#and the rest were either closed or said no

[okwonyo]

❛ YOU ARE MADE OF ANGEL DUST ❜

FORWORD. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌. 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋𝗌, 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒.

❪ 𝖯𝖱𝖤𝖢𝒾𝖲 ❫ prince!enhypen x princess!reader 12OO royalty au fluff domestic ⎯⎯disc. kissing petnames skinship reblogs ୨୧ feedbacks & daily

지아⠀⦂⠀ for @soov & you’ll like it if you like being called princess hehe

HEESEUNG

it is quite late for you when you hear things falling on your window. it doesn’t take much to understand that those said things are rocks, and it doesn’t take much time to understand who is throwing them either.

you open your window to see your prince under your balcony, well dressed and hair slicked back. from down there he mouths while he opens his arms, “come down,” and of course, “princess!”

you want to shout and tell him that he is ridiculous. that you already saw each other this afternoon and that there was no need to sneak out so late. be heeseung is heeseung, he loves risks almost as much as he loves you.

there is not a long thinking process before you find yourself sitting on your balcony’s barrier— trusting him enough to catch you. but he does.

with his arms around your tight as he holds you high, he greets you, “i missed you, baby,”

JAY

“c’mon,” he whispers, his thumb rubbing the skin under your eyes, wiping your shining tears. “a princess like you is too pretty to cry.”

the lightness in his tone makes smile. it makes the mood lighter, it makes you less sad. but everytime you look at his face, whenever your gaze falls on his lips, on his cheekbones, the bruises break your heart. you can feel his heartbeat underneath your palm as he holds your hand on his chest, “and a prince like you shouldn’t have scars.”

the prince’s sweet smile gets wider, contrasting with the obvious sadness and worry in his eyes. he look apologetic, even if he didn’t really do anything wrong.

“princess,” he starts. he cups your face in the most caring way you have ever seen, his keeps on your tears. “i have to fight for my people, for my friends, my family and for you.”

you only look at him in lieu of answering. the admiration in your eyes must be as obvious as your concern for your dear lover. your adoration for him grows even bigger when he adds, “and when it’ll be all over, i’ll always be yours.”

JAKE

his smile is utterly lovely when he declares, “let me help you, your majesty,” while offering is hand to you.

you accept without any hesitation but with much giggles. the prince helps you get on the beautiful brown horse standing in front of you both. his hand is your is delicate— you get up there being carefully observed and pampered.

“hold on tight, princess,” he smirks after settling in front of you. you wrap your arms around his chest with a smile on your lips and rest your head on his broad back.

“where are you taking me?” you question after a while, right after remembering where you were— you often get lost in his scent when he is around, forgetting everything around you.

“somewhere as beautiful as you are,” he responds, his voice vibrating in your heart. butterflies erupts in the pit of your stomach when you arrive at your destination. the sea stares right back at you widened eyes, in pure awe.

SUNGHOON

there isn’t enough words to describe how it makes you feel whenever the prince asks you to dance with him. although, it is never the first time— you dance with him since the day you knew how to walk. he is the one you learned how to dance properly with.

everytime he takes your hand in his, then he holds your lower back, that it pulls you close— you always feel an overwhelming feeling of attraction. as if your soul is being pulled towards him.

he must know, how it makes you feel. you know it. because ever since puberty hit him, he is not afraid— in front of the heavy eye of everyone— to whisper something in your ear. right after making you twirl in your long dress.

“don’t be shy, princess,” he says next to your ear. his breath is always so hot against yours. this added to this public display of affection in public makes you blush.

you close your eyes, well too shy to even look st the people are you. he holds you close as you both dance, “it’s only you and me when we dance.”

SUNOO

“follow me,” is all that he says. although, he takes your wrist in his hand and drags you behind him, not giving you much choice, you do follow him.

you don’t say much, just admiring his back as he brings you to the garden behind the palace. he carefully avoids his maids and yours as well— the place is quite crowded today, especially since you had lunch together.

he loosen his grip on your wrist after arriving at his destination. you miss his touch immediately but the way he smiles at you makes you forget about everything you have ever known.

you are too starstruck to acknowledge him walking to get behind you. the cold material on your exposed skin makes you shiver, earning a gasp out of you. you touch it, you feel the pearls against your fingertips.

“i hope you like it,” he tells you right next to your ear. “this necklace has been in my family for generations.”

JUNGWON

you wipe your head to your room’s door as soon as it opens in a swift movement. your maid seems enthusiastic, red in the face like she ran all the way to your room, “your majesty! prince jungwon has arrived.”

you almost get dizzy with how fast you get up from the couch. your heart beats well too fast for you to even say anything. the only thing you can do is to, with a heavy breath, look at the palace’s portail from your balcony.

you see the horses and the carriage. those are things you recognize far too well, too used to waiting for his return from travels all over the world and his visits to your kingdom.

in a heartbeat, you hold your dress and start ruminating out of your room. then you run down the hallway, get down the stairs at the same speed. you may bump into a few people and your shoes echo in the entire palace as you run to the door.

you are out of breath and your legs hurt but you don’t mind. when you finally get to reach him, when you feel his arms embracing you and his scent all over the place— you forget about it all. his hold you tight, even making your feet leave the floor, “my princess.”

RIKI

a cool breeze washes over your body. it caresses your skin, soothes your soul as well as his fingers in your hair. eyes closed, your head on his laps, laying on the green ground.

“i hope that we can get married soon,” is the first words he pronounces after a while. you think that you must be dreaming— he has never said something like this before. maybe he thought about it, but he never said it.

and it’s not like you are surprised. you are supposed to marry him one day, it has always been a known fact. but he has never told you that he wanted to, that he hoped.

you open your eyes. and it’s like waking up from a dream. the sun shines behind his head, he looks down at you with such love that it makes you want to cry. “what?” is all you manage to say— with a smile making its way to your lips.

he takes your hand in his and brings it to his mouth. his lips are soft as he kisses your knuckles, “i want you to be mine forever.”

taglist open + net— @sgz-net

[hitomisuzuya]

Hiii! hope you're doing well❣️

In some recent fic you mentioned scara having a bit of separation anxiety and now i cant unsee it...

Id like to request a very fluffy and a little angsty fic (some nsfw is ok too ^^) where he's been away from us, and since he feels down we make a surprise visit 🥹

I hope it wasnt too confusing...

scaramouche x fem!reader. fluff. some angst. some smut.

this request🥰 i hope the level of smut is okay.

scaramouche hates being away from you like he hates sweets. he loathes it. he despises it. you are what makes the world look a little less gray to him. it makes him very anxious being away from you.

a selfish part of him feels a little resentful for a moment at how nice you are. you'd gone away to help a friend as moral support for a few days. he understood that. he likes how disgustingly caring you are, but why did you have to always go and be so nice all the time?

if you had just said no, and not been so nice then you could be here with him instead. and he wouldn't be in his incredibly foul mood.

sighing, he picks up his phone and looks at the time restlessly. it was already so late, and you no doubt would be asleep. he decided to try and mess around on his phone in an attempt to take his mind off his anxiety.

these attempts usually are to no avail. anything he did, he couldn't stop thinking about you. how much he misses you and wishes you are here with him. he couldn't even play video games because it just wasn't the same without you. you wouldn't be there next to him praising him and calling him amazing when he did well. or encouraging him when he got pissy about something in the game.

