#and makes them promise to never make him do that again

[gyaruhana]

please do one where Thanos starts off as your unlikely ally in the games, protecting you from danger and helping you survive. Over time, his protectiveness becomes obsessive, and he begins eliminating anyone he sees as a threat to keeping you by his side even as you start to notice his unsettling behavior you can’t escape his grasp🙏

Thanos/Choi Su-Bong - yandere bf

Synopsis: In an attempt to escape from Thanos, you join a game promising money that will help you escape him. Unfortunately, he also seemed to have joined the game.

A/N: I may have combined this with two other requests bc they were all so similar so.. i hope thats okay !!

Warning: yandere thanos, choking

If you had told your younger self you’d be in a game of death with 45.6 billion won up for grabs, you wouldn’t believe it. And yet, it’s true. After the tragedy that was Red Light, Green Light where many people met a rather unfortunate fate, you realized it’d be in your best interest to find someone you can trust and form an alliance with them.

Unfortunately for you, your boyfriend, Thanos, happened to also be a part of the games and had been watching you from a distance since he spotted you in the first game. You had originally wanted to get away from him because he was nothing but toxic though now it seems Thanos was one step ahead of you. That, or you just had terrible luck and Thanos decided to come here on his own accord. 

You didn't have time to think about it though because he suddenly got up and left his little group behind to make his way straight to you. He didn't seem happy at all. Perhaps it was because the last conversation you two had was an argument that was left off on a bad note. 

“Where have you been? Were you avoiding me? That makes me really fucking mad, you know,” he says as he grabs your wrist so you can't just walk away from him. Not like there was anywhere to go now. You were stuck with him here. 

“I was just taking some time for myself,” you respond defensively. You really just wanted to get away from him which is why you were here in the first place. Your original plan was to win some money and then disappear so you'd never have to deal with Thanos and his crazy behavior again. It was suffocating to be near him.

“Time for yourself? Don't fucking lie to me,” he says as he brings you closer to him. Nothing about him was gentle. Not his touches, or his kisses, or anything. “Well, you've had your time. You're not leaving my side now,” he continues as he looks down at you with a glare. He wasn't leaving any room for you to defy him. In his eyes, you belonged to him. You were his property and that meant you couldn't go rogue and do what you want. 

“You don't get a say in that,” you say as you lean back slightly to try to create some distance between the two of you. He lets out a bitter laugh before grabbing the back of your head, entangling his fingers in your hair, and forcing you closer. “Yes, I do. In case you forgot, you're stuck in a death game with me. Do you really think anyone else will help you? Nobody else here gives a fuck about you. The moment they get the chance, they'll let a bullet go through your head,” he says as he looks down at you with a slightly crazed look. 

You'd like to make a counter point but he’s not exactly wrong. A lot of the people here didn't seem to be trustworthy. Not like Thanos was any better but he probably wouldn't purposely kill you if you didn't piss him off, right? As much as you didn't want to, you realized you didn't have much choice. Unless you want to make an enemy right after the first game, Thanos was your only hope of surviving the rest of the games.

“That's better. Just keep your pretty lips shut and let me do the talking,” Thanos spoke with a slight smirk. You didn't respond to that knowing that you'd likely make some sarcastic quip that would piss him off if you did. You didn't have a choice this time. You couldn't run away to another country. You had to give in just this once.

You'd soon come to regret that decision. 

Somehow, Thanos had only gotten worse. He was always right next to you, no matter what. Either his hand would be over your shoulder or he'd have a tight grip on your waist. When it was lights out, he'd force you to sleep in the same bed as him. He'd kiss you all the time too but it was always rough with teeth clashing against each other and his tongue shoved down your throat.

You didn't notice it got worse until it was far too late. 

The moment of realization was during the third game. The game was called ‘mingle’ and it was simple enough. A number would be called out and you'd have 30 seconds to form a group of that number before getting inside one of the fifty rooms. 

Everyone stood on a circular platform in the center of the room and, per usual, Thanos had his arm over your shoulder, keeping you close to him as he spoke to his other stupid friend. The platform began to spin slowly as a childish song played. When the platform came to a sudden stop and a number was called out you formed a group and ran into a room. 

It was all going fine as you planned strategic moves and managed to keep on surviving. At least, it was going well. Until the last round when the number 2 was called. 

Thanos had immediately taken your wrist and dragged you towards a room, leaving behind his idiot friend without a second thought. However, the room was quickly stolen by two other players. You thought Thanos would just go to the next room over but that was not what happened.

Instead he pushed open the door and immediately grabbed one of the guys by their hair. He didn't think twice before he forced him out of the room. The other guy made an attempt to help but Thanos slammed him against the wall, his hand going around his throat as he choked him. The look in his eyes was far more scary than you remember. You could hardly process what was happening before the guy was punched in the face and pushed out of the room. 

Thanos pulled you in just before the door closed and locked. The sound of gunshots rang out soon after as Thanos huffed in annoyance. He looked guilt free despite the fact he was very much responsible for the death of two people. Actually, now that you really thought about it, he had killed other people in the previous games too.

Fuck. You were beginning to regret your choice of becoming his ally. You'd have much rather found someone else who could protect you from him because he was clearly fucking crazy. Crazier than he used to be. You thought he was just a manipulative, toxic bastard. You didn't think he'd be truly capable of murder. 

“Fucking dickheads,” Thanos mumbles under his breath with annoyance before glancing at your face. The corner of his lips quirked up when he noticed your expression and he wandered in front of you. “What? Something wrong?” He spoke though he already knew exactly what you were thinking.

“You killed those people,” you said as you looked up at him with a combination of fear and disbelief. He laughed in response before reaching a hand up and grabbing your face. “For you, baby. I fucking killed them for you,” he said as he looked down at you with a smirk. He found your expression such a turn-on really. The idea you were afraid of him meant you'd submit to him and that's all he wanted.

“You're fucking crazy.. crazier than I thought,” you spoke as you tried to step back and create some distance between the two of you. In response, he slammed you against the wall and got very close to you. 

“You're only just realizing this? You don't realize when I snapped the ankle of that bastard who looked at you so he'd lose? You didn't realize when our ‘friend’ and I returned but he had a bleeding nose?” He spoke as he got into your face with a dangerous grin. Well, when he said it like that, it became abundantly clear he had been killing and hurting people left and right since day one and all for you. You just had been too caught up in his behavior towards you that you didn't notice how he acted with others.

“Mm. Fuck, I love that look on your face. You're so afraid. Good. Because you're going to learn that you're mine forever, yeah?” He spoke as he brought a hand to your throat and squeezed it tightly. He let out a laugh as he choked you like it was the funniest thing in the world before slamming his lips to yours in a rough kiss. 

It was then you realized that, no matter how hard you tried to escape, you were his now - you always have been - and you will never taste freedom on your tongue again.

[aliceinborderlandsquidgame]

An old feeling (and obsession) | In-oh x Fem!Player!Reader | PT1

Summary: In-oh always thought the ones who ended in the games were nothing but parasites of society. But then he meets you and he starts to feel something he thought he would never feel again.

Warnings: S2 Spoilers - Canon violence - May be OOC - Slight!Obsess In-ho - Player 095 lives!! - Anxiety - Sad!Reader - Soft moments

Notes: Mixed two requests!! Honestly I think these two fits perfectly.

Divided in two parts but you dont need to read this one to read the other -

PT 2

Asks: 1 - 2 -

In-ho was not sure when or how you ended in his mind, passing from being just another face from the games, another piece for the system he had worked for years now. To being somehow important to him.

Maybe it was because you reminded him of himself when he first joined? All lost and confused but also showing a strong determination to survive?

Or maybe it was something even deeper, how you made him feel human and not just "The Front Man" , how you managed to awake feelings on him he thought he had become impossible to feel.

When did it start ?

"Uh, In-ho was it?" A voice that at first did not ring a bell to him. He looked at you a calm look on his face, he saw you offering him your own milk.

"I saw you giving this to player 222 and I dont really like milk so, here. You also saved our team back then" You said offering him your own milk and mentioned how he had moved his leg to make Gi-hun get the last kick.

He took it already thinking on why would you do this. He had a reason at least, a valid one in his opinion. But you ? Why would you give him your own food to him ? Someone who was alright, who was not carring a life.

"Are you sure? This may be the only food we get" He asked truly curious to understand your thinking.

But you just gave him a smile, a honest one. One that he had forgot he could get too inmmersed in his role.

"Im sure, besides its going to be more help to have someone like you well feed than me" You responded then turned around and went back next to Jun-hee who was getting sleepy no wonder after all the stress.

One thing that was clear, you were kind, and by what you said you were not stupid, but you still needed to think on yourself first.

He promised not to drink the milk but later as the lights were turned off he did. Thinking about you, he tried to remember if by luck he had read your file or how you acted on green light red light. But his mind could not find an answer, it would go back to the small exchange from earlier.

And he would find his heart beating just a bit faster.

~○~○~○~○~○~○~

The next day came, all players were a mix of nervous and excited for the next game. The guards as always made them walk the maze made of stairs and into the main arena.

"What game do you think its going to be?" Your voice filled his hears as you walked besides him. You kind of felt his presence as a protective one. Even if at first he had voted to continue playing. After listening the reason of why he was here on the first place you could not blame him. Your empatic attitude made you just feel bad for him and now you wanted to make up to him. Even if you never disrespected him.

In-ho felt your presence endaring, like you grounded him and took him back to how he used to be and feel.

A fear started to install inside him because of that, he did not want you to change in consequence of the games, like it happened to him.

"This may be mingle" the voice of Jung-Bae cut the train of thoguhts from In-ho.

It was Mingle, he knew it

"Like the game where we formed teams and hugged each other as kids?" You wondered now your attention on Jung-Bae who nodded back at you. 

"Well, I believe they wont make us hug each other" The cold voice from Gi-hun came along as the three of you and the rest of the group went up to the circle platform.

"If we need to form teams then we may end separated" You said as the platform started to spin making you lose sense of space and instinctively  went to take someones hand.

That just happened to be In-ho.

You blushed and went to quietly let go when he took your hand back giving it a firm grip, he did not look in your direction (something you thanked since your face was on fire) but you did give him a soft shake back.

"10"

The panic went in, your team still needed one more, luckly Dae-ho acted quick and took a player that was frozen in place and screamed at the rest to run to one of the doors.

Then all of you ran towards one door opening it and going inside, between the chaos In-ho never let go of your hand only when the door lock was secured he let it go giving you a look then looking away.

His heart was beating fast. He had made these games, even played before and yet he was feeling worry over you. Why? You were not supposed to be special. But when he felt your hand and looked to see your confused and scared face something in his heart hurt, he could not leave you like that.

He could not be cruel with you.

The next rounds followed each one making you more stressed specially when you almost lose Young-mi during the last round.

"Are you alright?" You asked her, voice full of worry.

She just nodded being a bit pale "Thank you, you pushed that other aside, if it wasnt for you..."

"Dont mention it" not only because thinking that you caused the death of someone else was a brutal hit for your moral, but because the fear you felt for her in these last moments made you want to vomit thanks to how nervous and desesperated you were.

You did not ever think about the other player when you went for her.

You walked slowly like a zombie till you felt a shadow over you, it was In-ho.

"Are you alright?" He asked, you two got separated last round and he (even if he wont tell you) was worried you would be one of the numbers mention as eliminated.

"Im fine, last round was a lot" You responded giving him a tired smile getting on the platform again.

He followed not beliving you but not saying anything for a few seconds.

"Stay besides me, next round may be the last one" He spooke to you not leaving room for another option.

"What makes you say that?" You wondered, too lost to even try and reason how many rounds were left or how many you already played. The only thing you could see was the blood on the ground.

"We are 126 standing and there is only 50 cabins, if they want to put pressure on us by losing others then this is the right moment" He explained making you purse your eyelash at that.

"Then how many would-"

"Two, two for each door" He was quick to answer. He looked at you directly to your eyes. It seemed that the spin stopped for him, he was lost in your eyes for a second getting suck by them. His heart felt heavy and he felt that need again,  the need of protecting you.

"Stay by my side for the next round" He said again extending his hand to you "Take my hand and dont let go, I doubt the others wont get desesperated and will end palying dirty"

Before you reached his hand you went towards Gi-hun and Jung-Bae who were also talking about what number would be said next.

"Two" you cut them off getting a look from them "Just listen, its going to be two, I cant explain but I need to ask you two for something. One of you please take Young-mi with you, please im begging" You asked them almost in tears not having time to process last round and your actions.

Gi-hun the one from the pair who had already played could imagine what could have happened and he nodded giving your shoulder a firm grip. "We wont leave her" He promised you.

You thanked them again and went back besides In-ho who this time took your hand in his without saying or asking anything.

"2"

The moment the voice announced the number In-ho ran with you, his hand holding yours in iron fist.

He would be dammed if he lost you among the crowd.

Most rooms were getting occupied, In-ho searched till he saw one.

"There, the yellow door" He screamed at you pushing you first into the room then just as a player was going in getting them out of the way.

However things did not end once inside.

In-ho looked over his shoulder as he tried to held the door and prevent anyone from entering.

"Shit" He cursed. He saw you froze in place looking at other player who was just as shocked as you.

"W-we got here first" The player sutter at you who only watched him, the sound of your heart filling your ears and the screams from outside.

"Hold the door" In-ho ordered in a very comanding voice pushing you and going towards the player, he reduced him starting to choke him. "Close your eyes" He said to you once he noticed you were looking over your shoulder at him.

No. He could not let you see him like this.

You did as told and closed your eyes forcing yourself to block what was happening around you.

I wanna go home, fuck I wanna get out of here.

The sound of a crack and then the alarm indicating time was off got you out of your mind. You let yourself fall against the wall near the door trying not to look over the dead body in the room.

"Hey, hey (Y/N) look at me" In-ho implored trying to bring you back.

"I- I wanna go home In-ho" You told him now crying, whatever bravery you had was crushed right there.

Much like his own heart.

He pulled you against him in a hug, letting you cry on his chest, he felt you shaking and hugged you thighter caressing your hair.

