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kiyo-cant-write · 2 days ago

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hello!! good morning, afternoon or night, idk. Could I request Diasomnia (or just Silver and Malleus if it's too much characters) with a Snow White like reader? I recently re-watched Snow White and it kinda got me thinking about how they would interact with a reader that acts similarly to Snow White (very kind, caring, motherly and a tad bit naive). Thank you either way and have a good day!

diasomnia w/ snow white!reader ✧･ﾟ

I am so sorry this took me so long! I do a lot of writing in addition to this blog and between that and school, things got away from me! Thank you for the request and I hope I did this idea justice ^^

Summary: The following scenarios and headcanons depict the members of Diasomnia with a Snow White-inspired reader. Each of these is meant to be its own universe, like a visual novel route.

TW/CW: N/A

Notes: pre to in a relationship, the reader is Ramshackle Prefect/Yuu, they/them pronouns for the reader, the reader is explicitly human/non-fae

Guest Stars: N/A

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Malleus Draconia

Malleus and [Name] share a certain innocence about the world.

They both fall victim to Lilia's pranks often.

Malleus is fond of them from the get-go because they seem more worried about him than afraid of him at the joint event.

This is where their friendship began.

Malleus thinks that [Name] is a unique person.

He wants to protect the person who seems so soft and caring.

Malleus doesn't understand how [Name] is so soft to others.

Everyone seems to like them. Can they teach him how to do that?

"How do you do it, [Name]?" Malleus asked them one evening as they walked around the school at twilight.

It was cold and [Name] was wrapped in a blanket from their dorm to keep out the cold. Still, they were walking. These walks were something they looked forward to even if it disrupted their (already questionable) circadian rhythm at times.

"Do what, Malleus?" they returned his question with another question, unsure what the draconic fae meant this time.

They didn't do anything out of the ordinary. Did they? Were they doing something so special without even being aware of it? They looked at him with wide curious eyes, urging him to elaborate.

"You are someone that everyone likes," Malleus told them plainly.

Name paused. Was that true? They thought about their relationship with the other students at Night Raven. Maybe they did have a lot of friends. Was that upsetting Malleus? He was rather... a solo rider.

"I suppose so... But it's not something I'm trying to do, so..."

They trailed off and Malleus placed a hand on their shoulder.

"I am not mad at you, Child of Man," he continued, "It is just something that I have noticed as we have known each other."

They nodded slowly, trying to understand what he was saying,

"Does it make you worry?" they asked, looking at him and taking a small step closer, "I don't want to cause you distress, Malleus..."

His brows furrowed slightly as he stared down at the small human he had become friends with. Was he worried? It seemed more than that.

"It's not just a worry," he continued, "Perhaps it is also... admiration."

They stopped before they could even begin their next sentence. Was Malleus complimenting them in earnest?

"Oh?" they managed to say.

He smiled, eyes gleaming.

"I do admire you deeply, [Name]," he told them, "For... For being all I cannot be."

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Lilia Vanrouge

Lilia starts off viewing [Name] as a child.

They remind him of Silver and he is much older than the other students, so it's only natural that he's a bit apprehensive.

They seem naive and that worries him, but it's also fun to use.

A few pranks have [Name] scrambling to get Sebek's help.

Still, Lilia cares about them, mostly from afar.

He would not be the one to confess first because he knows he will depart soon enough but he is always sweet to [Name].

The joke about [Name] being a second parent to Silver does not go unused. Silver did not appreciate that one but laughed in the end.

"My dear," Lilia began his statement in earnest, giving an almost evil grin as he came closer, however, to the person he had claimed as his lover only days ago, "May I ask you something~?"

"Lilia?" they asked, startling slightly when he hugged them but relaxing into it all the same, "What is it?"

They were used to him being a bit strange but part of him seemed... very serious and they were not sure what to make of it. [Name] was new to this whole "dating" situation. Sure, they had read about it. But this was different. This was real. Wasn't it?

This was new for them, in more ways than one, he was Lilia-senpai.

"[Name], how do you feel about being a mother?" he asked.

They paused. What was he asking them? Why? Now? Why would they be a mother? Children? They were still in school and, and, and...

Their thoughts raced a bit at the question but calmed as soon as they heard the giggly laugh that suggested he was messing with them somehow.

"You must not fret so," he told them, patting their head affectionately.

"But you asked if I was going to be a mom?" they asked him.

"Not of new life, not yet," he told them, that was a plan for some other day at some other time, "I meant to my son who is almost grown."

Son... who is almost... SILVER?

Their jaw dropped at the realization.

"You want me to help with Silver?"

[Name]'s eyes were wide. Silver wasn't too far from their age.

"Yes!" Lilia chirped an answer.

"Well..."

What were they supposed to say to this? They weren't the type to decline their lover's request and they did care for Silver. They could see how he would need another parent to balance the chaos of Lilia now. But, them? It was a lot to take in.

"I will let you think about it, but as my lover, it does make you a parent to him in some sense of the word, perhaps an unconventional one, though," he explained to them.

They nodded.

"Father, please do not harass [Name]!" Silver spoke up from across the room, looking at [Name] a moment later, "You do not need to be my mother if you do not wish to be."

Ah, [Name] had forgotten. They were in the Diasomnia Commons. Silver and Sebek were here. There was an audience.

"Hmm..." they hummed, trying to think it over.

"But isn't Silver still so cute?" Lilia cooed.

"Father-" Silver attempted to cut in but [Name] spoke too soon.

"I suppose I wouldn't mind helping with your son, Lilia."

"Yay~"

At least Lilia was happy. Silver might need to vent to someone later.

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Silver

Silver does not realize he has befriended [Name] until they have been friends for several weeks. He does not have the heart to back out after this and only grows closer to them from this point on.

He grows to like their optimistic attitude.

They share a bit of naivety in the world and others sense this.

Silver confesses first as he believes this is the "correct" way to do it based on the books (manga) that Lilia offered him as advice.

They decide to be a couple fairly easily and it's a first for them both. Silver has never had a relationship outside of his work as a guard and being Lilia's adoptive son.

Silver and [Name] don't realize they are in love until everyone else is already painfully aware of their feelings for each other.

Lilia likes to mess with both Silver and his lover.

Silver and his lover often become victims of these pranks.

[Name] and Silver are too forgiving in these instances.

Sebek sometimes yells at them about it.

"Is this cheese?" [Name] asked Silver, trying to get the substance out of her hair and failing, "Cheese from the ceiling?"

Their expression was one of confusion as they looked between their hair and the white-haired boy who was also trying to get the sticky orange substance off of his dorm uniform's horned hat. He didn't seem pleased but was far less surprised than they were.

"Yes, I think so," he told them.

They paused, thinking about it more deeply.

"....Why?"

"Well..." Silver trailed off for a moment, trying to think of a way to answer her without incriminating someone, "It was a practical joke."

"A joke? Cheese from the ceiling was a joke?" she asked, confused but not angry, trying to find the hilarity in the event, "What does it mean?"

"I don't think it has a meaning, this is just how my- How Lilia-senpai shows his affection for me, for you, for ... us, I suppose?"

"Oh..." they said before their eyes widened, "Oh!"

"Yes..." he managed to respond, hesitant.

He felt a bit bad Lilia had done something that startled them.

"Does that mean Lilia-senpai thinks of us as... a pair?"

"Maybe?" Silver responded.

It seemed likely enough that Silver and [Name] were seen as a pair by his father. He was prone to assigning roles to people in Silver's experience. It didn't warrant cheese but, oh well. They really do sell everything at the School Store, he noted.

That was probably where his father had gotten this... whatever it was.

"We are best friends, right Silver?" [Name] asked, pulling him from his thoughts at what other oddities the store might be selling.

"Yes, but..."

He wanted to say it. He had thought it over for a week, been yelled at by Sebek, been told to "court properly" by Prince Malleus... He had to do it. He was a knight. What scared him so much about this?

Silver let out a soft breathy sigh.

"But?" [Name] asked, repeating what he had half-said.

He had to do this. He wanted to do this. Silver was determined.

"I have been meaning to ask you something, [Name]," he told them.

"What is it...?" [Name] asked, surprised for the second time that day.

Copying what he had read in the books Lilia offered him, he took their hands in his and looked at them with a sparkle in his eyes they had not seen until this very moment. He was serious.

"[Name]," he spoke once more.

They blinked at him. What was he trying to say?

"Yes....?" they replied.

"Would you do me the... honor of..." Silver paused for a second or two before he continued, "Being mine? I am in love with you so ardently I might... You're lovely."

The line was a jumble of the things he had read. Would that suffice? Would it be a proper request to them? He knew it had to be done respectfully or else he would bring shame to his father and master alike. Silver would never want to do that, he was loyal to the fae despite his very humanity.

His eyes gazed into theirs, not wanting to look away and miss their answer. Silver watched as they processed his words, face flushing slightly as soon as they understood what he meant with that flowery question. They struggled for words.

"You. Me..." they paused, "Yes!"

He expected a bit more hesitation but they seemed enthusiastic about it as they jumped into his arms and wrapped theirs around his neck, hugging him tightly. They both ignored the strings of sprayable cheese that was still covering them both and the laundry that would need to be done shortly after.

"I am glad you accept my feelings," he managed to say.

[Name] nodded into his shoulder.

"This is all like a dream.." they said softly to him.

If this was a dream, Silver noted, it was a sweet one.

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Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek is annoyed by [Name] for the first while they know each other but it is mostly because their "kind" personality causes them to approach him and they are a HUMAN.

They grow on him only because he just keeps running into them?

Is the universe trying to get them together? (yes)

Through repeated exposure, they begin a kind of friendship

[Name] listens intently when Sebek speaks about Malleus.

This aids in the development of their friendship.

Sebek does not know how to confess.

There is some internal conflict for this guard about his feelings.

[Name] remains blissfully unaware of his struggles.

Sebek means well he was just raised by a very human-phobic grandpa who he idolizes. We're all aware it's a problem.

"Sebek!" [Name] finally said a bit louder than the original attempt at getting his attention, "Are you okay?"

The knight was startled to attention and instantly straightened his posture before taking a fighting stance as though they were in danger. To that, [Name] was not sure what to say.

"Ah, it's you," he said, albeit quieter than usual, "I'm fine."

They narrowed their eyes at him briefly but didn't say anything. [Name] trusted him at their core, so they believed his words.

"If you say so," they shrugged, "So, are we going into town?"

Sebek turned to see [Name] sparkling at him with the sweetest smile on their lips. They were excited about this trip, weren't they? How could he have let himself get distracted from a task that Lilia gave him? Lilia told him to accompany this human, his friend, into town as a guard. Something about magic-less people not being safe alone.

He was in no position to question Lilia.

"We are!" he said, volume returning with force, "OFF WE GO!"

[Name] just giggled as they followed after him, blissfully unaware of the reason for his awkward posture and strange fluctuation in volume (even more than usual). They simply assumed it was Sebek being himself. He always was a bit strange and they adored him for it, seeing the passion in his eyes even when he was being a bit... much.

As kind and caring as they were, there was a certain naivety about [Name]. Falling in love was foreign to them. Perhaps that was why they did not notice the tell-tale signs that Lilia would have pointed out to them if he didn't like seeing Sebek squirm so much.

Sebek was in love with [Name].

But how did he tell someone that he cared for them? That he appreciated their mothering side and the fact that they listened to him. He thought about them! He wanted to please them! And... He dreamed of what their life could be like after they graduated. That one was embarrassing.

He glanced over toward them for a moment.

There they were, blissfully unaware of the anxiety within him at the thought that his feelings could change the friendship they had.

"This will be a fun day," Sebek told [Name], "You have my word."

"As a knight?"

"Yes... As a knight."

"Yay!!"

Their smile was all that mattered to him. He could wait just a bit longer to tell them the truth. All in good time... He could do it.

Lilia might have other plans though...

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hettyoon · 17 hours ago

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❥︎ Characters; Rafayel, Xavier Game; love and deepspace

❥︎ Genre; fluff !! Prompt; petting/kissing their cat ears || established relationship || 2nd pov

❥︎ Warnings; none !!

❥︎ Notes; yes this has been sitting in my drafts since the kitty cards first came out–

❥︎ 𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋;

Honestly, as much as the purple haired boy kept glaring at you for the face you made when he walked into your apartment sprouting a pair of cat ears out of his head and a matching tail swishing behind, you could not for the life of you stop laughing at how ironic the situation he got himself into was.

The same guy who was constantly complaining about how evil and sly the small kittens were, and how their only goal was to trick and deceive humans into showering them with love and affection, has now become one of them himself.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." You wiped the tears from the corner of your eyes, your laughing fit still not over yet as small chuckles continued to escape your lips even after your poor attempts at muffling them. "It's just, I never expected to see you in this form. You look adorable!"

Rafayel was certainly not amused by your compliment–anyone could tell that much–and instead tried to twist your words against you. "Oh so now you're saying I wasn't adorable before, huh?"

"You know that's not what I meant." You use your hand to motion for him to come closer. "Come here, I want to see them up close."

The lemurian huffed at you but still walked closer nonetheless, pausing in his steps when there were only a couple of centimeters between you left. "What? Are also you going to pet me like a cat now?"

A smile grew on your face at his question. I mean, could he blame you? You loved cats and he knew that, this was like a dream come true for you. "If you don't mind, I'd be more than willing to."

His gaze flickered to the side and one could make out a slight blush starting to form on his cheeks. "You say that as if you don't know I can't refuse you."

Knowing how stubborn your lover can be, you took that as his unique way of giving you the green light to do so. Therefore, it wasn't long before you had both of your hands reaching up to his face, one cupping the side of his cheek while the other stretched up to rub gentle strokes on the bundles of fur above his head.

The more you continued on stroking the more you could feel the man in your hands start to relax his body more and more. He was obviously enjoying the strokes of affection you were showering him with as much as he refused to say so. If it wasn’t obvious from the way he leaned his face deeper into your palm, then it definitely was by the now much more visible blush dusted on his the apples of his cheeks to the tip of his ears.

"You're enjoying this way too much." He muttered out.

"Hmm?" One of your fingertips came to stroke the fluffy piece of fur that was puffing out from the bottom of his ears and you could hear him let out small sigh of content. "I think I am the one who should be saying that."

Rafayel surprisingly didn't voice out a comeback at your reply, just choosing to let it slide this time as he was clearly more busy with other things (like keeping himself from completely melting into your arms) to give it much thought.

A few more moments of silence followed. With Rafayel finally caving in to your gestures, his face now buried into your neck instead so you can better reach his fluffy ears. Since you were no longer holding his cheek, both your hands were now free to bury themselves into the mass of soft purple hair and fur.

You just continued gently petting him for a couple more minutes, enjoying the heartwarming moment, until you heard something quite strange. Your mind had to take a double take at first because is that really what you think you're hearing right now?!

"Rafayel, are you...purring?"

The moment those words left your mouth you could practically feel the heat radiating off of his skin as the blush on his cheeks rose to a shade you did not even think was even possible. A groan came out of his mouth, the embarrassment hindering his ability to even come up with any words of defense as your laughter once again filled the quiet room.

❥︎ 𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑;

You woke up to a weird sensation tickling your nose. Which was strange, yes, but the initial plan was to simply brush it off as a fragment of your imagination and just go back to sleep. Alas, you definitely couldn't ignore the feeling no more when you felt a very obvious flick attack the side of your cheek, which made you certain that you were very much not dreaming of such sensation.

You groaned as you groggily tried to open your eyes and get them used to the sunlight that was seeping through your curtains. As your eyes tried to focus on the view in front of you, you wondered what could possibly be the thing that woke you up at such early hour. A stray piece of fabric? Or maybe you still had some fur stuck on you after you and Xavier's trip to the cat cafe yesterday. Both of which could never move by their own but those were the only possibilites that your sleep-depeived brain was capable of coming up with right now.

What you didn't expect though, was to see a pair of ash coloured cat ears twitching right in front of your face when you were absolutely certain you had no such feline anywhere in any room of your apartment.