he settled on reading your text messages. it was a little comfort to him because those typed words had come from you, your fingers had done the typing and your thoughts had put the words together. however, reading them just made him miss you more.

scoffing, scaramouuche rests his head back against the wall, tossing his phone on his bed next to him. he cringes for a moment thinking it was going to bounce off the bed and on to the floor.

the absolute last thing he needs is to break his phone. then he wouldn't be able to talk to you at all.

relived to see that it hadn't clattered to the floor, he let the quiet of his room settle around him. maybe he turned on the tv and left it at a low volume he would be able to fall asleep eventually? he supposes the sooner he falls asleep, the sooner he can wake up to a good morning text message from you.

he freezes as his phone vibrates. hastily, he grabs it and almost couldn't believe what he read. it is a text from you that says: 'can you come let me in? it's kind of really cold out here🥺'

"shit!" he hissed, and practically fell getting out of bed. he scrambled downstairs and to the front door. were you really here?! life had better pray it wasn't fucking with him. that this wasn't some dream he was having. did he fall asleep without realizing it?

he unlocked and opened the door. there you were, standing there while snowflakes swirled around you. there was only one way he could be sure that this was real.

he grabs your wrist and pulls you to him. wrapping his arms around you, he kicks the front door closed and is immediately greeted with the relief that he could feel the warmth of your body on his as your body settles against him.

his arms tighten around you. you are actually here.

"i missed you," you greet, putting your arms around him. "i pulled some strings and came back early," you nuzzle your cheek on his chest. you didn't like being away from him, either.

"i knew you couldn't stay away from me," he teases, smirking as he watches the cute, flustered blush color your cheeks. as vulnerable as he feels, he is also more than a little scared you would see him as weak.

"i couldn't," you reply, smiling softly up at him. you always miss him just as much as he misses you. chuckling, put his finger under your chin and tilts your head up.

the moment that your lips met his, he knows he doesn't have to be scared of you seeing him this vulnerable. you understood him. you are patient with him. you are entirely accepting of his many quirks. you miss him. nobody ever misses him.

but he could feel it in your kiss. in the way you sweetly open your mouth for his tongue. in the way you shiver in his arms as he runs the tip of his tongue on the sensitive roof of your mouth. in the way you moan softly as he deepens the kiss, his hands wandering on your body.

scaramouche fully intended to pin you against the wall of the hallway and start taking off your clothes while he kissed you, but your hand dips down between his legs to cup his erection outside his jeans. he groans as you palm and rub his cock, feeling his back rest against the wall.

it didn't help that some of your text messages to him had been very dirty. scaramouche knew he could just jack off, but that wouldn't cut it. it would only make his cock ache more, and he would miss you even more. he needed you. so so badly.

it's been really, really rough for him.

"let me take care of you now, scara," you said, your lips hovering over his as you unbutton his jeans. he shudders as you free his cock from his confines, and wrap your hand around it. you pump your hand up and down on his pulsing cock, rnassaging your thumb on his leaking cockhead.

a loud moan sounds from scaramouche as he rests his head against the wall, rutting into your hand. it felt so fucking good on his cock that it was overwhelming for him. you brush your knuckles over the vein that bulges to the surface.

"oh fuck, i missed you. i missed you so fucking much," his moan is tinged with a soft whimper, his cock throbbing in your hand. putting a hand on the back of your head, he kisses you. tangling his fingers in your hair, his teeth bit at your lips, his tongue curling and gliding against yours.

his lips linger on yours for as long as they could before scaramouche suddenly tore his mouth from yours. he couldn't stop the string of loud moans that tore from his throat as you increase the pace of your hand.

"oh fuck," he hisses, rutting more urgently into your hand. you gently twist your hand, squeezing his cock in anyway that made him see stars. he shakes as cum spurts into your hand.

"i'm really glad you are back," he moans shakily, losing himself in the pure bliss of your hand stroking his cock through his orgasm.

"like i said, darling," you press a soft kiss on his lips, "i just couldn't stay away."

[bunny-jpeg]

sinful sentences (nine)

charles leclerc - "you can be a bit rougher if you want."

tags: smut/pwp, loss of virginity/first time, slow & gentle sex, praise (kink), kink discovery, (slight) hair pulling, protected sex

sinful sentences catalogue

"charles, you didn't have to do all of this for me." you cupped his face while he held your waist. he smiled at you, a look of mischief in his eyes as he took in your expression. you were far from familiar to having a partner who showered you in so much affection.

in the bedroom was a bouquet of flowers on the nightstand. beautiful roses and sunflowers - a personal favourite of yours. you smiled in the directions of them before you turned back to your lover. he kissed you on the lips gently.

"i wanted to make tonigh special. considering." he winked at you. tonight you were giving your virginity to charles leclerc.

you had been dating for charles for about three months. that wasn't a long time on paper, but you had found yourself struck with the feeling that you had known charles for years. you both met at an event where you were representing your company and he was there for ferrari. what was supposed to be a few photo-ops and some finger foods turned into the two of you laughing at each other's jokes and his hand slowly reaching over yours on the bar.

it was quite a shock when you eventually told him that you were a virgin. and you wanted to 'save yourself' for someone special. you had little interest in hook-ups and while virginity was a silly construct. you didn't want to be with a man who had a fetish for 'tainting' you. you wanted it to be special, and loving. a certain sweetness and romance that you desired.

and charles, the prince charming he was, wanted to give you that in spades. he closed the door to the bedroom and his hands were quick on you. he felt you up as he got you out of your button up shirt. he licked his lips at the sight of your breasts on display.

he had folders after folders of your beautiful naked body, but to touch your warmed skin, felt like something else. and if the photos excited you, then he was over the moon with his large hands on your curves. he said quietly, "you're beautiful. beyond beautiful, you are without words.... i am lucky to call you mine."

"you flirt." you said as you took him by the face and kissed him deeply on the lips. he moaned into the kiss and felt a particular throb of love in his chest as he got your shirt off your shoulders.

"only for you, my love." he said and you started to help him get you undressed. by the time you were in just your ankle socks, he already had his shirt off and looked hot. just as he had a collection of photos of you, you had a large collection of photos of him. you knew every inch of charles. but to place your hand on his toned chest made your heart race. he leaned in to place another heated kiss on your lips which only made you feel the immense love he had for you.

you were like a piece of his heart taken human form, you completed him when you were near. and he wanted to make your intimacy special. he wanted to feel close to you, and it excited you. you kissed once more and the rest of his clothes were shed. along with your socks. you both ended up on the bed with charles on top of you. his hands planted on either side of your head as he went in for a heated kiss.

"more beautiful than any flower." he said, "and smarter than anyone i know. you are quite honestly perfect for me. thank you for letting me have you, all of you. i would've waited a lifetime to have you this way." he kissed your hand lovingly as his cock remained painfully erect. he was needy, he was only human. but he didn't want to force himself onto you, make you feel pressured to fuck him.

he was a good boyfriend and he wanted to respect your decisions. but he couldn't help but be aroused by the feel of you, the sight of your lovely body. it was only natural for him to want you.

you blushed a little bit and laid out for your lover. you watched him grabbed a condom from the nightstand. you swallowed with anticipation. you watched him get it on and you tried to help get your hips raised slightly to meet his hips.