There was no way he would leave you here after this.

"Shh, shh it passed. We are ok, just breath now" He tried to calm you down

"What if the others-"

"Im positive they made it" He said even if he could not really tell you that. "Focus on yourself now, focus in my voice alright? You are ok, you are safe"

"Dont let me go please" You pleaded him holding his track-suit with force.

"Never"

And he intendeed to do that.

~○~○~○~○~○~○~○

After the tie of the voting he could see you were one step of breaking down. He could not take on how empy your eyes looked now, how you would shake from time to time, probably from the recent events.

He also took notice on how you havent touch your food at all.

Slowly he went towards you taking a seat besides you, not too close or too far.

"You need to eat" He started but got a shake from you.

"I feel like I will throw up anything if I try to eat now"

"Even if thats the case, give it a try you will need the streght"

"Why?" You asked finally looking at him "Why did we tie? Why does they want to keep playing after all of this?"

In-ho went quiet at your question, he could not give you an answer. Honestly maybe there was no answer to it, greed ? malice ? desesperation ? Anything could be the reason.

"I dont have a answer for that" He finally talked seeing how your face fall even more.

"But I can assure you something" He added "Look at me" He ordered softly and you did as told "I will assure your safety" He promised

You gave him one smile, one that did not reach your eyes.

"You cant assure that...but thanks. Thanks for protecting me in the last game and for what happened during last round..."

"You dont have to remember that" He said afraid you were going to see him different now

"No. Thank you" You cut him, looking at his face seeing the small suprise he got. "I know I should feel bad and god I do feel bad but, but you did it so we both could survive, thank you. I want you to know I dont see you any different from how I saw you before"

He did not respond to you, did not react at all. His mind was working like crazy, thinking how he could get you out.

How was he going to keep playing these games and using Gi-hun. How, when his heart now beating because of you. Because of how you saw him, how your eyes kept following him and how you expressed your thoughts.

Gradually he got closer to you, he moved in slow motion to not scare you, till he could pass his arm around your shoulders and pull you against his side. The two of you stayed there in silence for a few minutes each with their own thoughts, but In-ho had a strong objective now.

Protect you till the end.

[homeofthelonelywriter]

Poly!141 x fem!Reader

TW: sexual content ahead, choo choo

Part 1

“Wake up, love.” A groan left your lips and you flipped over, burying your face further into the fluffy pillow beneath your head. “Five more minutes.” The dark chuckle behind you betrayed that it was John who was trying to wake you up. He rounded the four-poster, and you cracked an eye open, glancing at him “Do I really have to carry you downstairs?” Your lips twitched, and John immediately knew your answer. With a slight huff, he picked you up and carried you downstairs. He plopped down on the couch with you in his lap, as you cuddled up against him, your eyes closed again.

“Look at her, I think we tired her out too much last night.” Johnny chuckled, gently scratching your scalp and running his fingers through your hair. A pleased hum left your throat as you leaned into his touch. “Yeah, you hurting, pretty?” Kyle sounded concerned and you quickly felt his body heat behind you. “’ M fine.” The Sergeant chuckled, kissing your head, before standing up and walking away.

“Okay, time for breakfast, huh?” Your eyes shot open immediately and you glared at Simon, who stood next to the gigantic Christmas tree you had forced the boys to buy and put up. “No! You promised that we would open the gifts first thing if…if…” Simon grinned, his eyebrows raised as you began to grow bashful. “If what, love?” Your lower lip jutted out as you pouted. “If I were a good girl and took a few more…orgasms.” John chuckled behind you. “Look who’s awake now. Don’t tease her, Si. Let’s open the presents.”

And with that, the present marathon began. The guys got presents for each other and opened them one by one, thanking each other. They were usual guy gifts - alcohol, cigars, socks, etc. Things the others could use, but nothing overwhelming. By the time they were done, you had finally woken up enough to point to the presents you had gotten each of them.

Johnny was the first to unwrap his. It was an expensive sketchbook and art set he had been eyeing for some time, but never decided to buy. “Aw, bonnie. Thank you, I appreciate it.” You grinned. “Open it.” With a slight frown, he did as you told him to, his eyes widening as he saw what was decorating the front page. It was a beautiful portrait of the two of you. You had gotten his favorite indie artist to draw it for you and he even signed it. “No way!” With a giant grin, he jumped to his feet. “How did ya- no, when did ya-?” He jumped over the table that was separating him from you, not waiting for an answer. “You are amazing.” Still grinning, he bent down and pressed his lips to yours, keeping it chaste for the moment.

After Johnny pulled back, Simon reached for his present and ripped the wrapping paper off. He eyed the box for a few seconds, suspicious of its content, but finally opened it once you insisted that it was fine. To his surprise, he pulled out an old-looking camera, his eyes immediately jumping to yours the moment he realized what he was holding. “Where did you find this?” You shrugged, still wrapped in John’s arms. “Did some research. Is it the right one?” Still looking dumbfounded, he nodded. “Y-Yeah. It’s uhm…it’s the right one. Thank you.” You smiled at him, thinking back to when he opened up to you about his hobby when he was a child, how his mother had bought him a second-hand camera just so he could find some joy in life. You spent months trying to find the same model and make, and when you did find it, you knew it was the perfect present. You were so lost in thought that you didn’t realize Simon was standing right in front of you until you felt his lips against your forehead. “Thank you, love.” A smile formed on your lips as you gazed up at him. “Of course, Si.”

Kyle was next and he made quick work of the wrapping paper, just like Simon. He grinned the moment he realized what it was and skipped over, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “Thank you, sweets.” It was a quiet mumble against your lips before he kissed you again and pulled away. Johnny immediately grew curious, trying to see what you had gifted to Kyle, but the Seargent quickly pulled away, hiding the present. You giggled as you watched Johnny chase Kyle around until the left the living room, both of them yelling at each other. Simon glanced at you, a slight frown on his face. “Do we want to know?” Still giggling, you shook your head, thinking about the different colored yarn balls and crocheting needles. He had confided in you not too long ago that he wanted to try it, but was too shy around the others. You just hoped that he would see the encouragement and take it up.

“What about me?” John gently squeezed the fat on your hips, gathering your attention. “Oh.” You pointed at a small, beautifully wrapped box and Simon handed it to you. With his free hand, he took it, turning it over as if trying to guess what it was. “Just open it.” With a dark chuckle, he did, quickly shredding the paper and frowning as he saw that it was a watch box. But when he opened it, the frown disappeared and his eyes widened. “Where did you find this?”

A few months ago, during an op, his watch broke. Usually, that wouldn’t be all too bad, better the watch, that can be replaced, than his hand or wrist. But the watch was ancient, vintage as he called it and it meant a lot to him. He didn’t act like it, but it broke his heart whenever he looked at it, hidden away in the top drawer of his desk. And it broke your heart. So, together with Simon, you scoured all different kinds of jewelry stores and online until you found the exact same model, working and in good condition.

John closed the lid of the box and pulled you even closer against himself. "Thank you." His voice was barely above a whisper as he pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was gentle at first, his lips moving slowly against yours as his hand came up to cup your cheek. You melted into him, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as the kiss deepened. But before it could go too far, Johnny and Kyle came barreling back into the room. “I want a hat.” The Scot was grinning at the other male. “I’m not making you a hat.” Kyle shook his head, but the grin on his face betrayed him. You and John pulled apart, him looking annoyed while you just chuckled at the familiar antics.

“Oh? You guys done?” Simon nodded as Johnny and Kyle sat down again, a smirk growing on their lips. “So, now it’s time for her presents?” And oh, there were presents. From lingerie and jewelry to plane tickets for your dream vacation. By the time you had unwrapped and opened all of them, Simon and Johnny had disappeared into the kitchen to make breakfast. “You guys are crazy. That’s way too much!” John shook his head, squeezing you tighter against him. “Nonsense. You deserve so much more.” Kyle interrupted the Captain. “And some of this may be compensation for having to put up with Johnny.” Immediately, Scottish curses sounded from the kitchen, making you chuckle.

“Thank you, guys. I love you. All of you.” John pressed a kiss to your cheeks, Kyle matching it on the other side, before both of them pulled away, making eye contact. “There is actually one more gift, wait here.” Price shifted you from his lap and sat you down on the couch, before he and Kyle disappeared, closely followed by Simon and Johnny who left the kitchen and followed the other two soldiers. You were curious but decided to be a good girl and wait patiently. While doing so, you glanced over all of your presents again, a font smile tugging on your lips. You really loved these idiots.

Someone clearing their throat pulled you out of your thoughts and you looked up, finding the four soldiers standing in front of you, naked, safe for a pretty bow wrapped around each of their cocks. “Ready for your final present, love?” They all grinned at you and you couldn’t help but grin back. Hell yes, you were ready!

A/N: If you're seeing this, it means I can finally upload again! Yay! Idk why but Tumblr wouldn't let me upload the last few days, no matter what I tried it didn't work. But whenever this goes up, I hope I can go back to my normal schedule! Love you guys!

[verus-animus]

Hot Massage

"P-Please... S... S... Stop..." Jeremy tried to plead desperately, but his numb lips and face made it incredibly hard.

"Shhh... Don't speak. You'll only waste your energy." I shushed the handsome hunk that laid beneath me. Opening another bottle, I poured out the clear serum and massaged it into his firm chest. It quickly began heating up and his skin soften slightly.

"W-Why....." He asked. I could tell he was trying desperately to make his large muscles move, but unfortunately all it did was twitch his fingers.

"Why? I don't know, Jeremy... Maybe it's because of all those years back in high school that you bullied me and completely ruined my reputation and any chances of me getting into a good college, or maybe it's because of the 'accident' you caused which burned half of my face off... What do you think?" There was definitely a hint of anger within my voice, but I quickly calmed down and continued massaging his warm pliable chest.

"...I-I'm s-sorry...." He really meant it this time. Unlike all those other times he said it in front of his peers. But it didn't matter anymore.

"A bit too late for that, Jeremy... Even if I have forgiven you for all those years back then, the serum has already reached its full effect. There's really no going back now." I smothered my hands against his rippling skin and felt how they slowly began sinking into him. Into his flesh.

"...no...ah..." He gasped, as he felt me invade his very flesh. My elbows disappeared as I got closer and closer to his anguished numb face.

"Don't worry, you won't feel a thing. Once I push my head inside and overlap my brain onto yours, you'll never have a thought of your own again. From now on I'll control your every movement, your every breath, and your every heartbeat. It'll be my rugged hands running across these perfect pecs, my juicy ass squeezing dildos deeper inside, and my handsome scar-free face hungrily licking up all the residue from the bathroom mirror."

I gave his glazed-over eyes one last look and pushed my lips against his soft ones, before I plunged my entire head inside his. His fingers clenched together and he began gasping for air, as I moved around inside him and positioned myself correctly. As soon as I settled down my mind suddenly exploded with all of Jeremy's memories, dreams, and aspirations. I felt them embrace me and flow into me, until I felt myself own them as if they had always been mine.

I opened my new eyes just in time to see the last of the rippling effect on my new large chest settle down. As it did, I felt a torrent of unbridled cum unleash itself underneath the warm blanket.

It was done. Jeremy had taken everything from me back then; my life, my reputation, my future, my face... Now, I've taken it all back; the successful life, the promising future, and even the perfect face. This was a brand new start for me, the new Jeremy...

Happy New Year everyone! Thought I'd pop by and let you all know that I'm still around. I haven't been feeling very inspired lately, and with a lot of things going on in life I haven't really taken the time to properly write. Still, I thought I'd give you all a treat with this older draft I made a while back. Hope you all enjoy it, and perhaps you'll hear more from me this new year! /Verus <3

[persicipen]

𑑛 “TOUCHY” ﾉ ALBEDO, DILUC, KAEYA. GENSHIN IMPACT

gn reader ﾉ words 1.4k ᯽ making out in public. diluc’s office in dawn winery, so not that public. slight exhibitionism. touching them under the table. jerking them off. pouty and pleading reader ﾉ rewritten ᯽ ADULT CONTENT ﾉ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ᯽

ALBEDO ﾉ

Perhaps he knew your intentions beforehand. He doesn’t mention it or give you any indication, and yet you keep glancing his way when you get comfortable in the chair and expect him to follow your lead.

“Could you tell me why am I even bothering with giving you special potions when even without them you’re so needy, hm?” Albedo smiles into your flushed cheek, letting go of your wrist.

He turns to the side, focusing on the sketchbook before him. One would think that he’s just sulking over the newest research and scribbling ideas on the paper; that’s why he’s hiding his face behind the golden curtain of his hair. Precisely, that was his intention, and he’s happy to know that no one would suspect him of allowing you into your perverse desires.

You look up at him with a pout on your lips, whispering in a muted voice, “I promise I’ll be good! Please…”

After a moment of consideration, the alchemist shrugs nonchalantly, as if he couldn’t care less. Oh, but he does, especially when it comes to his laboratory at the knights’ headquarters and how you manage to convince him to allow such activities there. He’ll never admit it out loud, though, not even if it means keeping your desperate moans from the other knights.

“Fine,” he murmurs after pretending that he’s lost in his work again. “You can touch me.”

That is all you need to hear — hands already working on his belt unabashedly. Before anyone who could notice what was going on, your hand sneaks under the cloth. Ah, judging by the way Albedo sighs as you wrap your palm around the hardening cock, maybe it’s not that difficult to get caught after all.

With slow strokes, you continue pleasing him as well as you can without attracting unwanted attention. Smearing the delicate precum around his tip, lubricating his shaft just to make your moves dulcet to his senses. Though it may take some time, there’s nothing better than edging him gently until he loses his cool right here and then.

As expected, it doesn’t take too long before he whispers a ragged warning.

“We should stop, I need to focus on—”

Your hand stops moving along with his words; you simply keep your palm wrapped around his cock, squeezing it tighter. Ah, that seems to do the trick, as you notice the growing smile on his face.

“Ah, well,” he swallows back another moan, threatening to leave his lips. “I suppose five more minutes will be enough.”

