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[melymigo]

Faltó en español, Te amo.

[nyt1ba]

Space fam art dump because I'm unhinged @stilettaux / @sentinalle

[valyrielwrites]

As You Are

Part 2/? (full fic available on Ao3)

Relationship: Aemond Targaryen / AFAB Reader Word Count: 2308 Summary: Set one month after the wedding, you and your husband Prince Aemond come to terms with the growing love that blooms within the bright flame of desire. Warnings: Smut, 18+ themes, Oral, Sex

Author Note: This is a follow up to what was originally a oneshot that I posted back in 2023, which can be found here (Part 1). However, this can also be read as a stand alone ✨ enjoy!

You woke to the sound of chirping birds, squinting as your bleary eyes adjusted to the warm morning light that filtered through the half-opened curtains. Last night's sheets were still wrapped around your tender body as you rolled over to find your husband's side of the bed, empty and unmade.

Prince Aemond sat a short distance away, his unbound silver hair tucked behind his ear as he remained perched in an armchair by the open window, a leather-bound book in hand.

It had only been a month since the wedding, and although you had your own personal quarters, you still spent most of your mornings like that - warming your husband's bed, reluctant to part from him unless necessary, relishing the comfort that his company brought you.

"Come back to bed..." you hummed, your throat hoarse and heavy from your slumber.

He looked up at the sound of your voice, the sapphire in his eye refracting ever so slightly in the light, "I couldn't sleep."

"We do not have to sleep," you said.

A small smile broke the focus on his face as you carelessly sat up, allowing the silk sheets to slip and expose your bare breast in an open invitation.

"You're incorrigible," he sighed and raised a brow, yet put his book down all the same.

You gave him a wicked smile, "Am I?"

Aemond stood and walked slowly toward the bed, his hand ghosting the knot at his waist that barely held his robe together, those long fingers sliding carefully in but pausing just short of unfastening the loop.

"Here I am, enjoying a perfectly good book, and yet you are determined to drive me to distraction..." he stopped at the foot of the bed and looked down at you with a warm smile that betrayed his scolding tone.

You playfully kicked out your leg, stroking along the length of his thigh with your foot as you pouted, "I am terribly sorry, my prince."

"My wife ought to know her place," he teased, a considering look in his eye as he trailed his fingers along the curve of your calf. "Hmm, I dread to know what others at court might say about your behaviour."

"Well, 'tis hard to know my place when my husband so cruelly abandons me come dawn..."

"Abandons?" he scoffed. "You would accuse me of being so heartless? When I simply wished not to disturb your slumber?"

You squealed in delight when he grasped your ankle to drag you slowly across the mattress, your back slipping against the silk sheets with ease as you offered no resistance. Your body ached for him, something dark and consuming pooled in the pit of your stomach as he set you down against the edge of the bed beneath his towering figure.

"Ah - I humbly beg my Lord husband's forgiveness for any offence caused," you giggled unapologetically, sitting up and shaking your tousled hair out of your face to better see his mock disapproval.

Aemond's hand caressed your jaw, carefully lifting your gaze to meet him as he stroked his thumb along your bottom lip, "How shall you make it up to me?"

"I have a few ideas," your voice was low, desperate with wanting.

Aemond took a sharp breath as you pulled apart the knot that keeps his robe together, his hardening cock suddenly freed from the fabric as you took him in your hand and stroked slowly from the head to the base. You wet your lips and leant forward to press a delicate kiss against the shaft, your grip tightening just ever so slightly as his fingers entangled themselves amidst your hair.

He smirked, "Enlighten me?"

Aemond twitched when you gazed up at him, desire blazing through your eyes as you carefully flit your tongue along the pre-cum that gathered at the tip, watching eagerly when his lips parted and a small gasp caught in his throat.

You took your time, slowly but surely wrapping your lips around him as you lowered your mouth onto his considerable length, relaxing your jaw to take him as far as you could before the urge to breathe again had a chance to spoil your fun.

"Fuck -" Aemond plead, his hand stroking the crown of your head as he guided you.

You let out a hum of satisfaction while you swirled your tongue around his cock, bobbing your head, and watching the way that your husband's head rolled forward with a low groan. Aemond grunted and held you in place when you swallowed, a feverish heat prickling up his spine when you groaned around his cock and pushed yourself as far as you can go before your breath escapes you.  

He drank in the sight of you, your body flush with desire, with the insatiable hunger that had alighted between you. It took everything he had not to buck his hips, to chase the pleasure that you coaxed from him, to allow you the power to unravel him so perfectly.

You withdrew with a gasp for air, your lungs desperate for relief, the laughter shaky in your throat as Aemond quickly leant down to steal a kiss.

"Am I forgiven?" you moaned softly into his mouth, his tongue hot as it caressed your own.

"Not yet," he whispered, his teeth grazing your lower lip. "But if this is the kind of apology I can expect to receive, perhaps we should bicker more often?"

"Only if you extend the same courtesy to me," you replied.

"Hmm... " he grinned. "It would be my pleasure."

You felt his hand cup the swell of your breast, his touch was warm against the cool morning air as his thumb traced circles around your nipple, his kiss softening as he lowered himself to kneel on the edge of the mattress.

You pulled back slightly, your eyes half-lidded, your forehead resting against his own. Aemond allowed you a moment to catch your breath, for you to weave your fingers through his silver hair and graze the nape of his neck, before he slowly shifted and pulled you into his lap. His hands stroked along the outline of your body, charting every bend and curve in his endless endeavour to know you as no other man could.

He brought his lips to yours again, his voice low as his hand wandered to the apex of your thighs, "Here?"

"Aemond -" you let out a ragged breath, a wordless plea for more as his forefinger began to run slow clumsy strokes against your clit.

"You're already so wet for me," he hissed as you deepened the kiss, his finger slipping inside with ease. "I could take you right now," he withdrew to the knuckle and slowly pushed back in with a second digit. "Is that what you want?"

You whimpered as his thumb stopped at the bud, pressing firm as his fingers thrust in and out with agonising precision, pleasure pooling in your belly as you rocked your hips forward. His lips found the crook of your neck as your head rolled back, playfully nipping the sensitive skin as you reached for his cock and found it harder than ever before.

Aemond groaned, the pace of his fingers quickening as you stroked him, overcome by an aching need to bury himself inside you. Acting entirely on impulse, before he even realised what he was doing, he removed his fingers and brushed your hand aside to move you so that your body was finally flush against his.

"I need you in me," you begged him as he angled his cock beneath you, the tip brushing perfectly against your swollen clit on its way to your entrance. "Seven hells, Aemond... Fuck -"

You locked eyes as he raised his hips, and the length of him finally pushed in, his gaze intent and unwavering as he sheathed himself as deep as he could go. He stared and stared at you, holding your head in place so that you couldn't look away, and a deep and unspeakable sense of belonging closed the space around you until you were all that was left in his world.

You let out a restrained groan at the way that your body tightened around him, at how full he had made you. Your hands gripped the strong muscles around his shoulders, pulling him into an eager embrace, as if clinging to him could ground you somewhat - to remind you of who you were when the rest of your senses escaped you.

Aemond closed his eye and buried his face into your neck as his hands rested at your lower back, his cock twitching inside of you as he breathed in your scent, for a moment unsure how to tell where he ended and you began. All that he knew, all that he could be... You were his, and he was yours, joined body and soul to become two parts of a greater whole.

You rolled your hips forward as naturally as breathing, a pulse of relief flooding your veins as your body relaxed into him with a gratified shudder. You felt Aemond's mouth on your neck, trailing kisses up and alongside your jaw, his breath hot and heady as you leant back far enough for his lips to find your own again, muffling the sounds that you made.

He matched your movement, rocking his hips in time with your own as the pace gathered a sense of urgency, a longing call for release that heightened with every thrust. Aemond could feel how close you already were, the way your muscles tensed, how frantic your moans had become, as you locked your legs around his waist to try to gain some leverage and drive him deeper.

"-Not yet," he gasped, his voice commanding and raw, as he suddenly lifted you again and shuffled up the bed, tossing you onto your back against the pillows.

You whined at the unforeseen pause, watching the way his cock glistened with your arousal as he adjusted his position, yearning for him to be inside you again before you could realise how empty it feels when he is not.

"Put it back in," you pleaded. "Please... Oh gods, I love how you feel when you're inside me."  

Aemond knelt upright, pulling your legs up over his shoulders as he brought the head of his cock back home again.

"You love it, hmm?" he asked as he leant forward and bore his weight with both arms.

"Yes-" you tilted your hips up, chasing that connection, brow furrowed in frustration as you only got as far as the tip.

Aemond let out a huff of laughter, his head dipping even closer as he brought his forehead to rest against yours, "... Do you love me?"

You swallowed, stopping as you finally met his gaze again and felt the weight of the air between you, your chest heaving with each ragged breath. You already knew the answer, and he did too, but neither of you had breathed truth into those words yet.

It was strange how something so simple could mean so much, how the dull flame of desire could burn into the brightest love you had ever known.

You reached up to tuck a silver strand behind his ear, your fingers tenderly stroking his cheek as a sweet smile breaks across your face and said, "always, Aemond."

"Ñuha jorrāeliarzy..." his eye closed as relief washed over him.

"Is that Valyrian?"

"Mmm," he hummed in confirmation. "It means 'my beloved'."

He didn't give you the chance to reply, his lips were already on yours again, his tongue sliding into your mouth as he finally pushed his cock back into your heat. You cried out in ecstasy when he hit you at exactly the right angle, your walls tightening around him as he relentlessly drove into you.

Your back arched off the bed as he pulled himself upright again, his arm pinning your legs in place as he fucked you hard and deep, the sound of nothing but your grateful moans and skin against skin to keep his tempo.

A few thrusts more, and you were approaching the precipice, pleasure sparking through your core as you writhed beneath him. He let out a strangled groan when he felt you tense around his cock, the sight of you so thoroughly undone bringing him closer to the edge, too. He looked down at himself, at the way you took him so perfectly in, at how you trembled as your orgasm peaked, and he couldn't stop himself from falling with you.

You shuddered as you felt him empty himself inside, relishing the immense heat of him when he buried himself to the hilt, a feverish look in his eye as his hips gradually stilled. Your legs slipped from his shoulders as he slumped forward to kiss you, a languid and sweet relief as you brought your bodies flush again.

"When does it end? This want that I have for you," he murmured against your lips, his thumb slowly stroking the outline of your cheek. "I can scarcely remember what I was doing before you distracted me."

"I don't recall either, my love," you whispered.

Aemond releases a content sigh as he unsheathed himself and rolled onto his side, reaching for a nearby towel so that he had something to clean the mess that he had made. He let out a soft laugh and pressed a kiss against your breast as he wiped between your thighs.

You settled back under the covers together, cradled in his arms as if the world outside the room no longer existed, as if there was nothing else worth getting up for. You knew that you couldn't stay like that forever, and that eventually duty would call him away - but for now, you were both exactly where you belonged.

[captain-bubble-wrap]

Srry but I love thar you're doing auston writings so could you do a quickie before morning practice?

YOU HAVE A BEAUTIFUL MIND, OKAY!? LIKE, GORGEOUS! 🙂‍↕��🙂‍↕️

C|W : 18+ obviously, the rest is pretty vanilla; nothing worthy of a "warning". Just don't read it while operating heavy machinery!

W|C : 1.6k

It was some time past nine when you finally started to stir. Auston had been up since well before you, and the sounds of him in the shower had been what had awoken you. There he was, wearing nothing but a white towel around his waist as he passed through the bedroom towards the closet. You couldn't help but stare, and he didn't seem to notice that you were awake anyways, so where was the harm? The curves of his back, the tattoo on his spine, the way that towel was clinging to his ass -- you were hoping it would start to slip.

Just then, as if he had heard your silent pleas, Auston looked over his shoulder at you. "Good morning, baby," he smirked, seeing you looking at him like you were. He knew that look. "I wondered if you were going to join me."

"Easier to admire the view from here." You propped yourself up amongst the numerous pillows as he made his way over to you. There he stood, chest dotted with water droplets falling from his hair, but you didn't mind because the kiss had your eyes rolling closed.

"I'll let you get your sleep," he mumbled, lips just far enough away from yours to speak.

The sun was filtering in through the still-drawn curtains, but in a way where everything felt hazy, dreamlike. The weighted duvet you were under was warm; Auston's t-shirt you were wearing was already pulled up past your waist.

You couldn't lie that you were still tired, but it was his fault you were awake -- he owed you. "Come back to bed."

That grin was dangerous, and your body reacted accordingly to the desire it masked. "I've got to get to practice, babe. If you're still there when I get home," he trailed off.

"I'm not going to wait that long. C'mon, honey. Just real quick."

"You're never quick," he laughed, lying to himself that he wasn't fighting the urge to bend you over the bed. "Later okay?"

Pouting, you wouldn't let your eyes leave his face. You knew how you could make him stay for just a little while longer, and you wouldn't have to tell a white lie to do it. "I'd rather you get me off than me having to do it myself, Auston."

There it was. The way his amber-coloured eyes narrowed at you. He knew what you were doing and it was working.

"Baby-- I've gotta go."

"Just blame being late on the traffic. Please?"

For a second you thought he really was going to be strong enough to resist you, but when he sighed, you knew you had won.

"That 'please'," he whispered, "It's unfair. You're going to get me in so much trouble."

When the towel finally hit the floor, you could tell he was already half erect as he slipped beneath the blanket to settle in between you legs. The anticipation of any part of him touching your skin had your heart beating out of control.

"They won't know," you replied, catching his gaze. His right hand found your inner thigh, gently forcing it wider apart. There was so much pressure between your legs, just waiting to be released, and you'd get the ability soon enough. Auston was going to hold you to your word of "real quick". His fingers found your wet pussy, causing your back to arch against the pleasure of his touch. The first moan had him smiling -- likely something he'd hear in his head the rest of the day.

"Ah, good girl," he hushed, leaning over you while he pressed his head against your dripping lips. You were spread wide and ready for him to plunge deep into you -- the wait was unbearable. With each teasing poke, you wondered if he had second thoughts about getting to practice.

"Auston!" You begged, feeling him softly probe your outer folds.

He just laughed softly, back in control like he liked it. "I love it when you beg for me."

No sooner was he done with his sentence, did he fully enter you, forcing you to take every last inch he had to offer you. Your nails dug into his shoulder blades with each slow, deliberate thrust he was so kind to treat you with. The sound of his moans sounded so good in your head, and you loved knowing it was you who had him sounding like that. He'd nearly pull out just to fuck you just a little harder than the time before, trying to hard not to slip out.

"Fuck, babe--." he said breathlessly. "You feel so good."

However, you couldn't speak. You were lost in the fact that every time he pumped deeper into you, he was leaning forward and grazing your clit just enough to make you dig your nails deeper into his skin. Eventually, his pace quickened, as you found it hard to catch your breath against the constant panting. He wasn't messing around and had completely pushed the fact that he needed to go out of his mind. You were too nice to just use and walk away from. You were a treat to be enjoyed, and enjoy he was.

"You're taking me so well~ Just like that, baby."

Your eyes were rolling back in your head, the bed creaking against his cadence. He'd have your hands pinned above your head before he was through. You felt so small beneath him; so tight as he continued to stretch you wider. What time was it? Was he late? Did any of that matter? No.

Just when he thought you couldn't possibly get any wetter, he had to catch himself after you wrapped your legs around him, getting a new angle to go deeper.

"Ah, fuck--," he moaned, as you matched his. God, he knew just what he was doing to send you into a dizzy spell. "Keep going, good girl."

Did he know you were close? Had your rapid whimpers signaled that you were going to be reduced to a puddle if he kept talking to you like he was? He knew your body just as good as you did, if not a little better with how he could tease you enough to keep you going till he was ready to let you come. Any time you had tried to edge yourself, you gave in and finished after the second attempt. It was too easy to give in to yourself, but Auston was something completely different.

He wouldn't keep you wanting for long. His right hand continued to hold both wrists in place, while his left trailed down your face, tipping your chin for a kiss before wrapping his fingers around your throat. He was so strong, yet gentle when and where it mattered.

"Just a little more, baby. Not until I say so."

You were hanging on to him with dear life, but fuck if it didn't feel so amazing. His fingers squeezed slightly, heightening the pleasure you were receiving. You met him with each fleeting thrust, wishing somehow he could give you even more. He had already hit every secret spot you had, but you were being selfish.

"That's it-- wait for me."

Auston knew you were struggling, but he also knew if you waited you'd be happy with your reward. The mattress bounced beneath the two of you, Auston fucking you rapidly at the end until he couldn't hold on any longer.

"Tell me what you want, baby. Say it."

"Come in me, Papi. Please!"

The desperation in your voice was the release he needed and together, the two of you collapsed into a fit of staggered breathing and clouded, incomplete thoughts. His full weight on top of you made you fell so safe, so protected and at peace. Slowly, you'd unfold your legs, feet now flat against the mattress although he was still fully inside of you, as per your request. You could feel the raised marks your nails had caused over his shoulder blades. He'd have to be careful in the dressing room with those fresh marks on his skin, or else everyone would know why he had been late.