"are you ready, my love?" he asked, "do you want me to have you? all of you, please. i need to hear you say those words." his condom-covered cock was up against your slit.

you looked into his green eyes and nodded, "take me, charles. take all of me." and watched him smile before he slowly sank into you. you tensed for a moment before you relaxed and let the feeling of him fill you. it was different, but it left you sexual excited.

he started to move against you. he checked in, "how are you feeling? is it too much or are you doing okay? i need to hear your words, my love." his tone was reassuring and it left you feeling hot all over.

you nodded.

"your words, my love. use them." he said softly as he held onto the covers under you as he moved against you. his eyes flickered to the flowers on the bedside table before he looked back at you, "tell me."

you swallowed and spoke as the movements kept their steady pace, "it feels amazing, charles. you feel... great! i've never felt anything like this before. it feels strange, but in a good way!" you could feel your ears grow hot with slight embarrassment as your boyfriend moved against you.

"that is what i like to hear. sex is only fun when everyone is having a good time." he leaned in a little further and picked up his pace, the pleasure was like warm gold in his blood as he rocked against you, "you feel amazing, like nothing else. you are so special to me. i am glad i can make you feel good."

you felt the pleasure yourself, it was quite the feeling. you were so used to pleasuring yourself, so to get it from another person was exciting and new. it made your toes curl at the feeling as he worked himself up against you.

you two felt perfect together. the bed creaked under your movements as he thrusted in and out of you. he never fully pulled out, but he could see that his cock was slick with your wetness. and it was an arousing sight for him.

"my love."

"charles, fuck." you exhaled deeply and let the pleasure course through you. you liked the feeling, the feeling of his love against you. it was a nice feeling, the kind that made your heart hammer faster. it was a rush unlike anything else you had ever experienced, "you can be a bit rougher if you want."

"my love." he said softly, "i'm worried i'll hurt you. the last thing i want is for you to be in pain." he placed a kiss at the corner of your mouth, "but i will give it a try. for you. this is about you."

his pace quickened and the euphoria grew. his paces were harder as well, which only added to the immense want in your body. it was hot. it was a level beyond hot, you could feel the sweat in your body.

"holy, fuck, charles." you exhaled deeply as he continued to move against you. he bullied his cock into you at just the right angle that you could feel the snaps of pleasure reach your brain. it was intense in a way that made you feel amazing.

"you feel like heaven, my angel." he purred as he continued to move against you. he was happy that you were feeling amazing, he felt the same way. he made sure that his thrusts hit all the right angles that made your back arch a little bit.

"charles, i love you." you panted, "felt nothing like this before." you shifted under him as the pleasure mounted in your body. you clutched the covers and looked into his lovely green eyes. you felt further excitement in your body.

"and i love you." he said, he felt the feeling of climax wash through his body. the feeling was intense as he moved against you. his pace was strong and it left your core shaken.

"i'm close." you said softly and it only made him move faster. eager to make you climax. you tightened your hold on his waist with your legs. you arched your back a little and charles kissed you deeply once more. the feeling was erotic, the two of you fucked together passionately. you loved it, you loved him.

"cum for me, my love." charles said lowly, "finish for me. i want to hear it, feel it. i want all of you." he said with utter affection as he moved against you. he watched you climax and felt the intense feeling through your body as you pussy clenched around him. it was heated.

you relaxed against the bed with the after glow of pleasure, you panted heavily as your lover continued to move against you. he felt the heaviness of lust through him as he admired your form. he licked his lips at the sight of you and you did the same. it was erotic, hot in a way that left both of your needy. charles chased his pleasure with heavy thrusts, he chased after his need for you with staggered thrusts of his hips. he felt the want course through him just as it did you.

a few more heavy thrusts and he finished inside of you. he pushed all the way to the base and came. the condom protected both of you and it left him feeling near dizzy. his pace became sloppy as he fucked you though climax.

when he stopped, he looked down at you and broke into a lazy grin before you leaned up to kiss him on the lips deeply. it was tender and loving, it was caring in a way that made you feel safe. when he pulled out, he admired you. his limp cock twitched a little at the sight of you. blissed out and sweaty from his doing.

from the love he gave you. it was amazing, you both felt incredible. you loved it. you kissed once more with such tenderness that it warmed your soul as you both got cuddled in bed together. he held you, and loved you with kisses while you both basked in the feeling of post orgasmic bliss.

he asked, "how was that?"

"amazing."

"good, go-" then was placed on his back with you pinning him down by his shoulders. he looked at you with wide eyes for a moment and before you could say anything. you kissed him once more. he melted into the kiss.

when you broke away, you gazed at him. you broke into a smile as you said, "we're not done, charles... there's a lot i want to try." and suddenly charles was happy that he bought the value pack of condoms. because he had a feeling they'd all be used by the end of tonight. <3

[dulcet-aurora]

buddy holly . tim drake x reader ⸼ ࣪ ✿ ❛ i don't care what they say about us anyway. ❜

❪ in which. ❫ while beloved by the press, you and your boyfriend are an odd sight side by side. but ever since your world of pink chiffon and kitten heels met his of baggy zip ups and wrinkled track pants, the two of you have learned not to care.

⸼ ࣪ ✿ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔. paparazzi being annoying, implication of the reader having long-ish hair, weezer references. ⸼ ࣪ ✿ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕. 0.7k. ⸼ ࣪ ✿ 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒔. @di-lucss, @ephemerensis, @dollishmehrayan, @aangelinakii. ⸼ ࣪ ✿ 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆'𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒓. i wrote this in geo instead of doing my assignment and now i have a pound of homework :( but unfortunately the tim x girly girl!reader agenda must be spread because we know tim has a thing for the fashionistas... steph + kon do not play with how they look and i fear reader won't either.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝒕im's eyes met yours in the bathroom mirror, the rim of fluorescent lights circling you and your boyfriend's reflection as he tied a satin ribbon into your hair. he gave you a cheesy smile, which you responded to with a small kiss motion of your lips. his nimble fingers brushed against your neck with care as his meticulous hands fashioned the strip of fabric into a bow. your freshly manicured nails adorned your hands, which cradled a gold pocket mirror as the other applied a sheen of glittery lip gloss to your plush lips.

a warm palm was gently placed on your shoulder blades as tim finished with the ribbon, laying a tender kiss on your neck. "all done, lovely," he mumbled against your skin. his hands slid down to hold your waist, his fingers pressing into your stomach clad in pink chiffon.

"thank you, pretty," you said back softly, closing your mirror with a gentle snap as your brush applied a final coat of gloss to your lips. tim's dimples dotted his cheeks as he smiled. the nickname made his cheeks flush a soft shade of pink, the same color of your dress dusting against his face.

he looked back up at the mirror, seeing the reflection of him and you in the mirror. there was you, his stunning, perfect, lovely girl who looked like a porcelain doll from the 1950s with your big eyes and fifty shades of pink, nails tipped with plastic bows resting on coats of pink. hair done in perfect pretty curls that fell down your chest tied with soft ribbons and fancy clibs. then there was him, hair tousled like he'd just rolled out of bed, wrinkled black jeans low on his hips paired with a collared shirt beneath a gray zip-up.

the media ate up the contrast between the two of you— in more ways than one. the tabloids loved to slam both of you with subtle insults, quietly criticizing your "obsession" with dressing up and accusing you of being eye candy, and tim's "unprofessionalism" and inability to look nice for his girlfriend.

"aren't we the pair," he said, his words tainted with sunshine. his smile made his eyes sparkle, the rim of light around the mirror reflecting in his deep blue irises.

"we're like lola and bugs," you giggled, your nails turning up to face the mirror as you cupped your hands over your mouth in a little pose.