The smirk he shows you sends a pleasant shiver down your spine, just like his own hand does when it rests on your knee, making his fingers brush up and down your thigh teasingly.

DILUC ﾉ

The request that has been hanging in the air between you two left him utterly shocked and embarrassed. Battling with the thoughts of what’s proper and the fever taking over his senses as you keep looking at him with your sweetest pleading eyes, he grunts heavily. You two are alone in his office upstairs; there’s no way someone could walk in on you. Unless Adelinde comes in without a reason.

“We shouldn’t…” He breathes out, barely audible even to himself when the blood is rushing through his ears — and somewhere else too, but it’s such a shame to admit it. “Why do you always d-demand such things from me? It’s highly unbecoming for— oh!”

Just as you planned, the very moment he says those words, you kneel before him, eyes focused solely on his expression that contorts in pain from the restraint.

“Are you sure?” you ask, blinking innocently at him.

Even if he wants to reply, he has no strength to do it; he’s just opening and closing his mouth as his cock keeps pulsing in the tight embrace of his trousers. Archons, he knows he can’t win against you! You’re just too dear, too beautiful, too kind. He so easily gives in to your sweet manipulation, but only because he associates your touch with love.

Despite his apprehension, he is the first one to groan in defeat, “Alright, please…”

What makes him regret his decision almost instantly — and makes him melt right away all over again — is the bright smile that blooms on your lips. Just as innocent as it always was.

“Of course I’ll take care of you,” you whisper back, quickly undoing his belt with skillful fingers.

As his cock springs free, warm and heavy on his stomach, the tip already smeared in pearly precum, he cannot help but look at you with tenderness. Despite knowing how naughty you are, how perverse your ideas may be sometimes, he’s still gentle towards you. He loves you for that as much as he does for anything else.

When he reaches out to you and caresses your cheek, you lean into the touch, looking at him from your position right in front of his erection. You decide to torture him further, licking the pad of your thumb to wipe pearlescent droplets off his tip, relishing in the way he bites his lower lip to muffle the moans.

His hand moves to your hair, pushing them aside so he can watch your every move as you swallow his cock into your wet mouth.

KAEYA ﾉ

The tavern at this hour was a busy place, almost too busy for your liking, though the chatter and the cheerful singing created an intimate setting, one where no one was really looking at you despite being in the crowd. Perhaps Kaeya wanted it like that, not really interested in taking you home straight away, not when you have had the idea of touching him now.

Not yet, though, because in this moment, he was happily nursing his drink. The usual one, as he would often tell you that simply nothing else beats its taste, and enjoying himself while watching you from behind the glass.

After a moment of staring at you intently, he says in a smooth voice, “If you want me, why don’t you tell me what you’re thinking about, sweetheart?”

And you’re the one left to blush at his suggestion. He wasn’t exactly wrong. So what if you wanted to get him aroused right here and now? That shouldn’t be something to feel embarrassed about! Even if there were a few people sitting not too far from you, minding their own business.

With newfound determination, you glance at your partner for the night and give him your best attempt at pouting.

“Please? Pretty please? We’ve been here for nearly an hour already and…”

It works. He must be really into that. And into you, but of course. Usually, he would tease you for a while longer, making you say in detail what you wanted from him — all before giving in, of course — but maybe he felt generous today, or maybe he was excited, too, as evident by the darkening blue of his eyes.

Soon, you reach out under the table, sliding your hand up his thigh slowly but surely. At last, you are cupping the bulge through his pants, feeling him twitch and stiffen. Kaeya lets out a shuddering sigh, keeping his gaze glued to your face, lovingly eyeing how you bite your lower lip in concentration.

He wraps his fingers around yours, moving your hand just like he would when he took care of you. Oh, what a pleasure that was. You realise you missed his touch more than you thought. It shows how desperate you were to hear his low groans right by your ear — or rather, to watch his lips part slightly and listen to his breath hitching in his throat.

To let you sneak inside his tight pants, he puts the half-full glass on the table just to focus more on the warmth of your palm. You stroke his heated cock properly, spreading leaking pre around its tip like a glaze, tapping at the slit when it produces more. His chest rises and falls, faster and faster as he leans down closer to you, enough to make his forehead rest against the side of your head.

“You’re making me go crazy, dear…”

[fanfics-i-find-here]

No Christmas?

Jason Todd x Reader, Platonic!Roy Harper x reader

Synopsis: Roy Harper ruins your plans for Christmas, but New Year’s is still good.

Note: I had this random thought on Christmas day (which was way too late for me to speed write a Christmas fic since I was with family). Some Roy and reader ended up with a sibling-like love-hate relationship. This is mostly lovey-dovey stuff with Jason too. If there are any Baby fever-esque moments it's because I get it every time I spend time with my nieces and nephews and you know holiday season.

For the past two weeks, your loving vigilante boyfriend has been off saving the world. While you love him dearly for it, you’re a little upset. He missed Christmas. It would have been your first Christmas together and you had been excitingly decorating when Roy showed up at your guy’s apartment with the mission file and little Lian. You had quietly entertained the girl while eavesdropping on the conversation. You interjected yourself in the conversation once you had done the math on how long they would be gone.

“You’ll miss Christmas.” You say to both of them as you offer Lian a piece of string cheese kept in the fridge just for the girl. They both turn from their seats at the dinner table. They give you a weird look.

“You’ll both miss Christmas.” You repeat pointedly.

“So?” Jason responds. You roll your eyes and turn to Lian.

“These boys just don’t get it do they?” she giggles as you tickle her side. You pick her up off the counter and set her on the table between Roy and Jason and you slip into the seat beside Jason. You press your hand between Jason’s shoulder blades, and he leans into your touch.

“It’s a family holiday,” you say softly, “Besides who’s going to watch this sweet girl?”

Lian remains oblivious to the conversation as she focuses on carefully peeling strips of cheese. She offers one to Roy and he sighs as he takes it.

“You’re right but I wouldn’t come asking if it wasn’t an emergency. You know that right?” He asks. You reluctantly nod.

“And there’s a reason I brought her with me” he pauses a flash of guilt crossing his face, “Would you watch her? You’ve already got just about everything she needs, and I brought a bag of clothes. She loves it here.” As if to prove a point Lian offers you and Jason strings of cheese. You take the cheese and nibble on it thoughtfully. You glance at Jason who seems to pointedly be ignoring you as he holds Lian’s arm up instead of taking the cheese to tickle her. She shrieks and her body tries to contort away from him.

“You have to be back before New Year’s.” You demand. Roy nods quickly.

“No later,” he agrees, “Besides I’ll need my own New Year’s kiss from my favorite girl.” He drags Lian into his lap and blows raspberries into her cheek. She shrieks again still out of breath from Jason's tickle assault.

“Daddy, stop!” she wiggles out of his lap and takes off into the living room.

“This’ll be good,” you try to convince yourself, “She’ll get a much-needed break from you two.” You try to joke.

You see Jason and Roy share a look and Roy stands, “I’ll go make sure she’s not making a mess.”

Once Roy leaves Jason turns in his chair, and gently pulls your hands into his.

“What’s this about?” he asks softly as he presses a kiss to your knuckles. You slide forward in your chair closer to him, your knee pressing to his thigh.

“This was going to be our first Christmas together.” You murmur squeezing his hands, “I wanted it to be spent together.”

He sighs quietly and drops one of your hands to cup your face, his finger stroking your cheekbone. You lean into his hand, eyes sliding shut.

“If you don’t want me to go, I won’t.” You snort out a laugh and open your eyes to find him much more serious than you expected.

“I would never ask that of you, Jason. If you need to save the world, then go save the world. Just…” you pause to wrangle your emotions, “Promise to come back to me.”

He must see your struggle. He leans forward and presses soft pecks to your forehead, temple, cheek, and the corner of your mouth.

“If I died, I would crawl my way out of my grave again just to come back to you.” He says softly. You squeeze his hand again.

“Jason,” you lightly scold, despite the tender ache that blooms in your chest from his words. He smiles at your tone and pecks your cheek again.

“We’ll be back before New Year’s. If something happens-”

“Call Dick. I know. If you don’t make it back before New Year’s-”

“You’ll kick my ass. I know.” He grins at you, and you roll your eyes. You lean forward finally pressing your lips to his.

“That’s totally gross”

You sit back in your chair to see Roy and Lian in the doorway. Roy haphazardly tries to cover Lian’s eyes as she wiggles in his arms trying to see around his hand.

“You're just jealous” Jason retorts as he tenderly tugs and squeezes your fingers in his hand.

“Of you swapping spit, yea right”

“Don’t say that in front of the child, Roy.” You stand cheeks warm. Jason follows and heads to the bedroom to start packing. You walk over to Roy and Lian.

“Babygirl we are going to have the world’s longest Sleepover.”

“Yay!” Lian practically leaps from Roy’s arms to you. You lunge to catch but Roy’s reflexes move faster (of course) stopping her before she can get anywhere close to the ground.

“Careful babe,” he pats her back, “don’t want to break your neck before you get to have the sleepover.” She nods giddily and slides down out of his hold instead of jumping out of it. She quickly scales up your leg into your hold, only dragging your shirt off your shoulder for a moment. She happily pats your shoulders as you settle her weight on your stomach.

“Can we watch the Barbie movies?” she asks.

“Course, what else would we watch?” you reply with a smile.

“Maybe I shouldn’t leave her with you. You’re corrupting her with Barbie of all things” he says in mock disgust. You give him a pointed look over Lian’s shoulder.

“You should watch yourself, Harper. I’m letting you take my boyfriend for Christmas.”

You watch his shoulders sag, and that guilty look crosses his face again.

“I am sorry,” he pauses a moment, “and grateful that you’re willing to watch Lian too.” He glances at the girl who has become preoccupied with twisting your hair in “braids” (read knots). You settle her on your hip and get closer to Roy.

“Listen closely,” you say sternly, “you boys will go save the world, or whoever, whatever, and you will both come home. You take care of him, okay?” he nods, “and yourself too. Got it?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“And you will be-”

“Back before New Year’s. Of course. Your bossy, you know?” he smacks an overdramatic wet kiss to your temple that has you crinkling your nose in disgust. You go to smack him, but he curves out of your arch. He leaps back closer to ruffle your hair into more of a mess than Lian was.

“Roy Harper!” you screech as he darts back into the living room as Lian giggles in your arms. You follow him into the living room and plop the girl on the couch. You pick up an old magazine, roll it up, and start to chase Roy around the room. He leaps over the furniture with an agility you wish you had. Lian happily cheers from her seat, but you have no idea who she’s cheering for.

“Can’t take you two anywhere, huh?” a humored voice says. Jason leans against the door frame with a duffle bag at his feet. Roy stops running and spreads his arms.

“Jaybird! Ya ready?” With him no longer in motion, you promptly smack him upside the head with the rolled-up magazine.

“Ow, what is wrong with you woman? I was just being affectionate, and this is what I get for it.”

“Yea if affection was spitting on people”

“Did you spit on my girlfriend?”

“No” “Yes,” you both say at the same time. Jason rolls his eyes and walks around you two as you glare at each other to sit on the couch next to Lian.

“What do you think?” He asks. She taps her chin in a thought.

“Ice cream,” she says, nodding solemnly. He cracks a grin at her.

“I agree it’s time for some ice cream.” He pulls her off the couch.

“You can’t give her ice cream.”

“Ice cream! It's ten in the morning!”

“Oh, now you agree on something” he sighs at the both of you. He glances at the clock. Time to go. He crouches down to talk to Lian, patting her staticky hair. You nearly swoon at the site and Roy rolls his eyes next to you.

“It’s up to Auntie when you can have ice cream. Me and Dad have to go away for a little bit.” She pouts but nods in understanding. He stands and the goodbyes begin. Roy picks up Lian and cuddles her for a minute, cooing promises of gifts and affection. Jason comes to stand by you, and you easily slide under his arms hugging him tightly. This wasn’t the first mission he had gone on while you were together and certainly not the longest either but that didn’t make you miss him less. He presses his cheek to your head whispering his own promises to you. You tip your head back to look at him, chin to his chest.

“You know I love you,” you say quietly.

“Sap,” he murmurs, “I love you.” He presses a kiss to your nose, and you smile pulling away only so you can give him a proper kiss. You give him another squeezing hug and press a variety of kisses across his face until he grins at you, and you hear Roy fake gagged in the background followed by girlish giggles. You pull away from Jason and nudge him on his way. You and Lian settle on the couch as they collect the last of what they need. Roy stands impatiently at the door as Jason triple-checks everything. Clothes, weapons, security system engaged (you could have taken care of that), windows locked (you also could have taken care of that), etc. He reminds you to lock the door once they leave and you nod trying to placate him as you shoo them with your hand. Jason comes back one more time and presses a kiss to your forehead before he and Roy finally slip out the door. Your body sags against the couch and Lian haphazardly mimics you, somehow upside down.

“Well, Little lady, just us girls. What do you want to do?”

“Tea Party”

“Now that’s something I can get behind” if only to cover the ache you feel now that Jason is gone.

The two weeks were spent full of all the girlish wants and desires. Barbie, tea parties, shopping, and Christmas decorating. Lian had found a Nerf gun that she begged and pleaded to get for her dad. You told her she would have to wrap it so he could open it when he got back. She had happily nodded despite not knowing what wrapped meant. You had found Jason a set of hardback classics books with gold lined covers and Roy a red hat that said, “I’m a mechanic but I can’t fix stupid”. When you explained to Lian that it was for her dad, she said she wanted to get one for Uncle Jay. She perused the hats for a while, considering she couldn’t read. She would hand you ones and you’d read some of them to her (others being not so appropriate for a child). She handed you a black hat that said, “Shit Show supervisor”. You quickly approved of it without reading it to her which didn’t seem to bother her.

You’d spent the next three hours after shopping trying to teach her how to wrap presents. She had given up once she was done with her two and fell asleep on the floor. You slide the presents under the tree that was still decked out even though Christmas day had already passed. You figured you would wait for the boys to come back to help put it away. They had both texted you with a variety of updates when they first left. Guilt-ridden apologies from Roy and love notes from Jason that made your heart squeeze. They both said that they would be back on New Year’s Eve, likely later in the evening. Then they had gone into radio silence, and you hadn’t heard from them since.