This new realisation had you instantly shooting up from your place between Xavier's arms, sitting up straight in your bed and staring in utter disbelief at the scene in front of you. One blink, a second, and then you rapidly rubbed your eyes just for good measure. It really wasn't a hallucination, your boyfriend had a set of moving cat ears stuck on top of his head!

Then your eyes flashed down to his back upon noticing another yet another mind-boggling feature. 'Oh my god he even has a tail!' The bushy tail–as if suddenly noticing your eyes on them–moved to curl around Xavier's thigh, further proving their realness.

How did this even happen? Was it related to your trip to the cat cafe yesterday? That's the only logical explanation you could think of right now and it didn't even make sense!

Whatever it was, now that you've came out of your initial shock (although you were still baffled at what you were seeing), you could not deny how absolutely adorable Xavier looked with his newly added assets. The ears on his head lay still save for a couple twitched here and there and the tail on his back moved again to unfold in a more stretched out position instead.

Wait, you should probably wake him up to ask him about this, right?

"Xavier. Hey Xavier." You rubbed your hand up and down his arm in hopes of coaxing him out of the land of dreams. Gosh, this is totally not the reason you ever expected to be waking him up for.

When that method came out useless you resolved to lightly petting his new ears instead, wandering if he would feel the sensation on them like a real cat would.

You couldn't help yourself but inwardly squeal at the way they relaxed under your touch, drooping down slightly from their perked up state which you took as a silent invitation to continue your actions. After a few more moments of your lover still not waking up from your methods, you couldn't help yourself but lean down to place a soft kiss to the side of his ear. To your surprise, that seemed to finally do the trick, as it gave you a flick in response and you could hear Xavier letting out a low mumble beneath you.

His first words came out a bit coarse, sleep still holding quite a strong grip on him. "Mhm...why are you up so early?"

First thought that came to mind was that Xavier seemed way too relaxed for someone who discovered they got cursed by some sort of cat magic, which made you come to the conclusion that he most likely did not know about the little problem he had going on at all.

"Xavier, love, do you not feel the added weight on top of your head? Or the new attachment to your back?"

His eyebrows furrowed in response before both of his hands moved at once, one reaching out to touch his ears and one down to feel his tail. "Oh."

Okay, nevermind, you take back your previous words. Knowing Xavier, he probably would indeed be this relaxed even if he had known about what happened beforehand. "I think this warrants more than an 'oh'."

A small yawn escaped his lips and you just wished that you had even half the calmness that your boyfriend had at the moment when you got into any problems. "I'll deal with it later; I'm still tired right now. You should come back and sleep with me too." His arms opened up as an invitation, and he made sure to add on those pleading eyes of his that he very much knew you could never resist no matter how much you tried.

You shook your head but slid back down the sheets to cuddle up with him regardless. "Not like I can complain, cuddling up with you when you look this adorable." Giving in to the temptation, you fingers moved up to give his cheek a soft pinch. "Oh gosh, you're so cute like this."

"Hmm." Xavier's eyebrows furrowed listening to your words and you had a gut feeling you knew where this conversation was about to head to. "First it was Lumiere and now me with the cat features. Do you like my cat form more than my usual self?"

Oh yes, just Xavier being jealous of himself as usual. "I never said tha–"

"Maybe I should just stay like this forever then, I don't think it'll impact my combat abilities that much."

"Xavier! We are not doing this right now." You playfully pinched the cheek you were holding. "Just go back to sleep, we'll find a way to turn you back once we wake up, okay?" A hand of yours raised to guide his head to rest on top of your chest, while simultaneously threading through the strands of his hair and rubbing gently on his ears. Xavier relaxed into your hold, raising his head to place a trail of gentle kisses on your jawline before laying his head back on your chest, slowly drifting off back to sleep to the soothing rhythm of your heartbeat.

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fbfh · 2 days ago

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So!! I can't stop thinking about Spencer Reid and am low on spoons so I'm gonna go in a different direction and drop some Twitter p links of Spencer Reid being a fucking MUNCH!

Also make sure you're logged in or they won't show up. It took me an embarrassingly long time to figure that out lol

Spencer is a munch. I'm sorry. It's just a fact. He gets so fixated and obsessed with eating you out, it's like a sensory heaven for him. He never expected he'd be eating you out like his life fucking depends on it, touching you until he gets carpal tunnel. But now it's all he wants to do. To the point where he's so into it he's BEGGING you to please please please let him overstimulate you just a little longer. Just one more time, please angel, he knows you can do it. He knows you've got another one in you. Please please just let him keep going, just a few more minutes.

Spencer will hold your hips up to his face if he's too impatient to lay you down first.

He will go down on you for so long and with so much affection he somehow manages to make you giggle. You don't know how he does it, but he fucking LOVES it.

He's whining and moaning and grunting into you. You just taste that good.

He's not afraid to get up in there either. He's such a good boy, so eager to please that he's always looking up at you with those puppy dog eyes, looking for your approval.

He's so soft and intimate with it too. Sometimes he eats you out as tenderly as he kisses your forehead.

He knows you love his hands too. Knows how wet you get when he uses his hands on you and keeps talking and talking in his voice.

He's also so fascinated by how turned on you get when he uses your toys on you. Doesn't even bother taking off your panties to get you beautiful and soaking wet

And how do you reward your good boy? Your sweet sweet Spence who hadn't so much as kissed anyone before he met you?? You dry hump him until he's whining and creaming through his underwear of course!!

And for my darling trans men and trans mascs....... I see you and I hear you.

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eringobragh420 · 1 day ago

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🖤 Pairing — Damian Priest ♥︎ f!PlusSize!Reader ♥︎ Liv Morgan 🖤 Summary — Damian has been listening to Reader and Liv’s taunting for weeks now about the possibility of him moving to Smackdown. He’s ready to take matters into his own hands. 🖤 Word Count — 2.9k 🛑 Warnings — NSFW. Girl on girl, m/f/f, oral (m and f receiving), spanking, cum (18+) 🖤 Taglist — If you'd like to be added, please click here! 🖤 Requested By — @miss-kuki-nz Hope you enjoy, and I'm so sorry for the long wait! 🖤 MASTERLIST, KINK LIST

“Heard you might be going to Smackdown,” you said, passing Damian backstage at Raw.

Beside you, Liv Morgan burst into obnoxious laughter. “Way to get demoted right when Raw moves to Netflix,” she mocked. The two of you giggled as you continued on, Damian glaring after you.

You and Liv had been bothering him for weeks—well, years, technically, but it had only recently gotten out of hand to the point that Damian was prepared to do something about it. He just didn’t know what.

“Oh, are you still here?” you asked, running into the Archer of Infamy on the elevator. “Thought you’d be gone by now.” While Damian had had it up to here with you and Morgan’s mouths, he enjoyed the moments his eyes got to linger on your body—thick thighs, curved ass, full breasts—which had quickly become material for him to jerk off to in the shower. As his dark eyes rose to your pretty face, he realized you’d caught him staring, leering really, and he expected more obnoxious taunting, but instead, a smirk tugged at your lips and, as the elevator dinged and the doors slid open, you winked before heading into the hallway on your respective floor.

It came to him when he arrived back at the hotel, passing his eyes over the mildly attractive woman behind the front desk. She blushed instantly, eyes downcast, and it wasn’t uncommon for women to fall at his feet, ready and willing to do whatever he asked, but it wasn’t often he took advantage of it. Unfortunately for her—and you and Liv—he made a beeline for the desk, grin on his face, brandishing a set of dimples under a light beard, and he thought her face might actually catch on fire.

He had an extra pep in his step as he boarded the elevator, pressing the button for a floor two above his. Arriving at the correct door, he inserted the key card he’d sweet-talked the receptionist into making for him, his jaw set, and he strode inside. You and Liv squealed at the intrusion until he rounded the corner, your screams cut off by sheer incredulity, but the both of you scrambled to cover yourselves with your respective plush hotel robes.

“Damian!” Liv shouted. “What the hell are you doing?”

“How did you get a key to our room?” you wanted to know, matching your best friend’s volume.

Damian shook his head, gaze lingering on your exposed legs through the opening in the robe, doing the same to Liv’s bare shoulder when her ill-fitting robe toppled down her arm. “What you should be asking is what’s it gonna take for me to leave your room,” he said.

You rolled your eyes, standing from your bed. “Somebody’s getting fired,” you declared, starting for the door.

Damian’s arm shot out in front of you, his hand slamming against the wall, and you stopped dead in your tracks, your eyes meeting his. He wasn’t trying to scare you—at least, not in the sense that he might hurt you. Unless, of course, you asked him to. He was attempting to promote more intimidation than anything, and the way your pupils expanded and you licked your lips, he knew you weren’t fearful of him. He glanced at Liv, the tiny blonde slowly standing from her bed, returning his attention to you.

You crossed your arms. “Fine,” you forced out, “I’ll play. What’s it gonna take to make you give us that key and get the hell out?”

Damian smirked, nodding. Liv giggled. “Nothin’ too big,” he replied. “Just an apology. From both of you.”

Liv snorted, approaching you and Damian. “For what? You just broke into our room!”

You and Damian’s eyes were still locked, his head tilting just enough for you to notice as his gaze passed over the unflattering bulky robe covering your naked body. He glanced at Liv, then returned his attention to you, eyes narrowing, understanding now what he’d walked in on—or, almost walked in on. Somehow he quickly recovered, ignoring the urge to adjust the growing bulge in his jeans.

“For giving me shit about going to Smackdown,” he replied.

“Aw, did we hurt your feelings?” you cooed. Damian glared down at you, nostrils flaring, and your eyes danced with mischief.

“You’re not getting an apology,” Liv said.

Yours and Damian’s eyes were still battling. “And besides,” you purred, “you couldn’t handle an apology from us.”

Challenge accepted, Damian thought. His long arms were around you suddenly, hands on your fleshy ass, and he lifted you effortlessly into the air. Your legs wrapped around his waist, hands gripping his broad, sinewy shoulders. “Oh, I think I can handle it,” he rumbled, hot, minty breath ghosting across your face. He started toward the bed as the atmosphere in the room became thicker, positively charged with the overwhelming amount of sexual tension between the three of you that had been building for so long.

Clearly distracted, you stammered, “I’m still not apologizing.”

“Me either,” Liv chimed in.

After a moment of searching your face, still steadily holding you in his arms, Damian said, “Guess I’ll have to force it out of you.” He eased you back down to your feet before he tugged at the belt on your robe. As it fell open, he did the same to Liv’s, discovering the both of you were stark naked underneath, surprising coloring his face.

“We were about to get in the shower when you came in,” Liv explained.

“Together?” Damian asked, opening your robe, revealing your full breasts and curvy hips, and he licked his lips as he pushed the garment down your shoulders.

You shrugged, helping Liv to remove her robe, drawing Damian’s attention momentarily. “We like to play with each other sometimes,” you confessed.

“Is that so …” Damian trailed off. You and Liv nodded. “Show me.”

You snickered, Liv grinning, and she pulled you to her for one of her all-encompassing kisses, dipping her tongue in your mouth in such a way to make it visible for Damian. You cupped her face, and her hands came up to cup your breasts. It obviously wasn’t the first time you and Liv had fooled around, nor would it be the last, but you’d never done it in front of someone or had anyone else join you. It was difficult to ignore the urge to perform rather than enjoy.

“Get on the bed,” Damian ordered, “but don’t stop.”

You and Liv carefully crawled on the bed, sharing a giggle as you each lost your balance a bit, both recovering before completely falling over. Liv laid on top of you between your legs, that giant mouth of hers talented in ways you’d never expected. Damian watched, shocked to find out about the relationship you and Liv had, but even more turned on by the new direction the night was headed. He licked his bottom lip and sucked it into his mouth as your and Liv’s breasts pressed together, and his hand slid down from his chest to his abs, over the buckle of his belt, and he massaged his dick as he watched.

After several salivating moments, Damian pulled his cock out, giving it a few strokes as he stepped closer to the bed. As Liv lifted her head just a bit so that only your tongues were connected, swirling around one another, Damian captured the opportunity to slide his length between your mouths. Liv laughed, but you completely forgot about being defiant and bratty—all you wanted right now was to lick every inch of this man’s perfect cock.

Damian chuckled wickedly, pride surging in his chest at how easy it was to get you two under control, but it rapidly transformed into a profound moan as two pretty pink tongues twisted and coiled around his shaft. You and Liv continued kissing as best you could around Damian’s flesh as he slowly thrust back and forth across your lips. His long arm reached over Liv’s body, slapping her bare ass without warning, and she threw her head back, squealing.

“Are you sorry?” Damian asked.

Liv chuckled. “Nope.” She licked his cock theatrically, smile dropping as she glared up at him. “What are you gonna do about it?”

Damian suddenly changed his angle as he took a handful of her hair in a tight grip. As she opened her mouth to complain, he shoved his length inside, poking the back of her throat, reveling in the sounds of her gagging. He pumped a few times before pulling out, Liv’s drool stuck to the head of his dick, and then he was pressing that soaking tip against your lips. Automatically your mouth opened, accepting him, allowing him to push into your throat as far as he could. You didn't bother trying to stop the moan, instead encouraging it, intentionally sending obscene vibrations all throughout his dick. Damian grunted, the hotel room suddenly filled with the wet, squelching sounds of a thorough face-fucking, as he caressed your cheek with one hand, the other curling around the back of Liv’s head, directing her, and she grinned her little sucia grin. As she tweaked one of your nipples, gently tugging at the pebble, she leaned over you and licked along the couple of inches of Damian's cock he wasn't able to force past the muscle in your throat.

“Fuck,” Damian moaned. “Just a couple of little brats that need to be put in their place.” He yanked his cock from your throat, disappointment and drool painted all over your face, and he looked at you. “Ready to apologize?”

You shook your head. “Gonna have to do better than that, Papi,” you taunted, and Damian fleetingly wondered what it was really going to take to get you to say you were sorry.

Glaring at you, Damian ordered Liv to the head of the bed, back against the pillows, legs spread, and just as she was about to protest, maybe throw a make me in there, he grabbed her under her arms, all but launching her off you and tossing her onto the pillows. The blonde cackled, though she spread her knees enticingly, hands sliding down her thighs toward her bare, satiny pussy.

“Hands and knees,” he directed you. “You're gonna lick that pussy until I say stop.”

“And what if I—”

A strong, painful slap echoed off the walls and the generic paintings of meadows sprinkled throughout the room. You cried out, spine bowing, instantly closing your legs, fearful of another smack to your inner thigh—fearful of it happening again, fearful of it making your pussy gush even more than the first time.

“Ask me again,” Damian said.

Before you could retort with something snarky, Liv interrupted, “Come on, baby. You love licking me anyway.” Her eyes met Damian’s, expression stone and dead serious. “Let's show him how you're supposed to eat a pussy.”

Smirking, you rolled over and crawled the short distance to the sexy blonde with the spread legs. Her folds were so wet, they were separated, and you could see her sweet clit jutting out, begging to be sucked and nibbled. You gripped the backs of her knees and pushed her legs back, knowing the limber girl could handle a little stretching, and your tongue invaded Liv’s soaking cunt. You moaned at her heavenly flavor, sucking on that special bundle of nerves, and Liv screamed, grabbing the back of your head so she could ride your tongue.

The bed dipped behind you, and where you expected to feel Damian’s dick against your dripping pussy, he instead assaulted you with his tongue. Mouth glistening with Liv’s juices, you threw your head back and cried out, pressing back against Damian. Following a moment of enjoyment, you went back to your meal, wondering if and when Damian was planning on forcing an apology out of you and Liv, because if these were the consequences of taunting the Archer of Infamy, you would never learn your lesson.

As you inserted two fingers inside Liv, tongue still fluttering against her throbbing clit, Damian pulled away from you. Tiny rivers of your own juices were beginning to flow down your thighs, and your cunt was suddenly cold, clenching, begging in its own way for more attention. Seeking to entice him, you wiggled your ass in the air, and Damian chuckled from behind you.

“It’s cute that you’re excited to be punished,” he rumbled, rubbing the spongy head of his cock along your overflowing slit.