"buddy holly and mary tyler moore," he added, kissing your temple as delicately as he could, not wanting to mess up your hair. "even though they were never actually involved. can you believe that, lovely? weezer might just be enemy propaganda for planting that into our heads."

your eyebrows furrowed as the gears in your head turned to understand, not knowing jack shit about weezer and their involvement with brainwashing but having an inkling about the song your lover liked. "really?"

"nope," he said, rubbing his fingers along your hip. "she was married and he died."

"oh," you blinked. "that one article was stupid, then."

tim chuckled at the memory of one headline that deemed the two of you "this generation's buddy holly and mary tyler moore". "wasn't it?" he agreed.

"it's refreshing," you said thoughtfully. "because you know i'm yours, and i know you're mine, and the press is stupid."

"three eternal things," tim whispered softly, spinning you around gently by your waist so you faced him. his eyes were like portals to his soul and he let you right in, gazing lovingly at your pretty face, pretty eyes, pretty cheeks, pretty hair, pretty lips. pretty, pretty, pretty. he cupped your jaw tenderly and pressed a soft kiss to your nose, one of the only spots on your face that didn't have makeup on so he didn't risk messing it up.

"but you don't need to worry about that. i don't care what they say about us, anyway," he said, his thumb gently rubbing against your cheek. "it's always been us. you and me. lola and bugs. just the two of us. the press doesn't have a place here."

"three's a crowd," you said, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing yourself against him, leaving the media and opinions of others with no room between his cotton zip-up and your chiffon, the contrast becoming one as tim brought you in for a kiss.

© dulcet-aurora 2025.

[venusbyline]

Rhaenyra Targaryen — Dear Half-sister

— summary: Being in an affair with a Targaryen bastard was not a surprise either, even if her firstborn Jacaerys thought otherwise. What bothered the Queen was knowing that she was fucking with her own sister. Half-sister, if the first word could ease the weight of that entire complexity.

— pairing: Rhaenyra Targaryen x dragonseed!reader

— type: smut, dark

— word count: 2.1k

— tags/warnings: Femslash February, female!reader, dark!Rhaenyra, Targaryen bastard!reader, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, rape/non-con, Targcest (older sister/younger sister), dubcon, oral (female receiving), dry humping, body worship, pussy worship, degradation, rough sex, rough oral, age gap (older woman/younger woman), Rhaenyra is 37 and Reader is 23, implied cheating, infidelity, punishment, toxic relationship, ambiguous/open ending, face-slapping, violence, crying, dacryphilia, cum licking, curse words, brothel worker mentioned, minor Rhaenyra Targaryen/Daemon Targaryen, bisexual!Rhaenyra, bisexual(?)!reader, dom!Rhaenyra, sub!reader, canon divergence, porn with plot. no use of y/n, english is not my first language.

— author's notes: Welcome to the first Friday of Femslash February ❤️❤️ I hope you like it!

❥ about me • Rhaenyra masterlist • HOTD masterlist • main masterlist

— crossposting: AO3

Rhaenyra did not know what was happening with her mind when she forced you, a dragonseed, to warm her bedsheets more often than her own husband had done before Visenya's pregnancy.

Not that she was someone known for purity and chaste routine. The Queen was the exact opposite of that, she had always been way ahead of her time when it came to sex. The night Daemon took her to see a brothel, he told her that there was nothing wrong with wanting or feeling pleasure. Even though it was something said many years ago, when she was nothing more than a spoiled princess and desperate for a little bit of adventure, Rhaenyra kept her uncle's words like a mantra.

There was nothing wrong with wishing pleasure. There was nothing wrong with feeling pleasure.

But Rhaenyra knew what was happening between the two of you was wrong. Cheating on Daemon was the least worst of the problems, considering he had not sent any news during all that time at Harrenhal. Being in an affair with a Targaryen bastard was not a surprise either, even if her firstborn Jacaerys thought otherwise.

What bothered the Queen was knowing that she was fucking with her own sister.

Half-sister, if the first word could ease the weight of that entire complexity.

This whole weird affair started due to Rhaenyra's past anger. She accepted very well all the Targaryen bastards as her allies. She questioned their stories, wanting to know more about their lives so she could try to trust them better.

She had gotten close to some of them too.

However, there was you. The girl who made her roll her eyes every time your gazes met.

It was no surprise when she called you to the room where the Small Council meetings were held. The Queen pestered you more than her other allies, always demanding too much and always cursing your smallest mistakes...

"Did you order my presence here, Your Grace?" Your voice echoed between the big walls, hands behind your back after being brought there by one of the royal guards.

Rhaenyra lifted her head to look at you. She was sitting in her chair, fingers crossed and elbows resting on the table, as if she was not only analyzing you from top to bottom, but was also pondering the future talk before your arrival.

The knight left as soon as she gestured and told him to leave her alone with you. You raised an eyebrow at the sound of the doors closing. No face-to-face lecture by the Queen had been given without any guards nearby, but you knew that their only concerns were for the Rhaenyra's safety anyway.

"Hello, dear half-sister." The sneer from her rosy lips winced your body and skin. "Sit down, please." She pointed to the next chair.

Without another choice, you nodded silently and walked over to Rhaenyra. The nickname said in such a mocking tone made your stomach twist, a mix of worry and disgust.

As soon as you sat down next to her, the Queen's gaze went from your face to your body, noticing your specific clothes. "Were you flying with Vermithor?" After the confirmation, Rhaenyra remained silent for a while. "I see. It is good to create some kind of bond with our dragons, it will be very useful during the war."

"I suppose so."

Silence hung between the two of you for a few more moments. Those minutes felt like an eternity. You chose to keep your sight focused on random parts of the table, and it was empty of anything that could explain why the Queen had demanded a private conversation. "Did I do something wrong?"

You finally allowed yourself to ask, and Rhaenyra's violet eyes widened with slight surprise. Clearing her throat then, she shook her head. "No, you did not." She mumbled with no enthusiasm, looking down at her own hands, a hint of embarrassment blushing her pale cheeks. "Not this time."

You sighed frustrated due to the lack of explanation, somewhat rebellious act before the ruler — and your half-sister. "So what do you want to talk about?"

Rhaenyra did not seem to pay attention to your discreet impatience, or at least she did not seem to care about that. She just took a deep breath, drumming her fingers on the huge wooden furniture, thinking about how approaching the topic she wanted to discuss. Finally her voice came out hoarse and serious. "You know I do not appreciate your existence very much."

Ignoring the pang inside your heart at the too honest way she expressed her disgust, you just hummed, which caused Rhaenyra to deep breath again. "I am not trying to humiliate you." Despite the calm voice, she shook her leg uneasily, waiting for you to argue. When it did not come, she snorted. "Well, I do not appreciate your existence, but I need your help to—"

"Why?"

The unsolicited question caught her off guard. "What do you mean?" She replied with a frown, but already predicting what you wanted to know.

"Why do you hate me, Your Grace?" You repeated, finally surrendering to the thoughts that plagued your mind. "I have never done anything bad to you, I am doing well with my duties in your army and—"

Rhaenyra's hand went straight to your chin, grabbing it without any warning and forcing you to face her, despite your racing heart telling you to try back away. "And what did you expect? That I would be happy to have another sibling? Four of them are trying to kill me, I do not need one more for the list."

As much as her nails were digging into your skin with rage, there was a vulnerability behind that whole reaction, something she should not be showing around you or anyone else.