 It was the night before New Year’s Eve, and you were contemplating cleaning up the apartment when your eyes landed on Lian asleep on the floor curled around a teddy bear you got her. You decide against cleaning, carefully picking her up, and taking her to the guest bedroom she’d been staying in. She wakes despite your best efforts and requests a story. You settle on the bed next to her and read one of Jason’s books you’ve been reading to her and she slowly but surely drifts off to dreamland. You’re careful as you slide out of the bed and tuck her in. You watch her breath for a moment and think about how you hope one day you and Jason will be ready for kids because you love this girl and she’s not even yours. You sneak out of the room and quietly close the door. You come back into the living room to find more Christmas lights than you remember putting up. Roy balances haphazardly on a chair as he tries to hook it somewhere, Jason on the ground instructing him where to hang it.

“You're back early?” You ask your body frozen where it’s at. Jason turns to look at you. He has a healing black eye, but he grins at you as he quickly strides over to you and picks you up like a rag doll. Your body finally reacts, and you wrap your arms around his neck.

“Merry Christmas, Sweetheart.” He sets you down on the ground but doesn’t let go of you burying his face in your neck. You close your eyes and enjoy the bliss of him holding you. He still smells like sweat and gun smoke, but you ignore it for the knowledge that he’s back.

Your moment is interrupted by Roy’s voice, “I’m back too if anyone cares.”

You snort as you press your nose to Jason’s shoulder as they shake with laughter.

“And we're happy for it, Roy.” You finally pull away from Jason, but his hand stays at your waist, “Sorry, I just got Lian to sleep, otherwise we could open presents.” Roy’s eyes widen like a little kid.

“There’s presents?” you laugh again.

“Yeah, Lian and I went shopping. But we’ll do it tomorrow.” You feel Jason’s hand curl around your waist a little tighter. “I’m sure you both need sleep.” They both nod in agreement.

You tug Jason towards your bedroom.

“Guess I’ll take the couch and no canoodling while I’m under the same roof as you.” You roll your eyes.

“Your toddler is sleeping in a king-sized bed, I’m pretty sure you could sleep in there with her, and she wouldn’t even feel the bed move.” Roy concedes and quickly makes it to the door. You know he’s trying to play cool dad, but he loves his daughter a lot and you’re surprised he made it this long before going to see her. You drag Jason into your bedroom and close the door. You don’t move far from him as you ask, “Good mission?”

“What do you think?” He points to his bruise, but his seemingly sarcastic words carry no heat.

“Oh, my poor baby.” You say with a pout. You stand on your tiptoes and press a tender kiss to the edge of the bruise. You watch his eyes slide closed at the feel of your lips. With him not watching you, you drop down on your feet and begin to unlatch the parts of his uniform that you know. You feel one of his hands settle on your hip but when you look up you find his eyes still closed.

“What are doing, Sweetheart?” his voice full of humorous suspicion.

“Helping the handsome hero that’s found his way into my bedroom.” You say quietly as you focus on a strap for his chest plate. He slides an eye open to watch you before he wraps a gentle hand around your wrist, stopping your movements.

“He doesn’t need help”

“I don’t care” you chide

“He does want something though,” he says. You raise a brow.

“Roy said no canoodling while he’s in the apartment.” Jason snorts at your comment tenderly rubbing at the pulse point on your wrist with his thumb.

“It’s our apartment, I say we do what we want.”

“I am not having sex with a toddler one wall over.” You feel your cheeks redden at his vague instance. He grins at you and nods.

“I agree with that. I don’t want sex, just want you.” He pulls your arm up and presses a kiss where he had been rubbing. You wonder for a moment if he feels your heart jump at the contact. He uses the hold he has on your hand to spin you around pushing you forward with a light hand on your back.

“Change into your pajamas and I’ll meet you in bed.”

You glance at him over your shoulder and say, “You just want to watch me change, perv”

He laughs under his breath at your comment while he undoes the left-over straps and whatnot on his suit.

“Guilty as charged.” You smile at his response and begin to change into some comfortable pajamas. Despite both your comments, you’re the one watching him. He moves stiffly and you keep an eye out for any more injuries he may feel the need to hide. You dress quicker than him, settling against the headboard, waiting. As he shucks off his pants you take a moment to appreciate the view. Your boyfriend was built but not unhealthily so. Layers of fat over muscle, the skin overlaid with scars. You note some halfway-healed bruises and a band-aid here and there. For a two-week mission, he looked great. He stretches up and you hear his back pop followed by a groan.

“You sound like an old man” you tease. He looks up to see you already staring at him.

“Oh, look who’s the perv now,” he says you squint pretending to stare harder.

“I’m just enjoying the view.” It's Jason's turn to redden. In the near year you had dated Jason Todd, you had learned how insecure he was and how good he was at hiding those insecurities. He’d never admit it, but you saw the way he would look in the mirror sometimes and you couldn’t stand it. So, when the opportunity presents itself, you tend to be honest about how you see him. Like now. He stands in front of you in just his boxers but there’s nothing salacious in your stare.

“Whatever,” he says

“It's a good view”

“Okay”

“a great view”

“I get it” He stands at the foot of the bed and suddenly tugs at your ankles. You yelp and then cover your mouth, remembering you have guests. He grins at you, no longer with your back against the headboard. You glare at him in return.

“You should stop talking sometimes.” He says, squeezing at your ankles still in his hold. You wiggle your feet.

“What happened to my sweet boyfriend? This one’s full of rude comments.” You say with no heat.

“He’s right here, baby.” He climbs over top of you and hovers. You preen at the use of a different pet name than normal. He stares and you smile at him, sliding your arms around his neck. He kisses the corner of your mouth and then against your lips full-on. You press up into the kiss with a tug of his hair. You momentarily get lost in him. He pulls away and you try to follow. One of his hands comes to cover your forehead pushing you back down.

“We have guests remember.” He says a smirk on his lips. Tease, you think

“Fine,” you say with a roll of your eyes. He abruptly collapses on top of you, and you groan with a momentary loss of air. You know it’s not his whole weight but it’s still more than you were prepared for. He giggles against your collarbone as he settles his head on your chest. You dramatically wheeze for a moment as you say, “I need air, you loser.”

“If that’s the case.” You feel him shift up off you.

“No!” your arms around his neck tighten and you tug him back against your chest. You hear a mumbled repeat of your own words.

“I need air, loser.” You loosen your hold, and he tilts his head up. His chin lightly digs into the bone.

“It’s okay sweetheart, I’d happily suffocate here.”

“Oh my god. I think it’s time for sleep. Your comments are bordering delirious.” You say as you begin to gently pet his hair. You feel him nod and turn his head, cheek pressing against your chest.

“Merry Christmas” You hear him mumble.

“Merry Christmas, Jay.” You murmur back. He’s out cold soon after and you quickly follow.

You would like to say you were awoken by a small child bouncing on the foot of your bed and you definitely were. It just so happened that her father was also bouncing on the foot of your bed with her. The tightening of Jason’s grip around you is actually what woke you up. With him being your all-natural weighted blanket there usually wasn’t much that could wake you. You feel him squeeze at your waist as he buries his face into the junction of your neck and shoulder. You feel the heat of his breath there as he groans. You're barely conscious of anything but him.

Until you hear a screech. Having been the sole caregiver for Lian in the last two weeks made your sense key onto her quickly and your eyes fly open as you try (and fail with the man atop you) to sit up. Your heart races in worry. You find Roy standing on your bed towering over you and Jason holding Lian upside down tickling her sides. You let out a sigh of relief as you drop your head back against the bed. You hear Jason grumble against your skin, but you can’t understand him. You feel a little foot trip over your leg before you feel some extra weight on top of you. Lian clammers over Jason's back to be face-to-face with you.

“Presents, Presents, Presents!” She practically vibrates with excitement. She doesn’t wait for you or Jason to respond before she climbs off and slides down the bed racing to the living room. The dip in the bed disappears and Roy’s face appears in your view closer than he was before now standing on solid ground. He smacks Jason on the back, and it makes a solid pop sound. Jason groans again.

“Nice,” Roy says, clearly happy with himself, “Presents await get up.” With that, he leaves you two. Neither you nor Jason move for a moment. You quietly brush your fingers through his hair.

“You know he’ll come back in here if we don’t go out there.” You murmur.

“Yea, yea” Jason grumbles as he slowly drags himself off of you. You shiver at the loss of your heated weighted blanket. Jason slides off the bed and stretches, his back pops just like the night before.

“I think you need a massage therapist or something, that’s not normal.” You cross your arms in front of you as you sit up to ward off the chill.

“When has anything about me been normal?” he asks as he pulls one of his hoodies off a hook. You watch him as he comes to stand in front of you.

“Right. How could I ever think of such a thing?” you say as he tugs your arms from your body to gently feed them through the arms of the hoodie before he slips it over your head. You feel warm instantly. Both from the hoodie and from the way he gently brushes your hair down and away from your face. He cups your face for a moment and stares.

“See something you like, Loverboy?” you ask. He rolls his eyes and tugs you off the bed.

“Don’t I always.” He kisses your cheek and proceeds to pull you into the living room. The smell of bacon and slightly burnt pancakes wafts through the room. Despite the smells, you find Lian at the coffee table in the living room eating a bowl of cereal. You collapse on the couch beside her, and she tries to speak through a mouthful of fruit loops.

“Er wake! E pen sents!”

“Chew first, talk second” you remind her. She quickly chews and swallows.

“You’re awake! Now we can open presents, right?” she puts another spoonful of cereal in her mouth as you answer.

“Let’s wait for the boys.” You respond just as a plate of food shows up in your line of sight. You follow the arm holding it to see Jason with his plate. You take it and Jason sits down next to you with no preamble as he digs into his food. You follow his example, eating to the sounds of whatever kids' show Lian had been watching. Roy joins a few moments later as Lian quickly eats up the last of her cereal.

“Presents!” she climbs over Roy’s legs that were propped up on the coffee table to which he dramatically complains. She pays him no mind as she finally makes it to the tree and drags out the presents you two had bought, pushing other presents to the side that you hadn’t noticed before. You set your plate on the coffee table, knowing you won’t be able to eat until everything was unwrapped.

The hats were the first to be opened. Roy agreed with the choice stating, “I am the best mechanic around but even have limits” he made a point to stare down Jason as he said limit. Jason laughed loudly at his and thanked Lian for the “best hat ever” winking at you. Before they opened their other gifts Roy instructed Lian to get the others from the tree. She hands you a small rectangular box signed “from Red Hood” You laugh quietly as you lean against Jason's side. Lian opened her gift from Roy to find a bucket of bouncy balls. You were confused but Lian seemed excited about it. Jason watched as you opened your gift. The “from Red Hood” made sense. It was a delicate necklace with a ruby heart lined by tiny diamonds.

“It’s gorgeous” you murmur as you rub a thumb over the heart.

“Flip it over” You glance at Jason at his words and flip it over. Engraved on the metal back in delicate writing So someone has my heart, Jay. Your eyes tear for a moment, and you quickly turn, kissing Jason. Speaking against his lips you say, “I love it”

Ever one to ruin your moments, Roy speaks up.

“What did I say about canoodling while we were under the same roof?”

“It’s a kiss, Roy” you shoot back.

“What’s noodling?” Lian asks as she tries to pry the lid off of her bouncy ball container.

“Next presents!” Roy says as he pulls the rough wrapping job of his present. A delightfully evil laugh escapes him once he sees the Nerf gun.

“No opening toys til you get home.” You say as you spot Roy’s mischievous grin directed at you. “How did we end up with two kids?” you ask Jason as you lean against him. He snorts as he pulls off his wrapping paper. He rubs his thumb against the spine of the books.

“It's not as personal as yours but I hope you still like it.” You gnaw at your lip.

He nods, “How could I not like it? It’s from you.” He grabs your hand squeezing it. The last gifts were handed out. Jason got Lian a kinetic sand kit and Roy grumbled about the mess.

“That’s why toys can’t be opened til you get to your home,” Jason said smugly. You opened the weight box that Roy gave you cautiously. You could never be too sure with him. Nothing popped out so you’ll take it as a win. Kind of. A Rock, He got you a rock. It was slightly round and still had dirt and dust stuck to it. You glance between it and Roy.

“It’s a Pet Rock,” he says proudly. You scoff and roll your eyes.

“Hilarious, Harper”

“If you don’t want him, I can take him back”

“No, that won’t be necessary.” You cradle the rock against your chest.

“You have to kill him to gain a real prize”

You glare at him as you say, “I’m not going to kill him, not my style.”

“It’s just a rock”

“You gave him to me!” You look at Jason for support in this weird argument. He has a hand covering his mouth to keep him from laughing.

“You two are unbelievable” The rest of the morning is spent eating the last of breakfast and putting away the Christmas tree. You decide to leave the fairy lights hanging in the living room to add a “neutral ambiance”. They both looked at you like you were crazy but complied when Lian agreed with you about the “natural beans”. Lunch was had. Roy admitted it was time to head home and check in with everyone else. He collected their bags and gave some quick goodbyes and gratitude’s. Lian’s goodbyes were more tearful, but she got distracted once she realized she would get to play with both the bouncy balls and the kinetic sand once they got home. You and Jason spent the rest of the afternoon as lazy as you could be, mostly cuddling because he would still have to go on patrol that evening despite the holiday (because of the holiday). You had texted Barbara to try and talk her into letting Jason off the hook, but it was an all-hands-on-deck night, and you couldn’t argue with that. You two made dinner together and ate before he left for the cave. As he was getting ready to leave, he pulled you close.

“I’ll be seeing you at midnight, sweetheart,” he says swaying you both side to side.

“Midnight? I’m not even on your route right now.” You question

“I will be seeing you at midnight” he repeats with no room for argument.

“Okay,” you reply in a placating manner.