“It’s cute you think this is punishment,” you replied, winking up at Liv. The blonde kissed the air at you.

Damian smacked your right ass cheek so hard, you couldn’t ever remember anything so painful. Your jaw dropped so you could scream, but Damian’s hand on the back of your head shoved your face back into Liv’s cunt. “Guess I’ll have to step it up,” Damian declared.

He immersed himself inside your slick, tight hole, buried to the hilt in less than a second, and you attempted to cry out once more, but there was his hand on your head, forcibly occupying your aching mouth with Liv’s equally aching cunt. “Shut up,” he hissed. “You talk … so … fucking … much.” He punctuated each word with a thrust of his hips, steel length pounding inside you, stretching your walls, scratching the itch that had been burning for Damian Priest for months. His hammering bumped your face into Liv’s pussy, your tongue poking in and out of her hole, and the blonde’s body undulated as she moaned.

“She might talk too much,” Liv breathed, “but her mouth is so good.” Her hand joined Damian’s on the back of your head. “I’m gonna cum …”

Damian gripped your shoulder and pulled you back, your mouth coming off Liv’s clit with a wet smack, and as you looked up at her, she gaped at Damian. “You don’t get to cum until she does,” he told her, never once pausing his pummeling of your pussy, leaving his hand on your shoulder while the other squeezed your ass cheek.

You glanced up at Liv, scissoring your fingers still inside her, and your eyes rolled when she instantly reacted. Damian leaned forward, hand sliding from your shoulder to your wrist, and he slowly removed your fingers from Liv’s hole.

“That’s cheating,” Damian growled, pulling both your hands behind your back, locking his own hand around your wrists. His cock lurched inside you, and you smashed your face in the blankets between Liv’s legs. With his free hand, he slapped your ass, first going one direction, then the other, and these were not playful swats.

After the fifth one, you roared into the mattress, your wrists struggling against Damian’s grip. For the first four, his fucking had been enough to mask, or at least make tolerable, the pain from the spankings, but the fifth one—made over already-raw, sensitive skin—set your ass on fire. In other news, your cunt gushed with fresh juices all over Damian’s shaft, the sound of him sloshing inside you music to your ears, and despite the tears pricking your eyes, you bounced back against Damian. Your body was beginning to tighten, pussy gripping Damian’s cock desperately, and just as you were about to scream his name, he pulled out, leaving you empty and unsatisfied.

“Now would be a good time to apologize,” Damian said, still holding you in place. You heard the slapping as he jerked his cock, and your eyes rolled again, yearning to have him back inside you.

“I’m sorry,” you whimpered. “I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry.”

Damian shrugged. “Good enough.” He looked up at Liv, who was smiling, ready to pull your mouth back to her clit. “Your turn.” Her eyes defiantly met his. ”I’m waiting,” he growled.

“I’m sorry,” she forced through clenched teeth.

Damian guffawed, smacking your ass without warning, and your body jolted. “You can do better than that,” he said. “At least she tried to sound like she meant it.”

Damian’s thumb traced the length of your clit, then it was gone just as quickly. “Liv, please?” you begged.

Liv inhaled deeply, her face softening, eyes glittering and somehow seemingly innocent, and she blinked up at Damian. “I’m sorry, Damian,” she said.

He jammed himself within your cunt suddenly, and you roared into the bed. He ordered you to continue licking Liv, that he wanted to see her cum all over your face, and the mere thought of performing this scene with Damian Priest watching loaded your orgasm to almost one hundred percent. You sucked and tugged on her dripping clit, dipping your tongue inside her, and after a few rolls of her hips against your face, she was cumming on your tongue enough that it dripped down the sides, coating your chin.

“Fuck,” Liv mewled, massaging her breasts, grinning blissfully. “You always make me cum so hard.”

Damian’s eyes fluttered at the relationship you and Liv had that he’d had no idea went so deep, and his balls tightened. He pulled out of you, came around the bed as he stroked himself to orgasm, aiming and firing each string of his cum all over the bottom half of Liv’s face and her tits. And as Liv sucked the remaining cream from the tip of his cock, you slithered up her body to lick her free of the mess Damian had made.

“You should have went to Smackdown a long time ago.”

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just-some-thoughts-maybe · 13 hours ago

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Pictures

How the 141 boys got their favorite picture of you + where they keep it when they’re away on missions.

Wc: 1.9k

Simon “Ghost” Riley-

You had been taking pictures all day on your date. Blown through at least 100 pieces of film. After all, the zoo was quite the place.

Decidedly, your favorite place had been the reptile house. You stayed in there longer than any other exhibit. While you were watching the reptiles, Simon was watching you. The way your face lit up when you found a hidden snake or learned a new fact about them. The way you’d laugh at all the stupid jokes the staff put up around the exhibits. He stared at you like he was trying to memorize every detail of the day.

Before you left, he bought you a snake plushie. It was long enough to wrap around you, very soft, and a little weighted.

When you got back home, Simon decided to stay for a bit. He sat in your computer chair and talked to you. You sat on your bed, your head hanging off the side, just flipping through the pictures you had taken, admiring your trophies. The snake plush lay behind your neck and off your shoulders.

After thinking back on the day and how much he wanted to remember it, Simon had gotten an idea. “Gimme tha’ camera”

You sat up, moving so aggressively the plush almost fell off your shoulders. You put it back. “Why? What's wrong?” You handed him the camera off the bed. He took it and looked at it, trying to figure out how it worked. Once he was confident he knew, he turned it on you.

“Go on, lovie.” you look at him “What do you want me to do, Si?” you sit criss-cross on your bed

“Pose for me” he mutters. You tilt your head, scrunch up your nose a bit and giggle. It's the most beautiful sound he's ever heard, no matter how many times he's heard it.

Flash.

You raise your eyebrows as he takes the picture and begins shaking it. After a moment he looks at it, pausing before… “That’s the one.”

“That's the picture?” You raise your eyebrows, “I didn't even get to pose” you whine. You try to take the picture from him, but he won't let you get it. He holds it above your head and shakes it more, hoping to make it finish developing faster. When it does he looks at it.

“Nah, ‘m gonna keep it. ’S wha’ I want to remember.” after he chuckles, and it’s deep and rumbly.

Simon keeps the picture in the right side of his vest, always keeping you close to his heart. It’s the first thing he looks at when he wakes up, and the last he looks at before he goes to sleep.

Captain John Price-

John was always excited to come home to his wife after a particularly taxing mission. You were in bed, cuddling and talking about whatever was on your minds when you both heard a crash. John was instantly on edge, ready to investigate.

He signals for you to stay in bed and be quiet while he looks.

When he gets back, he’s less stressed and more sad. “ ‘m sorry…” he holds up your broken Polaroid, the same one he'd gotten you for your birthday a year ago.

“No…” you whine, more than a little upset. You look from the device to him. “I'm sorry John.”

He sighs deeply and looks back at you, putting the camera on the desk before crawling back into bed, and pulling you against him. “I have the day off tomorrow…maybe we could get another one?”

In the morning, you guys go shopping at the mall. The first place you go is the shop John had gotten your camera from last year. After getting it, you immediately open it and load it with film.

The camera and film were the only things you had gotten before going home.

“This is exactly like my last one,” you say, sitting on the couch, playing with the camera. John sits next to you settling into the comfort of your presence. “Yeah? Is that alright?” you pull the camera away from your face, looking at him. “More than alright. It's perfect.” you say before backing up a little bit before snapping a picture.

“Wh-what was that for, darling?” he asks, still blinking from the flash

“Just to have…” you say, shaking the picture. You put the camera on the couch between the two of you before looking at the picture. While you were distracted he picked up the camera and turned it around on you.

“Hey-” he calls out, trying to get your attention

You look at him.

Flash.

You blink away the spots in your vision before finally seeing him again.

“And what was that for?” you ask. There's no accusatory tone, only curiosity.

“Just something to have…for when I'm away from home.” He looks at the picture before handing it. “If you don't like it I can take another, but….” you take the picture and look at it. It wasn't that bad. You hand him the photo back. “If it's the one you want, who am I to deny you?”

You pause and smirk a little “Maybe I'll let you take another to keep you better company on…lonelier nights.”

“Tha’ right?” he asks, already dragging you to the bedroom.

He keeps it on the inside of his hat. When he first got the picture soap annoyed him for looking at it so often.

Johnny “Soap” Mactavish-

You first came to the base to help the 141 with paperwork and clerical tasks, soon you became a very valuable member of the team, and a friend to most on it. Johnny especially had taken great strides in ensuring you felt as welcome as possible. This would include sitting with you in the cafeteria, sitting in your office during the long nights, or just talking when you needed a distraction.

Soon, daily walks became a habit. He would meet you at your office on your lunch break, and the two of you would just walk and talk. It was during one of these walks that you got the text Price needed you to look over something in his office. Johnny decided to walk with you there.

The two of you made haste, but you stopped before a seemingly impossible choice, either you take the elevator, or the stairs.

“You want to risk the elevator today?” You look at him, truly leaving the decision up to him. You were in heels that made going upstairs hurt, but the elevator was super sketchy with a tendency to break down…it also had some really weird stains.

He thinks for a moment. “Aye, let’s dae that” you hesitate, glancing between him and the rickety elevator. He tilts his head a little “Should be fine, eh?”

“Apparently they just fixed it…so maybe?” you look at him, then to the stairs. “I’m following you, Johnny.” you say to the Scott. He nods at you, a smile flashing across his face.

He gets on with far too much confidence, almost a scary amount. You follow him, being sure to avoid those stains that definitely look like blood, but Johnny swears aren't.

When you get in and the doors shut, Johnny, ever the prankster, decides to mess with you. He looks you in the eye. “Hey, lass.” You look at him. He has a mischievous smile. ”Johnny, I don’t know what you’re planning, but no.”

“Don’ worry, Bonnie, we’re fine.” He smirks

Famous last words.

He jumps in the elevator, as soon as it starts moving. If it were anyone else, it probably would’ve been fine, but his 200 pounds of muscle might have been a little too much for the poor elevator.

There’s a loud SNAP and the elevator jerks up. You stumble, but Johnny catches you.

I pull back quickly when you realize how you’re looking up at Johnny right now.

You make a terrifying realization. The elevator is not moving anymore...

You two were stuck on the elevator for 4 hours. Of course, it was during this incredibly opportune time that he decided to ask you out.

When Price texted Johnny, asking if he had seen you, Johnny took a selfie with you and sent it to him explaining that the two of you were stuck in the elevator.

Three months later, you're his girlfriend. And that selfie? It’s a keychain that’s attached to Johnny’s belt loop. Easier to look at his Bonnie lass that way.

And the elevator? It’s been closed since.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

This dinner had been planned months in advance. It was one of the nicest restaurants in London and he would sooner cut off his hand than forfeit the reservation.

It was your anniversary, and he would be deployed…or so you thought. Turns out, the mission ended early, at least that's what he would later tell you, and he was already on his way home to you.

You were sitting on the couch, watching TV when there was a jingle of keys at the front door. You were immediately on alert, no one has keys to this place other than you and Kyle, and Kyle was supposed to be gone…right?

You watch as the door opens, the fear immediately dissipating when you see that familiar hat accompanied by the smile that made you swoon. Instead, your fear is replaced with an overwhelming joy. As fast as he gets the door open youre barreling towards him. He catches you into a crushing hug, laughing into your hair and giving you kisses on the crown of your head, muttering about how he missed you too.

He checks the time, cursing under his breath. “You need to get ready, love.”

You look at him for a few seconds before you remember what the day is.

“Kyle, you’re probably tired…I don't want to-” Kyle cuts you off.

“I slept on the plane. We're going.” he says with an air of finality.

You try to argue more, but he's ignoring you and shoving you towards the shower.

When you finally get to the restaurant, you realize how much planning Kyle had put into this. He has specifically reserved the table you had ranted about to him on one of your first dates. He also made sure they had your favorite wine, which was put down as soon as you sat at the table.

When you look at him, it's nothing but stars in your eyes, and that to him makes everything worth it. Everything he had to do to get home, to get to you. (even if that does mean he owes Soap a favor now.)

As the night continues, you notice his usually calm demeanor change to one a little more on edge. You've never seen him this nervous, not since he first asked you out anyways.

Finally, after a couple of hours, the desert gets brought out.

Written on the plate, in curly, chocolate writing was a single question that would forever change your life.

Will you marry me?

You look at Kyle, he's holding a ring box, looking especially scared, his eyes only daring to meet yours when you place your hand on his.

When you nod with tears in your eyes he stands up, hoists you to your feet, and brings you in for a kiss.

Little did you know, right then, there was a picture taken by the restaurant staff. The picture would quickly become his favorite. He printed it before his next deployment to keep with him.

He keeps it right under the Union Jack velcroed onto his vest to remind him of what he's fighting to return to.

(Just a little Drabble while I work on my larger projects- got some bangers coming out in February if I do say so myself- Hope you enjoy!)

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marydoyouwrite · 2 days ago

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Burnt Out

PAIRING: boyfriend!jaehyun, Fem Reader, bestfrined!doyoung

GENRE: smut

SUMMARY: Jaehyun is insatiable to the point that reader is sick from lack of rest. A little bit angsty because reader has to decide for herself.

WARNINGS: smut, unprotected sex, dubcon bordering noncon, overstimulation, pussy eating, lots of manhandling, use of sex toy, its up to you to decide if Jaehyun is a bad guy here, what do you think?

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You've been staring for far too long at nothingness when you're brought back to reality by a nudge from Doyoung.

"Are you so blissed out with Jaehyun's dick that you've been so out of it lately?"

You adjust from your seat and took the food from your impatient friend's hands that have probably been stretched out for a while causing him to say the off handed remark.

"Sorry. I'm just so tired."

"So you are blissed out."

Blissed out, huh. For a while you dont realize that you made a face that Doyoung can't comprehend.

Your mind began to drift to a different place. You've been so tired. Instead of being blissed out, maybe burnt out is the word.

You've been with Jaehyun for around 9 months now thanks to his frat friends for pushing you two together. Doyoung is also a frat friend but you and him go way back as neighborhood friends, so you consider him on your side.

And you can't quite recall if Doyoung was also pushing you to be with Jaehyun. He only seemed like a quiet audience when the whole thing was happening. And when you and Jaehyun finally got together, he only said a short, "Congrats."

Doyoung pokes your side and you wince at the contact. You smooth your hands over the part he poked.

"Oww, what was that for?"

"Woah, that was not a strong poke."

"I know, but still. It hurts."

And you can see the confusion forming on his face. He's probably thinking why you winced too hard over a gentle poke. And you cant bring yourself to tell him that its because you have bruises on your waist that are never healing. You can never tell.

"Y/n!"

You whip your head to direction from where your boyfriends voice came from. You instinctively raise your hand despite dreading the time he'll ask you to come with him. You havent even finished eating your lunch with Doyoung.

"Hey, Doyoung."

"Jaehyun."

"Mind if I snatch Y/n away?"

"She hasn't finished her food yet, though?"

"It's okay, I'll cook for her at home. That okay, princess?"

Doyoung looks at you and you want to say no. You want so bad to stay with him for a while and get a few moments of rest while finishing your food. You badly want to hold onto his sleeves. But all of that is weird.

"Yeah, thats okay. I'll see you later Doyoung!"

And you grab your remaining lunch, so you have something to eat later.

Jaehyun grabs your hand and happily drags you to his place thats only a few blocks from school.

"Jae." You call quietly.

"Hmm?"

"I have class at 6pm. Can we skip it today?"

"I promise we'll make it quick and take care of you after."

But with Jaehyun, its never quick. Once he starts, he never stops.

Once you reach his home, Jaehyun immediately latches his lips to yours. You put your hands on his chest and try to protest but your words are drowned in the kisses. His lips travel down your neck and suck a part of your skin just above the collarbone.

"Jae, please. Can I e-eat first."

"I'll cook for you after this, I promise."

He cups your heat and pushes your underwear to the side to insert three fingers into your pussy. You groan at the sudden intrusion and some tears form in your eyes.