"Turning me against Your Grace does not make any sense..." The pain in your voice was clear.

Rhaenyra let out a mocking laugh. "I do not trust you. I met you just a few weeks ago, I did not even know about your existence before you appeared here along with the other dragonseeds."

"You do not trust me because you still do not know me, or because you really do not want to trust me?" You scoffed for the first time, making Rhaenyra's jaw clenched. "My apologies for my tone, My Queen, but both of us know the real reasons why you do not like me. It is because King Viserys fucked my mother and—"

Before you could finish your sudden outburst, Rhaenyra had already tangled her hands in your silver hair, the sounds of the two chairs falling when she stood up and lifted you with her. Your scalp ached, the growled sentences she said next becoming nothing more than annoying ringing in your ears after the rough slap she gave you in the face, echoing in your eardrum like an agony.

The confusion inside your mind was immediately interrupted when Rhaenyra forced you to kneel on the floor. Your bones hitting the floor did not disturb the queen. Actually, she enjoyed your fear and how your eyes blinked through the pain, trying to understand what was happening. She kept one hand in your strands, while the other began to undo the ties on her black and red dress.

It was not a quick process, she only had one hand to get rid of the clothes. However, she was already wearing just her corset over the linen chemise when you were able to see properly. "For the Gods' sake, what are you—"

Rhaenyra pushed your head closer to the fabric of the chemise, muffling your voice and scaring you due to the abrupt action and due to what you felt afterwards. The cloth was so thin that you felt your nose touching her clit, the sweet smell that you could not identify until the Queen's deep voice ordered another thing. "Lift my dress and eat me out."

"W-What?"

Rhaenyra snorted at your stupid doubt. She could not understand how you did not know what she was wanting. You were kneeling on the floor, with your face slapped, her fingers buried in your head and with her swollen pearl so close to your face. "I said... Eat me out. Right now."

You did not have any chance to open your mouth to argue or refuse the tempting yet macabre offer. Rhaenyra was already rubbing her needy cunt against your face, the fabric of her underwear helping to get wet each time she moved faster and harder. Your hands wanted to grab her thigh tightly to get her away, to get yourself away from that confusing position that you did not even have time to process.

At one point, you were arguing with the half-sister who hated you. At one point, you could see her fury when you considered speaking badly about her father — the father of both of you.

And now, a few minutes later, you were on your knees like a dog, the reddish mark from her violence on your skin, as well as the marks from the nails that bruised your cheeks. You were not moving a single muscle, barely able to think about something coherent while Rhaenyra turned your brain into jelly, the stain on the white linen causing a musky smell every time Rhaenyra moved her hips back and forth, dry humping with the help of the tip of your nose.

You did not even have to do anything for a while. Rhaenyra soon growled, keeping her fist firm in the silver strands of your hair, using her free fingers to lift her own chemise.

"Have you ever seen one of these or are all your clients men?" The older woman scoffed, cruelty towards your former work explicit in the words.

You had seen many different bodies over the years as a prostitute, including female bodies. However, none of them compared to Rhaenyra's body. Even though you could not see so much due to the clothing covering her waist upwards, you could admire some specific parts. The lower part of her stomach was not plain, it was smooth but also flabby, white streaks marking across her milky skin, indicating how her body adapted to six different pregnancies. As were her thighs, which were quite thick and also with stretch marks that highlighted the mature beauty.

And her cunt was the prettiest one. A true Realm's Delight. It was kinda plump and fleshy, covered with a layer of blonde wavy hair, rosy inner lips escaping a little from her outer lips. You were tempted to stick your tongue out and lick up the sweet drops, but you composed yourself.

Rhaenyra knew you would never deny her desires again, and both of you knew you needed each other. You needed Rhaenyra's acceptance and she needed you as an ally. Perhaps even something more, like a paramour.

She hated understanding where your stubborn personality came from. At the same time, you seemed so loyal to her right to the Iron Throne. You were her half-sister. You are a Targaryen, but not just any Targaryen.

Every time Rhaenyra looked at you, she was tormented by the fact that you were so much younger than her. Only one year older than her enemy, her half-brother. The Usurper. She was fourteen years older than you, the girl she was now practically forcing to lick every drop of her, your tongue paying special attention to the swollen and sensitive bud, the loud moans echoing off the walls, wet noises of her cunt being graced by a dragonseed's tongue too.

At that moment, Rhaenyra Targaryen no longer cared if you were a whore before all of that. She no longer cared if her father had spent his mourning time in brothels, fucking some cheap woman who had mothered an unknown child. At that moment, Rhaenyra did not care if your existence angered her often, if Daemon would be jealous about the cheating, if Jacaerys would find it disgusting if he found out. She did not remember why she demanded your presence there.

All that mattered to Rhaenyra was cumming into your soft mouth, holding your head between her legs until she was rubbing herself against your face to prolong the eager release.

"Not bad, little sister..." Rhaenyra cleared her throat, her voice breathless, cheeks flushed and chest heaving. She watched you kneel on the floor, your pretty face blushed and glowing with her cum.

"Thank you, Your Grace."

Your trembling voice and the embarrassed tears in the corners of your eyes made Rhaenyra enjoy it more. All that mattered to her from that moment on was keeping the affair for as long as she wanted, even if it was humiliating for you or even if you did not want that.

After all, you were just a Targaryen bastard who was never legitimized. It was impossible to disobey the orders and wishes of the rightful Queen.

[skzdelf]

Rockstar | Hwang Hyunjin

⭑ PAIRING: Hwang Hyujin x f.reader

⭑ CONTENT: Guitarrist!Hyunjin - Singer!reader - Band!Au - Drummer!Felix - Bassist!Bangchan

⭑ SYNOPSIS: Hyunjin, the talented guitarist of a rising rock band, lives life on the edge, captivating the hearts of fans both on stage and behind the scenes. Watching him flirt and hook up with fans breaks your heart, but you hide your feelings behind your close friendship. One night, frustrated and jealous, you confront him.

⭑ WARNING: Panic attack - Jealousy - mention of drugs - slightly smut - swearing

⭑ WORDCOUNT: 3k (3000)

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Fever Bloom, the high school band you put together with your best friend and, at the time, a few strangers from neighboring classes who, like you and your friend, needed extra credit to pass a class, was just minutes away from playing its biggest show yet.

For some reason, the band had gained quite a bit of attention, which allowed all of you to keep going and reach where you were today.

Although everyone was very talented at what they did, whether it was singing or playing one or multiple instruments, you still couldn’t quite understand how, two years after finishing high school, you were about to perform with the band in a venue with a capacity of up to 6,000 people.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t nervous, because, damn, you were absolutely scared out of your mind.

You’d had enough rehearsals that the night before, you’d been relaxed enough to get a good night’s sleep; but peeking through the curtain to look at the audience had been the worst idea you’d ever had.

Your bandmates were already on stage, either walking around or settling into their spots, as the curtain would rise and the show would begin in just 20 minutes.

A tightness started building in your chest, your breathing grew unsteady, and sweat began to bead on your skin. You tried to keep your composure in front of your bandmates so they wouldn’t worry.

But Hyunjin, your best friend, already holding his guitar, set his eyes on you. After so many years of friendship, it was no surprise that you were an open book to him—especially with your face being so expressive all the time.

Whether you were happy, annoyed, angry, sad, or surprised, you could always express your feelings through your facial expressions, even if you tried to hide it.