True to his word, you meet Red Hood on your balcony a minute before midnight. He’s lounging against the railing when you come out with two glasses of sparkling cider (“Why not champagne?” he had questioned to which you responded with “You’re working” and he’d agreed). He pulled you into a lazy hug, one hand on your back and the other holding his glass.

“To another year?” he asked, raising his glass.

“And many more” you respond with a grin clinking your glass with his. You take a sip out of your respective glasses.

“That a promise or threat?”

“yes”

“I’ll hold you to both of them.” He says slightly salacious, but you don’t have a moment to respond as he presses his lips to yours as fireworks go off all across Gotham.

Maybe you missed your first Christmas together, but he made it up to you and New Year’s was definitely worth it.

Additional Note: I actually started to get really annoyed with this towards the end and I hope it does not show. Anyway, Merry late Christmas (to those that celebrate) and Happy New Year!! See y’all in 2025!

[choso-is-bbg]

#𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃!𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

thank you all so much for 500 followers and 1000 reblogs!!! Ｏ(≧∇≦)Ｏ literally a few days ago we reached 400. thank you again. i didn't realize people liked my work. so here's headcanons of husband!nanami. enjoy!!!

husband!nanami who brings you delicious pastries and a big bouquet of your favourite flowers every week without fail because he loves you oh so much. he loves how you always say thank you to him and appreciating him in ways he had never been appreciated before.

husband!nanami who opens the car door for you before you get on or of. he has to be the gentleman he promised to be so don't you dare touch the door, he'll quickly get out of the car and go to your side and open the door for you and offers his hand to help you out too

husband!nanami who carries your heels in his hands as well as your purse because yours tired and your heels are killing you. he always has a pair of flip flops with him just incase this happens which is almost all the time, but he doesn't mind. not one bit

husband!nanami who likes to have you in his arms while he's reading a book. either you're sleeping or on the phone he doesn't care. he claims that he focuses better on the book knowing that you are right next to him in his arms.

husband!nanami who gets flustered when you brush his neck, especially the part closer to his undercut. his neck and ears flashing red and he's unable to look you in the eyes because of your teasing.

husband!nanami who loves to walk up behind you and circle his arms around your waist and rest his cheek on your shoulder as you cook. not speaking a word after a long tiring day of work, he just wants to feel you on him in silence and be happy that he made such an excellent decision of marrying you.

husband!nanami who ends up talking a lot about you to his coworkers when they ask about anything that's related to you. "your lunch looks good. did you make it?". "it was my beautiful wife actually. she'll be pleased to know you said that". just looking for any excuse to show you off.

husband!nanami who is loved by your parents. he makes meaning conversations with your dad and is a help around the house without being asked which your mom absolutely adores. "you should be more like him", your mom says for the hundredth time you've visited them while nanami's washing the dishes.

husband!nanami who let's you know how much he loves. either through words of affirmation, spoiling you with gifts and just doing acts in your favour. you're his favourite person and he wants you to know that making it evident in his words and his actions.

#comments and reblogs are appreciated

[artdcnaldson]

what do we think abt patrick and art both wanting to try viagra and boning all night long….

you come home mid fuck session to see art sobbing as patrick fucks into him while jerking is poor, beaten cock

you ofc rush to soothe art and they explain what they did and arts still sobbing like a little baby into ur neck, “momma it hurts so fucking bad it won’t go down” while he’s cumming for the fourth timeeeeeeee

i'm so sorry this has been in my inbox for literal months. this is such a galaxy brained ask and i regret letting it simmer for probably like 5 months atp....

but yeah....

thinking about making art fuck patrick, but he's too tired and his muscles are jelly so you just make patrick ride Art while you jerk him off. he's all slick with lube and cum and it makes it so easy and slick to just pump him in your hands while he rides art all clumsy and desperate. you make them promise to never do anything this fucking stupid again, but how can they agree when they've both cum so many times they swear they've seen god?

[afriendtoravens]

���

He felt the witcher's eyes on him and he huffed softly, shifting to subtly wipe at his eyes. He could blame it on the hazy smoke from the fire, after all. Smoke particles dissolved into one's tears and coated the surface of the eye, causing both inflammation and irritation. He shrugged after a pensive moment passed between them.

"I can't promise you a single thing, Geralt. You know that as well as I do. But if it makes you feel any better, I shall do my best. I'd rather not have to regenerate again."

He sat down on his bedroll and let his elbows come to rest on his bent knees. "I miss them all as well," he said, voice cracking ever so slightly on the final word. "But Ciri is safe. She's alive. We're still here as well, you and I. Needs must, and so we continue on."

He couldn't say what possessed him—that fateful night—to offer them a place to stay, to offer his mandrake cordial to share. There would never be the words to describe it. It was a feeling, an emotion, and less of a thing he could talk about and pore over in immense detail. It had been a decision made on a whim, something compelling him to do so, and it was one that he would never regret.

-----

"I'm still a little stunned by that," Geralt replied with a half smile. "That you offered us a place to stay, I know we all must have been quite the sight. Messy and uncouth as we were."

Oh but he missed them all. They'd been inexplicably linked by something none of them could pin point, all of them rallying around him to bring Ciri home safe, giving up their lives for the cause. For him. He was still astounded by it all. And he missed them terribly. Missed the bickering, the silliness, the easy comfort of it all, even when things hadn't been easy -and they'd had a lot of that particular feeling.

"I miss them all too." He admitted. "Even now, with Ciri safe, or as safe as she can be."

He lifted his gaze and eyed Regis for a moment.

"Just, no more dying for me, alright? You've done your time."

[yeetmyboi]

Knight!Johnathan Price x Princess!Reader 🗡️🌿🌟

— — —

You’re a princess from a long bloodline of nobles, descending from the gods themselves. The pearlescent blood in your veins is proof enough. If not, then your gift of visions surely would be.

John is your chosen Head Knight (and possibly the whole task force as well because harem lol), sworn to protect the next monarch in line for the throne for the rest of his life. And being that you are descended from the gods, it is deemed blasphemous for a mortal/commoner to touch you (again, because harem). So, not only is John sworn to be your guard—but also a companion and lover (platonic and romantic).

You tend make his job harder than it needs to be. Constant attempts to avoid stuffy events with other nobles. Evading any mentoring lessons. Slipping out to the village whenever possible. It’s all a common thing with you.

One day, you manage to slip out once more.

With a cape and headscarf (typical ‘I’m blending in’ princess disguise), you manage to wander the village. A small pull in the pit of your gut guides your feet this time. This isn’t like all your other escapades, no, something’s calling for you.

It isn’t until John finds you in the shady underbelly of the city, the home of dark alley deals and illicit activities, that you realize you’ve had visions of this. His hand gently grasps your elbow, slightly tugging you out of the trance-like state you’ve been pulled into.

“Your highness,” he intones, “I believe you’ve wandered a touch too far from the light.” His eyes are stern but hold a flicker of something softer. "It's time to return. Your absence has not gone unnoticed."

He attempts to pull you away from the various stalls and merchants that you’ve been wandering down. Usually you admit defeat when caught, but now you’re fighting against his gentle hold. Something’s not right. John picks up on this and it uneases him.

Your feet stay planted. You have yet to find what you seek. You tell him so.

"And what, pray tell, are you seeking in a place like this, Your Highness?" He steps closer, pulling your bodies closer together, concern and suspicion melding in his gruff voice. His presence is an unspoken reminder of his sworn duty to protect you.

You hastily speak of visions, an overwhelming feeling in you, that the gods are calling you and you must answer.

"I know not what visions haunt your thoughts, but I beg of you — do not let them lead you into peril." His grip tightens almost imperceptibly, a silent plea as he softly speaks your given name. "You are the jewel of this kingdom. Too precious to be cast into such depths."

The use of your name is a reminder of the intimate bond you two share, forged in secret moments stolen from the watchful eye of the kingdom. It's a bond that transcends mere duty and protection.

Reluctantly, you both concede slightly, softened by his words and your pleading eyes. You allow his presence and he allows you to continue. But you push for John to distance himself as he’s drawing more and more unwanted attention. The peddlers are already whispering…

It isn’t long until to you find what’s you’re searching for, what’s summoning you.

An amulet. Ancient and weathered. Its siren song unconsciously calls you to reach out and touch. But as you do, your hand is slapped away by the peddler. Causing John to tense and his hand to reach for his sword but he still keeps his distance as promised, not stepping in unless you call for it.

Your lips recite words in a tongue long dead. A phrase you’ve never heard before leaves you without your permission. The merchant simply smiles and asks for payment, to which you give. The amulet is passed to you, its new owner.

With the trinket now in your possession, you know what happens next. Ambush. You rush to John’s side, not stopping to explain more than, “We’re leaving. Now.”

"Stay close," John growls without missing a beat, falling into step beside you. It's not a request, but a command. He prays to the gods, silent and fervent, for guidance and protection. His strides are long and purposeful, his body a shield blocking you from any pursuers. "Anytime you're ready to tell me what this is about, I'm listening.

Little does he know, that in order to save his life from this ambush, you must sully your own hands. All over an old necklace and some silly visions you’ve yet to understand.

Oh gods, what have you gotten yourself into?

[ginxyy]

Midnight in perfect harmony

The studio was quiet except for the faint hum of equipment and the gentle strumming of a guitar. Woozi sat at the piano, his fingers ghosting over the keys as he hummed a melody under his breath. The dim light from the desk lamp cast a warm glow over his focused expression, and you couldn’t help but watch him from your spot on the couch.

It wasn’t how most people spent New Year’s Eve, but then again, Woozi wasn’t most people. He had invited you to the studio earlier in the evening, promising it would be low-key. “Just me, you, and some music,” he’d said. And that was exactly what it was—quiet, creative, and undeniably him.

“Do you ever stop working?” you teased, breaking the comfortable silence.

Woozi looked up, a small smile tugging at his lips. “This doesn’t feel like work. Besides, it’s almost midnight. I’m just killing time.”

“Killing time or avoiding the party scene?”

He chuckled, turning back to the piano. “Maybe both. I’m not much for big celebrations.”

“Clearly,” you said, gesturing to the nearly empty room. “This is about as low-key as it gets.”

“Hey, I never said it wouldn’t be,” he replied, his tone light but teasing.

You laughed, standing up and walking over to him. “What are you working on?”

“It’s just an idea I’ve been playing with,” he said, sliding over slightly to make room for you on the piano bench. “Nothing finished yet.”

You sat down beside him, your shoulder brushing against his. “Can I hear it?”

He hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Sure. It’s not perfect, though.”

His fingers moved across the keys, and a soft, hauntingly beautiful melody filled the room. It was simple but evocative, each note carrying a quiet intensity that seemed to resonate deep in your chest. You closed your eyes, letting the music wash over you.

When he finished, the room fell silent again, the final note lingering in the air like a held breath.

“That was beautiful,” you said, opening your eyes to find him watching you.

“Thanks,” he said, his voice quiet. “I don’t usually share unfinished songs, but… I wanted you to hear this one.”

You smiled, touched by his words. “It’s amazing. Do you have lyrics for it yet?”

“Not yet,” he admitted. “But I was thinking about writing something about new beginnings. About finding something—or someone—who makes it all feel worth it.”

Your heart skipped at the way his gaze lingered on you, his words carrying a weight you couldn’t ignore.

The sound of the countdown reached you faintly from outside, the voices of people on the street filtering in through the window.

“Ten… Nine…”

Woozi glanced at the clock on the wall, then back at you. “Looks like it’s almost time.”

“Eight… Seven…”

“Do you have any resolutions?” he asked, his tone casual but his eyes intent.

“Six… Five…”

“Just one,” you said, your voice soft. “To be more open. To not let the little moments slip by.”

“Four… Three…”

He nodded, his expression thoughtful. “That’s a good one.”

“Two… One…”

Before you could say anything else, Woozi leaned in, his lips brushing yours in a kiss that was both tentative and deliberate. His hand came up to cup your face, his touch warm and grounding.

When he pulled back, his cheeks were slightly flushed, his eyes searching yours. “Happy New Year,” he murmured.

“Happy New Year,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

The faint sound of fireworks erupted outside, but neither of you paid them any mind. In the quiet of the studio, with the lingering notes of his melody still hanging in the air, it felt like you were in your own little world.

Woozi smiled, his hand still resting lightly on your cheek. “I think this is going to be a good year.”

You nodded, your heart full. “I think so too.”

As he turned back to the piano, his fingers beginning to play the melody again, you stayed by his side, content to start the new year in perfect harmony with him.

[morgana-larkin]

Alright my fellow horny tumblr peeps, here's some smut to start the new year with part 2 of Mommy dearest! So here it is and it's incredibly fluffy and smutty. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

On another note: I keep getting an error message when trying to update my Lisa masterlist so imma split up Melissa and Chessy fics instead of putting them together.

Part 1

Mommy Dearest - Part 2

Warnings: Teasing, Smut, mommy kink

Words: 5.55k

You and Melissa are sitting on the couch and she pulls you in for another kiss. She pulls back when you both hear a groan and you look beside you to see Becca there covering her eyes.

“Ever since you two got together last week, you do nothing but kiss.” Becca complains.

“And what exactly do you do when you go see your boyfriend, play pretend?” Melissa asks her daughter.

“I’m not kissing my daughter’s best friend in front of said daughter.” She says and Melissa smiles at her daughter’s reaction.

“Said daughter doesn’t have to stay at the house or in the room.” Melissa tells her.

“You invited me to stay for movie night, the movie is still playing.” She says and points to the tv that was indeed playing a movie.

“I forgot that there was a movie playing.” You say and Melissa smirks.

“So did I.” She says and you pull her in for another kiss.

“I’m out.” Becca says as she gets up and grabs her bag. “I’m gonna go have sex with my boyfriend.” Becca tells you and Melissa quirks an eyebrow at her.

“Careful, I’m still your mother and definitely know guys who can kill him without a trace.” Melissa tells her and then Becca huffs before leaving. “I sometimes forget how much like me she is.” Melissa tells you before she pulls you in for a kiss. She gets you to lay on your back, on the couch while she gets on top and she continues making out with you. She pulls back when you start moaning and you whimper. “I would love to go further but I want to take you out on a date first.” She tells you and you huff.

