landed on this planet."

His breath shudders, fingers tighten against your skin. And for the first time,  Dr. Zaius lets go.

His lips descend on yours, his kiss hungry, possessive, filled with all the months of denial he had forced upon himself.

"You were and will always be mine," he growls softly against your lips, his canines scrapping your lower lip. "And no one will take you from me."

He’s always been the one in control. Always. No one dares to claim him. No one dares to tell him what he can or cannot do–

Except you… Always you

When you say it—when you look him dead in the eyes, voice low and certain—something deep inside him trembles.

She wants me. Only me. No one else.

A slow, measured breath leaves him. His golden eyes darken, his hands tighten at his sides. He steps closer, until there’s barely space between you and the wall, his presence towering.

“You would keep me all to yourself?” His voice is low, a mix of intrigue and something dangerous, predatory.

Smirking proud, you tilt your chin up. “Yes.”

A deep rumble vibrates in his chest as his eyes stare into your soul.

“Then you better be ready for the consequences.”

With that said, his hands grabbed your waist, yanking you flush against him, claiming your lips with a fierce hunger. His body slots perfectly against yours, as if you were made for eachother, his hands tremble in their exploration of your body, aching to touch your naked skin. You broke the heated kiss only when your lungs begged for air, lips slightly wet with shared spit and you smiled at him. Lips flushed and swollen from his kiss, that fact alone made Zaius absolutely feral.He stares at you, silent. His golden eyes  locked onto your smug expression, your flushed lips curved in amusement.

She knows what she’s doing.

He should chastise you. Should remind you that playing with fire has consequences.

But he doesn’t.

Instead, he steps forward, slow, deliberate.

Your breath hitches as he reaches out, his large hand cupping the back of your neck. His fingers tangle in your hair, his thumb stroking your jaw with unnerving tenderness.

“You think you can tease me, little one?” His voice is a low rumble, sending pleasurable shivers down your spine.

“Yes.” You grin, tilting your chin up. “It seems to be working.”

A slow smirk spreads across Zaius’ face. “Is that so?” His fingers tighten in your hair, tilting you head back slightly. Then, he leans in—his lips brushing along your pulse, his breath hot against your skin.

"Tell me… would you still be smiling if I showed you exactly what happens when you tempt a beast?" You barely got the chance to answer before he devours you in a bruising kiss, his hands grabbing your butt and holding you up, prompting you to wrap your legs around his waist, making him groan against your lips.

“Gosh, you’re so sexy when you look at me like that.” You mumble against his incessant kisses, he swears he’s addicted already to your taste as he stills. The word lingers in the air between you, wrapping around him like a slow-burning flame licking at his brain.

She called me sexy.

His grip tightens, his darkened eyes darkening as he exhales a slow, measured breath trying to regain his bearings.

"Is that so?" His voice is smooth, but underneath, there’s a dangerous edge.

You hum, tilting your head playfully. "Mmmh-hmm. I could say it again if you’d like…" You lean in, brushing your lips over his cheek, just enough to tease making Zaius’ patience snap.

His hands come up, cupping your jaw with a firm but controlled grip. His thumb strokes your bottom lip, his gaze locked onto yours.

“You want to play with fire?” His voice is a low rumble as he whispers your name, his body pressing against hers, leaving no room for escape.

"Maybe." Your challenging smirk made the need in Zaius’ belly flare like a thousand suns. As a slow, wicked grin spreads across Zaius’ face, his hands travel down your body, spreading your legs to slot himself between them.

“Then don’t be surprised when you get burned.” He claimed your mouth in a deep, devastating kiss as he carried you towards his room, placing you softly against his big bed, trapping you under him as his hands finally traveled under your clothes like he had always fantasized about as you both tangled in each other, ready for a night of unabashed lovemaking.

The morning sun spills through the window, casting a warm glow over tangled sheets and bare skin, the air thick with your scents—soft, lingering traces of a night of feelings and passion. Zaius wakes slowly, his mind still clouded with sleep.

And then—he feels you.

The soft warmth of your body against his, the rise and fall of your breathing, the way your leg is draped over his own...

His breath catches.

"I gave in." His fingers twitch against the sheets, his mind racing with a thousand thoughts. He was always in control. He had denied this, fought so hard just to resist you.