You met his eyes, but you couldn’t make out his expression clearly due to the tears welling up in yours, blurring your vision. Quickly, you looked away and rushed backstage.

You could faintly hear the sound of his boots behind you as the world began spinning around you.

You stumbled into what you assumed was the dressing room—luckily, you were right—and quickly went to a corner of the room, hugging yourself tightly as you tried to steady your breathing.

You heard the door open again in the distance. Your eyes were closed, and your head was tilted slightly back, but the oxygen just wasn’t reaching your lungs.

Suddenly, warmth flooded your back as a pair of lean but muscular arms wrapped around you. He rested his head on your shoulder as yours fell against his chest.

“Easy, I’m here with you,” Hyunjin murmured in a low whisper, his lips brushing your ear as his hands gently stroked your arms.

Panic attacks didn’t happen often, but when they did, Hyunjin was usually there to comfort you and help you calm down.

You shook your head, unable to say a word. A sigh escaped your lips, and your trembling hands reached for his, squeezing them as if to make sure he was there, to reassure yourself you weren’t alone.

“I need you to breathe, okay? Just, focus on my voice. I’m right here; I’m not leaving you,” he continued, speaking words of support while holding you in his arms, radiating warmth and concern.

A couple of tears fell from your eyes as, little by little, you began to hear your surroundings clearly again and started breathing, weakly and in short, uneven breaths.

You could feel Hyunjin’s racing heartbeat against your ear. You hated putting him in these situations; you didn’t like worrying him, and you didn’t like showing such vulnerability to him.

“Th-thank you,” you whispered in a shaky breath, adjusting your posture and gently releasing his hands.

“We can delay the show if that’s what you need, until you feel better,” he said, still holding you in his arms as if trying to keep you from breaking, as if you were a porcelain doll.

“N-no, it’s not necessary. I just need some water, please.” He let go of you and took your hand, gently guiding you to the couch in the dressing room so you could sit down, and you did.

He left you alone for a moment to grab a bottle of water. You could hear the voice of your drummer, Felix, and Hyunjin’s voice in the hallway. Felix was asking about your whereabouts, letting him know there were only 10 minutes left before the show.

Hyunjin reentered the room with a cold bottle of water in his pale hand. You lifted your gaze from your knees and subtly looked him over.

He looked stunning. He was wearing an oversized red jacket with a thick, soft texture that draped over his shoulders with the effortless confidence of someone who owns their style. The dark stripes crossing it seemed to intensify the color, giving him a fierce, untamed vibe, as if the garment itself echoed his personality.

Under the jacket, his tank top was barely visible. With each movement, the jacket’s fabric flowed freely, while its sleeves fell over his arms like a waterfall, surrounding him in an aura of nonchalance.

His pants, black and fitted, had numerous rips that broke up the monotony of the smooth fabric. The slashes at the knees revealed flashes of skin, a detail that added a rebellious touch.

Completing the outfit, he wore black boots. The chains decorating his ankles gleamed under the light.

In his hair, a pair of red sunglasses added the final touch, wrapping him in an air of mystery. The red of the sunglasses, in tune with the jacket, completed the look with a harmony that felt powerful, as if the whole outfit was designed to make a statement.

Your best friend was simply an incredible person—kind, talented, and handsome. With a strong personality, sometimes arrogant, other times playful. You loved him with all your heart, but at the end of the day, he was just that—your best friend.

Nothing had ever happened between the two of you, but you couldn’t help feeling jealous when he gave attention to another woman, knowing how attractive he is and his ability to have any woman at his feet—including you.

He handed you the bottle, and you took it, sipping calmly. He sat next to you, his ripped jeans brushing against your thigh, exposed by the skirt you wore for the performance.

“Are you sure you’re okay? We can—we can reschedule” he repeated, his dark eyes locking onto yours.

“We’re not rescheduling anything. It wouldn’t be fair to all the people who paid for this. Besides, I’m already feeling better. Thanks for being here with me, Hyun,” you gave him a soft smile, and he patted your head, smiling back.

You both got up from the couch and walked slowly down the backstage hallway towards the stage again. Through the curtain, you could hear the crowd’s shouts—cheering for you, arguing with each other, or chatting with their friends.

You positioned yourself in front of the microphone stand at the front of the stage, with Hyunjin a few feet to your right, slinging on his metallic gray electric guitar with a sharp, edgy design.

You turned to look at the other band members. Felix was twirling his drumsticks between his pale fingers, nodding slightly as if to make sure everything was set; you nodded back in his direction.

To your left, Chan was adjusting his in-ear monitor, with his bass already strapped across his torso.

He gave you a friendly look. The guy wore a bright red leather jacket adorned with metal studs. The jacket was open, revealing a white T-shirt with red details that looked like paint splatters or graffiti, adding an urban touch. The shirt’s collar was crisscrossed with laces. His look was completed by a silver chain necklace hanging from his neck and small pieces of jewelry that added character to his style. Meanwhile, his baggy black pants, held up by a thick belt with metal accents, fit snugly around his hips.

Everyone was in their respective positions, lost in their own worlds, ready to perform the biggest show of their small career.

With trembling hands, you took the microphone—still off—between your sweaty palms, exhaling constantly to clear your troubled mind.

The purple curtain opened in front of you, the colorful spotlights flashed on, blinding you for a moment, and the crowd’s screams hit you like an euphoric stampede.

Although your band had many original songs you’d composed together, as well as some created individually, you and your fans enjoyed covering songs from other artists.

Tonight, you planned to play Salvation by The Cranberries. You were especially excited to perform this song since it’s one of your favorites, and you hoped the crowd would enjoy it too.

The show began, with the first songs led by Chan and Hyunjin as they moved across the stage, gesturing and occasionally approaching the edge. Most of the loud cheers were from the female fans, and they got even louder whenever Chan winked at the audience or whenever Hyunjin… whenever he did anything at all—absolutely anything he did drew screams from women and men alike.

They carried the first part of the show while you were still somewhat lost in your own thoughts, not wanting to look out at the cheering audience in front of you.

After the third song, when you felt Hyunjin approach to encourage you while playing his guitar, you started to loosen up.

You moved around the stage, dancing, singing more clearly, and joining your bandmates to sing in unison.

At times, your voice would break, making it sharper in certain parts of the songs and adding a personalized touch.

By the end of the tenth song, you were completely liberated, your once-styled hair now in a messy ponytail from shaking your head while dancing. After taking a sip of water, you stepped up to the mic to shout.

“Are you still with us, Tokyo?” The crowd cheers and jumps in place, pushing each other, cigarette smoke visible against the colorful lights.

“Tonight we’ve got a cover we hope you’ll really enjoy,” you say, as the crowd erupts in excitement and your bandmates return to their starting positions. “By the way, it’s one of my favorite songs,” you wink at the crowd.

Felix and Hyunjin begin playing their instruments simultaneously, and a few seconds later, Chan and you join in.

Felix’s remarkable talent on the drums elevates the experience even more. While your voice wasn’t identical to Dolores O’Riordan’s, you aimed to pay tribute to her skills.

It was a song with a great beat and meaningful lyrics against drug use, showing that the freedom one seeks won’t be found in illegal substances.

When the song ended, the crowd applauded with satisfaction and energy, calling for another cover that, unfortunately, you couldn’t give them.

“I’m sorry to say this will be our last song of the night,” you said, seeing on the screens how Felix pouted and Chan made a face. For the first time that night, the crowd booed and protested.