"You're amazing," he whispered, mouth right next to your ear while he laid there. "I'm glad you talked me into this."

His comment made you laugh, running your fingertips along his back as a soft thank you. "I'm happy you stayed."

Nuzzling against your neck, Auston slipped a hand beneath your shirt and carefully played with your nipple, knowing you'd be borderline overstimulated. You'd bite your lip to stifle the gasp he had caused.

"I'm sorry, baby," he said with a kiss. "I like to play with you."

He'd lift himself up slightly, your body instinctively clenching around his cock at the feeling. "I'll go slow, okay?"

Taking his face in your hands, you'd give him a nod -- still nibbling on your lip. Feeling him finally slip out of you left you aching.

"I've gotta get cleaned up and go, baby," he confessed, wishing he could just spend the day in bed with you. "Wanna join me?"

"No, you go on ahead. You're already late."

"Are you sure?" He half-whined, hoping you'd change your mind.

"Yeah, we both know what's going to happen if I take a shower with you. I need to lay here for a little bit anyways." You smiled as he got back on his feet, reaching for the towel he had discarded beside the bed. He felt guilty leaving you there like you were, dripping wet with his cum and yours, but you had had a point. "Can I get you anything before I go?"

You'd just shake your head, watching him walk around the foot of the bed. Those marks on his back were so red.

"I'm sorry about your back."

He laughed, feeling the heat coming off of them, "Hard to blame those on the traffic."

[sherewrytes]

Just casually thinking of Mafia/Made man Toji. (au)

Mafia/ Made Man Toji

is just a man who ended up inheriting his uncle's spot as the head of Zenin Mafia after trying to stay out the family business

Mafia/ Made man Toji

only really deals with his family's affairs if it's a Lil drug pushing and a money laundering, maybe a hit here and there. After all it's good money and he's trained for it.

Mafia/Made man Toji

always lied about what his family does or their affairs to hide the truth from you.

Mafia/ Made man Toji

met you when he was just 'working' in his uncle's Naobito's mechanic shop and street racing. Well, that's what he told you but that wasn't the only thing he did to make money. He never wanted you involved or knowing the details. He would always brush off your questions with a casual smile saying it was just another long day at the shop.

Mafia/Made Man Toji

didn’t want to be in the family business, but running it became second nature to him. The Zenin name carried weight, and with it came responsibilities—drug deals, money laundering, and keeping everything quiet enough for the authorities to stay out of the way. He handled everything with precision, keeping his emotions locked away when it came to business.

Mafia/Made Man Toji

balanced his nights between mafia meetings and the one thing that truly made him feel free—street racing. The roar of engines, the smell of burning rubber, and the thrill of pushing his metallic purple ‘67 Eleanor Mustang to its limits were the only moments he felt alive. He’d tinker in the shop for hours, perfecting every detail of his cars, and you couldn’t help but admire the focus in his eyes when he worked. It was one of the reasons you were drawn to him.

Mafia/Made Man Toji

never fully let the stress show. He’d flick his lighter open, the faint click signaling the start of his usual routine. That first drag from his cigarette or blunt always calmed him down, and you found yourself mesmerized by the way he inhaled, lips curling around the filter, smoke swirling around him like a promise of something forbidden. You tried to resist it, knowing you shouldn't be drawn in by the danger he exuded, but Toji had a gravity about him, pulling you in closer every time.

Mafia/Made man Toji

loved spoiling you with his earnings, you wanted money for school fees paid done, wanted your nails and hair done, paid for. You wanted that new Jacquemus or Diesel bag done. He loved sewing you dressed to th3 nth in your fav brands you wanted.

Mafia/Made Man Toji

would come home to you, covered in bruises, blood on his knuckles. You never asked where it came from, and he never explained. His kisses were always rough after nights like that, like he was trying to forget who he was and what he’d done.

Mafia/Made Man Toji

would come home late, his knuckles bruised, tension rolling off him in waves. You never asked what happened, sensing the weight of his silence. He would hold you tightly, as if grounding himself, the unspoken words heavy in the air between you.

Mafia/Made Man Toji

had a way of compartmentalizing things—mafia business on one side, racing on the other, and you somewhere in the middle. Despite everything, he still encouraged you to follow your passion for architecture and interior design, often telling you how he imagined his future home—sleek, modern, with your touch in every room. He liked to tease you about it, saying, “You’ll design it, right? You’re the only one I trust.”

Mafia/Made Man Toji

was complicated—dark, secretive, and intense, but there was a softness he reserved just for you. Even on his worst days, when his hands were rough and his eyes stormy, he’d sit with you, listening as you talked about your projects, always supporting your dreams even if he couldn't escape his own reality.

Mafia/Made Man Toji

would often return home in the early hours of the morning, smelling like smoke and gasoline. You’d ask where he had been, worry creeping into your voice, but he would just brush it off with that same lazy smile. “Just the usual,” he’d say, running a hand through his hair and leaning in to kiss you, distracting you from the questions piling up in your mind. But deep down, you knew there was more to the story. You could see the tension in his shoulders, the heaviness in his eyes when he thought you weren’t looking.

Mafia/Made Man Toji’s

secrets started to take a toll on your relationship. The fights became more frequent—sharp words exchanged over dinner, accusations thrown in frustration. You hated the way he shut you out, keeping you at a distance when all you wanted was to be close to him. “I know something’s wrong, Toji,” you’d argue, your voice trembling with emotion. “Why won’t you just tell me the truth?”

Mafia/Made Man Toji

would get quiet then, his jaw clenched, eyes darkening. “You don’t want to know,” he’d say, voice low and final. And that was the end of it. No matter how hard you pushed, he wouldn’t let you in. The walls he had built were too thick, and every time you tried to break through, it only pushed him further away.

Mafia/Made Man Toji

started staying out later, disappearing for days. When he did come back, the secrets he kept weighed heavy between you. You started noticing the way he looked at you—like he was hiding something dangerous.

Mafia/Made Man Toji

made sure you knew the stakes everytime he touched you, his hand slipping beneath your clothes, lips brushing your ear, “You’re mine. Don’t forget that.”

Mafia/Made Man Toji

was never gentle with you, he loved fucking you like he hated the ground you walked on while saying the nastiest and most vile things in your ear. He loved tying you up, choking you, biting you, scratching you the works

" Come on love, you keep pushing my buttons and prying where you're not supposed to now open up and let me fuck some sense into that pretty head of yours ""You just love soaking me when we fuck don't you yn. You stay wet me for me always""Don't get quiet on me now Ma, you weren't quiet when you were picking a fight earlier, shout my name just like you was when you was cussin me""Come sit on my face, I'm thirsty for your taste"

Mafia/Made Man Toji

would get quiet when you asked him about his whereabouts and where all this money is coming from. His jaw clenched, eyes darkening. “You don’t want to know,” he’d say, voice low and final. And that was the end of it. No matter how hard you pushed, he wouldn’t let you in. The walls he had built were too thick, and every time you tried to break through, it only pushed him further away.

Mafia/Made Man Toji’s

love for street racing and the mafia world began to consume him after each fight. The more you fought, the more time he spent away from home, losing himself in the adrenaline of the races or the cold efficiency of the family business. His friends—Sukuna, Geto, and Gojo—became his constant companions, his right-hand men in both the underground world and the street racing scene. They saw him spiraling, slipping further into the life he had once tried to avoid.

Mafia/Made man Toji

grew tired of you pushing him and broke it off. He watched you cuss him out, cry and he knew he couldn't stay the arguments were too much and he knew the secrets were getting to you. He dropped 15k on the table and took his stuff and left your shared apartment.

Mafia/Made Man Toji’s

friends knew he wasn’t the same since you left. After the breakup, it was like a switch had flipped inside him. He stopped trying to keep the two worlds separate. He stopped caring about the line he had drawn between you and the dark life he was part of. The pain of losing you had pushed him deeper into the mafia's clutches, the responsibilities of running the Zenin family weighing heavily on him. Without you there to keep him grounded, he fell harder into the business—deeper deals, more dangerous nights, and a growing numbness that even his love for racing couldn’t fix.

Mafia/Made Man Toji’s

friends watched in silence as he spiraled, helpless to pull him out of the hole he was digging for himself. Sukuna would often shake his head, trying to get through to him. “You’re not yourself, Toji,” he’d say, watching as Toji barely listened. Geto, like a brother to him, knew better than to push too hard, but even he couldn’t ignore the change. Gojo, with his carefree attitude, would joke about how Toji was living fast, but even he knew there was something broken inside him now.

Mafia/Made Man Toji,

despite everything, couldn’t forget you. Late at night, when the smoke had cleared and the adrenaline had worn off, he’d find himself thinking about you—about the way you used to look at him with so much hope, about the future you’d both dreamed of before everything fell apart. But now, those dreams felt too far away, replaced by the cold reality of the life he was trapped in.

[homosexualgirlandbags]

Ok so we all know that technically, logistically speaking, Nikolai's actual name isn't Nikolai, right? And because of the nature of his job, it's highly unlikely he hands out his name to people like candy.

So, I present this long overdue draft.

John was fucking delirious, it had been 2 days since he had slept, and he couldn't remember when was the last time he even ate. The clock was far too loud in the background, and he could feel his muscles aching.

In short, he wasn't prepared to spend the next 5 hours filing paperwork whilst trying to pry Nik's real name out of his ass. Price cursed under his breath, flipping through files after files as he tried to find a name he could match on record for the russian. His eyes were strained and his fingers were shaking from the amount of caffeine in his system, but goddamn if he wasn't going to find out Nik's real name before Laswell di-

Nikolai knocked on the door, his russian accent filtering through the door with just a tinge of concern.

"Cap't, Laswell said you've been cooped up in here for days?"

Another knock, before the russian decided to let himself in, first peering in with his head before entering fully. The sight before him was... Concerning to say the least. The Brit looked wild, his eyes bloodshot, and the overflowing cups of coffee were definitely unhealthy. Nikolai's brows furrowed in concern as John stared up at him.

Nikolai ignores the comparison of John to a mangy dog that pops up in his mind.

Instead, he steps forward, closing the door behind him. Nik could smell the stench of cigars clinging to John this close now. And the coffee breath was foul, to say the least. His handsome John was somehow ruffled now, and the feeling of service rises up in his mind again. How Nik wanted to just drag John to the bathroom right now, and take care of his love, to ensure that John was neat and tidy and well.

He sighed, knowing that it was probably futile to drag John to bed now, given his stubborn nature. No, he decides, instead it would be better to help John in his work, to at least ensure that John ends up in his bed that night. Nik ignores John's eyes boring into him as he begins tossing the paper cups stained with coffee into the trash, clearing a space on the table for him to sit on.

"Da, I know you're stubborn, Captain. But stubbornness will get you nowhere. Now, what's wrong, malyshka?"

He leans in closer to John's face, tilting his head as he resists the urge to hold John's face. His cheeks would squish out then, and as much as Nik found it adorable, he could much rather not deal with an annoyed John in his state.

"I'll brush my teeth and drop to my knees to suck your dick if you tell me your real name now, Nik"

Well... That was certainly an interesting development, to say the least. Nik's head tilted in amusement this time, hands tracing across John's face. His coffee breath was still foul, but Nik had gotten a blowjob from much worser conditions.

"You have 2 minutes to get started on brushing your teeth, moya."

Nik ignores how eager John looked when he accepted his offer, nor does he bother to stop John when he makes a run out of his office and into the nearest bathroom.

[thewulf]

Brighter than the Stars || Legolas

Summary: Request - Second, could you write a reader x Legolas where after the two grew close on their journey w/ the fellowship, Legolas (and eventually the rest) noticed how the reader would look at Legolas whenever the two were together/talked... Read Rest Here

A/N: I love sweet boy Legolas. Really like how this one turned out. Let me know how you like it :)

Pairing: Legolas x Female Reader

Word Count: 3.4k +

TW: Insecurity, Slight angst, Pure fluff? No LOTR triggers

The journey of the Fellowship was one fraught with danger and uncertainty yet amidst it all, a tender bond began to blossom between you and Legolas. Gandalf had brought you along as the healer, but it was Legolas who captured your attention with his ethereal grace and unwavering kindness towards you. From the moment you laid eyes on him, you felt a pull towards Legolas that you couldn't quite explain. Perhaps it was the way his eyes sparkled like sunlight filtering through the trees, or the gentle softness of his voice as he spoke of the wonders of middle earth. Whatever it was, you found yourself drawn to him more and more every day.

At first, Legolas treated you with the same courtesy he extended to all members of the Fellowship. Yet, as the days passed, and your interactions became more frequent he couldn't help but feel a stirring in his heart whenever you were near. It was as if a veil had been lifted, revealing a newfound depth to his feelings that he hadn't realized before. As the days turned into weeks the subtle shift in dynamics within the Fellowship did not go unnoticed by the other members. Aragorn with his keen perception honed by years of ranging across Middle earth was among the first to pick up on the blossoming affection between you and Legolas. He observed the lingering gazes, the gentle touches, and the shared smiles that passed between you. Though he said nothing, a knowing look passed between him and Boromir whenever your eyes met.

Gimli, ever the gruff but good-hearted dwarf couldn't resist teasing Legolas about his newfound fondness for the human healer. "I see you've taken quite a liking to our healer, Master Elf," he remarked one evening with a twinkle of amusement in his eye. Legolas merely responded with a raised eyebrow and a secretive smile, neither confirming nor denying Gimli's suspicions.

Even Boromir, burdened with the weight of his own quest and the responsibility of protecting the hobbits couldn't help but notice the subtle shift in Legolas' demeanor whenever you were near. He observed the way Legolas would seek out your company during their brief respites. For you there was a softness in his eyes that betrayed his usual stoic gaze.

Yet, it was the hobbits who truly brought the matter to light as their curious natures were unable to resist the opportunity for a bit of mischief. Merry and Pippin in particular took it upon themselves to play matchmakers. Much to the amusement of the rest of the Fellowship sans you and Legolas.

"I say, Pippin, have you noticed the way Y/N looks at Legolas?" Merry whispered conspiratorially one evening as they huddled around the campfire. The two of you were lost in conversation. So much so that Legolas wasn’t even paying attention to the comments around him. His focus was solely on you.

Pippin, his eyes wide with excitement, nodded eagerly. "Aye, Merry, it's as plain as the nose on Gandalf's face! She's smitten, that's for certain." Earning the laughter of the hobbits at that remark and a smack on the back of the head from Gandalf.

Armed with their newfound knowledge, the hobbits embarked on their mission to uncover the truth. And though Legolas and you remained oblivious to their antics, the spark of romance that had ignited between you could not be denied. Sam and Frodo, ever the loyal and steadfast companions watched the unfolding dynamic between you and Legolas with a mixture of amusement and quiet support. While they appreciated Merry and Pippin's enthusiasm they also understood the delicate nature of romance amidst the perils of their quest.

At first, Sam and Frodo exchanged knowing glances whenever Merry, and Pippin attempted to prod you or Legolas about your feelings. However, as the hobbits' antics grew more persistent they decided it was time to intervene albeit in their own subtle way. "Perhaps it's best to let them be, Merry," Sam murmured one evening as they watched you and Legolas share a quiet moment by the fire. "Love has a way of finding its own path after all."

Frodo nodded in agreement. His gaze thoughtful. "Indeed, Sam. And if Legolas and Y/N are meant to be, then nothing we say or do will change that." While Merry and Pippin continued their matchmaking schemes with gusto, Sam and Frodo opted for a more hands-off approach. They were content to watch the budding romance between you and Legolas unfold organically.

Gandalf the wise and enigmatic wizard, had a keen intuition that often surpassed the understanding of those around him. When he insisted on bringing you along as the healer for the Fellowship he did so with a subtle knowledge of the bonds that would form among its members. This included the burgeoning connection between you and Legolas. Though Gandalf didn't overtly push you towards Legolas, his gentle guidance and sage advice often served as a catalyst for self-discovery. He recognized the spark of potential between you and Legolas, understanding that love knew no boundaries, not even those between different races.

In quiet moments by the campfire or during their long marches across middle earth, Gandalf would offer words of wisdom and encouragement as he nudged you towards introspection and self-awareness. Through his guidance you began to unravel the complexities of your own heart slowly coming to terms with the depth of your feelings for Legolas. It was during one such conversation with Gandalf that the truth finally dawned on you. As you confided in him about your confusion and uncertainty regarding your growing affection for Legolas, Gandalf listened patiently, his eyes twinkling with a knowing light.

"My dear Y/N, love is a powerful force that transcends race and circumstance," Gandalf said, his voice gentle yet firm. "Do not shy away from the feelings that stir within you. Embrace them, for they may lead you towards a happiness beyond your wildest dreams."