"J-Jae! P-Please be gentle,"

It seems that your plea and tears just cause Jaehyun to be even more riled up. He angles his figngers to reach the sensitive spot inside you causing you to let out a small scream.

"That's it. Fucking scream for me princess. I know how much a slut you are for me."

Its so painful and yet your body betrays you again. Your knees buckle towards Jaeyun when you feel your stomach tigthening.

"Jaehyun! Please."

"Are you going to come pretty girl?"

"Y-Yes, so close."

"F-Fuck youre so tight around my fingers."

Jaehyun's thumb presses against your clit and you come undone on his fingers.

You pant and as you try to catch your breath, Jaehyun carries you to the sofa. He discards your clothes so skillfully and he sinks on his knees face to face with your pussy. He dips and licks your clit, making you arch your back at the sensitivity you're feeling.

"Jae, w-wait!"

But you know better. Jaehyun never waits. So you grab his head as your legs shake at his continous ministrations with his tongue.

He focuses on sucking on your clit and inserts two fingers in you. He lifts his left hand to grab your breast. He gives it a squeeze before playing with your nipple.

The sensations send you over the edge and you know its not long before you reach another orgasm.

Jaehyun blows on your clit and gives it a gentle lick before sucking on it again like hes never eaten you out before.

He looks up at you and he sees that some tears have made its way to your cheeks. And he smirks at the sight of you crying from overstimulation.

"Jaehyun! Ahh, fuck!"

It doesnt take long before you cum on his tongue and your legs are shaking. He continues to clean you up with his tongue.

He lifts his head from your core and starts to unbuckle his belt. His pants pool at his feet and you look at his angry length.

Jaehyun is huge. Both in girth and length. During your first months with him, you think of how you got so lucky to be the only girl to bed him. You recall always looking forward to being tangled on the sheets with him.

But now. Your body is about to give up on you.

You're whipped away from your thoughts when Jaehyun lowers himself and starts to push his cock into you.

"G-Gentle please."

He grabs your thighs and spreads them open even more as he pushes more inside you. You sigh at the intrusion because even if he fucks you everyday, you never seemed to adjust.

"You're so fucking tight princess. We might have to do something about this. Yeah?"

He shoves all of his length inside you and you feel it reach your cervix making you arch in pain and pleasure.

He puts his palm over your lower stomach where his cock prods.

"God you look so hot taking me all in."

He presses his palm down as he continuously pounds into you making you scream because of the pressure.

"Ahh... please, i-it hurts."

You sob at the pain and sensitivity you're feeling. You know he's about to make you come again. And you know that this is going to be a long afternoon.

Jaehyun angles himself to reach a deeper part of your insides and the slight change in angle causes another wave of orgasm to wash over you. But Jaehyun doesn't come and doesn't stop from moving inside you.

"J-Jae, baby. P-Please stop."

"Come on, princess. You can take another one for me, right?"

He grabs both your legs and presses them against your chest. The new position lets him bury himself deeper into you, if thats even possible, and you become a whimpering, sobbing mess.

He plays with your clit using his thumb and by impulse, you put your hands on his chest to push him a little bit, trying to make him relent. But he doesn't.

With his other hand, he grabs one of your hands and puts it above your head as he continues to pound so mercilessly into you.

You weakly retreat your other hand as you see that he's determined to make you come just one more time.

He lowers his head on your chest and takes a nipple into his mouth. He sucks on it and the sensation does it for you. You come again.

And as you do, you hear him grunt.

"Shit you're so good for me princess. So fucking tight."

With a few more thrusts, you feel his cum spill inside you.

"F-Fuck!"

He slowly stills and collapses on top of you but still mindful not to put all his weight on you.

You feel yourself slipping away into unconsciousness. Everything is a blur but youre not completely out. You feel Jaehyun moving and pulling out of you but you cant quite fully see his expression. You can only hear your labored breaths.

You feel Jaehyun carrying your limp body up fromd the sofa. And as he walks somewhere, maybe his room, you weakly say, "J-Jae, no more. Please?"

He quietly chuckles and places a kiss on your forehead.

"You're cute."

You feel his soft bed envelope your body as he gently places you down.

"On your knees baby."

And you want to protest but your voice betrays you. Its no use. You try to wave and signal with your hand that you can't anymore but you cant even put it up.

So when he turns you over because you dont move, you just let him. And maybe all of these is your fault because you usually just let him at the end of the day.

In a while, you hear the familiar whirring of the toy you once loved but now dreaded. You shudder as he teases your core with the vibrating dildo. You sob as he fully inserts it into you. You brace yourself as he spreads your ass open. And you fully shed tears as he penetrates your other hole with his cock. He grabs your hips so tightly and pound you into oblivion.

You dont know how many more orgasms you had before Jaehyun decides he's done. But your arms and knees have given up on you and you pass out. The last thing you remember is him removing the dildo from you and pushing in the cum that's leaked out of your ass.

---

You open your eyes and you feel so sore. How many hours has it been? Did you miss class? You cant miss class. Its a major subject and god forbid your subjects get fucked up too.

You look at Jaehyun's bed side clock and see that its almost 5:30. You have to go right now.

So despite the soreness, a headache, and the tenderness on your arms and hips, you will yourself to get up. And as you do, you see Jaehyun coming in with food on a tray and a glass of water. If only you weren't so tired physically and mentally, you would have swooned so much at the gesture. But getting to class is urgent.

"Hey, why are you already moving?"

"I have class. I have to go now."

You note the hoarseness in your voice.

"Can't you skip today? You're so tired."

"C-Can't Jae, exams are almost here."

"Okay let me walk you to school. And at least have a bite. You didn't get to finish lunch earlier."

He puts down the tray and scoops some food and puts the spoon in front of you. You quickly take a bite because, god your are starving.

As you chew, you gather your clothes that have already been neatly folded on the bed side. You dress up and in the process, you at least had three more bites of food.

Jaehyun does walk you to school and you note the slight dizziness youre feeling and the wobble in your steps.

"I've gone overboard, didn't I?"

You just give Jaehyun a tight little smile.

"I love you." He says with his dimpled smile you always adored.

"Love you, too." You replied before rushing off to your class.

You make it just in time.

You see the vacant chair beside Doyoung that he always saves for you, so you walk towards him. He looks up at you and you know he notices your weird walk.

But you dont mind him.

The discussion starts and its as if the professor is singing you to sleep. Now that youre seated in class, your body feels on fire.

Your core is aching. Your hips are killing you. Your arms and knees feel like theyre about to pop. Your head is being split in two. You're spent.

"Ms. Y/N?"

You're startled by the professor calling your name and you abruptly stand.

It was dumb. Because before you even hear the next sentence from your professor, you feel liquid dripping from your nose and everything blacks out.

The last thing you hear is Doyoung shouting your name.

---

You feel like you're floating. There are faint voices talking in the background but you can't quite catch what they're talking about.

You slowly open your eyes and its just all white. You groan at how the light hits your eyes and you feel footsteps walking towards you.

"Y/n!"

"W-Water."

Doyoung gets a glass of water and quickly hands it to you. You take a drink and you try to speak.

"What happened?"

"You tell me. You blacked out in class!"

"Mr. Doyoung, kindly lower your voice." The doctor tells Doyoung off.

"Ms. Y/n, there is something I need to discuss with you. Would you like your boyfriend to stay?" The doctor glances at Doyoung as if asking if you want him to be there.

"H-He's not my boyfriend. But he's close to me. He can stay."

The doctor sighs. "Okay. I assume you have a boyfriend?"

"Y-Yes, why?"

"You have to slow down on the sexual activities. Your body seems to be not having any rest." You blush as you hear this. The doctor can tell?

"You also have to tell us, are you experiencing any abuse?"

"What? Does Jaehyun hit you?" Doyoung's voice is angry, so you panic.

"N-No! No he doesn't."

"I swear to fucking god if you're lying, Y/n!"

"I promise! He doesn't. My bruises, h-he just gets a little rough. But I let him."

The doctor sighs before continuing.

"I see. If that's the case, talk to him. Get some proper rest. You're weight isn't too good, work on putting in some more. I'll give you some vitamins. Also, having too much bruises aren't good for your body, so slow down on the rough play. That's all. I'll leave you for a bit. Just take the prescription before discharge."

With that, the doctor left. She must have sensed the intensity of Doyoung's stares on you.

"What the hell? He's not letting you rest to the point of getting sick?"

"Doyoung please, my ear hurts."

"Oh I hurt you? You don't seem to have a problem with Jaehyun hurting you though?"

"It's not that! I try to tell him. It's just not easy."

As you finish your sentence, you see Jaehyun rushing inside your room. And before you can even say anything, Doyoung loses it and lands a punch on your boyfriend's face.

"Doyoung, no!"

"The fuck was that for!" Jaehyun shouts as he grabs Doyoung's collar.

"You can't keep your dick in your pants for even a day?! Really fucking her into hospitalization?"

"What?" You see the confusion on Jaehyun's eyes.

"Please both of you calm down. We're in a hospital, please." You cough a little bit because your throat still feels sore. And this seems to calm the two men down.

Jaehyun goes to you and helps you sit on the bed.

"What happened?"

You look at your boyfriend and then at Doyoung who is still visibly angry.

"Doyoung, can you leave us two for a bit?"

Doyoung hesitates but he understands you want to talk to Jaehyun. So he leaves, but not before giving his friend another dirty look.

"Baby, what happened?" He genuinely asks as he took your hand in his.

"J-Jae,"

"Yeah? You can tell me."

"The doctor said I got sick because I don't get to r-rest. She told me to slow down on the sex."

Jaehyun's jaw drops.

"I did this?" You just nod at him slightly.

"I-I'm sorry, baby."

"She also told me that I had too many bruises."

There was silence between you two and you see Jaehyun feeling the guilt.

"J-Jae. I want to break up."

"W-What? But baby, I can fix this. I wont push you too much anymore. I'll take care of you better."

"Its not just about that Jae. It's just that I never felt heard. All the time I've asked you to stop, but you didn't, made me feel small." You pause.

"In the beginning, I enjoyed it because you were my first in everything. But every time I asked you to stop or slow down, asked you for some rest but you didnt listen, I just felt unheard." You take his face in your hands.

"And to be honest, this has been affecting me physically too and I'm not prepared. I've slept on one too many classes. Dragged myself in pain to finish a project. I feel like if I dont ask for this break, I'll fall even more behind."

And its true. You can see the signs. You're sleep deprived and you're missing deadlines. You never missed a deadline before. Your studies mean the most to you that you promised yourself not to let it go even if you enter a relationship.

But everything's getting affected and you want to stop it before it gets bigger and you and Jaehyun both end up very badly burnt.

Jaehyun just stares at you. A mix of sadness and understanding in his eyes. And for a while, you remember how he looked like the first time you met him.

Jaehyun is easy to pass as a jerk at first glance. He was the typical captain of the basketball team who's also a frat member. You didn't hit it off at the beginning. How could you? Youre not the most sociable person. With your nose always in books, people would call you a nerd. It doesn't matter though, because you're set on your goals. But in his persistence, you saw another side of him. He was charming in many ways. He was your first in everything. And you knew that Jaehyun is always delighted in knowing he was your first in all.

But now, you feel like the timing of you being together isnt right. You couldnt sacrifice anything for him. You tried to, with your body, but now its taken a toll on you.

"I'm sorry, Jaehyun."

"Hey, don't be sorry pretty girl." He lifts your chin gently so you could look at him again. This time, his eyes full of assurance.

"If anything, I'm the one who should be sorry. I failed to take care of you and I'm realizing it just now. But thank you for telling me. "

You feel it coming now. Your breaking point is happening because Jaehyun is still the kind man you love. He respects you enough to let go of you.

"I'm really sorry, Y/n."

He squeezes your hands and at that moment, you know that both of you can postpone any more talking. The words you both want to say can be said another time.

"Do you want me to call Doyoung back here?"

"Yes, please."

He gives your forehead a long kiss before he gets up and goes out the door. When the door opens again, it's Doyoung that comes in. And when your eyes meet, your eyes let go of the tears you've been holding back.

And Doyoung is quick to understand what happened and what you need. So he goes to hug you tight.

"I'm not sure I did the right thing."

"Shh, its okay."

But you don't feel okay. For now, you cry on your friend's shoulder hoping the burn in your heart will feel better.

---

a/n: It's my first time putting out a written work and nobody told me it would be this fun :D I'm happy to take requests and will try to upload more often!

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🔮 The Fool’s Journey (Into Trouble) 🔮 | Ch. 2

Lilia Calderu x fem!reader

summary: Y/N makes a questionable purchase, endures an evening of coven induced chaos, and shares an unexpectedly nice breakfast.

wc: 8.5k (Chapter 2/?)

a/n: i'm not entirely happy with this chap, but ngl i have way too much fun writing the coven, I’m sorry. The first half of this chapter is definitely coven heavy (because they’re chaotic and I love them), but don’t worry, towards the end is all about Lilia. again this one’s super dialogue heavy, which i'm not used to but honestly, I couldn’t bring myself to cut any of it without hating myself. Just a quick heads-up, there’s no smut yet, but this chapter does lean into some more mature themes

Ch. 1

also on ao3

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A week had passed since the Great Flirting Incident, and while Lilia hadn’t exactly acknowledged anything outright, I could tell something had shifted. She was watching me more closely now, little glances when she thought I wasn’t looking, the occasional pause before she called me baby like she was testing the waters. But she hadn’t made a move, and if I was being honest, I wasn’t sure she ever would.

So, naturally, I decided to take matters into my own hands.

It started with a simple realisation: Lilia Calderu was a woman stuck in another century. She still used a landline, still read newspapers, and still had absolutely no concept of modern convenience. I mean, she handwrites every single appointment into an actual paper planner. Who even does that anymore?

At first, it was just a passing thought, how much easier things would be for her if she had a smartphone. But the more I thought about it, the more it felt like the perfect excuse to do something nice for her. Something that wasn’t just flirting but actually, you know, helpful.

Which is why I found myself standing in the phone store, staring at a sleek smartphone display, wondering if I was about to change her life or ruin mine.

By the following morning, Lilia was perched at the counter, lazily shuffling her tarot cards with that effortless grace that made my heart do embarrassing things. She glanced up as the door jingled, eyes flicking to the small shopping bag in my hand.

“What’s this?” she asked, raising a delicate brow.

I placed the bag on the counter with a triumphant grin. “It’s about time you stepped into this decade, Calderu.”

She sighed, long and suffering. “Y/n, I don’t need —”

“You do,” I interrupted, pulling out the sleek black smartphone. “This? This is a miracle. You can set appointments, track orders, and get this, stop living in the dark ages.”

Lilia stared at the device like it might bite her. “I like my dark ages.”

I rolled my eyes. “Come on, humour me. Think of it as an investment. For the shop.”

She exhaled dramatically but took the phone, turning it over in her hands with a look of mild disdain. “It’s so... modern. ”

“That’s the point.” I grinned. “And, because I care about y—” I stumbled, suddenly feeling awkward. “—because I care about... efficiency, I already programmed it with your contacts and the shop’s schedule.”

Lilia smirked, clearly enjoying my mortification. “Very thorough, baby.”

I flushed. “Just... try it.”

She sighed but started poking at the screen, and I watched, fascinated, as her brows furrowed in concentration. “Hmph. It’s... responsive.”

“That’s what touchscreens do.”

“Fascinating.”

I grinned, feeling victorious. “You’re welcome.”

Later that night, I sat on Agatha’s couch, nursing a drink and dramatically recounting my victory to the coven.

“She took the phone,” I said, gesturing grandly. “She even said it was fascinating. This is huge.”

Jen raised a brow. “You bought her a phone?”

“Yeah.”

Alice leaned in. “Like... an actual smartphone? ”

“Yes.”

Agatha, sipping her wine, smirked. “y/n. Baby. Darling.”

“What?”

“You have to sext her.”

I choked on my drink. “ WHAT?! ”

Billy, perched on the armrest of the couch, grinned. “I second this.”

“No,” I said, shaking my head vehemently. “Absolutely not.”

Agatha leaned forward, eyes glinting with mischief. “You cannot waste this opportunity.”