While you gave a short speech, Hyunjin helped the sound crew set up a stand and microphone in front of him; for the last song, he’d be doing some backing vocals to support your voice.

“I hope you’ve enjoyed this amazing night as much as we have. This is Neon Heartbeats.”

Chan’s bass began to play, and a few moments later, you started singing. Hyunjin and Felix joined in, giving the song a heavier, more energetic beat.

Hyunjin started singing with you while still playing guitar. You took the microphone off the stand and approached him, your bright eyes meeting his dark, shining ones.

You continued singing in unison, leaning back against him as the long-anticipated guitar solo approached.

When Hyunjin’s moment to shine came, he moved away from you, focusing intently on each string that his long, skilled fingers needed to play. He approached the edge of the stage, jumped down to the space between the barricades and stage, getting closer to the fans as he continued his solo, lifting his head to make eye contact with the fans, who practically threw themselves against the barricade trying to touch him.

You knew he loved that attention, and you couldn’t help feeling a rush of jealousy; liking your best friend was tough—especially when he was such a flirty maleslut.

You held it together in the moment, and when his solo ended, you resumed singing, now focusing on Chan, who was smiling brightly as he played his bass strings frenetically.

Felix hit his last beats on the drums and cymbals, bringing the song to a close. The crowd roared, wanting more, but after an hour and a half of performing, all you wanted was to collapse and rest.

With Hyunjin back on stage, he stood beside you, and the four of you lined up at the front of the stage, bowing in gratitude as the curtain fell in front of you, finally allowing you to breathe easy.

With wide smiles, you hugged Felix, laughing and bouncing in place as you embraced. Chan approached, telling you how well you’d done, and you returned the compliment.

With Hyunjin, things were even more awkward—at least on your end. He approached to hug you, but you subtly dodged him, giving him an uncomfortable smile. Before escaping backstage with the rest of your team, you noticed the way he furrowed his brow.

You stormed down the hall toward your dressing room, almost furious. You couldn’t get out of your head how Hyunjin had bitten his lower lip while face-to-face with a fan during his guitar solo.

You wanted to slam his head into the wall—or yours, or that girl’s, or anyone who got in your way.

Once inside, you shut the door forcefully and started furiously taking off your accessories, tossing them onto the vanity next to your makeup.

The door opened again behind you, and in the mirror’s reflection, you saw Hyunjin walk in, his hair messy and a little damp on his forehead. He closed the door behind him and made eye contact with you through the mirror.

“What is wrong with you?!” Hyunjin exclaimed, a flash of anger and confusion in his expression, his dark eyes piercing through the glass at you.

“Nothing, what are u talking about?” You continued taking off your accessories, specifically the choker you were wearing, which seemed to tighten more as the situation intensified.

“Then why the hell are you ignoring me?” he seemed very upset, his furrowed brow and clenched fists.

“Im not. You are talking nonsense”

At this point, you couldn’t hold his gaze anymore, that intense look filled with mixed emotions, seeming to want to pry into your mind.

“You aren’t even looking at me!” he exclames

“Because I can’t fucking stand your face right now,” you muttered, loud enough for him to hear.

“What the fuck are you saying?” he started to raise his voice, walking toward you with long, determined strides. In seconds, he was right in front of you.

“Because every time I look at your fucking face, I can’t think about anything but you practically making out with some random fan right in front of me!” you practically yelled at his face, lifting your head slightly to meet his eyes because of the height difference.

He stared at you with an unreadable expression, and you could almost see the gears turning in his head as he thought of what to say.

“And why is that a problem?” he asked in a softer, more relaxed tone. The bastard wanted you to admit it out loud.

“It shouldn’t be a problem, but my feelings for you make it really complicated,” you confessed abruptly. Hyunjin’s eyes widened in surprise not thinking you would confess that easily, while yours squeezed shut, feeling heat rise to your cheeks.

A few minutes of silence passed, filled only by the sound of your mixed breaths.

You felt Hyunjin’s cool hand rest on your cheek, tracing a soft caress down to your chin. From there, his thumb rose to your lower lip, leaving delicate touches and strokes.

“Look at me, sweetheart,” he whispered, a sigh escaping his lips after he uttered that word so tenderly.

You opened your eyes, finding yourself gazing into the brightest, most loving eyes you’d ever seen. His gaze moved from your eyes to your lips and back up again.

“You look so fucking hot when you’re jealous,” He spoke in an even lower tone, his voice growing deeper. He smiled, pressing his full lips to yours, completely taking you by surprise with both his words and his sudden action.

Once you snapped back to reality, you returned his kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck as your fingers tangled in his hair.

His hands traveled to your waist, gripping it as he took a few steps forward, pinning your lower back against the vanity.

The kiss grew more intense, with Hyunjin gently biting your lower lip and pulling away, causing a small gasp to escape from your lips.

“I like you too, pretty girl,” he murmured, pressing his forehead to yours, his hand softly caressing your waist. You felt the warmth radiating from his body against yours. “How could I not fall for the most magnificent girl in the world?”

Your eyes met his again, filled with both wonder and affection. His beautiful dark eyes, framed by long lashes—still with your hand buried in his blond hair—you pulled his head toward you, bringing your worlds together once more that night.

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Telemachus x Apollo! Blessed Reader

Chapter seven

This chapter takes place during chapter six… Yay! More Apollo!

So this is a reader heavy chapter, sorry if it’s too specific to relate to, but we get some more backstory!

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Unbeknownst to either of you, Telemachus wasn’t the only one who was wide awake that night.

And neither were the Gods, always busy in their dance of mortal affairs.

You lay in bed, eyes tracing over the ceiling tiles that seem to grow shadows in the dim light. Ithaca resting in a soothing silence under the stars. Leaving you to be what feels like all alone, body heavy on the soft material of the bed beneath you.

If you could help it, you’d be floating somewhere in space. Weightless, unattached, and bearable. Instead of feeling the dark blanket of night press down on your chest. Leaving your breaths more shallow than you had wished for, on a practiced pattern of in and out that came less naturally than you hoped.

It’s a different kind of stillness that one feels when they don’t know ‘how to feel.’ Stuck, unmovable in place in time that only ticks back and forth.

Back to memories that you had once cherished. Times when you felt the same way you do now. The same way you feel with him.

Ticking forward to the tugging in your chest that not even music could capture.

Then back again, to a place in your mind that refused to let go of the past.

It was said to be love then, but with how everything turned out, how could this be anything similar.

Before you could reason the past with the events of the future, the moon seemed to glow brighter as a familiar figure sat at the edge of your bed.

“Apollo? What are you doing here?” You called, voice level without the shock that most had when they saw a God. You had gotten used to his presence by now, and didn’t even have to lift your head to recognize him.

Instead, you left yourself to rest on the pillows.

He looked around your room, leaning against the wall next to the bed as he focused on the instrument laying at your desk.

“You haven’t touched your lyre in two days.” He claimed, voice less joyful than he usually was. Lacking his teasing tone.

As he spoke, you fell further into your pillows. “I guess not…” Humming out, he could hear the tiredness in your voice.

Deciding to not let you waste away in your bed for a sleepless night, he spoke again. “And it’s been two days since your lesson with the prince.” With that, his usual teasing attitude was back.

You, however, were not in the mood for the teasing. Good intentions or not. “Two days is two days, more has happened than just that.” As you talked, you turned to face the wall next to the bed. Now laying on your side as your mind tried not to drift to the prince and his smile…

Apollo’s voice dragged you out of your thoughts.