And as you gazed into Gandalf's wise eyes, a sense of clarity washed over you as if a weight had been lifted from your shoulders. In that moment you understood that your feelings for Legolas were not a mere fleeting fancy, but a deep and profound connection that had blossomed amidst the trials and tribulations of your journey.

As the days stretched into weeks and the Fellowship journeyed through the untamed landscapes of middle earth Legolas found himself increasingly drawn to your side. There was an undeniable magnetism between the two of you. A pull that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. He savored the moments when you tended to his wounds, relishing in the gentle touch of your hands against his skin. There was a soothing quality to your presence. A warmth that seeped into his bones and chased away the shadows of doubt that lingered in his heart.

Yet, it wasn't just your healing abilities that captivated Legolas. It was the way you listened intently as he spoke of his homeland, your eyes alight with genuine interest and curiosity. In your company he felt understood in a way he never had before as if you saw beyond the facade of the stoic elf prince into the depths of his soul. And as he watched you laugh and joke with the hobbits a soft smile tugged at the corners of Legolas' lips. There was a lightness to your presence that filled him with a sense of joy he hadn't felt in ages. It was a feeling that he couldn't quite put into words.

It was during one such quiet moment by the campfire that Legolas finally admitted the truth to himself. As he watched you interact with the hobbits a surge of warmth washed over him igniting a fire within his chest that he couldn't ignore any longer. It was then that he realized he wanted more than just friendship with you; he wanted to explore the depths of this newfound connection, to see where it could lead.

As the night settled around the campfire, casting its warm glow upon the Fellowship. Merry and Pippin seized the opportunity to indulge in their mischievous tendencies. With conspiratorial grins and playful nudges, they pulled you aside, their eyes dancing with excitement. "Alright, Y/N, spill the beans," Merry said with a lopsided grin, leaning in closer as if sharing a secret. "What's going on between you and Legolas?"

You blinked in surprise, caught off guard by their sudden interrogation. "I... I don't know what you mean," you stammered, your cheeks flushing crimson with embarrassment.

Pippin chuckled, shaking his head in mock disbelief. "Oh, come on now, Y/N. You can't fool us! We've seen the way you look at him."

Your heart skipped a beat as you fumbled for a response, desperately trying to come up with an explanation that wouldn't reveal the true depth of your feelings. "I... uh...I just...admire his...hair," you finally blurted out, the words sounding feeble even to your own ears.

Merry and Pippin exchanged incredulous looks before bursting into laughter, their mirth echoing through the quiet night air. "His hair?" Merry exclaimed between bouts of laughter. "Is that all?"

Pippin nodded, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes. "Oh, Y/N, you really are something else."

You couldn't help but join in their laughter, though a part of you cringed at the absurdity of your own words. How could you have been so foolish as to think that admiring Legolas' hair would suffice as an explanation for the complex emotions swirling within you?

And as you glanced across the campfire to see Legolas with his back turned to you chatting with Boromir did a sheepish smile playing on your lips. You couldn't help but wonder what he must think of your clumsy attempt at deflecting the truth. Little did you know, he had overheard the entire exchange. His own heart swelling with affection at the realization that your feelings for him ran deeper than mere admiration for his hair.

As the laughter subsided and the hobbits' playful teasing continued, you found yourself squirming under their scrutiny. Merry and Pippin exchanged knowing glances, their mischievous smiles widening as they prodded you further.

"Come now, Y/N, there's no need to be shy," Merry teased, nudging you with his elbow. "We all know there's more to it than just his hair."

You sighed, feeling the weight of their relentless questioning pressing down on you. "Alright, fine," you admitted reluctantly, your cheeks burning with embarrassment. "Maybe I... maybe I do like him."

Merry and Pippin exchanged triumphant looks, their grins widening into smirks as they teased you mercilessly. "Ha! We knew it!" Pippin exclaimed with a grin. "You fancy the elf prince!"

You flushed even deeper feeling the heat of embarrassment spreading through your entire being. "It's not like that," you protested weakly though the truth of your feelings hung heavy in the air.

But beneath their teasing, there was a genuine warmth in Merry and Pippin's eyes, a silent reassurance that they meant no harm. And yet despite their best intentions a seed of doubt had already taken root in your mind. Why would an Elven prince like Legolas with his ethereal beauty and noble lineage ever be interested in a lowly healer from Eriador? It seemed like a fantasy too far-fetched to even entertain. It was a cruel trick of fate that mocked your deepest desires.

The hobbits noticed the shift in your demeanor, their playful teasing softened into genuine concern. Merry and Pippin exchanged worried glances, their smiles fading as they realized the depth of your insecurity. "Hey, Y/N, what's wrong?" Pippen asked, his voice gentle as he reached out to place a comforting hand on your shoulder. "Did we go too far with the teasing?"

You shook your head, trying to force a smile despite the heavy weight of doubt pressing down on your chest. "No, it's not that," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. "It's just...I can't get my hopes up, you know? Legolas is an Elven prince, and I'm just a lowly human from Eriador. He could never feel the same way about me."

Merry’s eyes widened with understanding. His expression filled with empathy. "Oh, Y/N, don't say that," he said softly, his voice tinged with sadness. "You're worth more than you know. Legolas sees something special in you, I'm sure of it."

But your heart felt heavy with doubt, the weight of centuries of tradition and prejudice bearing down on your shoulders. How could you ever hope to compete with the storied history and timeless beauty of the elves? It seemed like a fool's errand. A futile pursuit that would only end in heartbreak. As you poured out your heart to Merry and Pippin, unaware of Legolas' keen ears tuned in to your conversation the Elven prince's own heart ached with a bittersweet mixture of longing and sadness.

Though he had overheard snippets of your conversation with the hobbits, it wasn't until now that the full extent of your insecurities became painfully clear to him. As he turned away from his conversation with Aragorn, his attention fully captured by your words. A pang of empathy pierced through his chest. To hear you speak of yourself with such self-doubt and resignation broke Legolas' heart in ways he couldn't fully articulate. How could you not see the radiant light that shone within you? the kindness and strength that had endeared you to him from the very beginning?

Legolas felt a fierce determination ignite within him. A resolve to show you just how extraordinary you truly were. He longed to sweep away the shadows of doubt that clouded your mind and to replace them with the unshakeable belief in your own worth that you so rightfully deserved.

With a silent vow in his heart, Legolas turned his gaze back to the campfire. His mind ablaze with thoughts of how he could show you the depth of his feelings and the true beauty that lay within your heart As Legolas listened intently to your conversation with Merry and Pippin his heart swelled with a mixture of sadness and determination. He couldn't help but feel the weight of their shared concern for you.

Across the campfire, Merry and Pippin exchanged knowing glances. Their expressions filled with a silent plea for Legolas to intervene. With a subtle nod and a meaningful look they motioned for him to join them, hoping that he could offer you the reassurance and support you so desperately needed.

Legolas met their gazes with silent understanding. His resolve strengthening with each passing moment. With a graceful movement he rose from his seat by the fire. His footsteps were light as he made his way towards you. He was careful not to draw attention to himself.

As he approached Merry and Pippin stepped aside, their eyes flickering with a silent message that Legolas understood all too well. With a grateful nod he took their place by your side, his presence a comforting presence in the midst of your turmoil. Though you remained unaware of his silent exchange with Merry and Pippin, Legolas couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude towards the hobbits for their unwavering loyalty and support. And as he settled in beside you his gaze met yours with a tenderness that took your breath away

“Y/N,” he began, his tone gentle as a whisper of the wind through the trees, "I couldn't help but notice that something seems to be troubling you.."

Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment at the realization that Legolas had sensed your inner turmoil and you couldn't help but feel a pang of self-consciousness. "I'm sorry, Legolas," you murmured, your gaze flickering away from his intense gaze. "I don’t mean to burden you with my concerns."

But Legolas reached out to gently tilt your chin upwards, his touch sending a flutter of warmth through your chest. "No need to apologize, mellon-nîn," he said, his voice filled with a tenderness that melted away your fears. "I want you to know that you are worth more than you could ever imagine."

Your heart swelled with gratitude at his words, a flicker of hope igniting within you as you met his gaze. "That is kind of you to say." you whispered, unable to contain the doubt that still lingered in your heart. "But I'm just a human healer, and you're... you're an Elven prince. In another life we would never have even crossed paths.”

Legolas smiled with a softness in his eyes that spoke of a depth of feeling you had never known before. "We do not choose who we were born to," he said, his voice barely above a whisper yet filled with a quiet intensity, "you are kind, and brave, and full of a light that shines brighter than any star in the sky."

Your breath caught in your throat at his words, a warmth spreading through your chest at the sincerity in his gaze. As you looked into his eyes, you felt a flicker of something stirring deep within you. A longing that you couldn't quite name.

"But," he added with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, "if it's my hair that has caught your fancy, I must say, I've spent centuries perfecting it."

As Legolas spoke, his words carrying a playful yet genuine warmth, your mouth dropped open in realization. A blush flooded your cheeks as you processed his teasing remark, a mixture of surprise and embarrassment washing over you. How could you have forgotten that Legolas possessed such keen perception, his senses far surpassing your own?

Feeling a sudden urge to hide away from him, to shield yourself from the intensity of his gaze, you instinctively turned away. Your gaze fixed on the flickering flames of the campfire. It was easy to forget that Legolas was not just a companion but an elf prince with abilities and perceptions far beyond your own. Even as you sought to hide your embarrassment you couldn't help but feel a flutter of warmth in your chest at Legolas' playful teasing. There was a familiarity in his words, a shared moment of levity amidst the weight of your doubts and insecurities.

As Legolas noticed your sudden shyness a playful yet tender smile graced his lips. "Don't hide away from me," he said softly, his voice carrying a warmth that enveloped you like a comforting embrace. "If it makes you feel any better, I quite like your hair too. In fact, I like so much about you..."

You turned back to him, your heart racing with a mixture of apprehension and hope. "You do?" you asked, unable to hide the hint of surprise in your voice.

Legolas nodded. His gaze unwavering as he met your eyes. "Yes," he said, his voice steady and sincere. "I've admired you from the moment we met. Your kindness, your bravery, your unwavering spirit... They've all captured my heart."

Your breath caught in your throat at his confession, a rush of emotion swelling within you. "Legolas..." you whispered, your voice filled with awe and disbelief.

He reached out to gently cup your cheek, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "I know that our paths may be uncertain, and the road ahead may be fraught with danger," he continued, his gaze soft yet determined. "But I want you to know that my feelings for you are anything but uncertain. I care for you deeply, Y/N. I want nothing more than to explore this connection between us."

Tears welled up in your eyes at his heartfelt words. A sense of overwhelming joy flooding your heart. "I... I feel the same way," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

As Legolas leaned in closer, a tender smile gracing his lips he pressed a soft kiss against your cheek. It was a gentle lingering touch that spoke volumes. A silent promise of the love and affection that lay between you. Feeling the warmth of his lips against your skin sent a rush of butterflies fluttering in your stomach. It was a sensation that felt like the soft caress of a summer breeze. You closed your eyes savoring the moment. You let yourself feel the depth of his emotions conveyed in that simple gesture.

And as Legolas wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close in a comforting embrace, you nestled into him, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your own. In that embrace, surrounded by the soft glow of the campfire and the tranquil beauty of the night, you felt a profound sense of peace wash over you letting you know that everything would be quite alright.

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[marvelseries19]

A CHRISTMAS IN NORWAY

Pairing: Leah Williamson x reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: After two years of being together and on your second Christmas, you both decide to spend the holiday in your home country.

A/N: This is my first fic about real people, so please don't be too critical about it. I'm absolutely open to reading ideas, opinions, questions, etc. Just remember to be respectful. Be aware that I know nothing about Norway, and English is my second language. I know it's a little all over the place but I'm just trying to get out of the worst mental block I've ever had, also the ending might be a little rush, but I kinda ran out of inspiration at the end so, I just hope it makes sense.

Warnings: + 18, Suggestive

Word count: 0.9k+

[You do not have permission to repost or translate any of my stories or claim them as yours]

Your room is softly lit by sunlight that seeps through the open curtains, creating a gentle glow on your bed's white comforter and helping to wake you up. The warmth of the sunlight creates a cozy and peaceful atmosphere, making it difficult to resist getting out of bed.

When you come to, there's a weight over your waist that belongs to your girlfriend's arm. You gradually stretch and turn to face the blonde, who has a happy smile on her face. You are enthralled by the way the morning light plays on her cheeks and the fluff of her lashes as she wakes up. You can't help but feel a surge of love and contentment as you realize how lucky you are to have her in your life.

You extend your hand and run a finger along her sharp jawline, causing her to smile drowsily. You exchange glances and appreciate, in silence, the wonder of this moment: the beauty of the snow-covered Norwegian landscape of your hometown, the closeness of being enveloped in each other's warmth, and the quiet of the winter morning.

"Good morning, Elske." You said it in a quiet voice, not wishing to shatter the peaceful atmosphere you two had built. She mumbled a good morning as she drew closer and hid her head in the crook of your neck. You could feel her lips brushing against your skin, leaving gentle kisses.

"How did you sleep?" You asked while gently drawing random shapes on her bare back, neither of you bothering to put some clothes on the night before. "I always sleep great when I'm with you." You could feel the smirk on her face on your neck. "Cheeky." You chuckled.

Suddenly, Leah detached herself from you, straddling your hips, the sheet falling from her frame, leaving her bare under your waze. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned in closer. "I feel at disadvantage here." You uncovered yourself from the sheets as you met her gaze. A mischievous grin spread across your face. "Well, how about now?" The blonde couldn't hold it anymore, and she leaned down closer to your face. "Yeah, that works," she said while finally closing the distance between the both of you, locking her lips with yours. The kiss was electrifying, sending a rush of desire through your body. As your lips moved in sync, the room filled with an intoxicating mix of passion and anticipation. The world around you faded away, leaving only the two of you lost in the heat of the moment.

You spend the next hour just basking in the love and warmth you found in each other before you decide to take a shower and go out for breakfast.

--

Walking hand in hand, the sound of your steps blends with the far-off cries of seagulls and the infrequent hum of a passing bicycle. The aged wooden structures with their colorful paint jobs and ornate facades that evoke earlier times serve as vivid reminders of the past. A soft golden light filters through the narrow streets, casting elongated shadows that dance along the colorful walls. The aroma of hot coffee and freshly baked bread wafts from the surrounding cafés, tempting you to follow your nose to find the perfect spot for breakfast.

After a while, Leah started to feel the cold. Lucky for her, you found a cozy cafe. Its wooden interiors and inviting warmth make it a refuge from the cold outside. As you step through the door, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingles with the sweet scent of pastries, instantly enveloping both you and your girlfriend in a comforting embrace.

The place hums with a gentle buzz of conversation and the clinking of cups against saucers. Soft acoustic music plays in the background, adding to the relaxed atmosphere.

The menu boasts a delightful array of Scandinavian pastries—warm cinnamon rolls, flaky pastries filled with berries, and traditional Norwegian cakes—all displayed enticingly on the counter, enticing customers with their delectable taste.

It was an understatement to say that it was hard to make a choice, but since you would end up sharing whatever you ordered, it didn't matter that much. "This looks amazing; I don't know why we didn't come here sooner," Leah said while your order was placed in front of you. "I can't wait to dig in!"

"I'm glad you enjoy it, baby," you replied, eagerly grabbing your fork and taking the first bite. The food was incredibly delicious; Leah's eyes lit up with delight as she savored her first bite, her taste buds dancing with pleasure, and you couldn't take your eyes off of the blonde.

The start of the relationship had been a bit rocky, with both of you dancing around your feelings for a while. It took a rather harsh push from your friends to make you confess your feelings, and now you couldn't be more grateful for them.

"You're staring, you know?" She said it with a smirk on her face. "Well, can you blame me?" You replied, unable to resist her charm. "Thank you for coming with me, Elske." She grabbed your hand over the table, intertwining her fingers with yours. "There's no place I'd rather be, baby."

The rest of the day was filled with laughter, adventure, and kisses. You couldn't help but fall deeper in love with her while you showed her every place that meant something to you. As the sun sets, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, you realize that you have found your soulmate. Well, rather confirmed that she was; after all, you knew that from the moment you met her. She was the missing piece to your puzzle. And you were hers.

[bunji-enthusiast]

𝐁𝐲 𝐀𝐧𝐲 𝐌𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬

Sypnosis [Your Tristan’s younger sister, and by extension; the princess of Liones. While you had grown to have a fond bond with Lancelot, he had grown accustomed to the routine the two of you shared—it was suddenly one day you had disappeared. He didn’t like that way it made him feel.]

Characters [Lancelot, Tristan Liones]

Note || this was requested! I had lots of fun with this one :)

It was a typical day in Liones—sunlight filtered through the trees, casting dancing shadows on the forest floor. Birds chirped merrily as the light breeze rustled the leaves. But there was one thing that made this day different from the rest: Sin, the little strawberry-red fox with a white-tipped tail, was lounging lazily in your lap.