Alice covered her face with her hands. “Oh my God.”

Jen nodded sagely. “Listen, you’ve been pining after this woman for weeks. This is your moment.”

I gaped at them. “I bought her a phone so she could schedule tarot readings, not so I could send her—” I cut myself off, flushing furiously. “No. Not happening.”

Agatha smirked. “y/n.”

“No.”

“y/n.”

I groaned. “Guys, she doesn’t even like me like that.”

Billy scoffed. “She’s calling you baby every five minutes.”

“That’s just how she talks!”

Agatha shook her head. “Trust me, if she wasn’t interested, she wouldn’t put up with your nonsense.”

I buried my face in my hands. “I hate all of you.”

Jen patted my back. “Just... test the waters. Send something flirty. Nothing too intense.”

“Like what?” I mumbled into my hands.

Billy grinned. “Something like ‘Hey, Lilia. Thinking about you. And also that tarot reading you owe me.’ ”

“That’s not sexting?” I arched my brow.

Agatha shrugged. “Baby steps, y/n. Baby steps.”

Alice, ever the voice of reason, chimed in. “Or you could, you know, just use the phone for its intended purpose.”

Agatha and Billy groaned in unison.

Jen smirked. “C’mon, y/n. You flirt with everyone else like it’s your day job. Why not just send a little something spicy?”

I shook my head furiously. “Absolutely not. I refuse.”

Agatha grinned wickedly. “Then hand me your phone.”

I snatched it away, glaring. “I will murder you.”

“Fine, fine,” Agatha said, leaning back with a sigh. “But mark my words, y/n, you will crack. And when you do, I expect details.”

I groaned, sinking deeper into the couch.

This was going to be a disaster.

Another morning, another shift, I found myself watching Lilia as she tapped away at her new phone with a surprising amount of focus. She was getting the hang of it faster than I’d expected, which only made me more nervous.

“Enjoying it?” I asked casually, leaning on the counter.

She glanced up, lips quirking. “It’s... useful.”

I smirked. “Told you so.”

Her eyes twinkled. “You’re quite persistent, baby.”

I swallowed hard. Don’t read into it. Don’t read into it.

Lilia left not long after, saying something about running errands and warning me not to rearrange her “perfectly organised” bookshelves while she was gone. I rolled my eyes, but as soon as the bell above the door chimed, I let out a breath.

I was halfway through dusting the crystal ball display when my phone buzzed in my pocket. Expecting a message from one of the chaos gremlins I called friends, I pulled it out without thinking, only for my stomach to drop.

New message from Lilia Calderu:"This phone might be useful after all. You’ve made me quite... curious."

I stared at the screen, my heart pounding in my chest.

“Oh no,” I whispered.

I could practically hear Agatha’s voice in my head.

You cannot waste this opportunity.

I didn’t respond to Lilia’s text. Not right away, at least. I told myself it was because I was busy, sorting inventory, helping customers, thinking about her like a lovesick idiot, but really, it was because I had no idea what to say.

"You’ve made me quite... curious."

What did that mean? Was she flirting? Was she just being her usual enigmatic self? Or was I reading too much into a perfectly innocent text from a woman who probably thought Wi-Fi was some kind of mystical energy?

I shoved my phone back into my pocket and spent the rest of the day pretending it didn’t exist.

Later that night, I gathered the coven at my place, pacing my living room as I relayed the situation.

“So she texted that, and I didn’t reply,” I finished, waving my phone around like it was cursed. “I just left her on read. ”

Agatha groaned, throwing her head back dramatically. “y/n. y/n. ”

Billy gasped. “You ghosted her?”

“It’s not ghosting if it’s only been a few hours!” I argued. “I needed... I needed time. ”

Jen stared at me like I was the dumbest person alive. “To do what, exactly?”

“Panic!” I exclaimed, throwing myself onto the couch. “You don’t understand! I can flirt with anyone, anyone, but it’s Lilia. She’s... Lilia. ”

Alice, sitting beside me, patted my knee with sympathy. “We know, y/n. But if you don’t reply soon, you’re going to look weird.”

Agatha sat forward, pointing at me with a knowing smirk. “You need to sext her.”

“No!” I practically shouted, scrambling to sit up. “We are not sexting!”

Billy grinned. “You cannot miss this opportunity.”

Jen crossed her arms. “y/n. Babe. If you don’t flirt back, she’s going to think you’re not interested.”

I groaned. “I am interested. I’m just not... ready to send the big guns. ”

Agatha rolled her eyes. “Fine. We’ll start small. What’s something flirty but not too flirty?”

Billy snapped his fingers. “Tell her you were thinking about her.”

I stared. “I’m not texting that.”

Alice suggested gently, “Maybe something like... ‘What exactly are you curious about?’”

Jen nodded approvingly. “Oh, that’s good. Leaves it open-ended.”

Agatha smirked. “And suggestive.”

I pointed at Alice. “I like that one. Safe. Respectable.”

Billy huffed. “Boring.”

I took a deep breath, typing it out slowly.

Me: What exactly are you curious about?

I stared at the screen, hovering over the send button. “Okay, I sent it. Wait, no, I can’t.” I threw my phone to Alice. “You send it.”

Alice sighed but hit send. “Done.”

I buried my face in my hands. “I hate this. This is awful. Why do people do this?”

Agatha snickered. “Because it’s fun.”

A moment later, my phone buzzed, and the entire group froze.

Billy’s eyes widened. “Oh my God, she replied already?”

I snatched my phone, heart pounding.

Lilia: You, mostly.

Silence.

Then chaos.

I just stared at the screen in pure, unadulterated panic. “WHAT DO I SAY TO THAT?”

Agatha grinned like the devil herself. “You say... ‘Only mostly?’”

Alice nodded. “Yes. Play it cool.”

I nodded slowly, fingers trembling. “Okay... okay.” I typed the words, hesitated, then hit send.

A minute passed. Another buzz.

Lilia: You do tend to take up a lot of space.

Billy fell to the floor. “WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?”

Agatha cackled. “It means you’re living in her head rent-free. Y/n, if you don’t escalate this, I will.”

I groaned, pacing the room again. “Okay. Okay. I need to flirt back. How do I flirt back without looking desperate?”

Jen smirked. “You are desperate.”

Alice offered, “Maybe... ‘I hope I’m not too much trouble.’”

Agatha groaned. “Boring. Say, ‘I’ll take that as a compliment.’”

“I’m not pushing it, Agatha.”

Billy grinned. “Coward.”

I sighed, typing Alice’s suggestion.

Me: I hope I’m not too much trouble.

Another buzz.

Lilia: Not yet.

I screamed into a pillow.

Agatha raised her glass. “Ladies and gentlemen... we got her.”

The next morning, I walked into the shop with my heart pounding in my chest, expecting— hoping —for some sort of acknowledgment from Lilia. Maybe a sly smile, a lingering look, or even a teasing comment about our texts.

Instead, I got... nothing.

“Morning, y/n,” she greeted me in her usual warm but distant tone, barely glancing up from rearranging a set of tarot decks.

I blinked. “Uh, morning.”

She didn’t say anything else. No mention of the texts, no coy smile, no baby. Just business as usual.

I busied myself at the counter, sneaking glances at her whenever I could. And while she seemed to be going out of her way to act normal, something was different. She stood closer to me when we worked together, her hands occasionally brushing mine when I passed her something. She touched my arm when she needed me to move, her fingers lingering for just a second longer than necessary.

But she didn’t say anything about it.

Not a damn thing.

And to make things worse, she kept casually reminding me of just how much older she was.

“You wouldn’t remember,” she said with a small chuckle when I asked about an old book she was dusting off. “It’s before your time.”

When I mentioned a show I’d been watching, she waved it off with a smirk. “Oh, y/n, that’s so... modern. I remember when television didn’t have color. ”

And when I tripped over my words trying to ask her a question, she just gave me that small, infuriating smile and murmured, “Ah, youth.”

It was driving me insane.

That night, I gathered with the coven at Agatha’s, pacing the living room like a woman on the edge. “She’s driving me crazy, ” I groaned, throwing myself onto the couch dramatically.

Jen raised an eyebrow. “She didn’t mention the texts at all? ”

“Not even once! ” I threw my hands in the air. “It’s like they never happened! And yet she’s touching me more than ever, but at the same time, she keeps bringing up how ancient she is.”

Agatha smirked. “Ah, classic ‘I’m too old for you’ defense.”

Billy frowned. “Wait, you think she’s doing it on purpose?”

Alice nodded thoughtfully. “It sounds like she’s trying to create distance without actually pulling away.”

I groaned into a pillow. “So what does that mean? She’s interested but scared?”

Jen hummed. “Maybe. Or she could just be screwing with you.”

Agatha sipped her wine. “Or hear me out—she’s waiting for you to push past the age thing.”

I peeked out from the pillow. “Push past it how? ”

Billy grinned. “Flirt harder.”

I sat up. “I don’t think I can flirt harder, Billy.”

Agatha leaned in with a devilish grin. “Then you make her realise age doesn’t matter.”

Jen smirked. “And how exactly does she do that?”

Agatha’s eyes gleamed. “Confidence. You show her you’re mature, and that she’s the one wasting time over nothing.”

I frowned. “And if she’s genuinely not interested?”

Alice squeezed my hand. “Then at least you’ll know for sure.”

Billy nudged me. “Look, the way she texts you... she’s interested, y/n. No way she’s not.”

I sighed. “I just... I don’t want to push her if she’s uncomfortable.”

Agatha rolled her eyes. “y/n. She’s not uncomfortable. She’s hesitant. There’s a difference.”

Jen nodded. “You just need to show her that you’re serious, that you’re not some wide-eyed kid crushing on her.”

I groaned again. “So what do I do?”

Agatha grinned. “You step up your game. And I have just the plan.”

The shop was quiet this afternoon, the scent of incense curling through the air as I busied myself restocking the shelves. Lilia sat behind the counter, flipping through a book, her brow furrowed in quiet concentration. It was a peaceful kind of day until the bell above the door chimed, and I looked up, nearly dropping the stack of crystals in my hands.

I froze.

Standing in the doorway, looking just as poised and elegant as ever, was my ex.

“Oh my God,” I muttered under my breath.

She blinked, then smiled in genuine surprise. “y/n?”

Lilia glanced up at the exchange, her expression pleasantly neutral, though I noticed the way her fingers paused mid-page turn.

I forced a smile, setting down the crystals. “Hey! Wow, uh... what are you doing here?”

She laughed lightly, brushing a lock of dark hair behind her ear. “A friend of mine recommended this place. Said the tarot readings here were... life-changing. ”

Agatha, you absolute menace.

Before I could explain, Lilia stood, offering one of her usual polite smiles. “A friend of y/n’s?”

My ex turned to her, all charm and grace. “Oh no, dear,” she said with a small chuckle, resting a hand on the counter. “I’m her ex.”

Silence.

Absolute, deafening silence.

Lilia’s lips parted slightly, her eyes widening just a fraction before she masked it with a practiced blink. “Oh,” she said slowly, clearly recalibrating. “I see.” Her eyes flicked between us, and then, with an almost surgical precision, she added, “Aren’t you... a little old?”

I internally screamed.

My ex, to her credit, handled it with an amused smile. “It was perfectly legal, I assure you.”

Lilia’s gaze didn’t waver. “Hm.”

I coughed awkwardly, feeling my face heat. “We, uh... it was a while ago.”

Lilia didn’t respond, just continued observing me with that unreadable expression of hers, her hands resting lightly on the counter.

My ex gave me a lingering smile. “You look good, y/n. It’s been a while.”

“Yeah, it has,” I said, shifting uncomfortably under Lilia’s silent gaze. “How have you been?”

“Busy,” she replied with a casual shrug. “But I won’t keep you, I just wanted to check the place out. It’s lovely. I’ll be sure to come back when I have time for a tarot reading.” She smiled politely at Lilia. “I see y/n’s in good hands.” She added.

Lilia’s lips twitched, but she only nodded. “Naturally.”

I was pretty sure I was sweating at this point. “Uh, yeah, well, good seeing you. Let me know if you need anything.”

“I will,” she said with a lingering smile before heading out the door with a soft chime of the bell.

The moment she was gone, I turned to Lilia, ready to explain but she was already facing away from me, carefully aligning a deck of tarot cards that didn’t need aligning.

Silence stretched between us, heavy and thick.

I cleared my throat. “Sooo... that happened.”

Lilia hummed noncommittally, her focus apparently glued to the cards in her hands. “Indeed.”

I shifted awkwardly. “You okay?”

She glanced at me, her expression perfectly composed but her eyes just a little too sharp. “I’m fine, baby.”

Baby. I nearly sighed in relief at the sound of it, but something about the way she said it, softer, more thoughtful made my stomach twist.

“You sure? You’re, uh... being quiet.”

She smiled faintly, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Just... thinking.”

I frowned, watching her closely. “About?”

She didn’t answer right away, instead carefully setting the tarot deck down before meeting my gaze. “I suppose I’m just... surprised.”

“Surprised?” I echoed.

Lilia tilted her head, her expression unreadable again. “You didn’t strike me as someone who dated... older women.”

I laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of my neck. “Uh... surprise?”

Lilia studied me for a long moment, her lips pressing together like she was considering something. “I see.”

And then, without another word, she turned back to her work, and I was left standing there, feeling like I had somehow lost a game I didn’t even know we were playing.

By nightfall, I was back at Agatha’s, crashing onto her couch, groaning dramatically. “Agatha, you suck. ”

She grinned over her wine glass. “You’re welcome.”

Jen shook her head. “So let me get this straight, you saw your ex, Lilia found out, and now she’s acting weird? ”

“Weird,” I confirmed, running a hand through my hair. “She’s quiet. Too quiet. And she kept bringing up the age thing before, but now she’s, like, really leaning into it.”

Billy grinned. “So she’s jealous.”

I groaned. “I don’t know! She’s not saying anything. She’s just being all... introspective.”

Agatha smirked. “Oh, she’s spiraling.”

Alice gave me a sympathetic look. “Maybe she’s just processing. I mean, you’re younger, and she’s probably overthinking it.”

“She is overthinking it,” I muttered. “And I don’t know what to do!”

Jen sipped her drink. “You flirt with her more.”

Billy nodded. “Exactly. Show her age means nothing.”

I sighed. “I don’t know if I can just—”

Agatha cut me off. “y/n. Look at me.”

I looked.

“You are hot. You are charming. And you have successfully dated an older woman before. ”

I winced. “Thanks for the reminder.”

She grinned. “Lilia Calderu is not immune to you. Trust me. She’s just panicking because now she knows she’s not the first older woman you’ve been interested in.”

Alice chimed in gently, “She might have been telling herself the age thing was a reason not to get involved with you. And now? She’s realising it’s not a reason at all.”

I blinked. “You think?”

Agatha smirked. “I know. ”

Billy fist-pumped. “So, new plan?”

I sighed, staring at my phone, where Lilia’s name sat in my recent messages. “New plan,” I mumbled. “Step up the flirting.”

Agatha raised her glass. “To y/n’s romantic conquest!”

I groaned. This was going to be so much worse than the texting.

I walked into the shop with renewed determination. Last night’s pep talk with the coven had me feeling... well, mostly confident. At least confident enough to step up my game and make it clear to Lilia that the whole age thing? Not an issue. I had a plan, flirt, be charming, and maybe, just maybe , get her to acknowledge whatever was happening between us.

Except life, as usual, had other plans.

The moment I walked in, the shop was packed. A line of customers at the counter, others browsing the shelves, and Lilia, poised, composed, and completely absorbed in reading after reading.

I blinked. “Since when do we get this busy?”

She didn’t answer, of course. Lilia never spoke during a reading, but the way she glanced up at me before flipping over a card for the woman in front of her said enough.

I sighed, shoving my bag behind the counter.

After the reading, she finally looked up, smoothing her hands over the table. “It’s the full moon tomorrow. People are... searching.”

“Of course they are.”

So much for my grand seduction plan.