And yet, last night… he had surrendered.

"I took her. I let myself have her." His chest tightens in anxiety but when you shift in your sleep, curling against him with a soft sigh of contentment, his entire body relaxes. "And I don’t regret it one bit."

With a slow, deep breath, Zaius allows himself to pull you closer, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"You are mine now. And I will never let them take you from me." The air is thick with the warmth of last night, the lingering heat of tangled limbs and whispered confessions, then you stir softly at first—fingers curling into the sheets, a slow stretch of bare skin against his. The ape cannot explain why his hands sweat nervously, heart pounding in anticipation. 

Would you regret it? Regret him? Before his mind could be consumed by his fears you turn to him, eyes still hazy with sleep, lips curved into a soft, lovingly knowing smile. You lean in slowly, leaving a soft warm kiss against the frown of his brow bone before kissing him on his lips, and Zaius hadn’t noticed he was thirsty until your lips covered his like water on a hot day.

Not rushed. Not demanding. Just a lazy, sensual press of lips, your fingers grazing his jaw as Zaius is silent.

Not because he doesn’t feel anything—quite the opposite.

He feels everything.

Instead he focuses all his energy in searing this moment into his mind, your lips feel like a hot iron leaving your brand on his brain.Your lips are slow against his, your touch light, affectionate. You were claiming him, owning him, pulling him into something he can never walk away from now.

"Good morning, baby."

His entire body locks up, breath caught in his throat, a sharp intake of air as something deep and undeniable shifts inside him.

She means it. She meant everything.

He swallows hard, his fingers trembling as he cups her face, his forehead kissing hers.

She truly wants me.

The weight of it is too much but he can’t fight it anymore as his lips crash against yours, his control tattered beyond repair as he groans, "You will be the ruin of me."

And you only smile—because both of you knew he likes it.

He felt your smirk into the kiss, your hands tightly holding Zaius’s hair as you suddenly moved, as you straddled him. Above him, hair tangled and cheeks flushed, the marks of Zaius’ passion covering your soft skin, the orangutan believes it’s the closest thigh to a holy sight he has ever seen.

"Ready for round two?"

Everything stops. His entire world narrows to the heat of your body, your scent, the slow, teasing drag of your fingers down his chest, your weight pressing deliciously against his arousal. His breath catches on his dry throat as his hands move to your hips on instinct, but he doesn’t move you away.

He can’t.

Your smirk is taunting, your weight pressing down just enough to make his blood boil.

She knows. She knows what she’s doing to me. She enjoys breaking me–

He groans, his forehead resting against the cushions on his bed,his restraint shattered beyond repair—

In one swift motion, you’re beneath him, wrists pinned above your head as he leans down, voice hoarse,

"Do you enjoy testing me?" He asks, his nails softly caressing the lines of your veins as you only grin, arching up beneath him, fisting your fingers into his long blonde fur.

“Isn’t it obvious, doctor?” You mumble, eyes blown out at the purely ragged look from usually neat tidy Zaius.

As minister of science and chief minister of the faith he had spent his entire life mastering control, he never let himself be ruled by his feelings.

Until now.

Until you.

His jaw is tight, his breath ragged as his nails dig into the sheets— And then you move and a strangled, low groan breaks from his throat before he can stop it, his entire body tensing like a coiled spring ready to snap and take you again.

No—control yourself Zaius.

But oh, you know him so well. You can see it, feel it.

And suddenly he feels your lips ghost over his ear, with a voice so soft, you share a breathless plea.

"Touch me, Zaius."The orangutan growls as his arms wrap around you, flipping your positions again, pinning you beneath him in an instant as his lips crash against yours—

"You begged for this, my little human..."

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A/n: Hope you enjoy!! Lmk your thoughts pls! Should I write nsfw? (ゝω´･)b⌒☆

[fayesia]

Helloo!! If your not busy or have enough time, could you write an imagine from the husband!mike schmidt blurb? It was the third one, about reader going to the grocery store with a bunch of hickeys on her neck.

You had awoken much earlier than your husband, he was resting peacefully in a mass of white sheets and pillows after his long and gruelling night shift, meanwhile you got ready to run some errands. You put on a pair of bell bottom jeans as well as a cute checkered off the shoulder top, which showed off the crevice of your breast and your collarbones. After applying your makeup and jewellery, you fiddled with your wedding ring trying to remember where you put the car keys. Trying to quietly tip toe around the bed to retrieve your bag however Mike had woken up from his slumber.