Well, Sin wasn’t exactly a regular fox. In fact, he was none other than Lancelot, the very same person you had known all your life. Tristan’s best friend. Your best friend. His true form, though, was far from ordinary, and you found yourself enjoying the sight of his little fluffy fox self, more often than not.

“Lance,” you said with a teasing smile as you gently scratched behind his fluffy ears. He let out a soft purr of contentment, eyes half-closed in bliss. “How is it that you’re so cute in this form, but so… serious in your human one?”

The fox seemed to glare up at you from his spot, his magenta eyes narrowing suspiciously. You knew the look well—he wasn’t fond of being called cute, though you couldn't help it. His fox form was just too adorable. You couldn't resist.

“It's not cute,” he grumbled, his voice muffled by his current form, his tail flicking lazily. You could practically hear the eye roll in his tone, and you chuckled.

“You say that, but you look like a little ball of fluff. It’s hard not to spoil you when you're like this.”

Sin huffed and flopped over onto his back, exposing his white belly to you. It was a clear invitation. You laughed softly as you obediently began to scratch his belly, and this time, his little feet twitched in delight, a soft ‘purr’ rumbling from deep within his chest.

“I swear,” you said, your voice filled with affection, “I’ve never met anyone who acts so high and mighty yet acts like this in fox form.”

“Well, it’s not like I can help it,” he retorted, his ears twitching. “Being a fox is different.”

“Oh, I know,” you said. “It’s just too easy to treat you like a baby when you look this way.”

You heard the distinct sound of footfalls approaching, and before long, Tristan appeared, a bemused look on his face as he watched the interaction. His brow arched slightly as he crossed his arms, eyeing his fellow friend, now comfortably sprawled in your lap.

“Is it just me, or do you treat him more like a pet than a warrior?” Tristan said, chuckling softly.

“He’s a warrior when he wants to be,” you quipped back. “But right now, he’s just a fluffy little fox who needs pampering. Isn't that right, Lance?”

Sin growled, a soft puff of air escaping his snout. His tail flicked again, but this time, it had the feel of an attempt to swat away your teasing words.

Tristan, watching with amusement, shook his head. “You spoil him way too much.”

You shrugged innocently, your eyes sparkling with mischief. “He’s just too cute to resist. Besides, it's not like I get to spoil you this way. You're too proud to let me.”

“I’m not a fox,” Tristan retorted with a grin, sitting down on the ground beside you, his eyes shifting between you and Lancelot. He leaned back on his hands and sighed dramatically. “But seriously, when are you going to stop babying him?”

“I’ll baby him as long as he lets me,” you said, looking down at the fox in your lap. “He’s my best friend. I don’t think he minds all the attention.”

“Are you sure about that?” Tristan asked, smirking. “He looks like he’s getting tired of it.”

Sin’s tail twitched again, and he flipped himself upright, staring directly at Tristan with a slightly irritated expression. “I’m not getting tired of it,” he muttered, a small puff of air escaping from his nostrils. “And I’m not a baby, either.”

“Sure you’re not,” you teased, poking his little nose gently. Sin let out a tiny growl, his ears flattening in mock annoyance. You laughed at his feigned irritation, then turned your attention back to Tristan.

“You should know by now,” you said with a playful smile, “that the more you complain, the more I’m going to spoil him.”

“Oh, I’m well aware,” Tristan said with a dry chuckle. “It’s just that I’m used to seeing you two sparring and bantering, not… this.”

Lancelot huffed and leapt from your lap, clearly done with his belly rubs for the moment. He trotted around in circles for a few seconds, a playful look in his eyes. You noticed the way his little paws dug into the soft grass, tail flicking eagerly as if to say, Let’s do something fun!

Tristan sighed, standing up and brushing off his pants. “You two are impossible. What’s next, are you going to chase after butterflies?”

You couldn’t help but giggle, thinking of a hundred different playful things you could do with the fox form of Lancelot. You nudged him gently, “Wanna chase butterflies, Lance?”

Sin froze mid-strut, his tail stiffening as his eyes flashed with something akin to suspicion. “No,” he said firmly. “But if you two do, I’ll definitely make sure to catch them first.”

You raised an eyebrow, amused. “Are you challenging me?”

“Maybe I am,” Sin shot back with an impish grin, his tail swishing through the air.

Without further warning, he took off, zipping between the trees with the speed only Lancelot in his fox form could possess. You blinked, surprised by his sudden burst of energy, and then, a smile spread across your face.

“You’re on,” you called after him, leaping to your feet, and before you knew it, the chase was on.

You and Tristan ran after the tiny, elusive fox as he darted through the forest, a blur of red and white. Every now and then, you’d see his magenta eyes gleaming from a patch of shadows, teasing you just out of reach, but always just enough to keep the game going.

Tristan, though faster than you, seemed to be equally as drawn into the lighthearted chase, laughing as he attempted (and failed) to catch up to the tiny fox. Lancelot seemed to take great delight in weaving through the trees, occasionally looking over his shoulder with a playful smirk.

After a few minutes of running, you spotted an opportunity—Lancelot made a misstep and got momentarily distracted by a butterfly fluttering by. You pounced, managing to catch him by the tail, pulling him into your arms as he let out an indignant squawk.

“Gotcha!” you crowed, holding him triumphantly.

“I let you catch me,” he insisted, though you could tell from the little quiver in his tail that he wasn’t too displeased with the outcome.

“Sure, sure,” you said, ruffling his fur affectionately. “You were just too cute to resist.”

Tristan finally caught up, panting lightly but smiling nonetheless. “I think I would’ve caught him first, if I wasn’t slowed down by a certain someone.”

You grinned back, enjoying the playful banter. “Who’s faster now, huh?”

Lancelot wriggled in your arms, his magenta eyes flashing in amusement as he gave Tristan a look. “You know, I don’t have to keep up with you two if I’m just going to stay in fox form.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Tristan replied, rolling his eyes. “You’re impossible, Lancelot.”

“Impossible in the best way,” you added with a wink, causing the fox to huff in mock irritation again. But you could tell he was enjoying himself.

Of course, that was barely the last time he saw you before the burden of duty pull all three of you apart once more.

Lancelot stared up at the sky, the blue horizon stretching as far as his eyes could see. He had been searching for you all morning, his sharp fox-like ears straining to catch any trace of your familiar laughter. But there was nothing. No sounds of your footsteps, no whisper of your voice calling his name, nothing but the soft rustling of the trees in the cool wind. The silence felt off.

You weren’t anywhere.

He padded through the castle gardens, the little fox form he often took making him almost invisible to the casual observer. His nose twitched, scenting the air as he tried to pinpoint where you might be. Usually, when you weren’t nearby, he could count on his ability to track you down in moments, but today… nothing. You were gone.

It had become a regular thing for you two to spend time together—at least when you weren't busy being a princess. You were Tristan’s little sister, but Lancelot had always felt a certain closeness to you, the bond you shared far stronger than what he had with the others. You spoiled him, as you often said, with your attention. Your gentle kindness always brought a warmth to his heart, and in return, Lancelot would often humor you with his more playful side, teasing and allowing himself to let down the walls he usually kept so high. His fox form was a favorite of yours, and you would often bring him treats or playfully scold him for stealing food from the kitchen.

Today, however, there was only an unnerving emptiness.

The day dragged on, and yet still no sign of you.

As evening approached, the troubling news reached him. A messenger arrived with news that chilled him to the bone: The princess has gone missing. The words echoed in his mind, his heart clenching painfully in his chest. His first instinct was to rush to Tristan, to find some sort of answer from him, but the rising panic in his gut urged him to act alone. He could feel it. The familiar sinking feeling of dread that never failed to rise when something was wrong.

He’d learned a lot in his years of wandering the world—enough to recognize the scent of deceit, the cold, calculating nature of those who lurked in the shadows. And just as quickly as the news had settled in, he knew the truth.

It wasn’t an accident. Someone had taken you. And those responsible weren’t just any ordinary criminals. They were dealers. The type who trafficked in rare and powerful beings. It wasn’t hard to guess what they might want with a princess, especially one as kind and caring as you, a person with deep connections to the royal family. They’d seen an opportunity and taken it.

Lancelot shifted from his fox form into his human one, his features sharp and cold as he set his jaw with determination. He would find you, no matter the cost. He had to.

Hours passed, and the night grew darker as he searched the edges of the kingdom, trailing the faintest of scents that only he could catch. His heart raced with every passing second, his thoughts swirling around images of you—your laughter, your gentle smile, the way you would gently stroke his fur when he took his fox form and curl up next to him when you wanted comfort.

The further he went, the more intense his feelings of urgency became. Where are you?

It wasn’t long before his instincts led him to an old, crumbling inn on the outskirts of the kingdom. The area smelled wrong—faint traces of magic and something foul clung to the air. Lancelot’s eyes narrowed as he crept closer, barely making a sound as he approached.

And then he heard it.

Your voice.

It was faint, muffled, but unmistakably yours. The relief that rushed through him was overwhelming, but it was quickly replaced with rage. He wasn’t going to wait another second.

He pushed the door open, his eyes immediately catching sight of you. You were bound to a chair, your eyes wide with fear, and your usual calm demeanor replaced with panic. The sight of you like that twisted something deep inside him.

There were two men standing in front of you. They looked at him with cold, calculating expressions, their weapons drawn as they recognized his presence.

“Well, well… look who decided to show up,” one of the men sneered.

Lancelot’s magenta eyes glowed with fury. “Let her go.”

He didn’t bother waiting for an answer. With the flick of his wrist, a blade of magical energy materialized in his hand, slicing through the air in an arc that sent the two men stumbling back in surprise. They were nothing to him—not now, not ever.

One of the dealers charged at him, but Lancelot moved with such speed that he was already gone before the man could even swing his sword. A flash of crimson-red fur in the darkness—Sin, the fox form of Lancelot—whipped past the dealer and reappeared behind him in a blur, his claws cutting deep into the man’s side, dropping him to the floor.

The other dealer turned to run, but Lancelot wasn’t about to let that happen. A single arrow of pure energy shot from his bow, striking the man’s leg and causing him to crumple to the ground with a scream.

“You won’t be running from me,” Lancelot growled, stepping over the injured dealer with cold precision. He moved toward you, his gaze softening just slightly when he saw the fear still lingering in your eyes.

“Lancelot… you… you found me,” you whispered, voice shaky but filled with relief. He didn’t hesitate to kneel in front of you, his fingers gently brushing over the ropes that bound you.

“Of course I did,” he said, his tone still low and filled with barely contained fury. He used his magic to slice through the ropes with ease, his hands careful as he helped you stand. "No one takes what’s mine."

His words weren’t a threat. They were a promise.

You leaned against him as you regained your balance, still a little shaken but grateful. “I—I’m sorry you had to go through all of this for me.”

Lancelot shook his head, brushing a lock of hair from your face as his eyes softened. “You don’t need to apologize. I would do it a thousand times over, if it meant keeping you safe.”

He looked down at you, his magenta eyes intense but filled with something softer. Something deep and unspoken. “You’re important to me. And no one—no one—is going to hurt you again.”

With that, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest as if to shield you from the world. The warmth of his embrace was comforting, and for the first time in hours, you felt at peace. Safe.

Lancelot held you close, his heart still racing from the terror of almost losing you. He knew that whatever the future held, he would never let you out of his sight again. And the next time someone tried to harm you, they would feel the full force of his wrath.

He knew he could lay on his worry a bit thick, and differently then others do, but for now; he could manage with the idea and the complete finality of knowing that you were safe.

[shapelytimber]

Commission work for Lawrence ✨

I usually don't post the work I'm paid to do, but she isn't on tumblr and I got the blessings from my client so here it is ! They wanted an illustration of her cat (Orion), in a very pink and cute background with lots of hearts, and some teeth because she works in a dental university :)))

[COMMISSIONS]

Process + the full image I used as the desktop bg + a bit of yapping vvv

I had a lot of fun with this mix of cute/creepy vibes :D also drawing teeth is great

I made this image back in 2023 fjkff it looks like a filter, but no I spent like 3 hours painting over cat pics (they are all cat found online, except one who was my little cat when I was a child :3)

PS : .... couldn't resist a little Mouthwashing ref in the background hfuvbdk it was too tempting and it fits so well with the prompt-

[gurokiitty]

hii could I get somnophilia with lawrence, maybe some stockholm syndrome too?

a/n: ooo sure!! i luv writing somno :3c

MYCELIAL

{ lawrence oleander x f! reader }

word count: 1.0k

warnings/tags: NSFW, noncon, somnophilia, stockholm syndrome, somewhat obsessive reader, touching, kissing, grinding, brief mention of necrophilia, violence, choking, ambiguous end.

There was something magnetic about the daylight—something that transformed the ordinary into the extraordinary, casting a golden hue over the mundane. It was during these hours that Lawrence found respite, his nocturnal nature demanding slumber while the sun soared high in the sky. His apartment, bathed in warm light filtering through the windows, seemed a world away from the darkness that usually enveloped him. And it was during these stolen moments that you found yourself drawn to him, unable to resist the pull of your twisted fascination. With his guard down and vulnerability laid bare, he became yours to touch and explore.

As he slept, the rise and fall of his chest had a slow, hypnotic rhythm. His face was serene, softened from the sharpness that defined his waking hours. You watched him, heart pounding, a mixture of fear and longing swirling within you. The morning light caressed his features, turning them into something softer, almost gentle. The blanket laid just below his ribs, revealing his bare chest, where the sun painted shadows across his skin. And his long, golden hair fanned out across the pillow, framing his face in a halo of gold. He was a beautiful, ethereal being, lying there and vulnerable—you couldn't help but reach out.

You started with his hair, running your fingers through the soft strands, marvelling at how different he seemed when he was asleep. The detachment and unpredictability melted away, leaving behind a man who was sensitive, reactive, and utterly receptive to your touch. It was intoxicating.

You traced the lines of his face, your touch feather-light, afraid to wake him but unable to stop yourself. His skin was lukewarm, the stubble on his jaw rough against your fingertips. You moved down to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your palm. The sensation sent a thrill through you, a reminder that, despite everything, he was still human—tender and unknowing. Even in this state, you craved his touch, his attention; just as much as you feared the consequences.

Pressing your lips against his neck, you kissed him softly, his sweat lingering on your tongue. His scent, earthy and sickly sweet, grounded you; tethered you to this strange, dark reality that you had come to accept—even crave. You were like mould, thriving in the shadows of his world, clinging to him, and feeding off the dark corners of his existence.

Lawrence stirred slightly, a soft sigh escaping him. You froze, your heart hammering, but he did not wake. Emboldened, your hand wandered beneath the blanket, trailing down his torso, fingers ghosting over the taut muscles. He was so responsive in sleep, so different from the aloof man who held you captive. His gentle breaths sent heat pooling in your core.

You slid closer, your body moulding to his contours. His warmth seeped into you like a silent invitation, enticing you to nestle along his side. Carefully, you pried the thin blanket from him, exposing the smooth expanse of his skin and the subtle rise and fall of his chest. You then draped a leg over his, your thigh brushing against his hip. Slowly, you straddled him, positioning yourself above his crotch, your heart pounding with a dangerous thrill.

As you settled your weight onto him, your breath caught in your throat at the sensation of his bulge against the thin fabric of your underwear. You began to move, your hips undulating in slow, deliberate circles, feeling the heat of him beneath you. His breath hitched, blending reality with whatever dreams he was lost in. His pelvis then bucked softly, a subconscious response to the friction.

A flush spread across your skin as you bit your lip, stifling a moan. The sensation was almost overwhelming as you ground harder against him, your underwear damp with arousal. Your palms found his chest, resting gently on his muscles for support. The softness of his skin, the gentle rhythm of his breathing, and the intimacy of the moment created a heady mix that left you dizzy with desire. You leaned forward, your breaths mingling with his own, as if this closeness breathed life into you.

Lawrence's face twisted in pleasure and confusion, his brows furrowing as his subconscious grappled with the unfamiliar weight of your body. He was accustomed to partners who were cold, unresponsive; but you were so warm and wet—a cadaver in waiting.

You flinched at the thought, a gentle pressure building in your core with each, desperate roll of your hips. You could feel him hardening beneath you, his soft moans and gasps spurring you on as you rubbed needily against him. With one final grind, you felt the wave of release wash over you, your body shuddering as you came. A strangled moan escaped your lips, the sound raw and desperate, waking Lawrence from his slumber.

With a sudden, sharp intake of breath, his eyes flew open, confusion clouding his gaze. A deep crimson heat flushed his cheeks as his expression shifted to shock, then anger. His hands shot up, gripping your hips with a painful intensity before jerking your pliant body off his own. You hit the floor with a sharp thud, the impact knocking the air from your lungs.

As you lay there, dazed and disoriented, Lawrence loomed over you, his features contorted with disgust and embarrassment. His chest heaved as he glared down at you, his grip on your hips now replaced by the cold, suffocating pressure of his hands around your throat.