“You’ve had all week to do that.” You say and she moves the strands on your face out of the way. “You didn’t do that and now I want to go further with you.” You tell her and pull her in for a kiss. She pulls back after a few seconds and you groan.

“I’m still going to take you out on a date first, tomorrow night.”

“We’ve known each other for 4 years.” You complain and she giggles.

“Yes but I want to know you more personally.” She says and she boops your nose.

“You know you can know me more personally if we have sex.” 

“Nice try.” She says and she sits up. You sit up as well and she wraps an arm around you and she pulls you close to her. You push her backwards and you end up getting her on her back and you go to kiss her neck and Melissa giggles. “How horny are you?” She asks and you look at her.

“I’ve never had sex because I keep thinking about you. I’ve been wanting to do this with you for 4 years.” You tell her and kiss her neck again.

“Well I promise we can do it after our date tomorrow.” She tells you and you reluctantly pull away.

“Pinky promise?” You ask her while holding out your pinky. She links her pinky with yours with a smile.

“Pinky promise.” She says. You then immediately go and kiss her neck and she laughs. “What did we just talk about?” She says and you pull back. 

“You said no sex, you never said anything about teasing.” You tell her with a mischievous smile and then go back to kissing her neck.

“Oh you’re going to be the death of me.” Melissa says.

“I like kissing and teasing you.” You tell her and she smiles before pushing you back.

“If you keep teasing me then I’ll take you right here, but I’m trying to be respectful enough to my daughter’s best friend.” She tells you. “As well as you deserve someone who’s willing to take you out on a date first.” She adds and you pout.

“Why do you have to be so perfect?” You complain and she giggles.

“Just common courtesy to take a pretty girl out on a date before ravishing her until she can’t walk.” She says seductively and you feel your mouth dry and pussy extremely wet. “Did I leave the pretty girl speechless?” She asks with a slight tease to her voice.

“So you want to tease but make me wait?” You ask her and she nods. 

“I mean you want to tease me as well.” She counters and you think about it.

“Ok, how about we see who folds first tomorrow night?” You tell her and she quirks an eyebrow at you.

“I think you’ve already folded.” She tells you.

“I said tomorrow night.” You tell her.

“Ok, I’m listening.” 

“We go on a date but let’s tease each other to see who folds first.” You suggest and she smiles.

“I like this idea, ok, it’s on.” She says and you shake hands with her to seal the deal.

You spend the rest of the night cuddled up on the couch together before Melissa calls it a night and she goes to her bedroom. You decide to get ready for bed and then head to the basement to turn in for the night. 

“Mom!” You hear as you’re having breakfast with Melissa the next morning.

“In here, honey.” Melissa says and then you see Becca walking in, looking a little flustered.

“Mom, Will’s mother is in town and wants to meet me tonight.” She tells Melissa.

“Well you two have been going out for a year so it’s not surprising.” Melissa tells her daughter.

“I’ve never met my partner’s mother before.” She says as she sits down in a seat beside Melissa.

“Just be yourself, honey.” 

“Well you’re supposed to say that because you’re my mom.” Becca says and then looks at you.

“What are you looking at me for? Your mom is my first partner.” You tell her and then Melissa holds your hand while facing her daughter.

“Just be yourself and if she doesn’t like you then that’s her problem.” Melissa explains to her.

“What if she doesn’t like me and makes Will break up with me?” She asks.

“Jeez Bec, the only times you were this stressed was when we were studying for exams.” You tell her and she groans.

“If she doesn’t like you and Will breaks up with you because of her then that’s their loss not yours. But just be yourself and also see if you want to put up with that side of the family as well.” Melissa says and Becca nods.

“Ok, thanks.” 

“Did you already have breakfast or do you want something to eat?” Melissa offers.

“I’ll go make myself breakfast.” Becca says and gets up.

“Do you not like my cooking anymore?” Melissa asks her daughter.

“You know I like your cooking but it’s just breakfast. I’ll always let you handle dinner.” Becca says.

“Oh speaking of dinner, Y/n and I are going out tonight so if you still have a boyfriend tonight then you might want to stay at his place.” Melissa tells her and Becca’s eyes widen.

“Do you have to keep traumatising me?!?!” Becca complains and then quickly goes into the kitchen.

“She’s taking this better than I thought?” You say and Melissa laughs before she continues eating.

*A few hours later*

“I can’t believe she won’t say where she’s taking you.” Becca says as she’s helping you pick out an outfit. “It would make this a whole lot easier.” 

“You know what would also make this easier?” You say to her. “If you weren’t her daughter. That way you would help me dress up slutty but cute.” 

“Dude, my mom already can’t keep her hands off of you. So even if you dress in a long shirt and sweatpants then she’ll still want to do you.” Becca says and you chuckle. “But if you want to dress a bit slutty, then how about that almost skin tight pink crop top that shows off your cleavage and those high waisted black shorts that stop just at your belly button? That outfit got you a ton of kisses at that party.” Becca tells you.

“Not a bad idea.” You tell her and go find it. You change into it as well as put on your best push up bra and then show her the outfit. “What do you think?” You tell her.

“Like you’re trying to get laid.” She says and you smile.

“It’s perfect then.” You say and then go to your makeup table. 

“Now sit still.” Becca says as she picks out eyeshadow to match your outfit. “I think pink eyeshadow and then a little black wing tip would be perfect.” She says and you nod. She picks out the perfect pink and applies it before putting on the eyeliner. “Would you stop moving your eyes?” She tells you with annoyance. “I remember how it was putting on your makeup for that party.” She adds and you smile.

“But I made out with so many girls so wasn’t it worth it?” You tell her and she rolls her eyes.

“I guess.” She adds a bit of mascara, blush and then some lip gloss. “There, I think you’re done.” She says and you look in the mirror. 

“It’s perfect, thank you.” You tell her and she smiles.

“You’re still my best friend, even if you are going to be doing my mom tonight.” She says and you smile at her.

“And I’ll tell you absolutely nothing about it.” You say and she shakes her head.

“And I thank you for that.” She says. “Now let's finish up with your hair.” She adds and you nod.

Becca makes her way upstairs where Melissa is waiting on the couch.

“Bye mom, have fun tonight.” Becca says and then she instantly regrets saying that.

“Hey, honey, come here for a second.” Melissa says and she makes her way over to her daughter. “I do want to thank you for your support. Still being her best friend and still wanting me to be your mom.”

“Well I love you both and I’m happy that you make each other happy.” Becca tells her and Melissa hugs her. Becca hugs her back and then realises the time. “I gotta go meet his mom right now.” Becca says into the hug when Melissa won’t let her pull back. 

“Alright, fine. If he breaks up with you though then I’ll break his car lights.” Melissa tells her and Becca smiles at that.

“Or I’ll borrow your bat and do that myself.” She counters and Melissa smiles warmly.

“That’s my girl.” She says and then Becca goes to the door. 

“By the way, you look great.” She tells her mom then leaves.

“Hey Melissa.” You say after Becca leaves and Melissa turns around. Melissa is frozen in place after she eyes you up and down and you walk up to her. “What do you think?” You ask her and she swallows after a second.

“Oh fuck, I might fold first tonight.” She says and you smirk before you look at her outfit. She’s wearing black leather pants and a green tank top that gives you an amazing view of her big cleavage and of her arms as well.

“I don’t know, I’m feeling like I might fold soon.” You tell her and she smirks before she wraps an arm around you and leads you to her car. She opens up the passenger side door for you and you get in after giving her a kiss. 

She takes you to a moderately nice place and looks at you. “If I went any nicer then I wouldn’t be able to wear my leather pants.” She says and you smile.

“And that would be a tragedy.” You joke and she laughs before she gets out.

“Exactly.” She says and then closes the car door. “Under Schemmenti for 2.” She tells the front door person and they check before a waiter comes and seats you. They bring you to a booth and you sit across from Melissa and look at the menu.

“I’m surprised you didn’t take me to an Italian restaurant.” You tell her and she chuckles.

“We both know they can never match my cooking.” She says with a wink and you blush before looking at the menu again. The waiter comes a few minutes later and takes your order before leaving you be.

“So I’ve wanted to ask, it seems like you don’t like Becca’s father so why did you marry him?” You ask her and she takes a couple seconds before answering.

“I was young, I met him when I was 19 and we got married 3 years later. He was charming at first and we had a lot in common, plus he was a firefighter.” She says and you smile. “We didn’t plan on having kids but then I got pregnant with Becca a few years later and this other side of him showed. He was against having kids even though I was pregnant and I made the decision to keep the baby and he didn’t like that. We fought a lot and then I asked for a divorce finally when she was 6 years old and we officially divorced a year later.” She tells you and you nod.

“Have you seen him since or has Becca?” You ask her and she shakes her head.

“I was giving him updates on her life for the first year after he left but he still wasn’t interested in her so I finally stopped talking to him.” She says and you listen to everything she says with interest. 

“Must have been hard raising her by yourself, even when you were still with him.” You tell her.

“It was worth it. I love her more than anything and I would do anything for her, and I’m thankful that she loves me back and made a great friend.” She tells you and you blush. 

“When did you start dating again?” You ask her and she takes a moment to think about it.

“I think she was 13 and she started hanging out with some friends a lot so I started opening myself up to dating and went on quite a few.” She says and you lean back a bit.

“And when you say quite a few, do you mean like 5 or 10 dates?” You ask her and she quirks an eyebrow at you before replying.

“I mean more like close to 30.” She says and you widen your eyes. “But it wasn’t in one year, it was in the span of 8 years.” She explains and you think about that. 

“But that would make her 21 when you stopped dating.” You say and she nods. “She’s 22.” You say and she nods again. “Did you not go on any dates in the past year?” You ask and she shakes her head. 

“I didn’t feel like dating again as this cute h/c -haired girl that kept coming over, started catching my attention.” She says and you blush. “I always thought you were cute but in the past year I developed an attraction to you.” She says and you smile.

“I’ve been attracted to you since I first met you.” You tell her and she smiles. “I remember you put down one of the boxes of her stuff and turned around and we locked eyes for the first time. That was the moment I knew what my type was but the more I got to know you, the more I realised that it was an instant crush I had and not just attraction.” You tell her and then you feel a foot touching your ankle and your eyes widen.

“You’ve been wanting me for 4 years then.” She says and you bite your lip when she starts trailing her foot up and stops at your knee. The waiter arrives at that moment with the food and she doesn’t move her foot back at all. She keeps moving her foot up and down and never goes higher than your knee. You know your underwear is already ruined and Melissa knows it too with how flushed your cheeks are. 

You start eating your food to try and ignore how her foot is making you feel and she stops for a few minutes. 

You instead slide into conversation about questions that she has about your life and you answer them while also thinking about ways to retaliate to her earlier teasing.

“Ya, I’ve always loved kids but then I chose to be a teacher instead of something else. I had an amazing elementary school teacher who cared about her job and her students and I thought I could be like her when I grow up.” You tell her and she smiles. “I see you’re the same way with your students. You may be a badass with a rough exterior but you have a heart of gold. It shows with your daughter and your students.” You tell her and she nods.

“I’ve always wanted to work with kids as well. I know how hard these students have it, I see it every year. So I try to do everything I can to make their lives a bit easier or to put a smile on their face.” She says and you smile. “I know the other teachers do it as well. Barb knows it the best, she’s been teaching there for 30 years and she’s seen countless students come and go. She once told me that if she makes even one student’s life easier then she’s happy.” She adds.

You then move your plate to her side of the table and go to sit beside her. She immediately moves over but still gives you a confused look.

“It’s silly to sit away from you instead of right beside you when you’re so perfect.” You tell her with a shrug and she chuckles before rubbing your back and then going back to eating. You then switch to eating with your non-dominant hand and then move your hand to her thigh and you see her immediately widen her eyes before looking down.

“So that’s why you moved, to get me back for earlier.” She says and you wink at her. 

“Well that and I also get a better view of your boobs from this angle.” You tell her and she snorts. You then get a notification from your phone and go and check the email. “Well look at that, I just got an interview for a teaching position at Abbott Elementary School on Tuesday.” You tell her and she looks at your phone and sees you’re right.

“3rd grade teacher? I heard that the teacher was leaving after the year was over.” She tells you. “Her class is a couple doors down from mine.” She adds and you smile.

You then move your hand back on her thigh then move it up and stop just before you reach her centre and she jumps at that.

“You’re playing dirtier than I did.” She says and you can hear her breathing getting heavier.

“That’s because I love to win.” You whisper in her ear before you gently bite it and she whimpers.

“Are you all done?” The waiter says and you turn to look at him with a smile and you nod. “Was it to your satisfaction?” He asks.

“It was amazing.” You tell him and your hand is still moving up and down near Melissa’s centre and she’s trying to control her breathing.

“Will you be having dessert or would you like the bill?” He asks.

“Just the bill, please.” Melissa squeaks out and you smirk at her before looking towards the waiter.

“One bill or two?” He asks.

“One bill.” Melissa says after you look at her as you didn’t know what to say. The waiter nods, takes your plates and leaves. “As much as I’m enjoying your hand there, I do have to get my wallet to pay.” She tells you and you hum.

“Say you fold and I’ll stop.” You tell her and she groans softly before she grabs your hand and holds it before she gets her wallet out from her big purse. She’s able to get it out just in time before you place your other hand on her thigh and she glares at you but she doesn’t back down. 

The waiter comes back and she gives him her card after she looks at the bill. He comes back after a few minutes and gives her card back and she has enough brain power to put it back in her wallet and put it in her purse. 

“Have a good night.” The waiter tells you both and then leaves after you wish him the same. You get up after passing your finger quickly over her clit and she lets out a small squeak. You got to give her credit for not folding after teasing her hard for 10 minutes. You follow her out and back to her car but she traps you between her and the car before you open the door.

“You played very dirty in there.” She tells you with a lower pitched voice and you shiver slightly.