I tried, though. Between organising stock and ringing up sales, I threw in little comments. A brush of my hand here, a sly smile there. But Lilia? She was avoiding me like it was her new favorite hobby.

Every time I moved toward her, she shifted her attention to a customer. When I leaned against the counter, trying to catch her eye, she breezed past me with a murmured, “Excuse me, baby.”

And when I finally managed to get close enough to remind her about my plans, she barely registered it.

“Hey, don’t forget I have to leave early tomorrow,” I said, leaning in slightly. “Agatha’s art gallery thing, remember? I told you last week.”

Lilia, scanning a book title, nodded absently. “Mhm. That’s fine, baby.”

I frowned. “Lilia, Agatha will kill me if I miss it.”

Still no real reaction. “You’ll be fine.”

And just like that, she was gone again, moving to help another customer without a second glance.

I stared after her, utterly baffled. She was always attentive when I talked to her, always teasing or throwing in some cryptic comment to keep me on my toes. But today? Today, she was distant. Aloof. And it was driving me insane.

By the end of the day, I was ready to scream.

I stomped into Agatha’s that evening, slumping onto the couch in pure defeat. “She’s avoiding me.”

Agatha didn’t even look up from her wine. “Told you she’d spiral.”

Billy, sprawled on the floor with a tarot deck, flipped over a random card and smirked. “I predict that she’s freaking out.”

Jen raised an eyebrow. “You got all that from the cards?”

“No, I got that from common sense,” Billy said, grinning.

Alice offered me a sympathetic smile. “Maybe she’s just busy?”

I threw my hands in the air. “No, Alice. She’s strategically avoiding me. I tried everything today. Every time I got close, she found something else to do.”

Jen winced. “Ouch. So what’s the plan now?”

Agatha set down her wine, eyes gleaming. “Simple. You keep going.”

I groaned. “Agatha.”

“No, listen,” she insisted, sitting up. “If she’s avoiding you, that means she felt something yesterday. And now she’s panicking.”

Billy grinned. “So what you’re saying is... push harder?”

I groaned again. “You guys want me to die.”

Agatha leaned back, grinning. “You’ve survived worse.”

I sighed. “I told her I was leaving early for your thing tomorrow. She barely reacted.”

Agatha smirked. “Good. Because tomorrow, my dear y/n, she’s going to realise just how much she hates it when you’re not around.”

Alice smiled kindly. “Maybe a little space will make her see what she’s missing.”

I stared at the ceiling. “I hate all of you.”

Billy grinned. “We know.”

As soon as I stepped into the shop again, it felt like déjà vu. But thankfully today the shop was quiet. Not many customers, just the quiet hum of the incense burner. And, of course, Lilia still expertly dodging me like it was her life’s mission.

I tried to be casual about it, leaning on the counter and watching her pretend to be absorbed in inventory she’d probably memorised years ago. “Hey, mind if I use your place to get ready for Agatha’s thing later?” I asked, keeping my voice light.

She didn’t even look up, just nodded. “Of course. The spare key’s behind the counter.”

I resisted the urge to sigh. “Thanks.”

And just like that, she was back to pretending I didn’t exist.

I stared at her for a moment, resisting the urge to say something more, something to break through whatever walls she was so determined to put up. But instead, I just grabbed the spare key and headed into the back.

Lilia’s space was tucked behind the shop, a cozy, cluttered little place filled with books, candles, and an endless supply of robes draped over various furniture pieces. I didn’t think much of it as I changed into the dress Agatha had practically forced me to wear. The dress hugged every inch of me in all the right places, the deep shade accentuating my skin in a way that even I had to admit was... impressive.

I slipped on my heels, applied my red lipstick with a steady hand, and fixed my hair until it fell just right. I wasn’t trying to do anything, this was just getting ready for Agatha’s event but even I could admit I looked good.

With one last glance in the mirror, I grabbed my things and stepped back into the shop.

Lilia was standing behind the counter, flipping through a book, seemingly lost in thought. She didn’t look up at first.

And then she did.

I watched the reaction unfold in slow motion, the way her eyes lifted, trailing up from the hem of my dress to my legs, then higher, higher, until they reached my face. Then she looked down, as if to double-check what she’d just seen. And then— snap —right back up again, her head jerking so fast I swore she almost gave herself whiplash.

Her lips parted slightly, and for the first time ever, she said absolutely nothing.

I bit back a smile and walked over to the counter, heels clicking against the wooden floor, and held out the keys. “Thanks for letting me use your place.”

Lilia’s fingers closed around the keys, but she didn’t look away. Her dark eyes dragged over me again, slower this time, like she was trying to take it all in, maybe even commit it to memory.

There was something in the way she was looking at me, like she was working up the courage to say something. Her mouth opened slightly, and for a split second, I thought she might finally break her silence.

And then, right on cue, the door chimed.

“y/n, darling!” Agatha’s voice was as bright and smug as ever as she strolled in, wearing a knowing smile that only deepened when she saw the way Lilia was staring at me. “Look at you.”

Lilia’s gaze snapped away, and just like that, the moment was gone.

Agatha’s arm linked through mine, her grin positively feral as she turned to Lilia. “I’m stealing her for the night. Hope you don’t mind.”

Lilia finally spoke, her voice softer than usual. “Not at all.”

I turned to her with a small smile. “Bye, Lilia.”

She nodded, still looking at me like she wasn’t quite sure what to say. “Goodnight, baby.”

Agatha practically dragged me out of the shop, and as soon as the door shut behind us, she let out a low whistle.

“Holy shit, y/n.”

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “Yeah, yeah.”

“No, no, did you see her face?” Agatha cackled, practically vibrating with glee. “I think you just aged her a decade.”

I groaned. “She didn’t even say anything.”

Agatha rolled her eyes, starting the car. “Oh, honey, she didn’t need to. That woman was devouring you with her eyes.”

I bit my lip, staring out the window. “You think?”

“I know. ”

And honestly? I really, really hoped she was right.

The night with Agatha was exactly what I needed. I loved things like this, dressing up, feeling the buzz of conversation, the soft glow of lights reflecting off expensive paintings, and the effortless way I fit into it all. There was something about the atmosphere, about the way people looked at me, that made me feel alive. And, of course, Agatha basked in it too, sipping her wine with a smirk and throwing me knowing looks every time someone complimented my dress.

"You clean up dangerously well, darling," she whispered at one point, nudging me with her elbow. "No wonder Lilia nearly combusted."

I rolled my eyes but couldn't fight the heat creeping up my neck. "She didn't combust."

Agatha just grinned. "She will."

After the event wrapped up, Agatha, never one to let a good night end too soon, insisted on a celebratory gathering at her place. It didn't take much convincing—Billy, Jen, and Alice were already in, and honestly, I loved being around them. Nights like this were rare, and I soaked it in, lounging on Agatha’s plush couch with a glass of wine in hand while she dramatically recounted the events of the night.

"And then," Agatha said, eyes sparkling with mischief, "she walked out of that little back room, looking absolutely devastating, and I swear to you, Lilia nearly dropped dead. "

Jen gasped in delight. "Shut up. "

Billy, sprawled out on the floor with his arms behind his head, grinned. "I knew it. I knew she couldn’t handle it."

Alice, ever the voice of calm, smiled softly. "She really didn't say anything?"

I groaned, covering my face with my hands. "Not a word. She just... stared. "

Agatha smirked. "Stared? Honey, that woman was devouring you with her eyes."

Jen cackled. "So what’s the next move, y/n? Do we escalate?"

"I don't know!" I groaned. "She’s been weird all week, avoiding me, and now this? What does it even mean? "

Billy rolled onto his side. "It means she’s cracking."

"She’s definitely cracking," Jen agreed. "And if you play your cards right, she’ll snap soon enough."

I sighed, swirling my wine. "I don’t want to push her if she’s uncomfortable, though. If she’s really that caught up about the age thing—"

Agatha waved me off. "Oh, please. She’s not uncomfortable. She’s terrified. "

"Terrified?" I frowned.

"Terrified because she knows you could wreck her entire world, and she wouldn’t stand a chance." Agatha leaned in with a wicked smile. "And she likes being in control, doesn’t she?"

I opened my mouth to argue, but my phone buzzed, cutting through the conversation. My heart leapt into my throat.

I glanced down, and there it was.

Lilia: Let me know when you get home safe.

I stared at the screen, the words blurring slightly as my heart hammered against my ribs.

Billy sat up instantly. "Who is it?"

I swallowed hard. "Lilia."

The room erupted.

"Oh my God," Jen practically shrieked, grabbing my arm. "She texted you?! "

Agatha grinned like the Cheshire cat. "Oh, she’s gone. "

I blinked, staring at the message. "It’s just... she wants to make sure I’m okay."

Agatha snatched the phone from my hand, reading the message aloud in a dramatic tone. "Let me know when you get home safe." She gasped theatrically. "Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve entered the protective phase. "

I groaned, grabbing my phone back. "It’s not a big deal."

Jen poked me. "y/n. Babe. This is a huge deal. She’s thinking about you right now. She’s picturing you coming home, kicking off your heels, and—"

"Okay, that’s enough," I muttered, my face burning.

Billy smirked. "But seriously, what are you gonna say back?"

I stared at the message again, my fingers hovering over the keyboard. "I don’t know. What do I even say? "

Agatha leaned in with a devious grin. "Simple. ‘Wish you were here.’"

I shot her a glare. "I’m not sexting her."

Alice smiled. "You could just say, ‘I will, thanks for checking in.’ Casual, but lets her know you appreciate it."

Jen hummed. "Or... you could send a little something extra. Not too flirty, just enough to keep her thinking."

I sighed. "You guys are terrible influences."

Billy shrugged. "We know."

I rolled my eyes but typed out a response anyway.

Me: Thanks, Lilia. I will. You're sweet for checking in.

I hovered over the send button, heart racing, before pressing it.

The room watched in silent anticipation.

Billy grinned. "And now we wait."

I stared at my phone, willing it to buzz again. The coven had gone back to their usual antics. Billy was dramatically narrating the highlights of Agatha’s gallery event, Jen was critiquing the wine selection, and Agatha was lounging with a satisfied smirk, clearly pleased with her own meddling.

But me? I was glued to my screen, staring at Lilia’s last message like it held the secrets of the universe.

And then, finally, my phone buzzed.

Lilia: Please let me know if I need to send the police out.

I snorted, shaking my head. “She’s threatening to call the cops on me.”

Billy perked up. “That’s sexy.”

I sighed, typing out a response.

Me: I’m at Agatha’s, staying here tonight.

A moment later, another buzz.

Lilia: Good. Glad you’re safe.

I exhaled, a small smile tugging at my lips. But before I could even process it, another message popped up.

Lilia: How did the night go?

The coven erupted.

“Oh my God, ” Jen gasped, grabbing my arm. “She’s fishing. ”

“Grandma’s up past her bedtime, ” Agatha grinned, swirling her wine. “Probably already touching herself thinking about y/n and that red lipstick.”

I choked on my drink. “ Agatha! ”

Billy cackled, rolling onto his side. “I mean, she did see you in that dress. You think she just went to sleep after that? Hell no.”

Alice, blushing furiously, covered her face. “Oh my God, guys.”

I groaned, glaring at them. “Can you all not? She’s being nice, that’s all.”

Agatha smirked. “Sweetheart, people don’t stay up texting their employees at midnight just to be nice. ”

Jen waved a hand. “Yeah, no one’s buying that. She’s sitting at home, staring at her phone, probably replaying that double take she did when you walked out in that dress.”

Billy wagged his brows. “Lilia Calderu: palm reader by day, handsy old woman by night.”

I buried my face in my hands. “I hate all of you.”

Agatha grinned. “No, you love us. Now text her back. Be flirty, y/n.”

I peeked out from my hands. “What do I even say?”

Jen, ever the strategist, leaned in. “Keep it casual but suggestive. Something like, ‘It was good. Would’ve been better if you were there.’”

Billy gasped. “Yes, yes, YES.”

Alice shook her head. “That’s too much. Maybe just say, ‘It went well, I’ll tell you about it tomorrow.’”

Agatha snorted. “Boring.”

I sighed, staring at my phone. “Fine. I’ll go with something... middle ground.”

I typed, biting my lip.

Me: It went well. I think I made an impression.

The coven leaned in, waiting as I hovered over the send button. I rolled my eyes and hit it.

We all stared at the screen, waiting.

My phone buzzed again.

Lilia: I have no doubt you did, baby.

I froze, and the coven lost it.

I swallowed hard, my fingers trembling over the keyboard. “I think I’m going to die.”

Agatha grinned. “Not before you sext her back. ”

I stared at my phone, heart hammering in my chest, Lilia’s message practically burning into my screen.

I turned to the coven, wide-eyed and completely at a loss. “What do I say? What do I say?! ”

Alice sighed. “Keep it playful. Like, ‘Good to know my reputation precedes me.’”

Agatha smirked. “Or—and hear me out—‘I leave a mark wherever I go... want me to leave my mark on you?’”

I groaned, grabbing my phone back. “You all suck.”

Billy grinned. “And yet you keep asking for our help.”

I rolled my eyes but typed anyway, fingers trembling just slightly.

Me: Good to know my reputation precedes me.

A collective sigh of satisfaction rippled through the group as I hit send.

We all stared at the screen again. Silence. Then...

Lilia: It does. Quite the reputation, indeed.

Jen gasped. “OH. MY. GOD. ”

Agatha laughed, draping herself dramatically over the couch. “y/n, darling, you are killing her.”

I couldn’t fight the smile stretching across my lips, warmth spreading through me.

Alice giggled. “This is so cute.”

Billy nodded sagely. “It’s not cute, Alice. It’s sexy. ”

We kept chatting for a while longer, Agatha tossing out increasingly absurd suggestions that I shot down one by one, and eventually, we all crashed, smiles on our faces, hearts full, and just enough teasing to ensure I wouldn’t get a moment’s peace tomorrow.

It was so fucking early. Too early. The kind of early that felt like a personal attack.

I woke up to the sharp smell of coffee and the unmistakable sound of Billy and Jen bickering, their voices cutting through the dawn like they had no concept of time—or mercy. My brain protested every second of consciousness, but I managed to peel myself off the couch, blinking blearily.

After some groggy, half-conscious hugs and a round of mumbled promises to update each other, we all stumbled our separate ways, the world outside still drenched in that unsettling, pre-sunrise gloom.

And then... I was home. Alone.

And I was bored.

I wasn’t at the shop today, which meant I had absolutely no distractions. No tarot cards to organise, no shelves to restock, and, most importantly, no Lilia. I found myself pacing my apartment, debating whether it would be too much to text her again, but the thought made me cringe.

I needed an excuse. Something casual.

I chewed my lip, glancing at my keys. And then it hit me.

Lilia loved this little Italian pastry place across town, she mentioned it once in passing, some small hole-in-the-wall bakery that she claimed made the best sfogliatelle she’d had since leaving Sicily.

Before I could overthink it, I grabbed my coat and drove across town.

By the time I reached the shop, the Closed sign was still hanging on the door. It was early, too early for the shop to be open yet, but I knocked anyway, clutching the warm box of pastries in my hands.

A few seconds passed, and then the door creaked open.

Lilia stood there in a robe— a robe.

A silky, deep burgundy robe that clung to her in ways that made my brain short-circuit. Her dark curls were loose, tumbling over her shoulders, and she looked... soft. Sleepy.

And I was the one speechless now.

“y/n?” she murmured, brow furrowing in confusion.

I swallowed hard, trying to remember how to form words. “Uh... I brought breakfast.” I held up the box like an offering, as if that explained why I was standing outside her shop at an ungodly hour.

She stared at me for a beat, then at the pastries, and then back at me. Without a word, she stepped aside, opening the door wider.

I stepped inside, the familiar scent of the shop mingling with the faint, warm scent of her.

Lilia gestured to the small table in the corner where we usually sat with tea. “Sit,” she said softly, closing the door behind me.

I obeyed, setting the pastries down as she disappeared into the back for a moment. When she returned, she had two mugs of coffee in hand, sliding one across the table to me.

“Thought you had today off,” she said, finally breaking the silence.