"W-What the hell were you doing!?" his voice was low, trembling, as his fingers tightened behind your nape. The edges of your vision blurred, but amidst the fear, there was an undeniable thrill—a twisted fulfillment. With a weak, shaky breath, you managed to smile up at him, your lips curling in a fragile, almost serene grin.

You couldn't help but notice how he was still hard, his erection straining against the fabric of his sweatpants, creating an unmistakable outline. The sight only intensified your delirious contentment, as if his body's betrayal filled the void left by your captivity. Despite the constriction, you felt euphoric, basking with Lawrence in the sun's warm, golden embrace.

[thedensworld]

Guilty Flower | C.Sc

Pairing: Seungcheol x Reader

Genre: angst, fluff, slow burn

Summary: Seungcheol accepted his mother offer to meet you, his potential future wife said his mother, without knowing what kind of person you are.

Seungcheol, a man of countless responsibilities, found himself entangled in a web of anticipation. With a laundry list of 99 tasks to tackle, the last thing he desired was to be kept waiting. Almost half an hour had slipped away, and there was no sign of you. No message from his diligent secretary, Chan, indicating a cancellation. An internal sigh escaped him, a realization dawning that perhaps he was being overly considerate to a stranger.

His mother, insistent as ever, had urged him to meet you—Moon Y/n, a woman she'd encountered in a cooking class unbeknownst to Seungcheol. Information trickled in about your professional life, as a member of the Moon clan overseeing a significant conglomerate, Nova AutoWorks, headed by none other than your brother, Moon Junhui. The context lent some leniency to your tardiness.

With reluctance, Seungcheol reached for his phone, dialing Chan's number. He notified him of his imminent departure, resigning himself to the fact that dinner would remain elusive. Tonight's mood was effectively soured, all thanks to you.

Not one to retreat immediately, he sought refuge in his office, determined to chip away at the looming workload. Chan's competence was evident, yet Seungcheol couldn't resist the urge to scrutinize every detail before the dawn of the next day.

Morning light filtered into his office, accompanied by the fragrance of fresh blooms. Chan entered, bearing a bountiful bucket of flowers. Seungcheol rose from his chair, fingers tracing the sender's name on the accompanying note—Moon Y/n. An apologetic message nestled within, explaining your absence.

Seungcheol's brows knitted in contemplation. Was it common for a man to receive such a gesture? His mother's adoration for you, forged in the fires of their shared culinary pursuits, would surely wilt upon learning of last night's disappointment.

Chan, sensing the internal conflict, began to offer a solution. "If you'd prefer, I can get rid of these," he suggested, but Seungcheol intercepted the offer with a raised hand, his thoughts tangled in uncertainty. It seemed wasteful to discard such a gift, yet he was decidedly unversed in the language of flowers.

With a tentative query, he asked Chan if he possessed any proficiency in tending to such flora. Chan's surprise was palpable. "You'd like me to arrange them in a vase?" he confirmed.

Seungcheol inclined his head, the question resolved. "Is that the protocol for these... specimens?" he inquired, met with an affirming nod from Chan.

"Yes, sir. We'll supply them with water and ensure it's changed regularly. Any withering leaves, we remove; it prolongs their bloom," Chan elucidated, his tone adopting an air of expertise.

Seungcheol absorbed the guidance, a silent signal to his capable secretary to undertake the task. "And," he added before Chan could retreat with the bouquet, "once you've tended to them, kindly place them upon my desk."

Chan nodded crisply. "Of course, sir. It won't take more than five minutes." The words lingered in Seungcheol's mind, leaving him to ponder the unexpected role of a flower in his evening.

*

As you step out of the car, the clatter of your discarded helmet and gloves punctuates your frustration. The manufacturing manager, Kim Mingyu, approaches swiftly, sensing the gravity of the situation. Your face bears the weight of your anger, but you temper it with a cold composure as you lock eyes with him.

"You know exactly what needs to be said," you remark, your voice steady, arms crossed in stern resolve. The anniversary event looms, a mere two months away, yet the persistent recurrence of errors threatens to jeopardize its success.

Mingyu's gaze remains lowered, an acknowledgment of his accountability. He mumbles a conciliatory admission, his eyes shifting to the car that, in your estimation, still falls short of the masterpiece it should be.

Another sigh escapes your lips, laden with the weight of responsibility. "And what of our previous manufacturing vendor?" you press, seeking alternatives. Mingyu shakes his head, delivering the sobering news that even the best option has been snatched up by Hyundai, leaving PrecisionTech struggling to accommodate your intricate design.

Silent curses swirl in your mind for your brother's penchant for complexity and your ensuing burden. Not only must you ensure the flawless completion of this project, but you're also tasked with surpassing last year's anniversary event.

Your thoughts shift to the impending meeting with the vendor handling the anniversary launch, a critical milestone for both the car and your family's legacy.

"Innomatic, from the Seventeen Series," you suggest, memories of past successes with the company resurfacing. "Can we collaborate with them again?"

Mingyu's response brings a flicker of hope. "I believe so. Although, I'm not sure if Seungcheol is still overseeing it. He's now the COO."

Your brows arch inquisitively. "Choi Seungcheol?"

Mingyu nods, providing the confirmation that Choi Seungcheol holds a pivotal role at InnoCorp. He elaborates on the potential benefits of rekindling the partnership with Innomatic, drawing on their previous triumphs with the Seventeen Series.

Without further ado, you stride away, leaving Mingyu to ponder your sudden departure. Pulling out your phone, you dial your trusted assistant, Seo Myungho, whose loyalty has been unwavering for half a decade.

"I need you to cover for me," you implore, the urgency evident in your tone.

A scoff precedes Myungho's response. "I do it every day."

Your request takes an unexpected turn, one that elicits laughter from Myungho, followed by a barely stifled chuckle. "You claimed zero interest just last night."

A sigh escapes you, your fingers threading through your hair. "I know, and I am. But circumstances have shifted. I'll explain later. Just send him something... an email, an invitation to brunch, a thoughtful souvenir, or perhaps our exclusive repairment voucher. Please, please, please!"

You can almost hear the mischievous grin in Myungho's voice as he agrees, reveling in your unusual request, "it's refreshing to hear you begging like this, Y/n. Alrighty, I'll handle this easy-peasy task."

*

Seungcheol gestured towards the plush couch in his office, inviting you to take a seat. After a week of correspondence through emails, you finally found yourself face to face with Choi Seungcheol—the man who had been your beacon of hope. He was also the one you had inadvertently stood up on a date.

Politely declining the offer of a drink from his secretary, you turned to face Seungcheol, who occupied a chair arranged for him.

"I've reviewed your proposal to collaborate with Innomatic, but I believe a more in-depth discussion is in order, given our previous decision to decline Hyundai's offer. We need to ensure our alignment in the automotive industry, Ms. Moon," Seungcheol stated, his gaze steady and intent.

You reached for another file you had brought along, presenting the sales report and insights from the previous Nova-Innomatic venture. "Indeed, Mr. Choi. Based on this sales report and our collaboration history, I believe it's advantageous to build upon the strong foundation we've established."

Seungcheol perused the report before placing it on the table, leaning back and fixing his gaze on you. "I wouldn't characterize our relationship as 'good terms,' Ms. Moon."

The mention of the Nova Seventeen Series gave you pause. Suddenly, it dawned on you what he was alluding to. You promptly bowed, apologizing for the date you had flaked on.

"I'm sincerely sorry about that," you admitted, acknowledging your lapse in etiquette.

Seungcheol's response was a measured nod. "I waited for... nearly an hour. A significant stretch of time, particularly for individuals with demanding schedules, wouldn't you agree, Ms. Moon? Nonetheless, I appreciated the gesture the following morning."

You nodded, inwardly grateful that you had delegated the situation to Myungho. "Thank you. It was a memento from our previous collaboration—"

"I've taken to adorning my office with flowers. They're both aesthetically pleasing and calming," he interjected, motioning to a vase of blooms on the nearby table. Your curiosity piqued. What variety of flowers were they?

"I'm sorry?" you mumbled, slightly taken aback.

Seungcheol acknowledged your confusion with a nod. "You sent me flowers the next day. It was... the first time I'd received such a gift," he admitted, his tone tinged with a hint of reticence.

Your own words tumbled out in response, "I sent you flowers? Yes, I did. I'm glad they found favor with you," you replied, offering a sincere smile.

A smile you replicated every time you contemplated seeking retribution against Seo Myungho.

*

Seungcheol sat in an odd calmness amidst the lively banter of his friends. His fingers absently twirled the whiskey in his glass, his thoughts far from the story Jeonghan was sharing. It was Jisoo's sharp slap on his arm and ensuing laughter that snapped him back to reality, a stark contrast to Seungcheol's own demeanor.

Jeonghan's playful annoyance flared up. "I just told a hilarious tale about Soonyoung. How did you not crack a smile, Seungcheol?"

Seungcheol blinked, downing the contents of his glass in one swift motion. "I'm sorry, my mind's preoccupied at the moment," he admitted, setting the glass down.

Jisoo's smirk danced across his face. "I'd wager it's not work-related," he quipped, piquing Jeonghan's curiosity. "Work never troubles Choi Seungcheol. My dad even calls him the 'Jesus of InnoCorp.'"

The comparison made Seungcheol cringe. "What on earth does that mean?"

Jeonghan scoffed. "It means you're the savior of InnoCorp. You could be my Jesus too, Seungcheol."

"Does that imply Seungcheol has to make a sacrificial offering for you?" Jisoo chimed in, earning a casual shrug from Jeonghan.

"He saved me from a call to my dad's worker, if you must know," Jeonghan clarified, alluding to Seungcheol's initial role in the family business before his venture into the entertainment industry.

"So," Jeonghan clapped his hands to recapture their focus, "is this about the woman your mom set you up with?"

"She stood you up, didn't she?" Jisoo interjected. Seungcheol's brows furrowed, while Jeonghan gasped in astonishment.

"How did you know?" Seungcheol inquired, surprised at how swiftly the news had circulated within their circle.

Meanwhile, Jeonghan's irritation flared. He was entirely in the dark about the specifics of this supposed meeting. "Hold on a minute!"

"I heard it from Chan when I called him a few days back," Jisoo clarified, recounting the tale of Seungcheol's foiled date from a week prior, as if Seungcheol were a spectator to his own story.

"Moon Y/n, President Moon's daughter? The businesswoman? I can't fathom how President Moon managed to pass on his business acumen to all his children, while my father bequeathed me nothing but a stubborn streak," Jeonghan remarked, shaking his head in mild exasperation.

Jisoo chuckled. "Dokyeom is her friend, and he's spoken highly of her since their college days. She's our junior, Seungcheol," he revealed, prompting a raised brow from Seungcheol.

"She is?" Seungcheol queried, the revelation sinking in.

His lips pressed into a thin line as a flurry of questions about you crowded his mind:

1. What compelled his mother to be so insistent on introducing you?

2. Why did you stand him up on their date, only to send flowers the next day?

3. Why did the mere thought of you leave him feeling oddly fluttery?

4. Could this all be part of a strategic move, considering your interest in Innomatic?

"Out with it, Choi Seungcheol! Not everyone's a mind-reader," Jisoo chided, delivering a playful slap on his arm, a gesture he'd made more than once that evening—surely a sign of his inebriation.

Jeonghan, ever the perceptive one, added, "I can read about 50% of it, though. And right now, it's likely about Y/n."

Seungcheol chuckled, waving off Jeonghan's words. "Quiet, you two. I was merely contemplating something..."

"What if..." he began hesitantly, "someone were to send you flowers?" Seungcheol asked, addressing his two friends with a touch of uncertainty.

"Condolence flowers?" Jisoo's response made it clear he was thoroughly inebriated. Meanwhile, Jeonghan gasped dramatically, chanting, "She sent you flowers?!"

"Dude, she's a keeper. She's got you... She's definitely got you!" Jeonghan laughed, clearly unable to believe the turn of events.

Seungcheol regarded him with a bemused expression. "I'm not that easily swayed. I was just curious, is it commonplace for a woman to send flowers to a man? If so, then it was likely just her way of apologizing." Seungcheol explained slowly, but Jeonghan dismissed his words.

"But she's already won you over. I can tell, 100%. The moment you see her again, you'll be smitten. Trust me!"

*

Jeonghan's prediction had turned into an undeniable truth. Seungcheol's mother called him suddenly, requesting his presence to pick her up from her cooking class. Her request, however, entailed much more than a simple ride home; it involved a tasting session of the dishes she'd prepared, introductions to fellow classmates, and then their departure together. So, Seungcheol arrived promptly at the designated course building.

Upon his arrival, he discovered a scene of communal celebration, each student proudly presenting their meticulously prepared traditional Korean meals to their special guests. Standing by his mother's side, Seungcheol couldn't help but wonder if being here was indeed a wise decision.

Before the instructor could commence the class, a familiar figure entered the room. It was you, donning a striking white Etsy dress that complemented your complexion, exuding a unique blend of elegance and the commanding aura of a career-driven woman.

Did he just find you beautiful? No, it was more accurate to say he appreciated the beauty of your dress. Yes, that was it.

"Did you meet her on the date I arranged?" his mother discreetly inquired, to which Seungcheol simply nodded, now understanding her motive for summoning him here.

You swiftly made your way to the counter, offering an apology for your tardiness. As the class began, Seungcheol found himself stealing glances in your direction every few minutes, silently pondering why you had come alone.

"Will someone be picking you up later, Ms. Moon?" the instructor's voice carried clearly to Seungcheol's ears.

"I doubt it. My family members are quite busy," you replied with a light chuckle.

As his mother was called to present her creation, Seungcheol stood alone behind the counter, your eyes never once meeting his. It was as though you two had never crossed paths before, never shaken hands in agreement for the collaboration between your respective companies.

The instructor turned their attention to you. "Who have you brought with you today, Ms. Moon?"

You heard your answer, your gaze fixed on your dish, the instructor, anywhere but Seungcheol. Like the meeting and collaboration between the two of you had never happened.

Seungcheol's mother began to speak, "I brought my one and only son today. He used to complain that I never cooked for him when he was a child. That's why I worked hard to learn cooking, so I can prepare everything he wants now that I'm older."

Seungcheol couldn't help but steal another glance at you. He saw the gentle smile you directed at his mother. Unconsciously, he found himself mirroring your expression, a smile etched across his face until it was your turn to present your creation.

"You didn't bring anyone today, Ms. Moon. But could you share with us what inspired you to join our class? It's not often we have a young lady like yourself join us."

explained.

Seungcheol's gaze remained fixed on you, his ears attuned to every word that left your lips, your voice soft-spoken and gentle, a facet of your personality he'd noticed from the very first encounter.

"I've always loved home-cooked meals since I was a child. They remind me of the memories I shared with my grandmother. Sadly, no one in my family knows how to cook now. So, I thought it would be a good idea to learn to cook for myself," you explained.

Perhaps Seungcheol didn't understand how it all began. He might not have realized that his feelings for you had taken root from a simple flower you had sent him out of guilt. However, in that moment, he knew that his feelings for you had no intentions of finding an end.

*

Wednesday, July 26th

Seo Myungho: Chan, I don't think my boss will ever budge from her desk. She's knee-deep in wrapping up the end-of-month report!

Lee Chan: No way! My boss is already on his way :(

Seo Myungho: I just don't get why she agreed to the date in the first place if she wasn't interested! She clearly has a soft spot for your boss's mom, but not for your boss.

Lee Chan: But I swear, my boss is genuinely kind. He even told me to go home instead of waiting for him:(

Seo Myungho: Chan, that's just basic courtesy. Making sure you get home on time is what he should do.

Lee Chan: But he also surprised me with my favorite coffee and cookies this morning. He's seriously the sweetest boss ever.

Seo Myungho: Well, good for you. I can't relate at all -_-

Lee Chan: Anyway, my boss just arrived.

Lee Chan: Yo!

Lee Chan: Hyung, really :(

Thursday, July 27th

Seo Myungho: Chan! My phone died yesterday and I forgot to let you know. Turns out, my boss couldn't make it because she had a sudden bout of constipation!

Lee Chan: You're such a pain, hyung. It's all good though, I handled everything.

Seo Myungho: What do you mean?

Lee Chan: I'll fill you in later... Lunch at Kimbab Heaven?

Seo Myungho: Deal!

[noyasmashing]

Nishinoya and Hoshiumi are everything to me and I've seen you write for both! An actual legend among authors!

If you're interested, could I request how they would react to a big spoon reader (separate). This is technically an sfw request but feel free to do whatever you want!

AHHHH your too sweet!! I never see recognition these characters as subs so i love rq for them ☺️☺️

Nishinoya

He'd be absolutely adorable, all shy and bashful as if cuddling with someone was a completely new experience for him. The sensation of your chest against his back would send shivers down his spine, especially if you have curves and aren't wearing a bra. I imagine he'd relish the feeling of being enveloped in warmth and safety, with no worries in the world.

And if you tried to move away? Forget about it. He'd cling to you like a koala, whining and pleading like a little kid just to keep you close. He'd come up with some silly excuse, like claiming he's chilly, just to prolong the cuddle session.