“I’m surprised you didn’t fold.” You tell her and she hums.

“I almost did, I wanted to. But the thing is, I like winning too.” She says and presses herself up against you and you feel her boobs squished against you and you let out a gasp. “But I don’t want to give anyone a free show here so how about we take this home and continue there?” She says and you nod.

After 2 minutes of her driving you realise the huge advantage she has for being the driver. She can tease you all she wants and you can’t do a thing as she has to focus on the road.

“I should have drove.” You say when her hand is on the inside of your thigh very close to your dripping centre and you hear her chuckle. You get home after a long tortuous 8 minutes and you quickly get out before you fold.

“I’m surprised you didn’t fold.” Melissa says after you walk in. Before you reply she pins you against the door and you widen your eyes. She then takes one of your hands and places it on her chest and you feel the top of her breasts and you let out a breath. “If you fold then you can feel both of them all over without anything covering them.” She says and then your dissolve crumbles.

“I fold.” You say and quickly capture her in a kiss. She stumbles a bit at the unexpected kiss but quickly regains her balance and smiles into the kiss at hearing you fold.

“Let’s go upstairs.” She says and quickly brings you to her bedroom. She closes the door and you immediately take her tank top and bra off as soon as she turns around. You place your hands on her breasts and squeeze them a few times before placing your mouth on a nipple and she lets out a moan. 

She pulls you off her nipple and kisses you hard and gets you to walk backwards until you fall on the bed with a ‘oomph’. She climbs on top of you after taking her pants off and you see her there in just her underwear that has a noticeable wet spot and you smile.

“Like knowing how wet you made me in that restaurant?” She asks and you nod proudly. “I almost wanted you to fuck me right there in the booth.” She says and you squirm. “Wanted you to have your fingers deep inside me while I try not to make any noises.” She says and you bring your hands to her thighs. “You know your crop top and shorts are cute but I would really like to see what’s underneath.” She tells you and you nod your consent.

She takes your top off and sees your push up bra and she quirks her eyebrow in amusement at your attempt to fluster her more. She then unclips your bra and takes a nice long look at your full chest on display and she licks her lips. She unbuttons your shorts and takes them off along with your underwear and you gasp at her sneakiness. Before you complain, she takes her underwear off and gets back on top of you and you just admire her completely naked and see her very wet pussy that you just want to touch. 

She places her hands on her breasts and you squirm a bit at hearing her moans that are coming out of her mouth due to her pleasuring herself on top of you. You then sit up, slap her left hand away and place your mouth on her nipple and start sucking. She giggles when you slap her hand away but it quickly turns into a moan when you start sucking. She quickly places her hands in your hair to keep you there and encourages you on.

“Yes, keep sucking. You love my big tits don’t you baby? Suck on my tits all you want, get mommy all nice and wet.” She says and you widen your eyes at the nickname she gives herself. You realise that it turns you on and wrap your arms around her waist and bring her closer to you. “Oooh.” She squeaks out at you moving her closer and then she smiles. “Do you like that? Being mommy’s baby?” She asks and you nod while still sucking. “Give mommy’s other tit some attention.” She tells you and you obey and switch to the other one. She brushes some hair out of your face with her hand and she bucks her hips when you lick and suck at the same time and lets out a gasp. “Do that again baby.” She says while heavily breathing and you do the same thing. She can’t wait any longer after that and pulls your mouth off of her and kisses you. “I need you to fuck me right now.” She tells you and you easily slip one finger in her. 

You slip two more in and she starts moving her hips, bringing herself pleasure with your fingers. You watch as she has her mouth wide open, eyes closed and she leans her forehead against yours. You realise at that moment that you’re in love with her and you’re more than ok with that. She moves one hand to cup your cheek and wraps her other arm around your neck to keep you close. Her breathing suddenly gets heavier and you feel her legs start to shake. You move your fingers to match her speed and she gasps at more pleasure she’s getting. She suddenly brings you into a kiss and you pull away and attach your lips to her neck. 

“Oh god.” She gasps out at the immense pleasure and you smirk against her neck.

“Is mommy gonna come?” You ask her and she whimpers.

“Yes, don’t stop.” She says and then you feel her clench around your fingers and her whole body tense up. She grips you tighter with her hands and throws her head back as she comes hard. She slows her hips down on your fingers before stopping and you pull them out gently and lick her juices off. She looks at you licking her fingers and smiles at you moaning.

“Should have had you sit on my face.” You say and she lets out an airy chuckle as she comes down from her high.

“Have you ever fucked yourself with a dildo?” She suddenly asks you and you shake your head. “Do you want to be fucked with a dildo?” She asks and you think about it.

“Will it hurt?” You ask her.

“That depends on how many fingers you’ve used to masturbate with.”

“2 is the max.”

“It’ll hurt a little, but the pain goes away after a few seconds and then it feels really good.” She says and you think about it before nodding.

“Ok but go slow.” You tell her as she gets up. She grabs the strap and her smallest dildo from the closet and puts it on before getting back on the bed. She spreads your legs and instead brings her mouth to your clit instead of the dildo. She licks and sucks on your clit to get you more wet, like you aren’t already dripping before she gets on her knees in between your legs. She puts some lube on it that she brought from her closet and then aligns it with your centre. She looks at you and you nod before she slowly enters you. You start gasping at getting stretched out and she grabs both of your hands and you squeeze her hands. She enters you completely and stays still for a few seconds.

“You ok baby?” She asks and you nod after a second. She starts moving slowly and you gasp at the sensation and close your eyes. She pumps in and out of you a few times before you wrap your legs around her. You wrapped them around a bit too high and she falls down on top of you.

“Ow.” You squeak out and she stays on top of you.

“You alright?” She asks you and you nod.

“Keep going.” You tell her and she starts pumping in and out of you again. You start moaning out at the sensation and she smiles before she starts sucking on your neck. You feel your orgasm start building and you breath heavier. “Mommy, kiss me.” You tell her and she immediately pulls back from your neck and starts kissing your lips. 

You then squeeze her hands and she can tell your clenching around the dildo as she has to go harder to keep moving. She pulls back from your lips just in time to hear you gasp out as you come. She pulls out of you carefully before she takes the strap off. She throws it somewhere and then she lays down next to you and pulls you close to her to help you calm down.

“So how was your first time?” She asks when she sees your breathing at a regular pace again.

“Well I don’t really have a lot to compare it to.” You tell her and she laughs. “But I’ve never felt this good after masturbating.” You tell her and she hums. “How was it for you?” You ask her.

“Oh god baby, you made me come hard.” She says and you smile before you move your head off her arm and place it on her chest. “Already using my boobs as a pillow?” She asks and you nod before you fall asleep.

The next morning she gives you one of her long shirts to wear when you ask for one and you put your underwear on. You both go to the kitchen and she starts the coffee machine and you wrap your arms around her waist. She leans into your touch before she turns around and gives you a kiss. She makes you back up towards the counter in the middle and places her mouth on your neck before she slips her hand down and circles your clit. You feel your orgasm building quickly and then Becca comes in and she hears you moan out.

“Nope.” She says and then walks right out and to her room. 

Melissa pulled back from you and you both stared at each other before bursting out laughing.

*Tuesday Morning*

“You’re gonna be great.” Melissa tells you as she brings you to the office for your interview with Ava. You make it to the office and she gives you a quick kiss to help you calm down.

“Woah Melissa, no idea you had a hot girlfriend. But I’ll need you to keep the kisses down as I have an interview with someone in a few minutes.” Ava says as she comes in.

“I’m the someone you’re interviewing.” You tell her and Ava looks between you and Melissa before sighing.

“Ok, come on then.” She says and she closes the door and sits down. She sees Melissa glaring at her before she walks out to the break room and Ava takes a deep breath before looking at you.

“I GOT THE JOB!” You yell out as you enter the break room and immediately hug Melissa. Everyone turns to look at you as you hug Melissa and sees her surprise face turn happy.

“I knew you could do it.” She says and then Ava comes in.

“Gave your girlfriend the job as she might survive here since she’s with you.” Ava tells Melissa.

“Girlfriend?” Janine asks and everyone looks at Melissa.

“Yes she’s my girlfriend, so youse be nice unless you want a bat to your headlights.” Melissa tells them and you sit on her lap with a smile.

“I gotta go  as I’m going to take Becca out as an apology for when she walked in on us.” You tell here and then give her a kiss and walk out.

“Had a good weekend Melissa?” Jacob asks while trying not to laugh.

“Maybe.” Melissa says and then takes a sip of coffee with a smile.

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please expand on the lancelot x gawain i keep seeing on your blog 🙏

okay sorry i took so long i decided to shower after you sent me this because i knew that if i started then i would never end up showering today. and then it was an unfinished routine so i had to lotion and brush my teeth and floss and do hair stuff too.

so, obviously, it's lancelot du lac and gawaine of orkney. both knights of the round table, etc etc. you know who they are. i hope. they're not exactly similar to their bbc merlin counterparts---lancelot is of noble birth in classic arthuriana, gawaine is arthur's nephew (though bbc merlin doesn't exactly...keep the familial relations that canon does), things like that---but i'd honestly say that their character personalities are similar enough that it's verging on acceptable! just as a reference point for you, i suppose.

gawaine has lost a fair fight only to six knights in his time, launcelot being one of them (Le Morte d'Arthur, Sir Thomas Mallory. book IV, chapter XVIII) (the other five being sir tristram, sir bors, sir percevel, sir pelleas, and sir marhaus). he is mentioned to throw fights against lancelot because he loves losing to him (cannot remember the source for the life of me) and, of course, lancelot always notices when he does.

then there's this famous quote:

(vulgate II, p140) where launcelot tells galehaut (another man that he arguably has...something...going on with) that he would share with gawaine everything he loves, save guinevere, in order to have gawaine forever. gawaine then goes on to say that, essentially, he would wish to be the most beautiful woman so that lancelot would love him as a wife.

also, in Morte, which i don't have photos of because my copy is a physical book rather than a pdf like how i'm reading vulgate and i don't want to take photos with my laptop camera. there is this quote "and Launcelot with this sword shall slay the man that in the world he loves best, that shall be Sir Gawaine." which is engraved in the hilt of the red hilted sword, balin's sword that merlin encases in stone and which galahad, lancelot's son, eventually wields.

^this, also. from vulgate IV, p140. after launcelot accidentally kills gawaine's brother gareth (named here as gaheriet; all the orkneys have...many ways of spelling their names. look up a list of all of gawaine's names over history, i dare you) who was guarding guinevere's cell...he begs gawaine to forgive him and even promises to swear himself and all his men into subservience to gawaine if gawaine would only forgive him. "I want to be your companion just as I used to be." mhm...

and "I'll swear to you on 'relics that I didn't kill your brother Gaheriet intentionally" is a huge promise. swearing on a holy relic in such a deeply, fundamentally christian society was the vow that you could make. the reason why honour was so important in that time was because the grand majority of people were illiterate, so one's word was the most one could give, in the majority of situations! and here is lancelot, saying that he'll swear on a holy relic that he did not mean to kill gareth if it means gawaine will forgive him and love him again.

there is also, right before gawaine eventually dies (from a sword wound to the head from lancelot) he writes a letter to launcelot begging forgiveness for having been so horrible to lancelot before his death, and wishing he could see him before he dies, for he knows he won't live long.

And then when paper and ink was brought, then Gawaine was set up weakly by King Arthur, for he was shriven a little to-fore; and then he wrote thus, as the French book maketh mention: Unto Sir Launcelot, flower of all noble knights that ever I heard of or saw by my days, I, Sir Gawaine, King Lot's son of Orkney, sister's son unto the noble King Arthur, send thee greeting, and let thee have knowledge that the tenth day of May I was smitten upon the old wound that thou gavest me afore the city of Benwick, and through the same wound that thou gavest me I am come to my death-day. And I will that all the world wit, that I, Sir Gawaine, knight of the Table Round, sought my death, and not through thy deserving, but it was mine own seeking; wherefore I beseech thee, Sir Launcelot, to return again unto this realm, and see my tomb, and pray some prayer more or less for my soul. And this same day that I wrote this cedle, I was hurt to the death in the same wound, the which I had of thy hand, Sir Launcelot; for of a more nobler man might I not be slain. Also Sir Launcelot, for all the love that ever was betwixt us, make no tarrying, but come over the sea in all haste, that thou mayst with thy noble knights rescue that noble king that made thee knight, that is my lord Arthur; for he is full straitly bestead with a false traitor, that is my half-brother, Sir Mordred; and he hath let crown him king, and would have wedded my lady Queen Guenever, and so had he done had she not put herself in the Tower of London. And so the tenth day of May last past, my lord Arthur and we all landed upon them at Dover; and there we put that false traitor, Sir Mordred, to flight, and there it misfortuned me to be stricken upon thy stroke. And at the date of this letter was written, but two hours and a half afore my death, written with mine own hand, and so subscribed with part of my heart's blood. And I require thee, most famous knight of the world, that thou wilt see my tomb. And then Sir Gawaine wept, and King Arthur wept; and then they swooned both. And when they awaked both, the king made Sir Gawaine to receive his Saviour. And then Sir Gawaine prayed the king for to send for Sir Launcelot, and to cherish him above all other knights. (Le Morte D'Arthur, Sir Thomas Mallory. book XXI, chapter II)

(vulgate IV, p139). honestly? no comment here. it speaks for itself. this bit is where the ship name remarkable comes from.

of course, this is by no means a comprehensive post, just moments i can remember off the top of my head. and a lot of this can be attributed to today's view of male homosociality and how it's changed since the middle ages, skewing our view of what could have been, by all means, a platonic relationship. however it is my personal belief and interpretation that they were in love <3 muah the end i hope you enjoyed. i tried my best to explain both story and cultural context the best i could without going into irrelevant detail...i hope this is enough!

[piercedfireman69-3]

After a couple of relationships, I opened up just for them to promise to never do it and end up doing it again... changes a man. Males him cold. Makes him an asshole...