I shrugged, unboxing the pastries. “I do. I just... thought you’d like these.”

Her lips twitched. “From my favorite place?”

I grinned. “I listen.”

She picked up one of the pastries, inspecting it like she was deciding if I’d done a good job. Then she took a bite, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment. “You really do listen.”

I laughed softly, watching her. “So, how’d the shop do without me yesterday?”

Lilia smirked. “It survived.”

We ate in comfortable silence for a few minutes, the tension from the night before melting into something more familiar. She asked about the gallery, my friends, the art. I told her about Billy’s ridiculous art commentary and Agatha’s smug satisfaction.

“You have good friends,” she said after a while, stirring her coffee thoughtfully.

“They’re the best,” I agreed, smiling.

She sipped her coffee, watching me over the rim of the mug with those dark, knowing eyes. “And they care about you... a lot.”

I shrugged. “I care about them too.”

Something flickered in her expression, but before I could ask, she glanced at the clock and sighed. “You should probably head back before they start wondering where you are.”

I pouted. “Are you kicking me out?”

Her lips twitched. “I’m saying your fan club will miss you.”

I rolled my eyes, taking the hint, and stood to gather my things. “Fine, fine. I’ll let you get ready to open.”

Lilia smirked, walking me to the door. “Smart choice, baby.”

I paused in the doorway, turning to her. “Thanks for letting me crash your morning.”

She leaned against the doorframe, her gaze soft but unreadable. “Anytime.”

I left with a flutter in my chest, already thinking about what excuse I could come up with to see her again.

The evening was quiet, just me and the soft hum of the TV filling the apartment. I was curled up on the couch, half-watching some crime drama, the kind where the detectives always figure things out way too fast. My mind kept drifting back to this morning, Lilia in that robe, the way she’d looked at me, the way her lips had curled around the edge of her coffee cup like she was considering something she wouldn’t say out loud.

I sighed, sinking deeper into the cushions, telling myself to stop overthinking.

And then my phone buzzed.

I glanced at the screen, expecting a text from one of the coven, but my brows furrowed at the sender.

Lilia Calderu.

I sat up a little straighter, unlocking my phone.

The message? Absolute gibberish.

“fhbgggjkkjj”

I blinked.

I stared at it.

I blinked again.

I typed back quickly.

Me: Lilia? Everything okay?

No response.

I stared at my phone, waiting.

Still nothing.

I chewed on my lip, debating if I should call her, when—

RING.

I nearly dropped the phone as Lilia’s name flashed across the screen.

I fumbled to answer, pressing it to my ear. “Lilia?”

Nothing. Just... breathing.

Shaky, uneven breathing.

And then—

A whimper.

My entire body froze.

Another sound, soft and needy, and—

A low, drawn-out moan.

I choked on air, clutching the phone so tightly my knuckles turned white. My mouth went completely dry.

There was no mistaking what I was hearing. No way.

I opened my mouth to say something— anything —but before I could, the line went dead.

I stared at the phone like it had just burst into flames in my hand.

“No. No way,” I whispered to myself, blinking rapidly.

This... this had to be an accident. Maybe she sat on her phone? Maybe—maybe she was watching a... video or something? Yeah, I thought, nodding to myself. That makes sense. Probably just a mistake.

A completely innocent, totally not deliberate mistake.

My phone stayed silent in my hands, and I sat there for about 20 minutes, just processing.

And then my phone buzzed again.

Lilia: Ignore that.

I gawked at the screen.

Ignore that?

Like it was just some minor inconvenience?

My fingers trembled as I typed back.

Me: …Okay?

There was a long pause.

Then, finally—

Lilia: Goodnight, baby.

I groaned, falling back against the couch, covering my face with my hands.

“She’s going to kill me.”

I barely slept that night. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard it, the soft whimper, the breathy moan, the way the call cut off before I could even process what was happening. My mind replayed it over and over, dissecting every second until I convinced myself it had to be a mistake.

Lilia had to have accidentally pocket dialed me. There was no way she’d do something like that on purpose. Right?

By the time morning rolled around, I was a mess, over-caffeinated, under-rested, and dreading what was going to happen when I walked into the shop.

I took a deep breath before pushing the door open, bracing myself for something, anything awkwardness, a comment, maybe even a cryptic remark about phones.

But when I walked in, Lilia was already behind the counter, counting the till like nothing had happened.

“Morning, y/n,” she said casually, not even looking up.

I froze for a second. “Uh... morning.”

She glanced up, arching a brow at my hesitation. “Are you alright?”

I stared at her, searching for any hint of discomfort or amusement anything that would give away the fact that she absolutely knew what she did last night. But she just looked... normal. Unbothered. As if she hadn’t called me in the middle of the night and—

I cleared my throat, forcing a smile. “Yeah. Just... didn’t sleep well.”

Lilia hummed knowingly. “Ah, too much excitement from your art gala adventure the previous night?”

I blinked. Was that... was that a dig? I couldn't tell.

“Something like that,” I muttered, setting my bag down behind the counter.

She straightened up and gave me one of her usual, polite smiles. “I need you to organise the crystal display today. People keep moving things around, and it’s driving me crazy.”

I stared at her, waiting for something, some sly comment, some subtle hint that she knew.

Nothing.

She just handed me a cloth and gestured toward the shelves like it was any other day.

I nodded slowly, taking it from her. “Sure. I can do that.”

Lilia’s lips quirked, and she patted my shoulder lightly. “Good girl.”

The words slipped from Lilia’s lips like they meant nothing, like they weren’t currently wreaking absolute havoc on my nervous system.

I gripped the cloth in my hands so tight I was surprised it didn’t disintegrate. My entire body was in overdrive, my brain short-circuiting in real-time, because after last night, after hearing that noise, after spending all night dissecting it from every possible angle, there was no way I could process her saying that without losing my mind.

And yet, Lilia carried on like she hadn’t just set me on fire.

She hummed to herself as she floated across the shop, rearranging candles with her usual air of elegant chaos, soft, sophisticated, yet somehow still completely kooky. She muttered something under her breath about “people putting things in the wrong places” and shot the candles a scolding look, as if they were responsible.

Meanwhile, I stood there, trying to act like my entire worldview hadn’t shifted overnight.

She didn’t know. She couldn’t know.

There was no way she had butt-dialled me on purpose, right? No way she knew what I’d heard. But what if she suspected? What if she was saying things like good girl just to watch me unravel? Was I unraveling? It definitely felt like I was unraveling.

“You’re awfully quiet.”

Lilia’s voice cut through my spiralling thoughts, and I nearly jumped, clutching the cloth like it was a lifeline.

“I’m—I'm fine,” I croaked, too fast, too awkward.

She glanced at me with a raised brow, then tilted her head, curls slipping over her shoulder in that careless, elegant way she always managed. “Mm.” Her lips quirked, amused but not prying, yet. “If you say so.”

I nodded too quickly, ducking my head and wiping the same spot on the shelf three times. Play it cool. Play it cool. She doesn’t know.

Lilia, completely oblivious to the chaos in my head, twirled one of her rings around her finger absentmindedly, watching me with a curious little smile. “You really didn’t sleep well, did you?”

I froze. Oh god. “What makes you say that?”

She shrugged, returning to fussing with the display, adjusting a vase by a fraction of an inch before stepping back with a satisfied nod. “You’ve got that look.”

“What look?” I tried to keep my voice casual, but I was fairly sure I sounded like I was moments away from combusting.

Lilia turned, resting her elbows on the counter and watching me with a thoughtful expression. “The same one you get when you’re overthinking things. Your brow does this little... crinkle.”

My hand shot up to my forehead instinctively. “It does not.”

Her lips twitched. “Oh, it does.”

I groaned under my breath, focusing aggressively on the shelf in front of me. “It’s nothing. Just... a long night.”

She hummed knowingly. “Ah, still recovering from the art gala. I imagine it was... stimulating. Those events tend to linger, don’t they.”

I choked. “What?”

Lilia blinked, completely innocent. “The art. Your friends.” She paused. “The drinks?”

I stared at her, searching for even the tiniest flicker of something, anything , that might indicate she was toying with me. But she just looked... normal. Perfectly composed. Like she hadn’t called me in the middle of the night and—

I swallowed hard, nodding. “Yeah. Stimulating.”

Lilia tilted her head, eyes twinkling. “You’re acting strange.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.” She leaned a little closer, lowering her voice conspiratorially. “Are you in trouble? Did you get up to mischief?”

My entire existence was mischief at this point. “No.”

Lilia pursed her lips, clearly not convinced, but she didn’t press. Instead, she gently adjusted the sleeve of her robe, glancing at the clock. “Well, whatever it is, baby, I’m sure it’ll sort itself out.”

There it was again. Baby. My knees nearly gave out.

I swallowed hard, gripping the edge of the shelf. Focus.

To make things worse, she strolled over, close enough that I could smell the faint scent of her, something warm, a little floral, a little spicy, something that was so Lilia it made my head spin. She picked up a crystal from the display I was supposed to be fixing and turned it over in her hands.

“This one’s nice,” she mused, running her fingers along the edges. Then, without missing a beat, she handed it to me. “For stress.”

I blinked. “I’m not stressed.”

She smiled, and it was the kind of smile that said she knew I was lying through my teeth. “Of course not.”

I took the crystal anyway, staring at it like it might offer me some divine clarity.

Lilia lingered for a moment longer, then gave a satisfied nod. “Well, I’m off to pretend I’m being productive in the back. Call if you need me.”

I watched her disappear behind the curtain, releasing the breath I didn’t realise I was holding. The second she was out of sight, I dropped my head onto the counter and groaned into my arms.

What the hell was I supposed to do with this?

She didn’t know.

And yet, somehow, it felt like she was winning a game I didn’t even know we were playing.

I sighed, rolling the crystal in my palm, muttering under my breath. “Progress. It’s progress.”

Because she wasn’t avoiding me. And if this was how she wanted to play it?

Fine. Two could play that game.

For now.

#lilia calderu x reader #lilia calderu #agatha all along #patti lupone #agatha all along fanfic

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jagalart · 3 days ago

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The way you color is absolutely gorgeous! All of those pencil lines bring so much character to each drawing. I'm sorry if you've answered this before but on average how long does it take you to work on a piece? I feel like those lines would take a while; is it more meditative to do it? Or do you use shortcuts sometimes?

Thank you so much! I must say it really depends, some of these take a long time, and since I'm only able to focus on one piece for a little while before I have to switch to another sometimes it takes me weeks, even months to return to the same piece! But most of my works are completed within 2-10 hours, it gets to 1-20 if we put the simplest and the most complicated ones into the equation. If the lines are simple and only digital, like in my portraits - the whole piece doesn't take long, for example, this one is around 2 hours - but when a traditional, pencil sketch and more detailed composition is involved it makes the process a lot slower.

Especially since printing my initial, digital sketch, then drawing traditonally on top of it, then scanning and editing it adds a lot of time to the process too. Plus my research process for bigger pieces is always long, sometimes it may take me even a few hours to find the right photo references and ideas! It's hard to say without measuring it directly, but I'd say this one took me around 10 hours if we count all of these. Just the research and initial sketching alone took me forever, ironically the coloring went much smoother from there. :D

As for shortcuts, I reuse some of my minor plant elements for different pieces sometimes! But don't tell anyone. XD (I line color and render them again anyways, I just reuse the initial sketch sometimes :'D)

#ask #hope you guys don't mind the sudden wall of text I've just been meaning to answer these for a DAMN LONG TIME #thank you for patience :'D

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peterm4rker · 3 days ago

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(𐙚⋆.˚) late night drives

🕸✮⋆ [taeyong x reader] ...୨♡୧... wc. 800 w. none! fluff ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

the weight of the dark that surrounded you felt crushing; suffocating as you tossed and turned around the bed, looking for a position that would miraculously turn off the voices that overlapped in your head and reminded you of every single one of your worries. sweat seemed to pool at the nape of your neck, creating an uncomfortable feeling that you just couldn’t shake off no matter how many times you attempted to wipe it away; a moist feeling clinging onto the flimsy tank top you had already changed into in face of the heat.

an exasperated sigh fell off your lips as your eyes opened abruptly, all too awake to have been forcefully closed for the past three hours. you reached for your phone that sat on the nightstand, quickly bracing yourself for the overbearing light of the screen before turning it on. the picture that welcomed you made your heart ease for a moment, your boyfriend’s smiling face and starry eyes greeting you like a warm hug. you stared at it for a few seconds before unblocking the device and doing the only thing that could bring you comfort in moments: talking - or attempting to - to your boyfriend.

ty track 🗣️

tell me youre awake rn please please please

dont prove i'm right💃🕺💃🕺

istg can you call?

no answer was needed when your phone began vibrating, indicating the awaiting call.

“hey baby” taeyong greeted you once you answered, a smile evident in his tired voice. “what are you doing up so late?”

“i can’t sleep,” you sighed, a pout taking place on your lips. “i’ve been trying for hours, i even took pills and everything.”

“oh, i’m sorry, love, that sucks” he spoke once again. it was incredible, really, how only his voice could make your irritation dissipate in a matter of seconds.

“what are you doing awake?” you asked in turn, hugging a pillow closer to your chest.

“i was finishing up that song i’ve been working on, i think it turned out pretty good.” he smiled, making your chest beam with pride.

“i know it did, they always do.” you smiled.

“i have a perfect muse.” the boy answered, his words as heart fluttering as always.

“stop, you’re making me blush,” you spoke, eliciting a giggle from the other line.

“sure i am,” he laughed softly, followed by a couple of seconds of silence before he spoke up again. “get ready, yeah? i’ll pick you up in 10 and we can go on a drive.”

his offer was tempting, even as you looked down to catch the poor excuse for clothes you were wearing.

“sure, i’ll be ready,” you smiled, waiting for his confirmation to hang up the call and stand up to put on a pair of shorts and brush your teeth.

the ten minutes you waited passed by agonizingly slowly, making it seem like an eternity before you heard a knock on your door. you swung it open after checking the peephole and confirming it was your boyfriend.

“hey there, come here often?” the pink haired boy asked, making you roll your eyes as you closed the door behind you and walked up to envelop him in your arms.

“pretty often, i would say.” you muttered, basking on the feeling of his strong arms surrounding your frame, pulling you further into his chest as he left a kiss on your forehead.

“let’s go put you to sleep,” taeyong muttered, breaking apart from you only to open the door of his car, climbing onto his own seat after having secured you in yours. “want to listen to some music?”

you shook your head in response, getting comfortable on the seat as you looked at him. “tell me about your day.” the boy smiled and nodded, beginning to drive as he told you about everything he had done ever since he woke up. you listened intently to his soothing voice - for about five minutes - before your eyes began to feel heavy and your mind became hazy, tenderly leading you to a peaceful slumber.

taeyong looked at you from the corner of his eye after it was silent for a little too long. his lips formed a smile as his heart seemed to burst out in warmth at the sight of you all cuddled up and passed out on the passenger seat of his car.

‘works like a charm’ he thought, slowing down so he could grab the hoodie he had left on the back seat and drape it around your body. his unoccupied hand found its way to one of your own, interlacing your fingers as he turned around the block directly to your house.

★ blue's corner ;; happy 1/27 !! i wanted to post one of the boys and get out of my writers block so this is my official attempt to do that (also an apology for the last ty post). i miss him more than i can describe, TY COME HOME THE KIDS MISS YOU also thank you to my babies vicky and my wife for beta reading<333 ★ taglist ;; @neozon3nha @winwintea @spacejip @dudekiss3r @yizhrt @lyvhie @morkiee @astrasng @taroddori ★ back to the masterlist. ★ please do not copy, adapt or steal any of the content !!! ★ divider by @roseraris

#lee taeyong #taeyong #nct 127 #taeyong x reader #lee taeyong x reader #nct 127 x reader #🕸🕷✮⋆˙ peterm4rkerswrld #🕸🕷✮⋆˙ taeyong #nct #nct dream #nct taeyong #nct u #nct wish #wayv #taeyong fluff #lee taeyong fluff #i miss you please come home

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heart-of-the-morningstar · 3 days ago

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Lucifer x Reader - It's Been A While... (NSFW)

Based on @the-other-soup's post from a little bit ago ;3

Lucifer's been alone from quiet some time now, ever since his wife left years ago

He's never found anyone else to share his life with after that

That is, of course, until you came along

You never intended to fall in love with the King of Hell, but his goofy charm and profound silliness enchanted you

Things were slow to start, it took him a few months to ask if he could hold your hand

You didn't mind though, you thought it was adorable; the most powerful being in the realm became a flustered mess around you

After things became more serious, however, it was you that brought up the possibility of being more intimate

Lucifer was somehow very eager and very hesitant at the same time; as though he wanted nothing more than to be with you physically but something was holding him back

You told him it didn't have to be today, or next week, hell, it didn't even have to be this year!