“Oh looks like sleeping beauty has finally awoken”

“Don’t i need my knight in shining armour to kiss me for that”

“ah yes my apologies, let’s try it again then”

Giggling you watched as Mike closed his eyes again and waited for your lips to meet his. Leaning over you gently kissed him, about to pull away until he deepened it.

His tongue entered your mouth as you moaned against him, Mikes arms wrapped around your waist pressing you closer against his body. Holding onto you he sat up while you curled in his lap, his mouth travelling down the side of your neck straight to your weakest spot. Your moans growing increasingly louder when he started sucking and biting marks into your skin, just above your collarbone and across your chest. He pulled down the stretchy material of your top, brushing his mouth against the soft and supple skin of your breast, sucking more marks onto your perfect skin. He reached down to unbutton your jeans until your hands stopped him.

“unless you wanna drink water for dinner, you’ll have to wait until after my errands to do anything” Mikes mouth opened to retort but you were quick to stop him. “nope. no buts, now i better go before i get stuck in traffic, which will mean you’ll have to wait even longer before you see me.”

He slumped in defeat knowing that you were not one to argue with, instead gently kissing you and nodding his head to show he understood. Grabbing your bag you walked to the front door putting on your shoes and making your way into the bright summers day. Making the mistake of not looking in the mirror on the way out. Although would it really be a mistake?

Driving through the traffic and almost throwing hands with an old lady to find a parking space close to the grocery stores entrance, you made your way through the aisles as your trolley soon became more full. Consisting of ingredients for tonights dinner and snacks that Abby loved as well as some art supplies which she would be more than happy to see after getting home from school.

Heading over to the check out area you begin placing items on the moving conveyor belt. Looking up as you made eye contact with the cashier scanning your items, he couldn’t have been older than a college student, he offered a small awkward smile asking how you were. Politely responding, you hoped the conversation would end soon so that you could get home to Mike.

You felt eyes on you as you looked up watching the cashiers eyes rake you up and down, they stopped at your chest, not even wavering with shame as he read out the price. You pulled out your credit card, glaring at him as you payed, making sure you held your hand there long enough for him to notice your shiny bright diamond wedding ring. His eyes widened when he noticed, a sheepish smile plastered across his face, mouth opened as he stuttered to wish you a good day but you were already walking out of the grocery store doors to even bother replying.

Racing back to your car you were filled with rage at the absolute nerve of that man—no, boy, one can barely consider him to be a man. Looking into the mirror of your car while attempting to calm yourself your eyes took a double take at your neck, your mouth only widening further in shock once you saw your reflection. Numerous hickeys of colours varying from purple to red to pink were littered from the base of your neck to the top of your breast. Shaking your head you remembered Mikes antics from this morning, nonetheless it surely better have taught that cashier a lesson and you hoped it had bought him a lot of embarrassment as a result of letting his eyes wonder a bit too much. You knew once you told Mike about this he would never let you leave the house without at least marking you once, his way of making sure everyone know that you are his.

His girl, his woman, his wife.

~unedited~

[hsyvers]

IM IN LOVE WITH SPIDER-JEN you dont even understand 🥰😝😻 but im craving some angst... can you write yn getting attacked by one of yunjins enemies and she doesnt get there in time? my heart hurts just by requesting this 🤧

for you, i'd bleed myself dry - spiderwoman!h.yj x reader

WARNING(S); vague descriptions of death

NOTES; 1k. i hate writing angst so so much but when someone requests i'll try my best to deliver so 😭 yk atsv and like the thing abt canon events....and the last gwenter scene in tasm 2....yeah....im kinda denying that it's a pt.2 to my spiderwoman yunjin fic bc im delulu <3

"hey!" yunjin yells, her heart hammering in her chest, "y/n! i need to hear you!"