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The soft afternoon sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. Nishinoya lay sprawled across his bed, his breathing slow and steady as he dozed off after a long day of practice. The rhythmic sound of his gentle snores filled the room along with the gentle hum of the heater.

You couldn't help but smile as you watched him sleep. He looked so peaceful, so vulnerable in this moment, completely unaware of your presence. You hesitated for a moment, unsure if you should disturb him, but the urge to be close to him was too strong to resist.

Quietly, you approached the bed and carefully slipped under the covers beside him. With a gentle touch, you spooned him from behind, wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your chest against his back.

Nishinoya stirred slightly at the sensation, but he didn't wake up. Instead, he unconsciously shifted closer to you, nuzzling his head against your chest as if seeking out your embrace. A soft sigh escaped his lips, and you couldn't help but smile at the adorable sight.

Minutes passed as you laid there, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest against yours.

Eventually, Nishinoya began to stir again, blinking sleepily as he slowly became aware of his surroundings. He tensed slightly at first, surprised by the unexpected warmth at his back, but as he turned to glance over his shoulder, his expression softened into a smile.

"Hey there," you whispered, your voice barely above a murmur.

Nishinoya's smile widened, his eyes sparkling with affection, face flushed. "I like this," he replied, his voice soft and husky from sleep.

Hoshiumi

AHHH this man would be sooo into it. I can imagine him eagerly demand cuddles from you, especially after a grueling day of training.

He knows he’s small, but rather than feeling self-conscious, he embraces it. Spooning is his favorite way to cuddle for a reason, him loving the feeling of being wrapped in your embrace, his smaller frame perfectly fitting against yours.

And falling asleep in your arms? It was his ultimate comfort. Whenever he had a nightmare or simply couldn't find rest, your warmth and protection never failed to lull him into a peaceful slumber.

He would absolutely melt if you gently ran your fingers through his hair, showering him with praise for all the wonderful things he does for you. He'd lean into your touch, basking in the affection, and whine in protest if you ever stopped. All he craves is your attention and admiration!

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You found yourself nestled comfortably between the plush cushions of your couch, the soft glow of the afternoon sun filtering through the curtains. It hadn't been long since Korai settled down to take a nap, but he had already made his way to the living room, unable to resist the urge to be near you.

“mm I want you,” your lover whined, prodding your arms so he could weasel his way into them.

You chuckled at his endearing behavior, shifting your body to accommodate him as you enveloped him in a warm embrace. As you spooned him from behind, you felt his body relax fully into your grasp, a contented sigh escaping his lips.

Using his arms to nudge yours, Korai silently signaled his desire for more affection, prompting you to oblige. You hummed, bringing your hand up to gently stroke his soft hair, your fingertips grazing his scalp with a soothing touch that prompted a purr from him.

"I'm so proud of you, Korai," you murmured softly, your words filled with genuine admiration. You could hear the faintest of whimpers escape him in response, his cheeks flushing at your praise.

The sensation of your fingers running through his hair with such tenderness was almost overwhelming for him, his eyelids growing heavy as he leaned even closer to you, seeking further comfort in your embrace.

[pix-writes]

Uhhhh Stan adopting a teenage runaway who came from an abusive home. (He sees a lot of his past self when he was homeless in them and vows to save them from the life he had)

This is kind of adjacent to an idea for a fic I've already had! But I couldn't resist doing a little bit about this scenario! <3

Stan has already basically adopted Wendy and Soos already, even without fully meaning to with Soos he sees that he needs a father figure in his life and sort-of does the best he can to be that. With Wendy, its different too because it's basically canon that he just lets her get away with stuff because he knows she needs somewhere away from home to relax (even tho he could definitely get another employee who doesn't bunk off so much). Will he admit that's what he's doing though? Of course not!

Despite his exterior/persona, though, Stanley Pines is a kind man who wants to help people who most need it - like you say, he's been in that position enough times himself. I'm sure there's been the occaisonal person who's helped him out in the past, even if they never stuck around. Well, now he's Mr Mystery, he can sort-of be that person for others, not just because he's more stable, but also because he desperatly wants connection, especially after losing his brother in the portal (though that's also a reason to keep everyone at arms length to an extent, so they can never find out about his double life).

Runaway teen & Stan pines (under cut):

I can imagine you ran away from home and come across Gravity Falls, perhaps you had even seen the ads for tourist stops in this area, or maybe you just found the most random small town on your travels and decided to stop there - your travels are erratic so that no one can follow you or suspect you of being a runaway. Not that you really expect your parents to be concerned, at least not for long. That's why you had to get away and stay gone, you had reached your breaking point for what you could handle.

It starts to rain, you go to the local diner but your travel money is fast becoming less and less... you only order coffee, nursing it there for as long as possible, but when business starts to pick up you realise just how small of a town it is, everyone seems to know nearly everybody around here! You've already gotten a few curious glances or greetings put your way and you decide to leave.

Wandering around, you end up on the outskirts of town, there's a fair few campsites around, now lying half empty since its off-season right now, maybe you coud stay on the edge of the forest somewhere? Pinch some tent equipment from somewhere or from someone who doesn't need it? You already had a sleeping bag, water bottle, a torch. You just needed something to keep more of the rain off of you!

That's when you wander into an opening within the forest, notice the wooden signs nailed to the trees. You see a small group of tourists being spoken to by some guy, his voice carrying across the place, gravelly and jovial, and in your surprise you just stare dumbfounded - this place isn't closed? The group is moving and you take in your surroundings and you're so cold and wet and hungry, you're not really thinking ahead when go in, pulling your hoodie down over your face and sneaking in beind the throng of people, unnoticed.

But it turns out that you had been noticed, after the bizarre tour of this overpriced tourist trap, you lurk behind, the rain hasn't let up outside and you're wondering when the place might close, now that the tourists had filtered out the place was pretty dead, which is when a large hand lands on your shoulder making you jump out of your skin and your eyes land on the proprietor.

"Hey! You gonna at least buy anything, kid?"

You apologise and stutter, feeling like you want to bolt but totally caught at the same time. Stan immediately picks up on the fact that you're so twitchy, even for a teen. He eases up on you, switching to a friendlier tone. Wendy asks you where you're staying, curiosity getting the better of her usually nonchalant demeanour. You tell them you just got lost from the campsite and Stan isn't buying it one bit but Wendy has given you the directions and you're out of the door. The interaction doesn't sit right with him. He knows exactly where you're hiding out by the time you've stayed there overnight. Having discovered the pop up tent you 'found' set up in the woods not far away.

He decides to keep an eye on you, he's worried being direct will make startle you, like a deer in headlights, at the diner he doesn't acknowledge you at first just pushes a plate of food subtly towards you, for you to swipe. After that he manages to make small talk, hes still wondering how he can help you, what excuse he can make so it seems like he's offering you something and it be believable instead of suspicious.

Maybe he complains there's no one around to do the stock take now that summer is well and truly over, you perk up, saying you'd like some extra pocket money. You come right on time and the owner of the Mystery Shack introduces himself properly, shows you what you need to do. You take your time, living rough has made you exhausted mentally/physically, and because... you've begun to like the place as kooky as it is. And wouldn't you know it, Mr Pines has made more food than he expected and wouldn't you like some? You come back the next day and its pretty much the same, though you are starting to pick up on where Stan is subtly gaining information on you. He both curses and admires how whip-smart you are, reminds him of himself a lot further into being homeless than you are (reminds him of someone else too...), he worries that night of whether you'll have run off, if you'd get into trouble somewhere else, but you return the following afternoon. This time, Stan levels with you -

"Look kid, I don't know what's going on at home and trust me when I say I get it - but whatever's going on, it's probably not worth staying out in the woods, epseically 'round here, it's dangerous!" He reassures you he's not going to call anyone, though, just asks you to reconsider, think about how much trouble you might get into, if you don't turn up to school how you're going to explain yourself, how are you going to get a job? You swipe frustrated tears from your eyes and thank him for being concerned, though its hollow. How can you return home now? All you're going to get is more abuse, you can only think of how angry they'll all be if you did!

You end up wandering to some other town, using the money Stan gave you to get a bus and find a place to stay, having seen a load of jobs you could apply for. Turns out though, that some of your family had been looking for you and tracked your phone, you end up in a fight with them, receiving a hard slap to the face before running away once more! You pack up your things and head straight to the first place you think of.

Once you get there, its dark, you hesitate before knocking but you've came all this way. When Stan opens the door all of the shock and adrenaline has seemed to have worn off and you see the mix of sadness, surprise and anger on his face at the clear mark on your face from the fight.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know where else to go." Is all you can get out before bursting into tears. He let's you stay, you've been out in the cold and so stressed over this time that when you come in you're shivering, you end up running a nasty fever. You're so exhausted there's nothing left but to accept your fate and Stan feels he must help you. He piles on the blankets and gives you hot drinks and plain food till the fever runs its course.

He still has a bit of trouble with authorities/some family members looking for you in the area, you traded your old phone in for another and Stan was eventually able to brush them off your trail. He couldn't help it, he liked the kid in the small amount of time he knew them and it was clear that you had danger waiting for you at home. You had told him a little after the first night you had stayed at the shack, words tumbling out of your mouth about your trauma, how you couldn't stand your family. His heart sank as he remembered his own life as a young man, a kid technically, homeless and making ends meet and was determined you wouldn't have the same fate. Yet he had to know you were sure.

"You really want to stay here - in this boring ol' town? At the shack?" You were determined you would, as long as he was okay with that, you vowed to work hard, sweep the floors, keep an eye on the gift shop when Wendy couldn't, anything to be useful. But, you didn't want him to get into trouble. Too little too late for that, he thought to himself.

"But, really do ya want to see this ugly mug every day?" He said gesturing to his face. That brought a slight smile to your face, in fact you ended up giggling and he knew he wouldn't be able to get rid of you now (like he ever would've entertained it).

He sighed. "So, do you trust me? Cause I need some kind of story if ya gonna stay here, kiddo."

He needed a lot more than that of course, he ended up getting you a fake ID and if anyone asked, you were family, here to stay for a while. When people asked anything more than that he got cagey, but he liked thinking of you being a Pines, another part of the family. Part of him felt guilty for doing it too, faking that you had the same last name, he still thought you might not want to stick around, you weren't blood family to him, you had no ties to him, but he wanted family so badly, was it so bad to pretend that you were?

He made sure you got to school, he even started to pack you lunches every day, he wasn't so bothered about homework, saying he didn't think much of school when he went anyway, you both had something more important than that (street smarts!), but when you were struggling with your math homework you were surprised that he semmed to know an awful lot, but then again you probably shouldn't be surprised, he did own a business after all. Whilst there wasn't a lot to do around the Mystery Shack all year round, you still found yourself picking up around the house part of the Shack, doing the laundry, washing the dishes, normal chore stuff - isn't that what teens were supposed to do? Stan was surprised to see a teen do chores unprompted and you were nervous that you'd done something wrong, because why else would he be questioning you? He recovered quickly though and just grumbled out something about 'finally, someone who knows how to pick up after themselves/work' but from the expression on his face, you are relieved to know that he is joking with you and he isn't mad. You're picking up on his quirks.

The months roll by and you started to feel safer, the shack became more familiar, you were less frightened and jumpy, people in town were more friendly, familiar faces and if people knew that you weren't actually related, that you were a runaway, they didn't say anything at all. You were starting to be referred to as 'Stan's kid'. No one had said so in front of Stan so far as you knew, it made you feel some residual guilt, even after all that you're family had done, were you really not a burden to Stan? Was it wrong to see him like a parent? What would you do if he no longer wanted you around? But as much as you were scared of being rejected, a situation came up at the Shack at the beginning of your first summer in the falls. A gathering was forming for a tour and some tourist had asked something or assumed he was your parent, something like that. Unbeknownst to you Stan had heard and he freezed, unconsciously waiting on your response.

"Oh, you'll wanna ask my dad, he's the one over there in the fez?" It just slipped out, you should've said Mr Mystery at work, but you couldn't help the feeling in your chest that it was right. Ever since then you had been tentatively saying it (you eventually start to notice how when you knew Stan had heard it he seemed a little emotional) and Stan now proudly referred to you as 'his kid'. You may or may not call him 'dad' to his face, maybe you'll still just call him 'Stan' but it seems like now you officially have a family!

[kyrsse]

I got a person in my closet!

Chapter 1 Year 2025 She was captivated by the symphony of crashing waves against the rugged rocks, she translates the vibrant hues of the coastal scene onto her canvas. The salty sea breeze, a constant companion, whispered through the open window, filling her room with the invigorating scent of the ocean. Lost in the rhythmic dance of brushstrokes, she painted in serene silence until an unexpected intrusion shattered the tranquility. "How do you expect anyone to buy those?" Evelyn gestured dramatically towards the unfinished canvas, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "You know, people these days are all about modern art." She settled beside you, a comfortable silence falling between you. You shrugged, a faint smile playing on your lips. "It's not about selling them, Evelyn. I just... I like to paint. It helps me unwind, you know?" You searched for the right words, your gaze drifting towards the clock ticking away on the wall. "It's a way to pass the time," you finally admitted, returning your attention to the canvas and gently applying another stroke of color. "Well, instead of just painting to pass the time, why don't you try creating something that people actually want? Especially if you want to truly impress your father," Evelyn suggested, a hint of challenge in her voice. "Have you forgotten that you were the one who suggested this whole thing in the first place?" Evelyn laughed nervously, the amusement quickly fading from her eyes. "Well, people change, you know! It's practically a universal law." Evelyn stated, her gaze unwavering. "I'm going to get some fresh air," You announced, rising to your feet. "You're being awfully loud." You left the room, needing a break from the commotion. The salty air beckoned, and she found herself drawn to the shore, the rhythmic crashing of waves a soothing counterpoint to the noise she'd just escaped.

He glided through the ocean, as he always did, his senses alert for lost treasures or the glint of something precious beneath the waves. Suddenly, a dazzling sparkle caught his eye, emanating from the shore above. Curiosity piqued, he ascended, his powerful tail transforming into human legs as he broke the surface. A grin spread across his face, quickly replaced by a jolt of panic. He was completely naked! The thought of someone stumbling upon him in this state sent shivers down his spine. He looked for the nearest pool he could find and immediately dived in, His tail returning to its original form. She strolled along the shore, the breathtaking view a constant companion. Then, she noticed something unusual in the water, a figure moving just beneath the surface. She ignored it, thinking it was just one of the kids engaged in a typical "who can hold their breath the longest" contest. She continued her walk. In the water, his heart hammered against his ribs. He was close to being discovered. It was her. He cautiously peered up, his gaze drawn to the woman above. The sunlight filtering through the water bathed her skin in a golden glow, the wind playfully tousling her long hair. After a refreshing dip, she returned to her hotel room. Intrigued, he couldn't resist the urge to follow her, his curiosity piqued. You were deep in concentration, lost in the rhythm of the brushstrokes when a series of loud bangs shattered the silence. "Evelyn!" she yelled, her voice sharp with irritation. "Could you please keep it down? I'm trying to focus here!" No response was heard. But then, the banging resumed louder this time, a chilling sense of dread creeping over her. This wasn't Evelyn. This sounded like an intruder. Fear lent a newfound urgency to her movements as she snatched the baseball bat stashed behind the couch and cautiously made her way toward the source of the noise. Scattered across the hallway lay a trail of debris: overturned furniture, shattered vases, a cascade of hotel linens. The banging intensified, originating from her closet. Heart pounding, She raised the bat, her grip tightening. With a deep breath, she flung open the closet door. A figure leaped out, scrambling for cover behind the small cabinet. She gasped. It was a grown-ass man, his face pale and contorted with fear. He was wearing her favorite oversized hoodie, the metal clothes hanger still dangling behind his head. You leveled the bat at him, her gaze fierce. "What in the world are you doing in my closet? Are you some pervert, here to... sniff my clothes?!" The stranger remained silent, his eyes darting nervously away from her. She noticed his left hand closed tightly as if he was hiding something. “Hey, what’s that you’re hiding?” She asked. "Answer me!" She demanded, her voice rising. "Or I'm calling the police. I don't want more commotion here in my room. " He still wouldn't speak, his hands clenched tightly. Her eyes fell upon her closet. The cabinet containing her undergarments was wide open. A gasp escaped her lips. She turned back to the man, her eyes blazing. "You pervert!" she roared, bringing the bat down on his head with a resounding thud. He crumpled to the floor, unconscious. His hand lets go of the item. A berry. A fucking little piece of berry.