You only wanted to have a discussion and didn't want to pressure him at all; he was very appreciative

One night, a soft make out session on his bed developed into something deeper

Your eyes couldn't help but notice the bulge that was forming in Lucifer's pants

"Maybe we should stop," you suggested, gesturing below his belt

Lucifer looked down, his eyes wide. "O-Oh! Oh golly...sorry about that..."

"Lucifer, you don't have to apologize for being turned on!"

"I know," he sighed, "I just...I feel like I'm forcing you to wait for me. You've been so patient and I can't tell you how much that means to me, but..."

You smile and plant a kiss on his tinted cheek. "It's alright, I understand. You know I'd never force you into anything you weren't ready for. I'm perfectly fine waiting for-"

"I want you to touch me." Lucifer cut you off unexpectantly. "I-I mean, if you would like to! I don't want you to if you don't want to! I just...God, what's wrong with me?!"

You sat there stunned for a moment before taking a hold of Lucifer's hand. "Luci, please don't force yourself into this. If you're not comfortable with-"

"I promise I'm not forcing myself into wanting this, wanting you. God, I've wanted you for so long now...I'm tired of being afraid." He leaned in to kiss you tenderly before pulling away. "Please..."

You leaned your forehead against his. "Are you sure?"

"I am."

Slowly, your hands traveled south on his body, making quick work of his belt and shuffling his pants down to his ankles.

His bulge looked even more impressive pressing against his boxers; you had to hold back a smirk when you saw the spot of precum that already leaked through the material

You pushed his boxers down and freed his thick shaft, gasping at his size and trying to keep yourself from drooling

"I'll go slow, okay?" you reassured him. "If you want me to stop, please tell me. Promise?"

"I promise," he murmured.

The poor man could barely look you in the eyes, but it was adorable how nervous he seemed to be

Tentatively you gripped the base of his cock which you could barely wrap your hand fully around and began to stroke him gently

God, the sounds that left the angel’s mouth were immaculate; soft mewls and choked back moans

You wanted him so fucking bad

But you promised you would go slow, and that’s exactly what you planned to do

You kissed him softly, swallowing every noise he made

Only about a minutes passed before Lucifer started to tremble under your touch, his breathing beyond labored

He was a goner

“S-Shit…love, I…oh, God…oh no…no no no no, FFFFUUUUCK!”

Without so much as a warning, Lucifer came hard into your hand, unable to keep himself from bucking into you

His cum spilled passed your fingers and dripped onto the bedsheets below

“Oh…” you whispered to yourself

“Fuck…FUCK! I’m so so sorry! I didn’t think I would…oh my God…it’s been so long since someone else has…this is a disaster!”

You couldn’t hold back the giggle that left your throat

Lucifer blushed hard and hid his burning face in his hands

“No, no, Lucifer it’s alright!” you tried to comfort him. “I’m not laughing at you, I swear I’m not. I don’t care that you finished so quickly! If anything, I’m flattered! Please don’t be embarrassed.”

You brought your hand to your face, making sure he watched you lick up the mess he had made

That gesture alone made the man whimper

“Did it feel good?” you asked, wiping the remaining remnants of his cum from your lips

“Good? Sweetie, that felt incredible…I’m sorry again. Can I at least make it up to you?”

You blushed at the thought of his proposal. “Lucifer, that’s very thoughtful of you, b-but you don’t have to-”

You don’t know how you ended up laying flat on the bedsheets with Lucifer hovering over you, but you were

And you didn’t want to be anywhere else

“Do you think it’s fair that I get to cum and you don’t?” he asked. “No, no, that’s not going to work for me.”

He shifted himself down, his face planted firmly between your clothes sex

“With your permission, darling.~”

Lucifer spent the next hour bringing you endless pleasure with his fingers and tongue alone

You now knew it was possible for you to cum 7 times within the span on 60 minutes

#hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #hazbin lucifer #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer x reader #lucifer smut #SOUP THIS IS FOR YOU 💖

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simp-ly-writes · 3 days ago

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To Never Fearing Love

─────── · · Hate the Love That Drives Ambition (pt.3)

Pairing:Father!Silco x Mother!Reader, Jinx & Reader

─ · · SUMMARY: Your's and Silco's family decides to have a bonding day with the kids. Silco takes his son out for drinks at the bar as they learn more about one another and Jinx revels in having the love without conditions, motherly figure of you.

─ · · TAGS: female pronouns used, reader called 'mom/mother,' found family, fluff, miscommunication, emotional hurt/comfort, alcohol and smokes mentioned, swearing, happy ending, not beta read.

─ · · MASTERLIST | TAGLIST REQUEST | WORDCOUNT: 2,400

─ · · A/N: don't know if anyone remembers this series lol but @juluina thank you for the ask in expanding this work (super sorry it took me so long to write heh... exams and work, you know?) hope you all enjoy!

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You and Silco quickly pulled away from one another at the sound of gags and coughs produced by your kids, Rhyker and Jinx. "Mom!" Rhyker shook his head in disgust while looking at the way Silco wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you into his side. "Dad, ew, stop it!" Jinx called out seeing as he kissed your forehead before letting go.

"I thought you wanted your mom and I back together, or am I mistaken?" Silco states in an all to calm tone, yellow-eye twitching between his son and daughter before casting a wink in your direction, more groans sounded. "I don't want this if you both are going to be so... so GROSS about it!" Jinx complains, twirling one of her braids and accidentally hitting Rhyker who picks up a couch cushion and slams it in her side with annoyance.

You sigh watching as your apartment slowly gets wrecked as Silco moves to the kitchen and pours himself a glass of Whiskey from your liquor cabinet. You raise your wine glass, clinking the two together before sitting back and watching the chaos unfold. "Could you imagine these two growing up alongside one another?" Silco asks before taking a long sip form his glass.

You think for a moment, turning to look at the side of Silco's face, "I think we would have gotten divorced, honestly." Silco chuckles, "You thought of us getting married?" he asks, a small smile tugging on the edge of his lips. You place your head on his shoulder, "sometimes... other times I fantasized about having your head above the mantel."

Silco's chuckle now turns to heavier laughs as his hand grips your knee, you shiver at the feeling of his gold cufflink hitting your skin, "you wouldn't be the first one to have that fantasy, darling but if I were to go out anyway... I would want you to do it more than anyone else." You don't know weather or not to feel flattered by that comment, simply leaving it to hang in the silence as Jinx kicks Rhyker in the shin, sending him falling to the rug before she tickles his sides. Tears well in his eyes before he pushes her off and ties her shoelaces together before running away.

"Do you ever fantasize about anything else?" Silco speaks in a deep tone just for your ears. You hum, placing your hand on top of his before gently feeling up his arm, threading your hand underneath his vest to rest upon his heart, feeling as it skips a beat. "I'll tell you if you make them happen-"

"LALALALALLALA" Jinx screams, pulling her ears and trying to run away in her tied-together shoes after Rhkyer. You close your eyes, listening to the door slam and the apartment go quiet... you didn't know weather or not to be appreciative or worried about what the kids were up to next.

Seemingly sensing your thoughts, Silco's hands rises up your leg- your breath hitching before hissing at your partner, "Silco," your voice stern and warning. "I'm sure they're fine. Now, are you able to get days off of work the official way? or should I... pursude?"

You remove your head from his shoulder, shaking it profusely, "none of that will be needed, sir." You wiggle a finger in his face, watching as he stares blankly at you but not moving to stop you, simply leaning back in his chair, head tilting to the side- admiring you.

His glass sits against his spread thigh, breathing slow and even as he watches you compose the letter and send it off through the slot within the apartment. "I think it would do us some good bonding with the children," Silco says off-handedly. You think through a day with Jinx in your head, letting her slow you around Zaun and you showing her around the nooks and alleys of Piltover... you smile, "I think thats a wonderful idea darling-"

"The only kind I come up with," Silco retorts to your scoff, "Mhmm sure, Silco and I'm pregnant and its not yours." Silco spits out his drink, slamming the glass against the table before standing, hands rigid behind his back as he looks down upon you, "say that again for me... slowly."

You stand your ground for a minute, watching as his eye twitches and wrinkles form against his forehead, "I'm fucking with you, now keep that ego in check or I may just have to... you know." Silco glares at you as he would one of his goons or business associates but having watched that cold glare be formed since the start, you are unwavering underneath it- smirking to his sigh as you celebrate your victory. "You're not going to make things easy, are you?"

"Easy for you and me, Silco?" you shake your head walking forwards to stand before him, running your hands up and down his chest, "never."

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The following day after you and Silco shared a bed after nearly twenty years apart... you had the best sleep of your life but were excited to get ready and go out with your new daughter. Jinx seemed more eggar than, bursting into the main bedroom and shaking you away.

"Out," Silcos groggy morning tone commanded, casting a glare to the blue-haired girl, watching as her shoulders dropped. "Silco!" you swatted his chest, moving away and patting a spot in the bed for her to sit beside you in which she gladly took, sticking her tongue out at her father-figure. "You're gonna be my favourite," Jinx says, wrapping her arms around you, cuddling into your side as you pat her back gently, "happy to hear it," you smile before seeing Rhyker in the doorway looking to Silco expectedly.

Silco leans his head back into the pillows, "I thought we were past the toddler stages," he mumbles to himself before moving closer to you leaving the edge of the bed empty for Rhyker to join the cuddle pile. Jinx smiles, staring up at the ceiling, "we're finally a family," she whispers to herself, your heart aches, subconsciously grabbing Silco's hand underneath the cover, squeezing it.

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The next day has you split with Jinx to share a mother-daughter day and Silco and Rhyker to have a father and son one. You both start in Zaun, knowing that (out of all places) to be the safest place for Jinx to walk around freely. She shows you all the changes since you had last talked a long walk around the undercity as you nod your head along, allowing her to drag you down alleyways and into various shops and bars.

To your shock she barges into Silcos office, you stand outside the doors peering in, feeling unsure of entering the space, memories flash over your mind of earlier days when you both were first building this empire... his empire... you shake your head of these thoughts, taking a step over the threshold with a withheld breath before startling once seeing a figure emerge from the darkness, smirking down at you, Sevkia.

"I would say I've missed you but then again, ever since you've appeared I've been working over-time trying to fill in Silco's boots," you open your mouth to apologize to the woman before feeling her hand clamp down on your shoulder. "I'm... happy you and the boss are on taking terms again... was a tough couple of decades." You nod your head apologetically before hearing Jinx's voice call you away.

Shaking her hand you part ways and follow after Jinx's call into Silco's room. You feel the sheets of his green silk covers and take a peek into his closet. Your heart thumps heavily in your chest at the sight of all your clothes left in the order you left them... and at the 'new' additions from old collections you admired in past catalogues. He remembered a silly thing like that, you think to yourself.

"Look here!" Jinx shouts, helping you up to the rafters and then up towards the roof. You look over the various nick knacks and gadgets she has stored within the various nooks and crannies of the space alongside her illustrations with intrigue.

"I spend most of my time here or in my lab but here a lot," she explains before pointing to the cityscape before you both. "Silco and I went to dinner for my 15th birthday there and that tailor shop he keeps in business since you used to be friends with the owners daughter and that pub is where I first got wasted and Silco had to carry me home and Oh!" you smile, watching as he face lights up and you feel her grab your arm, gripping it tightly as if worried you would be gone in the next moment.

You place a hand on top of hers, she pauses, looking down at it before looking up into your eyes, glossing over, "I-I'm really thankful for you, mom." You hold her cheeks in your hands, pressing your foreheads together, "I'll be here with you for as long as I can." You promise.

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Rhyker stood stiffly beside and equally stiff Silco at the bartop. They both had yet to look at one another and that that Rhyker thinks about it... they both had barley shared more than a few words.

Silco takes one long drag of his cigar, swirling the amber liquid in his glass as he places his arm against the wood counter and looks towards his son.

For anyone else, the long stare would have them wetting their pants and running but for Rhyker he stood taller, meeting his fathers gaze with his chin raised as he stared down the man absent for so much of his life.

"So... how'd you and mom meet?" Rhyer tries to start the conversation off with a topic he hopes is on the table. Silco squints his good eye, a crack begins to form at the side of his glass before he swings his head side to side contemplatively.

"We met like any other couples do, at a bar one night. I bought her a drink, said I liked the smell of her perfume, danced the night away and invited her home. One night turned to two, two to three and then she never left... or well, you get the rest," Silco responds, downing the rest of his drink before tapping for another.

Rhyker raises a brow at his words, shaking his head as his father offers his a drag from his cigar. "But when did you realize you loved her?"

"Never stopped," Silco quickly answered back, "now are you asking for advice or do you desire reading into your mom's and I's relationship that much..."

Rhyker frowns, eyebrows furrowed, "no, I think I'll know when. I'm just curious when you knew."

Silco hums, giving the bartender a nod as his glass gets refilled, "well, when someone like your mom holds you in the rain forsaking their own health in your time of need, I think the distinction between like and love becomes instantaneous- almost like the love was always there, no matter the time, place, or life before or after the moment."

"So you would love her in every lifetime?" Rhyker asks, adjusting his glasses while taking a sip from his glass. Silco stares at the wood top again, his dress shoe tapping against the tiled floors, "you sound like her father listening to 'give her away.'"

"I can't help but still feel... fearful of you."

Silco nods his head slowly before looking into his sons eyes, holding the stare before smirking, "fear is good in small doses but do not let it consume you. I made a vow never to feel that immense fear again and that includes ensuring I don't see you or your mother go again."

"Always have some wisdom to share don't you dad?" Rhyker smiles, mirroring Silcos expression as they knock shoulders. Silco scoffs before allowing a few laughs to leave his throat, "wisdom? no. But once you experience enough range of emotions you'll be finding your own words to describe the experiences some think to be left unexplainable."

Both men allow the words to fill the space in between them before Rhyker stirs feeling Silco's hand clamp down on his shoulder, "show me to your studies. If you're interested in how I think than I must know how you think."

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When the family all returns back home to your apartment, you order in take-out for the night as you all share your activities from the day. Jinx is first to jump to conversation, grabbing your hand excitedly as Silco chuckles, wrapping his arm over the back of your chair as he looks towards his daughter with a smile.

"Mom and I went to Zaun and-and I showed her my workspace and room. Then we did some graffiti, I never knew her to be so good at lettering- you really have to see for yourself! Anyways we also went to the diner and she got me this new necklace, the gemstone is only found at the bottom of oceans- how cool is that!" Jinx looks around the table, awaiting a just as engaged response as Rhyker nods, pulling on one of her braids with a smile.

"Good to know you had fun Blue," he teases, "me and dad drank and smoked together before he helped me with my homework-"

"Silco! you. did. not." You turn slowly in your partners hold, glaring at his nonchalant expression. "You said to bond, he did something I liked to do, I did something he liked to do... I see no wrong in it, darling."

You scoff, shaking your head, "Rhkyer you best know what side-effects those bring and-"

Rhyker sighs, "mom I was teasing. I only had one drink and didn't smoke, I promise." You glare at your son, analyzing his expression for any signs of deceit before nodding and placing a hand on Silco's knee.

"I swear you all are going to be the death of me," you mumble into your glass as Silco squeezes your shoulder, leaning over to whisper into your ear and your kids begin their own conversation across from you both, "I would follow after you just the same."

"you're proving my point further, Silco."

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