"i'm okay!" you respond shakily, standing on a tiny ledge that oversaw the whole hollow clocktower, except for a bunch of gears moving. the fall would still be able to kill, "focus on your fight!"

yunjin lets out a relieved sigh, wincing at the action. her ribs hurt the more she breathes, her vision getting blurry the more she evades her enemy's attacks.

how much has technology advanced anyway? with all the guys yunjin has had to deal with, especially the last few months, it felt like every terrible person was trying to be on par with spiderwoman.

that's how you all ended up on top of this fucking clocktower anyway. if it weren't for her insisting to give you a quick kiss, he might have thought you were just a normal civilian.

'fucking idiot,' she thinks to herself, forcing her limbs to move. once she feels her foot connect with his face, she dives down to get you.

"hold on tight," she orders, with you nodding quickly. she webs something sturdy above the both of you, but just as she pulls up, the criminal cuts it off.

all yunjin can hear is your gasp and his sickening laugh.

she grabs you with a web and sends another one to hold her up.

he seems bored of repeating the same action, jumping down to challenge yunjin to take him on again.

you see the white eyes of her mask focusing on you, and at this moment, it hurts to think of how much she loves you.

when he tries to grasp her arm, you shout a warning, and yunjin manages to kick him off again, her arm swinging to throw a punch before she holds herself up again.

then the gears meet, and your web snaps.

it happens so quickly, that, you wonder if you even screamed.

yunjin doesn't either. she just jumps.

lower, and lower, and lower.

a string chases your chest.

you hear a crack, and you feel yunjin's arms envelop you.

and you're grateful that that's the last thing you feel.

"please, please, please, oh fuck," yunjin pulls off her mask, tears streaming down her cheeks when she falls to the floor, cradling you, "please, babe, no. don't do this."

she leans her ear to your chest, and she has the urge to die herself when she hears nothing.

"honey, no, please," she begs softly, her chest wrecking with sobs when she presses a lingering kiss to your temple.

"get up, okay? tell me you're alright. scold me for being late to practice. yell at me for dropping you!"

it aches. it aches how alive you looked and how dead you felt.

"i'm so sorry, i'm so sorry," she chants, holding you closer as she cries, "it's all my fault. i should've-...i..."

"you look so tired," you whisper, one late night.

yunjin had come home around 3 am, and she's sitting tiredly on your bed, nuzzling her face onto your chest as you stood and held her.

"everything...hurts."

you pull her mask off, expression souring when you see a cut on her lip and eyebrow.

"one day, i'll kill the people who hurt you like this," you declare quietly, after patching her up, like you always have, and you always will.

"no need," she whispers, burying her face in your hair when you lay on the bed, "i'll handle them and you handle me, okay?"

you giggle, and nod in approval, taking her hand to press gentle kisses on her battered knuckles, "i'll take care of you."

and yunjin is surprised at how much she yearns. even when you're around. and painfully more so when you're not.

"it's rotten work."

"not to me. not if it's you."

she remembers falling asleep to your voice.

she never regretted touching you, kissing you, telling you how she loved you, every single day. she never forgot your lips on her own, her cheeks, and her scars.

maybe that's why it was so utterly devastating.

because she never felt that strongly about anyone, or anything. she was the city's protector while you were hers.

she crumbles completely, and she sits there for hours.

the police can arrive, blame everything on her, arrest her, she didn't care.

the only reason why she tears herself away from your body, was so you could be buried properly. she feels as though she can't speak, her eyes red and dull when she left you.

she doesn't come out of her room for days. everyone seems to notice spiderwoman's absence. her friends try to get to her, but she refuses to respond.

she finally shows her face at your funeral, and when they ask why she did, she merely says it's all for you.

and also, she thinks, because you saved her. again, even after death. you did have a way with words, after all.

to my soulmate,

i know you warned me before we started dating, about how i might be in as much danger as you are.

if you found this, it's because you were right, and for whatever reason, i can't be with you right now.

i just want to say that i don't regret kissing you that one night after you saved me, and i certainly wouldn't take back all the love i have given you and my experiences of you giving all you have left in you to me.

in fact, i'd do it all over again, and even now, i love you, i love you, i love you.

you got this! you can pull through it. you're the strongest person i know. and don't forget to lean on our friends if you need them. i know you'll be in good hands.

i took care of you for as long as i could, and you protected me to the best of your ability. i know, because i trust you.

so please, continue to smile and laugh for me, i'll be watching from wherever i am, so don't you dare forget it!

yours forever,

the love of your life (your words, not mine, babe)