[pinkxpantha]

New Years Resolutions

-Lyney x GN!Reader

#: synopsis- Lyney has a massive crush on you, and decides he needs you by his side before the year ends

#: cw- 1.9k words, you/they pronouns, lyney is kinda oblivious, kiss scene (brief) Lynette and Freminet mentioned, confession, ect ect I'm so tired 😭

Lyney is confident, charismatic and so many other positive adjectives according to himself and others. Yet why does it feel as though none of that matters when it comes to you?

You weren't some important figure, realistically, you didn't stand out from most crowds.

But why do you have to be so.. you?? Lyney isn't the type to get so overwhelmed when he sees someone smile that his heart stills in his chest. So unusually that the first time it happened he thought he was on death's doorstep.

And of course, it just had to be you to cause this feeling in him.

"ney--"

You always sparked such an unfamiliar experience in him. The novelties of life always had a touch of 'you' in them.

"Lyne--"

How could he ever dare to dream of a new day without you in it?

"Lyney, wake up."

"[Name]--" He quickly cut himself off at the sight of his sister deadpanning. She looked so done with him, and that was kind of warranted.

He cleared his throat, "Er-- Lynette." Lyney rubbed the sleep off his eyes as he looked up at her.

"This is starting to get concerning." She spoke, her voice as monotonous as always. He didn't miss the edge of worry in her tone.

His hands kneaded into the plush of the couch that he somehow fell asleep on.

"Lynette, that's a stretch. I know calling you-" "And freminet." "... and freminet by the wrong name on accident is annoying but it's nothing to be concerned about." He waved his hand in a placating gesture.

"I still recognize my wonderful sister and enthusiastic brother." Lyney nodded.

"Enthusiastic?" Lynette echoed, her arms folded into each other.

"You should see him ramble about some of the things he's found on his diving trips."

Lynette nodded in thought, "I see it, but that's not what i'm talking about."

What? That's the only unusual thing he's done recently. What is she talking about?

"--your painful crush on [Name]."

Oh.

That... makes a lot more sense.

"I know i'm not the best person to give you advice on this manner-- but you need to do something about it. We can see how much it's been affecting you--"

"Lynette, I appreciate your concern but i'm fine." He assured. It wasn't like Lyney was steeped in longing. You were just--- ugh. So many things reminded him of you. Could you really blame him when your absence felt like his oxygen was being deprived?

"You say that but how much longer are you going to wait?" Lynette said, her words pointedly accusing.

"..?"

"Are you going to wait for them to make the first move or until these feelings of yours bubble over?"

Lyney hesitated. Lynette's words seemed so direct, as though she was confronting a part of himself he hid under layers and layers of facades and empty promises.

"What are you so scared of?"

He doesn't want to lose you. A world where everything reminds him of a faded memory-- one he could never hope to experience again would feel like torture.

But this anemoia of what it feels like to wrap his hand around yours could become something real if he just made a move.

Lyney didn't need to say anything for his sister to understand what he was thinking. As if each thought was paved into the muscles of his forehead, and his act of stoicism only made the words more legible for her to read off him.

"Reach out, Lyney." She advised.

Lyney was many things, a fool might be one of them. He had a golden opportunity, and he'd be an absolute moron to ignore it.

Lyney has scrolled through way to many websites in the past twelve hours. He hopes nobody finds his search history in the moments of desperation he held.

Wikihow articles be damned--- he was going into the new years with you by his side.

How many romance related searches has he looked for? Good question, anyways. He would have to put is faith in those cookie-filled sites even as desperate as he was he wouldn't put any faith into Instagram, TikTok or god forbid Reddit.

Not to mention the hour he spent just rewriting one text.

'hey [name] r you doing anything for new years?'

'wanna celebrate new years w/ us?'

'pls come over I cant do this anhmore'

'are you doing anything? I want to spend new years with you'

Shit, he didn't mean to press send. He quickly went to delete the message only to see you just happened to read it at the same time.

So the world really does hate me.

'a and with freminet and Lynette too of course!! 11!'

Lyney quickly typed out that second message. He groaned, flinging his phone onto his bed, his head now stuffed in between the pillows cushioning the head.

Even as he felt the vibration of his phone from his embarrassed position on the bed, he made no movement to check.

Fear of rejection? No, this would kill him.

Maybe he was being dramatic-- yet he typed each letter with the yearning of a thousand starving lions, and like felt you would see how down bad he was through the screen.

Though when he eventually had to check his phone (because unfortunately he can't ignore everything) his siblings heard his cry of joy.

You agreed!

A few more texts were sent coordinating where you were going to meet up.

So there he was, right at the shore of one of the nearby beaches.

The dusky night made the sand look dark, almost muddy if not for the faint illumination of the stars. His siblings were already with him. Lynette preferring to rest by the car as to not feel the grains of sand somehow slipping under her feet. Freminet moving just where the sand and water met, his ankles getting splashed occasionally.

And then he saw you, dressed a lot warmer than he was, a scarf wrapped around your neck. Even in the shroud of darkness the first thing he saw were your eyes. The starlight glimmer made them shine so beautifully.

"You look like you're going to freeze."

A voice he recognized so well, too familiar to his heart.

"Hey [Nam]--" He cut himself off, fabric swiftly wrapped around his neck. He didn't even notice how cold it was until you made him feel so much warmer.

"There, you should stop shivering soon." You were so close to him-- he realized you were right, his hands were trembling at his sides.

Thank archons it's nighttime. He would hate to have you see how flustered he was, he could feel his face grow hot, and not from the scarf.

Get a grip!

He tried not to focus on the proximity of your faces, but he couldn't help it. You backed away from him with a chuckle, your head turned towards the ocean stretched out ahead.

"Thanks," he said, his gaze completely locked onto you. "I wasn't that cold." The breeze of night brushed against your face.

You turned back to face him.

"Hah, sure. I'll agree with that for now." You grinned

He blinked.

Why were you smiling like that? Your lips stretched to the risen corners of your mouth, the corners of your eyes crinkled just the slightest.

Curse all those sources saying to "Be confident" that might work for him if it was anybody else he was talking to.

"Are you cold?" Good save, Lyney. good save.

You shrugged, "I'll be fine."

"We could start a fire or something." He offered, only partially joking.

You let out a few breathy laughs, "once a pyromaniac, always a pyromaniac."

You both kept talking, walking along the beach, right next to each other. If you bothered to pay attention, you might've seen freminet and Lynette distance themselves as the clock ticked closer to twelve.

It wasn't long before you both were secluded, the only other person was each other.

Lyney checked his phone, '11:55' it read.

"Only five more minutes before the new years." He smiled as he spoke, his steps halting in the sand. The footprints you and he made all lead up to this right?

"You excited?"

He nodded, "I guess." Lyney took a deep breath, his priorities solely focused on you. You stopped next to him, moving in front just so you could see his face.

"What's on your new years resolution?" He asked. His hands stuffed in his pocket. His fingers traces barely around the edge of the paper.

"Probably just the usual, I haven't given much thought to it." You said, your hands rubbed against one another. "You?"

He hesitated-- no, he didn't have time to hesitate.

"I want to spend more time with my family,"

Freminet and Lynette came to mind, their faces were plastered all over his life, he'd be damned if they weren't there.

"I want to experience new things."

He thought of you, the warmth you brought into his life. His instincts craved the comforting heat of safety, of home. Each new thing he could cup in his hands always had that warmth since you taught him to appreciate these minuscule things.

"And.. I want to be with you."

He confessed, as soon as the words escaped his mind and into the atmosphere around you, he couldn't stop.

"[Name], you're too good to me. Each second I'm near you, I swear you've changed something fundamental in me. Even though it feels like I can't breathe, I've never felt more alive in those moments."

He looked up to face you, your eyes wide and gaping at him. His blonde hair messily fell down the side of his face as he looked up at you-- just you.

He grabbed your hands in his, raising your knuckles up to his lips, letting his warm breath sooth the cold that nipped at your fingers.

Even with the fireworks booming off in the distant areas. you were the only thing he focused on. You consumed all of his senses.

"I want to be yours this year." He said, his voice a mere whisper in the grand scheme of things.

But you weren't the type to look at a wide picture. Those small details, each individual brush stroke mattered to you. The sincerity of those words took you off guard.

His eyes were locked onto your face, his heart thrumming in his chest. Then you moved.

Your fingers slipped from his palm, cupping the sides of his face instead. The cold still clung to the tips of your fingers, but he didn't mind. He realized what was going to happen.

You leaned in, and so did he. Your lips slotting together in a mix of warmth and chill. He wasn't prepared for this, and he thought you weren't either.

Expecting the unexpected is a part of life though.

So even as your lips parted he swore he could still feel them on his, the warmth lingering.

"Happy new years." You said, your chest heaving with each breath you took.

Lyney was still in the past, hung up on the feeling of you.

"W-wait," He covered his mouth and nose with his hands, the tips of his fingers pressed against each other.

"You look flustered." You hummed, the circles of your cheeks risen in a smile.

"A-ah.. yeah." He only said in response.

Lyney was confident, and charismatic. When it came to you, he poured his confidence into his actions, his words left behind. He was charismatic, his words, although delayed, carried such sincerity. He acts complex.

"Could I kiss you?"

But he is a simple person.

[dexastres]

sweet melody, jude bellingham, part one

summary : elena wants revenge on her ex-boyfriend, who cheated on her, and jude will help her.

wc : 1083

Jude let out a long sigh. After a long and exhausting day, he had decided to go out with Aurélien and Eduardo. However, the young Englishman found the evening rather boring. He was sitting in his corner, drinking the drink a girl had offered him earlier. The taste disgusted him so much that he winced after every sip. But Jude couldn’t bring himself to throw it away, so he endured it until he couldn’t take it anymore.

After drinking a little more of this unidentifiable concoction, the young man put his glass on the table and looked around for his friends, but to no avail. He sighed again and stood up. This evening was a waste of time, and Jude would rather go home. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and texted his driver, asking if he could come and get him. Just as he was about to hit the “send” button, he bumped into someone. Both young men apologised and went their separate ways.

As Jude approached the bar, a group of girls passed by, and one of them caught his eye. She wore a navy-blue satin mini-dress that hugged her curves perfectly. She had the most radiant smile the Englishman had ever seen, and her hair cascaded down her back, swaying with every movement. A smile spread across his face. He couldn’t look away, mesmerised by her beauty. He could’ve stared at her for hours, days, even years without getting bored.

“Stunning. Dazzling. Magnificent.” Jude whispered as he sat on a stool while the young woman made her way to the dance floor with her friends. 

“I can stay a little longer” He thought before erasing the message he was about to send to his driver.

On the dance floor, Elena swept her eyes around the room, desperately searching for Alejandro, her ex, but he remained out of sight. She started to wonder if her friend didn’t come up with another plan to convince her to go out with them. After all, since her breakup with him, she rarely left her house, except for work and school.

Again tonight, the young woman planned to stay home and enjoy the fact that she would spend the weekend alone, since her parents were at her little brother’s tournament in another city. All she wanted was to eat ice cream while watching her favourite rom coms. However, her plans changed when she received a message from her friends saying they had seen him enter the nightclub with his friends. Elena dropped what she was doing, ran to her room, put on her prettiest dress, the one he loved most, and took the first taxi to the address her friends had given her.

Elena wanted to show Alejandro what he had lost and make him regret cheating on her. But as nerves set in, she began to second-guess her decision. She dreaded the moment she would see him, and thinking about him brought back painful memories. And now, she wanted to go back home and let the tears she’d been holding back for a while.

Alejandro was her first love—the person with whom Elena had shared countless memories, immense trust, and unconditional affection. She had given him her love, but what had she received in return? A broken heart and trust issues. The young woman hated herself for thinking he would be different from the others who tried to come into her life. She felt stupid for letting her guard down and regretted naively believing his promises. She hated him and wanted him out of her life, but he kept haunting her mind. 

“Will he talk to me if he sees me? Does he have a girlfriend? Does he think about me sometimes? No, I should stop thinking about him. I should enjoy the night. That’s why I’m here.” She thought and sighed.

Elena looked at her friends, they seemed to enjoy the evening without a care in the world. Dancing as if there were no tomorrow, letting the music guide their bodies with smiles. Despite all these people surrounding her on the dance floor, Elena had never felt so alone. Her vision became blurry, a tear rolled down her cheek, and another followed. She slipped away from the dance floor to lock herself in the nearest bathroom.

At the bar, Jude was chatting with the bartender, a friendly middle-aged man named Enrique, who was entertaining him with his crazy stories. The young man, with his glass of water in his hand, laughed heartily, almost forgetting his friends’ absence. 

“Hey, isn’t that the girl you’ve been looking at all evening?” Enrique asked, pointing to Elena as he wiped the counter. Jude quickly turned in her direction, but his mood shifted when she passed next to him. The young man’s brow furrowed. He sensed that something was wrong. She was staring at the floor, not wanting anyone to see the tears streaming down her face and ruining her makeup. Elena felt humiliated. She disliked showing vulnerability in front of people.

Before reaching the bathrooms, she bumped into someone. She apologised and looked up at the person in front of her. Her heart skipped a beat. Suddenly, everything around her fell silent. The music that filled the room had become background noise, dull and distant. Breathing had become complicated, and her tears turned into a torrent. She looked like a mess in front of him while he stood there in all his glory, looking down at her.

“Hey, Elena, it’s been a while. How are you?” She stared at him. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. The words she had just heard hung in the air, sharp, and cold.

“I like your dress, by the way. Did you wear it for me?” He asked, smirking. Elena blinked in disbelief. Her sadness turned into anger. She wanted to wipe the cocky smile off his face. She didn’t reply and pushed open the bathroom door, reminding herself of her initial reason for coming. She walked to the mirror, not caring about the two people making out in the first bathroom stall.

“If you think you can just come into my life and destroy everything, you’re mistaken, Alejandro. I’ll make you eat your words and all the things you’ve said to me. I’ll show you that I’m not just a stupid rag doll you can manipulate as you wish.” Elena said, wiping off her tears and reapplying lipstick.

"I'll get my revenge, one way or another."