Year 1492

The water shines from the reflection of the moon and the flaring stones above the sky. Water flowing quietly, different kinds of sea creatures can be seen from the clear water. The air blows to her face as she admires the night. But then, a splash was heard. The captured merman swam back to the deep blue ocean, enjoying the clear water against his skin once again. Yuei observes the free merman living his life then he rises from the water to thank her properly. "There is no need, I just did what is right and you don't deserve to be trapped and used for one's needs." She declared and kneeled to have a better look at him, admiring the sapphire scales enveloping the sides of his neck and arms. "You're different...very different from the rest. Humans are nothing but avaricious creatures, and never once have I ever met someone with a pure heart like yours." The merman responds as he clings to the boat. "And it is also my first time seeing someone so unique as you...If you don't mind, How may I address you?" "Qi yu, Your Highness" The woman felt something oddly familiar the moment he heard him mention his name... "Qi yu...Qi yu... Are you sure this is our first meeting? Because I feel like I already heard that name before." Qi yu only chuckles. "Am I that famous that Your Highness already knows my name?" She let out a small laugh, and there was silence afterward. Then he spoke again. "A human named me."

few years ago

"Qi Yu! I'll name you Qi Yu." The little girl spoke happily after naming her new friend."What does it mean?" He leaned in forward, curious to know about his new name.The little girl giggles and puts her hand on his chest where his heart is. "Happy encounter... I am very happy right now because you saved my heart. You gave it another chance to beat.. another chance for me to live.""From now on play with me instead! Those kids are not good influencers, and if they ever try to harm you again I'll cover for you!" she blushes, this is the first time she ever made a friend like him. Most of them are just after her because of her father, but this stranger who barely knows her is ready to risk for her.Yuei smiles sweetly at his words, heart beating fast as if it were about to explode. "Okay, I'll play with you. Let's meet here in this exact spot every day okay?"The little girl and Qi Yu meet each other every single day. They both share stories and other amazing things about their two different worlds. The more they both spent time together, the more they fell in love. There hasn't been a day that they didn't see each other. The little girl always escapes from her parents, as well as the Lemurian who was forbidden to go to the surface, but they both didn't care less. They were both ready to sacrifice everything just to be in each other's arms.A few years passed and everything was still the same as before not until one day, as always the girl came to meet Qi Yu who was already waiting for her. His tail was splashing with water to pass the time, waiting excitedly to meet her again as he was about to confess his feelings. The girl sat beside him with a frown painted all over her face, it didn't take too long for him to notice and asks her what happened."Qi Yu... In another life, I hope that we can be together...happy together. Living our lives without a care in the world." She looks at him, tears starting to form in her eyes. "I love you... I know this is wrong but I couldn't help it..""Hey hey, why are you crying..I didn't say anything yet, plus I came here to tell you about how I feel too, but I guess you wanted to go first." He chuckles and hugs her, calming her down.

"There's no need for another lifetime when we can be together in this life? If you'll wait for me for a little longer... we can stay together forever." He pulled back from the hug and looked at her in the eyes. Her frown was still there and tears flowed from her cheeks.

"T-that's not... Qi Yu... I'm getting married. I'll need to give my heart to another man and it's not you."

His heart sank from her words. No... He couldn't let this happen, there's no way he was letting that happen.

"W-why?? Did I do something wrong??.. Please tell me, I'll change for you just don't do this." He begged and kneeled in front of her.

"No! It's not you, father arranged me with another man. Believe me, I tried everything but nothing worked. I'm so sorry..."

"Let's run away together, you and me. Just wait for me for a few more years and we'll go somewhere far away. They said I could grow human legs when I become an adult. We can still be happy my love!"

"I can't. If I run away from home, Father will be alone, and can't bear seeing him broken and if we run away where are we going to go huh? Guards would come looking for me and bring me back home if they found me. You don't know anything about my world and I don't know anything about being independent either." she cried while he just stared at her blankly. "Love... I'm ready to sacrifice everything for you but my father is more important. Please understand."

His eyes soften, if this is what's best for her then he's willing to do anything.

"M-maybe we're just not made for each other... I'm human and you're not. I can't live in the waters and you can't live on land. We're just too different, we're both born in different worlds and--" "Enough." He cuts her off.

"If that's what's best for you then I'm fine with you marrying another man, but it looks like you want me to leave so badly-" "No! I-Im just...""Save it, you didn't need to say those words. I guess I was wrong about you." He swam back into the ocean without saying goodbye or looking back. The loud splashing waters muted her cries. They were both too young to fight for their love.

That was their last meeting and they never saw each other again.

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[puppym3]

lullabies and heartstrings chap 4

soft!seungmin x afab!reader

wc: 6.3 (i got carried away)

LAST CHAPTER

warnings! : MDNI!, smut!, oral (f and m receiving), p in v sex! (protected!), fluffy, readers first time, seungmin is experienced, service top seungmin, a lil angst, confessions!

a/n: hehe.. if you guys want another special chapter lmk, but other than that i think this is a good place to end it! this is also my first time writing and i was really nervous to share my work but im so happy that people like it! i love u guys, thank you for reading <3

MDNI!

this is only a work of fiction!

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I hadn’t seen my mom since the day we had that argument, and to be fair, I was chronically avoiding her.

Part of me wanted to run away from it all, but another part knew that avoiding her wasn’t a long-term solution. I had to face her eventually, but for now, I just wanted to take a minute to cool off. 

I would be out of the house a lot, visiting the library or going on long walks to keep myself out of the area. Then I would usually return around nighttime to sleep for the night.

Tonight was one of those nights I returned later, sneaking back through the house through the back door, and closing my door silently behind me.

When I entered my room I found Seungmin on my bed, sleeping soundly. It seemed he was waiting there for me, making my heart swell.

Quietly, I slipped off my shoes and walked over to the bed. I sat down beside him, careful not to wake him, and just watched him sleep for a moment. His peaceful expression, the steady rise and fall of his chest, and the way his hand was loosely curled against the pillow—all of it brought a sense of calm that I hadn't felt in days.

I couldn't help but smile as I brushed a lock of hair from his forehead. He was so beautiful, and he made me feel things I had never felt before, it made me melt from the inside out.

I snuck into the bed beside him, snaking below his arm so I could cuddle against him. His arm instinctively wrapped around me, pulling me closer in his sleep. I felt the cuteness aggression, but I didn't want to wake him.

I nestled my head into the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent, and feeling the warmth of his body against mine. It was comforting, like a warm blanket on a cold night.

I could feel his heart beating against my chest, steady and strong, and it made me feel safe. I closed my eyes, allowing myself to relax for the first time in days.

But as I lay there, I felt something else stirring inside me. 

It started as a warmth that spread from my chest to my stomach, and then it began to grow. The feeling was strange, almost foreign, but it was also exhilarating. It made my heart race and my breath quicken.

As Seungmin nuzzled closer, his warm breath tickling my skin, I couldn't resist the urge to press a soft kiss against his forehead. He mumbled at me in response in his sleep, and I felt a surge of affection wash over me.

With a mischievous grin, I trailed featherlight kisses along his jawline, savoring the sensation of his soft skin against my lips. His grip around me tightened ever so slightly, pulling me impossibly closer.

I leaned back slightly to admire his sleeping face, marveling at the way his features softened in the dim moonlight filtering through the window. His eyelashes fluttered, and I knew he was waking up slowly.

"Hey," he murmured sleepily, his voice laced with sleepiness.

"Hey yourself," I whispered back, brushing my fingers through his hair. "Did you plan on falling asleep here?"

"I might have," he admitted with a playful grin, his eyes twinkling with amusement. 

I chuckled softly, feeling a surge of boldness as I traced the outline of his lips with my thumb. "Maybe I wanted you here all along,"

His eyes fluttered, and he looked at me with a mix of confusion and desire. "What are you doing?" he breathed out, his voice low and rough.

"I could ask you the same thing," I replied, my heart pounding in my chest.

He leaned in closer, his lips just a breath away from mine. "I was waiting for you," he whispered softly, his warm breath caressing my skin.

And with that, he kissed me—a soft, tender kiss that sent shivers down my spine. I melted into him, returning his kiss with equal fervor. 

 I remembered the last time we did this and he ended up taking charge, I wanted to be the one to make him feel good this time in return.

I shifted my hips slightly, grinding against him in a way that made his breath hitch. He moaned softly into the kiss, his hands running up and down my back, sending shivers down my spine.

As the kiss deepened, I felt his erection pressing against my thigh, and I knew he was as turned on as I was. I broke the kiss for a moment, looking into his eyes.

"You remember what we agreed on?" I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper.

He nodded slowly, his eyes filled with desire. "We said we'd wait," he whispered back.

I smiled at his response and kissed him again, rubbing my thigh teasingly slow against his hardness. I could feel his erection twitching with every movement, and I knew he was struggling to maintain control.

I continued to tease him with slow, deliberate movements, reveling in the way his breath hitched and his hands tightened their grip on my back. His restraint was palpable, his desire evident in the heat of his gaze and the urgency of his touch.

With each gentle grind of my hips against his, I felt the tension building between us, a delicious ache that mirrored my own longing. His lips sought mine hungrily, his kisses deepening with a hunger that matched my own.As we kissed, I could feel Seungmin's erection twitching with each movement, straining against the fabric of his pants. I knew he was eager, but I wanted to take control this time. I wanted to make him feel as good as he had made me feel before.

I broke apart from him and readjusted so I could sit in between his legs on the bed. My hands trailed down from his chest to unbutton his pants, my fingers shaking slightly with anticipation. As I reached the button of his pants, I looked up at him, my heart racing in my chest.

I paused, locking eyes with Seungmin, searching for any hesitation or uncertainty. His gaze held a mix of desire and trust, a silent affirmation that he wanted this as much as I did. With a steady breath, I continued, fingers deftly undoing the button of his pants, one by one, the anticipation heightening with each soft click.

His breath hitched audibly as I slowly lowered the zipper, revealing the hint of his arousal beneath. I could feel my own pulse quickening in response to his growing need, a mutual craving that bound us in this intimate moment.

With gentle yet deliberate movements, I eased his pants down, revealing his boxer briefs, strained with desire. Seungmin's eyes never left mine, his chest rising and falling with every ragged breath, a silent plea for more.

As I leaned in closer, my fingertips grazed his skin, tracing the contours of his thighs with a feather-light touch. His skin was warm and smooth beneath my touch, eliciting a shiver that mirrored the anticipation coiled tightly within me.

I placed a soft kiss against his abdomen, just above the waistband of his underwear, feeling the tremor that ran through him. My lips trailed lower, teasingly slow, savoring the moment, relishing the intimacy of exploring him in this new way.

Seungmin's hands found their way into my hair, fingers threading through the strands as if to anchor himself amidst the waves of sensation crashing over us. His touch was both grounding and electrifying, a silent encouragement that spurred me onward.

With a tender reverence, I traced kisses along the edge of his boxer briefs, feeling the warmth of his body through the fabric. Each movement was deliberate, a testament to the desire that simmered between us, building with each passing second.

I glanced up, meeting Seungmin's gaze once more, seeking permission and reassurance in the depths of his eyes. He nodded, a silent affirmation that spurred me forward, emboldening me to take the next step.

With trembling fingers, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of Seungmin's underwear, slowly easing them down to free him completely. His breath caught in his throat, anticipation etched across his face.

As his erection sprang free, I gasped in awe at its beauty. Seungmin's eyes were locked on mine, filled with a mix of vulnerability and desire.

I leaned in closer, tracing my fingertips along the length of his shaft, feeling the velvety smoothness of his skin beneath my touch. His hips bucked slightly, a silent plea for more.

I hesitated for a moment, my nerves getting the best of me. I had never done this before, and the thought of making a mistake sent a wave of anxiety through me. Seungmin must have sensed my apprehension, because he reached out and gently guided my hand, placing it exactly where it needed to be.

"We don't have to rush things, okay?" he whispered, his voice low and soothing.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm the butterflies in my stomach. Seungmin's words of reassurance were like a balm to my nerves, and I felt a wave of gratitude wash over me. He understood how inexperienced I was and was willing to guide me through this new territory.

I hesitated for a moment longer, gathering my courage. Then, with trembling fingers, I wrapped my hand around his shaft, feeling the heat radiating from his skin. Seungmin's breath hitched as I slowly began to stroke him, my touch sending shivers down his spine.

With each stroke, guided by Seungmin's subtle movements and soft sounds of approval, I began to find a rhythm that felt natural. His arousal responded to my touch, growing firmer beneath my fingers.

"You're doing great," Seungmin murmured, his voice a gentle reassurance amidst the swirl of sensations and emotions. His hand rested over mine, adjusting my grip with a subtle guidance that conveyed both patience and desire.

With his whispers of reassurance and praise, I couldn't help but be aroused. The feeling of his arousal throbbing beneath my touch, responding to my every move, was intoxicating. It made me feel powerful, knowing that I was able to elicit such a response from him.

My own arousal was growing with each passing moment. I wanted more, so I dipped my head down and left little kisses on the head of his cock.

Seungmin's sharp intake of breath encouraged me, and I tentatively ran my tongue over his sensitive tip. I felt a bit proud that I was able to make him feel this way.

My hands continued to move, as I licked and kissed his sensitive flesh, I felt him tremble beneath my touch. The power I felt was intoxicating, and I was eager to continue exploring this new territory.

Seungmin's breaths grew shallow, his control slipping with every movement of my mouth and hand. His desire was clear in his gaze, his eyes clouded with lust.

I continued my exploration, using the subtle clues from Seungmin's body to guide my actions. His pleasure was my own, and I could feel my own need building with each passing moment.

I swirled my tongue around the head, feeling his pulse quicken as my fingers wrapped tighter around his shaft. I could feel him growing closer to the edge, his release threatening to overwhelm him.

I felt his desire grow stronger, the evidence of his arousal slick and wet beneath my touch. I knew that I was pushing him to the edge, and I could feel my own desire rising in response.

I felt him twitch, his muscles tightening as his release neared. I wanted to feel his climax, to taste the evidence of his pleasure. With that thought in mind, I took him into my mouth, my lips closing around his length.

His hands tangled in my hair gripped tighter as I heard his sharp intake of breath, a strangled groan escaping his lips as his control finally slipped away. He let go, his body surrendering to the pleasure.

As his climax washed over him, his release hot and sweet on my tongue, I couldn't help but feel a wave of satisfaction as I swallowed all of him.

As the last shudders of his orgasm passed, I pulled away, looking up at him with a mixture of shyness and pride. I saw his gaze soften, his eyes full of admiration and affection.

As the wetness between my legs built, I couldn't help but feel a blush creeping up my cheeks. The thought of actually having sex with Seungmin was both exhilarating and terrifying. I found myself wondering if he actually had a condom on him.

"Um, Seungmin?" I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper. "Do you have a condom?"

Seungmin's eyes widened in surprise. He hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond.

"Um, I... I actually don't have one with me right now," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I wasn't expecting us to... you know."

I felt a wave of embarrassment wash over me. I had been so focused on the moment that I hadn't even thought about protection.

Seungmin must have sensed my discomfort because he quickly reassured me. "It's okay," he whispered, his voice gentle and soothing. "We don't have to do anything you're not ready for, and we're underprepared."

I nodded, still feeling a bit flustered. "I guess... I just didn't think about it," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

Seungmin's eyes softened as he looked at me, his expression filled with understanding and tenderness. "It's okay," he whispered back, reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair from my face. "We can wait until we're both more prepared."

As he spoke, I couldn't help but notice he was still rock hard, a clear indication of his arousal. Which only made the wetness in between my legs more uncomfortable.

I couldn't wait any longer. I needed relief.

With a sigh, he reluctantly pulled away from me, his eyes never leaving mine.

I watched as he quickly buttoned himself back up, his movements a blur of nervous energy. I couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment as I realized we wouldn't be taking things further tonight. But I understood his concern about protection, and I respected that.

As he disappeared into the hallway, I was left alone with my thoughts and my own arousal.

Feeling frustrated and horny, I decided to take matters into my own hands. I slowly slipped my fingers back into my panties, gently teasing the swollen folds of my pussy. The feeling of my fingers against my clit sent shivers down my spine, and I could feel myself getting wetter by the second.

I began to rub myself in slow, circular motions, relishing the feeling of pleasure building inside me. 

But as I got more and more into it, I couldn't help but let out a few too-loud moans of pleasure. I tried to stifle them, but they just kept coming out. It felt so good that I couldn't help myself.

I could find myself only thinking of Seungmin, and how good his touch felt on me, and his fingers inside of me. Nothing has ever felt better than his touch.

But then, as I got close to an orgasm, the door suddenly opened and Seungmin returned with a small plastic bag.

"Sorry, I just went to the corner store and bought a few things..." He said as he closed the door behind him.

The moment he laid eyes on me, he stopped.

He knew what I was doing.

I quickly tried to act casual. But I was sure it was obvious.

"I... I just... I can explain..." I stuttered, my face flushing red with embarrassment.

Seungmin's eyes softened as he approached me, his expression filled with understanding and tenderness. "It's okay," he whispered, reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair from my face. "I understand, I left you all needy, didn't I?" he leaned down to whisper in my ear, his breath tickling my skin. 

I couldn't help but blush even more at his words. 

"I… bought condoms… so." he continued, suddenly shy again. "So... if you still want to..."

I swallowed, feeling a wave of nervousness and excitement wash over me. The thought of going all the way with Seungmin made me want to clench around nothing.

I nodded. "Please..." I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper.

He gave a nod and then set the pack of condoms down on the nightstand.

Seungmin's gaze lingered on mine, a blend of tenderness and desire reflecting in his eyes. He took a deep breath, as if to steady himself, before reaching out to gently cup my face in his hands. His thumbs brushed against my cheeks in soft, soothing strokes, grounding me in the moment.

"I want this to be perfect for you," he murmured, his voice a gentle caress. "Just tell me if you want me to stop, okay?"

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. The intensity of the moment was almost overwhelming, but Seungmin's calm, reassuring presence helped to steady my nerves. He leaned in and kissed me, a slow and tender kiss that conveyed all of the care he felt for me. His lips moved against mine with a gentle passion, his tongue teasingly exploring my mouth.

As our kiss deepened, Seungmin's hands began to roam, exploring the curves of my body with a reverence that made me feel cherished and desired. His fingers brushed over my breasts, eliciting a soft moan from me as he gently squeezed and teased my nipples. The sensation sent ripples of pleasure through me, heightening my arousal.

Seungmin's lips left mine and began to trail a path of kisses down my neck, his breath warm against my skin. He took his time, savoring every inch of me as he made his way down to my breasts. His mouth closed around one nipple, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud, while his hand continued to tease the other. The dual sensations made me gasp, my body arching into his touch.

He switched to my other breast, lavishing it with the same attention, his lips and tongue driving me wild with desire. My hands tangled in his hair, holding him close as he continued his exploration. The pleasure was almost too much to bear, but I craved more, my body aching for his touch.

Seungmin's mouth continued its journey down my body, leaving a trail of kisses and gentle nips in its wake. He paused at my belly, his tongue swirling around my navel before moving lower. As he reached the edge of my panties, he glanced up at me, his eyes seeking permission. I nodded, my breath hitching in anticipation.

With deliberate slowness, Seungmin peeled my panties off, exposing my wetness to him. He took a moment to admire me up close, his gaze filled with a mixture of desire and adoration. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

He lowered his head, his breath hot against my inner thighs as he kissed his way toward my core. The anticipation was almost unbearable, and I could feel my body trembling with need. When his tongue finally made contact with my most sensitive spot, a gasp escaped my lips, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through me.

Seungmin's tongue moved with skill and precision, exploring every fold and crevice of me. He alternated between gentle licks and firm strokes, his lips and tongue working together to drive me to the edge. My hips bucked against his mouth, my body desperate for more.

As he continued his ministrations, Seungmin's fingers joined in, gently teasing my entrance before slowly sliding inside me. The feeling of his fingers stretching and filling me was foreign, and I moaned in response, my body arching off the bed.

He worked me with a slow, deliberate rhythm, his fingers curling to hit just the right spot inside me while his tongue focused on my clit. The combination of sensations was overwhelming, and I could feel my orgasm building, a tight coil of pleasure ready to burst.

"Seungmin," I gasped, my voice trembling with need. "I'm so close."

"Let go," he murmured against my skin, his voice sending vibrations of pleasure through me. "I want to feel you."

With his words, the pleasure inside me snapped, sending waves of ecstasy crashing through my body. I cried out, my fingers gripping the sheets as my orgasm washed over me. Seungmin continued his movements, prolonging my pleasure until I was left trembling and breathless.

He slowly withdrew his fingers, his tongue giving me one last, lingering lick to taste me before he moved back up to kiss me. I could taste myself on his lips, a heady reminder of the pleasure he had just given me.

"Are you okay?" he whispered, slightly concerned and hoping he didn’t push me over the edge.

"Yes," I breathed, my voice still shaky from the intensity of my climax. "That was amazing."

"I'm glad," he said, a soft smile playing on his lips. “But we’re not done.”

He reached for the condom on the nightstand, his movements slow and deliberate as he tore open the packet and rolled it onto his length. I watched, my heart pounding with a mixture of anticipation and excitement.

Seungmin positioned himself between my legs, his cock poised at my entrance. He met my gaze, his eyes full of love and desire.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice thick with emotion.

I nodded, my eyes locked on his.

He entered me slowly, his thickness stretching and filling me. The feeling was exquisite, a mixture of pleasure and pain.

His hand found mine as we intertwined fingers, and my hand tightening as he drove slowly into me.

As he filled me completely, his hips pressed against mine, I couldn't help but moan softly, the sensation unlike anything I'd ever felt before.

"Does it hurt?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern.

"A little," I admitted, "but it's a good kind of hurt."

Seungmin paused for a moment, allowing me to adjust to the sensation of being filled by him. He leaned down to kiss me gently, his lips conveying reassurance and tenderness. Then, he began to move, his hips rocking slowly at first, then building to a steady rhythm that matched the pounding of our hearts.

With each thrust, the pain faded, replaced by pleasure. I felt him hitting the perfect spot inside me, sending ripples of ecstasy through my body.

Our bodies moved together, our breaths mingling as we lost ourselves in the moment. Seungmin's hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he drove deeper inside me.

I couldn't help but moan his name, my voice a soft melody of pleasure that spurred Seungmin on even further. His breath hitched, a mixture of desire and tenderness evident in every movement. I could feel him getting closer, the rhythm of his heartbeat matching the throbbing inside me.

“I like you so much,” he confessed breathlessly, his words sending a rush of warmth through me.

He kissed me softly, his lips moving with a gentle intensity that made my heart swell with emotion. Leaning in close, he whispered against my ear, his voice filled with sincerity, “I like you, way too much.”

His words ignited a new wave of desire between us, the friction building as our bodies moved in perfect synchrony. I felt the pressure inside me rising, a pleasure unlike anything I'd ever experienced before, building to an almost unbearable crescendo.

Burying his face in the crook of my neck, Seungmin kissed and nipped at my skin with a hunger that mirrored my own. Each touch, each movement spoke of his deep affection, fueling the fire that burned between us.

As he thrust deeper and with increasing intensity, I felt my body responding eagerly to his touch, tightening around him in sweet anticipation. The pleasure surged, filling every fiber of my being until suddenly, I felt myself explode, the orgasm tearing through me like a tidal wave.

I cried out his name, my voice echoing with ecstasy as my body convulsed around him. Seungmin followed me over the edge, his own release coming in powerful waves that matched the intensity of our connection.

Exhausted and spent, I felt myself go limp, my body still trembling from the aftershocks of my orgasm. 

Seungmin held me close, his arms a comforting embrace that anchored me in the haze of pleasure and exhaustion. His touch was gentle as he brushed strands of hair from my face, his fingertips tracing soothing patterns along my skin.

"Are you okay?" he murmured, his voice a soft whisper filled with concern and tenderness.

I managed a weak nod, my senses still reeling from the intensity. The waves of pleasure had left me feeling euphoric yet drained, my body tingling with lingering sensations.

"I'm here," Seungmin reassured me, pressing a tender kiss to my forehead. "Just relax. I've got you."

His words washed over me like a comforting wave, grounding me in the present moment despite the lingering bliss that threatened to pull me under. Seungmin continued to hold me, his embrace a steady anchor as I struggled to regain my bearings.

"I... I'm sorry," I managed to whisper, my voice hoarse from the cries of pleasure that had escaped my lips moments ago.

"There's nothing to apologize for," he replied softly, his fingers trailing down my spine in a soothing caress. "You did so good. You don't need to hold back with me."

I smiled weakly, overwhelmed by his understanding and tenderness. 

Seungmin kissed my temple gently, his lips warm against my skin. "Let me take care of you," he murmured, his voice a gentle reassurance.

Despite his comforting words, I felt myself slipping further into a state of lightheadedness. The pleasure had been so intense, it was as if every nerve ending in my body was still tingling with the memory of his touch.

Throughout my hazy vision, I could see him cleaning up and making sure I was changed and comfortable.

As darkness threatened to pull me under, I felt Seungmin shift beside me, adjusting the blankets. His presence was soothing, easing the last traces of tension from my body as I surrendered to the exhaustion that washed over me.

As my heart rate began to slow, I felt a wave of dizziness wash over me. I closed my eyes, trying to fight it off, but it was no use. My vision blurred, and I felt myself falling into darkness.

With Seungmin beside me, his touch still warm against my skin, I let myself drift into a peaceful slumber, knowing that I was safe and cherished in his embrace.

The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the room. I stirred, my body still tingling with the remnants of the intense pleasure from the night before. As I blinked my eyes open, I felt Seungmin's arm draped over me, his presence a comforting warmth beside me.

I turned my head slightly, taking in the sight of him sleeping peacefully, his features relaxed and serene. A smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I watched him, my heart swelling with affection. 

Seungmin's eyes fluttered open, and he met my gaze with a sleepy smile. "Morning," he murmured, rubbing light circles on my back.

"Morning," I replied softly, my fingers gently tracing patterns on his arm.

He shifted closer, his arm tightening around me as he pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead. "How are you feeling?"

"Good," I whispered, my heart warming at his concern. "A little sore, but in a good way."

Seungmin laughed softly, his breath tickling my hair. "I'm glad to hear that. Did you sleep well?"

"Like a baby," I replied, snuggling closer to him. "Thank you for taking care of me last night."

He kissed my forehead again, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. "It was my pleasure. I'm just glad I could make you feel good."

"You always make me feel good," I replied, a little shy. 

Just as you were about to lean in for a kiss, your phone buzzed on the nightstand. You reluctantly pulled away, reaching for it with a sinking feeling in your chest. Your mom's name flashed on the screen, along with a message that made your heart skip a beat: "We need to talk."

You froze, the warmth of the morning suddenly replaced by a cold knot of anxiety in your stomach. "Seungmin," you began hesitantly, your voice barely above a whisper. "My mom... she wants to talk."

Seungmin's expression softened immediately, concern flickering in his eyes as he took your hand in his. "About what?" he asked gently, his thumb stroking soothing circles on the back of your hand.

"I don't know," you admitted, your mind racing with fear that she might have somehow found out about your relationship with Seungmin. "But... what if she knows about us?"

Seungmin's grip on your hand tightened reassuringly. "Maybe she just wants to talk about something else."

Taking a deep breath, you reluctantly pulled away from Seungmin's warmth and slid out of bed. The chill of the morning air greeted you as you hastily grabbed your clothes from the floor. Seungmin watched you silently, his concern palpable.

"I'll be right back," you murmured softly, offering him a small, uncertain smile.

He nodded, his eyes following you with a mixture of worry and support as you hurried out of the bedroom. Downstairs, the familiar creak of the floorboards echoed your steps. You paused at the door, steeling yourself for whatever conversation awaited.

As you stepped outside, you found your mom sitting on the porch steps, her posture tense but her expression unreadable. The morning sunlight painted her features with a soft glow, highlighting the lines of worry etched on her face.

"Mom?" you called out tentatively, your voice barely above a whisper.

She looked up, meeting your gaze with a mixture of relief and apprehension. "Hey," she replied quietly, patting the space beside her on the steps.

You hesitated for a moment before sitting down beside her, keeping a cautious distance. The silence hung heavy between you, the unspoken tension making your heart race.

"I... I wanted to talk to you," your mom started, her voice wavering slightly. "Me and Joon broke up."

Your stomach tightened, what did this mean for me and Seungmin? I swallowed, the pit of anxiety in my stomach growing. 

Were we going to just move away to a new life now? 

Tears welled in my eyes as I looked at my mom, scanning her face and hoping she was just joking with me. 

As much as I should be happy, I was upset that we would have to leave a home that I was felt I started to belong in.

She gave me a confused look, I had never cried over her relationships ending like this before, and before she could even explain why she broke up with him, I felt my emotions bubbling up and daring to burst out.

“I thought you would take my words into consideration for once, mom.” I felt myself choking over my words, the tears falling off of my face. 

“You never consider how I feel about anything, you never check up with me on how I’d feel about it.” I felt my lip quivering and my voice trembling.

My mom looked shocked, “I thought this is what you wanted?” she said, a concerned look on her face.

“What I wanted? Mom, I wanted you to be happy. I wanted to be happy.” I shook my head, my eyes glistening with tears. “And I am happy here, here with Seungmin and Yun. I was happy mom.” I looked at her, my eyes scanning her face to see if she’d understand me.

“Mom, I think I’m in love with Seungmin.” I choked out, my cries turning into sobs. 

As the words tumbled out of my mouth, I braced yourself for my mom's reaction, expecting shock or disappointment. Instead, her expression shifted from tense to surprised confusion. 

My mom's eyes widened in surprise, her mouth forming a small 'o' as she stared at me. "What?" she blinked, clearly caught off guard by my confession. "I... I didn't…" 

"I... I didn't know," she finished, her voice trailing off as she processed my words. "I had no idea you felt that way."

Her hand reached to rub comforting circles on my back. “It’s not that I didn’t take your feelings into consideration, it’s that I did think about what you said, a lot.” She explained to me, wiping a tear from my face.

“Dating isn’t right for me, and I was dating for the wrong reasons” she continued, “I was dating for the feeling of being loved, for the comfort of that empty feeling that I had lost.”

Her words hit me like a wave, momentarily drowning my sobs. I looked at her, trying to process everything. "So... you broke up with Joon because of what I said?"

She nodded slowly. "Yes, but not just because of that. I realized that I needed to find love within myself first. I was using my relationship with Joon to fill a void, and that wasn't fair to him or to me."

I wiped away my tears, my heart still heavy but beginning to understand. "I didn't know you felt that way."

She gave me a sad smile. "I didn't realize it fully either until recently. I just want us both to be happy, and I know we can be. You don’t need to worry about leaving or anything like that. We're not going anywhere."

Relief washed over me, but there was still something I needed to make clear. "Mom, I really do like Seungmin. He makes me happy, and I don't want to lose that."

She took a deep breath, her expression softening. "I understand, honey. And from what I've seen, Seungmin is a sweet boy. If he makes you happy, then that's what's important to me."

I felt a weight lift off my shoulders, the knot of anxiety in my stomach slowly unwinding. "Thank you, Mom."

She reached out and took my hand, squeezing it gently. "We’re going to be okay. All of us. Just remember that I’m always going to at least try to be here for you and try to understand you, no matter what."

I nodded, feeling a renewed sense of hope and understanding. "I know, Mom. I love you."

"I love you too," she replied, her voice filled with genuine emotion. "Now, let's go inside. I think we both could use some breakfast."

We stood up together, the air between us lighter now. As we walked back inside, Seungmin was waiting in the kitchen, his face etched with concern.

Your mom exchanged a knowing look with you before turning back to him, her expression softening. "Good morning, Seungmin," she greeted him cheerfully, moving towards the coffee maker to pour herself a cup.

"Morning," Seungmin replied, his voice a touch uncertain as he watched your mom carefully.

You exchanged a quick glance with your mom, silently communicating that you needed to talk to Seungmin alone. She nodded imperceptibly, reassuring you with her eyes. When she prepared to leave, she turned to you with a soft smile. "I should get going now," she said, brushing a stray hair from your face.

As she bid farewell to Seungmin with a friendly wave, your mom left, leaving you and Seungmin alone in the kitchen once more. The air felt lighter now, the morning sunlight filtering through the windows and casting a gentle glow over the room.

Seungmin came up beside you, taking your hand in his. "Are you okay?" he asked softly, his eyes searching yours for reassurance.

I approached Seungmin and placed a light kiss on his lips, happy to see him knowing that our future seems much clearer now. “I’m more than fine.” 

Seungmin's eyes softened with relief as you kissed him, a faint smile forming on his lips. He held you close, savoring the moment of reassurance and connection between you.

"I'm glad," he murmured, his voice filled with warmth. "I've been worried about how everything would go with your mom."

You leaned into his embrace, feeling a sense of peace settle over you. "She told me that she broke up with Joon," you admitted softly. “And… I told her that I might be in love with you.”

Seungmin's eyes widened in shock as he processed your words, his hand slipping from yours as he took a small step back. He blinked, trying to find the right words, his expression a mix of disbelief and hope.

"In love with me?" Seungmin finally managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper, as if he couldn't quite believe what he was hearing.

You nodded, your heart racing with anticipation and vulnerability. "Yeah... I think so," you admitted softly, your gaze locked with his, hoping he could see the truth in your eyes.

Seungmin searched your face, his own emotions swirling beneath the surface. He reached out slowly, his fingers gently brushing against your cheek as if to reassure himself that you were real.

"I... I didn't know," he confessed, his voice filled with wonder and a touch of disbelief. "I mean, I hoped... but hearing you say it..."

You smiled nervously, feeling exposed but also relieved to finally share your feelings with him. "I wanted you to know, too" you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion. 

Seungmin took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving yours, his thumb tracing light circles on your cheek.

He searched your eyes for a long moment, as if gauging your sincerity and his own emotions. Finally, a soft smile spread across his face, and he placed a gentle kiss on my cheek.

"Then let's be together," Seungmin said, his voice steady and filled with certainty. "Officially. Will you be with me?"