“Let’s see. You’ve had about five lessons with him now.” He stood up, tapping his chin in mock thought. “Each lesson you’ve gotten closer and closer…” He trailed off, strumming the lyre once to let out a divine note.

“Quit it.” You whined, closing your eyes to try and rid yourself of the image that Telemachus held in your mind.

The god just continued to fiddle with items on your desk, sitting on the wood and looking at your back facing him. “During your fourth he even let you see his bedroom to show you his collection of stories of mythical beasts!” He mentioned, tossing up one of your pens and catching it as a form of distraction.

You shrunk further into yourself, shoulders reaching to almost hide yourself from the words you didn’t want to hear. “Seriously Apollo, enough.” Grabbing one of your pillows, you tried, and failed, to get comfortable. Squirming at the bed you were far too restless to be in.

He just tilted his head and stood up off the desk, picking up your lyre and inspecting it. “Oh come on, get out of bed, it’s not like you’re tired. You’re going to lose all your talent if you don’t play any music.” He said in a lighthearted tone, smiling despite your facing away.

Opposing his cheerful demeanor, you leaned further into the bed before huffing and sitting up. Too uncomfortable to sit still. “Good, then I’ll be let go of my job.” Your attitude wasn’t entirely intentional, but after days of discord it wasn’t easy to hide.

Silence took over the both of you, with Apollo placing down the lyre and watching you. Sitting on the bed, you took account of each breath in and out, trying to relax.

He wasn’t oblivious to how you felt, but he couldn’t read your every thought.

Soon, he spoke again, breaking the silence. “Did something happen?” He asked, voice more gentle than it was when you had late night talks.

You leaned further into your bed frame, letting your shoulders lose their tension and breathing out a breath from the bottom of your chest. “No. Nothing happened.” You let your head lull back, looking back up at the ceiling.

Apollo crossed his arms, leaning back against the desk. “Obviously it did. Don’t lie to me.” He ordered, but quickly toned down his commanding nature when he saw the puffiness in your eyes now obvious from the moonlight on your skin.

“Look, I just don’t think I should be his teacher.” You responded, looking directly at the god who stood before you. Expression more exhausted than either of you wished to admit.

Not knowing how to handle your life, especially in this way, without being completely unhelpful, he did what he knew.

A small joke came out, fully intended to brighten your demeanor, even if he knew it wouldn’t work. “Is he that bad of a lyre player?” But not even a small smile tugged at your lips, or a shine in your eyes.

Just a huff of a response. “Don’t be rude.”

He frowned, running a hand through his light hair in thought before finally going for a more comforting approach.

“Sorry, sorry…” He hummed. “What’s wrong? Be honest.” He said softly, finally allowing you to let your walls down just the slightest bit.

“He’s a prince, Apollo. I’m not a princess.” You admitted, sounding more dejected than most mortals he’d ever met. Eyes not leaving the ceiling as you tried not to just let the silence take over your mind.

“He doesn’t seem to care about that, and I surely don’t.” He offered, trying to be genuine with what he saw. He couldn’t read the boy's mind, but the way he saw him look at you was proof enough that he thought highly of you.

You sighed, running your hands over your face and down your jaw to massage at your tense neck, blinking away the sting in your eyes.

Nothing there but memories from those places you’d lived, and the people you loved. All past.

“I just can’t go chasing anything again. Not ever.” You claimed, letting your arms go limp in your lap.

Apollo tried to interject your thoughts of defeat. “I know, but-“ Instead, you cut off his attempt at savior.

“I don’t want to have this conversation.” Tiredly, you fully laid down in bed and tucked the blanket up and over your shoulders.

He walked closer to the window, getting ready to leave. But before, he turned around one last time. “Hey, it’s something you’ll have to bring up eventually.” He said.

You just turned to your side, curling further into your bed.

“Not. Now.” You said, sniffling in the cold night air.

He just sighed, before giving you one goodbye.

“Fair enough… Get some sleep, kid.”

Leaving you with your thoughts of the past and the prince.

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Friends Into Lovers

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Warnings: NSFW, unprotected sex

Prompt: Showering with him as a friend (changed it to a bath) [requested by anon]

Notes: female reader, italics are actions and thoughts. THIS GIF FROM HITMAN. 🧎‍♀️

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The 118 had been entirely slammed by fires today, specifically wildland fires in the forest. One might think that being outside would be less dangerous than indoor fires and you'd be wrong. Widow makers, the name for trees on fire the spontanously fall, they kill hundreds of firefighters a year. Any out-of-control fires are dangerous no matter what climate or terrain; fires can even get so hot they create their own thunderstorms and weather. Normally, you weren't so worried about him, but there was something about today that had your heart slamming against the cage of your ribcage.

Buck finally gave you a call which made your body let out a sigh of relief.

"Hey, Ev." You said as you answered the call in your Jeep Gladiator, your eyes scanning traffic as you drove home to the apartment you shared with the man.

"Hey, I- Hold on." Buck puts the phone to his ear, holding it to it with his shoulder as he gets up into the noisy firetruck. He sounds exhausted. Poor Man.

"Hey- Hey, I'm sorry it's loud but um...shit- Hey, can you hear me?" Buck asks as he buckles himself in.

"Yeah, It's loud but I can still hear you." You pulled into the parking garage, turned right, and drove up to the third floor slowly, keeping an eye out for other drivers and such.

"Hey, I'm just gonna sleep at the station tonight and I figure it would be good to give you a heads up. I'm just so exhausted, today's been a lo- Shit." He huffs as they get another call, he's clearly just entirely exhausted.

"No, that's no big deal. Just stay safe okay? I love you." Saying I love you to him was nothing, you both said it all the time. It was just a way of making sure both of you knew how much you cared for the other.

"Love you too, Duck." He stated before saying his goodbye. Buck calling you Duck started out as an inside joke that just spread into an actual name he'd call you regularly but it always made your head flutter.

That call? Yeah, it was weeks ago. LA was on fire, burning everywhere. Buck texted daily to let you know he was safe, but the apartment was quiet cause he hadn't come home at all, and if he needed anything or if anyone did at the station, you ran it to them if you had the time before or after work. You were constantly Postmating him food whenever you knew he had downtime at the station, it was just such a small thing that made his day easier. You knew he appreciated it; he'd say thank you when he had time, but sometimes he had so much to do.

A month after that initial call to you staying at the station he was finally coming home. Buck had texted you and told you so, but your notifications were on silent as you listened to music in the bath. He dropped his bags at the door and slowly started peeling his clothes off after hearing the soft sounds of your music.

Buck finds himself entering the bathroom; you didn't jump; you figured he'd be home sometime this week with them dwindling down slowly but surely.

"Hey, Stranger." Your smile was like a sunray on a rainy day to him; it was a sight for his very sore self.

"Hey." He says quietly as he gets in behind you; showers and baths with him had gotten more common as you two had been roommates for several years; it all started when he was injured and needed help in the shower and spiraled from there, not that either of you truly minded.

You could feel just how tired he was from how he felt behind you, how his wet chest slumped against your back, and how his chin rested against your left shoulder with his eyes partially closed.

"You feel amazing." He mumbled against your skin, his eyelashes and face getting wet from his skin.

"You know, over this past month, I realized something." You said as you leaned back against him, and his arms found their way around your torso, resting under your breasts.

"Hmmm?" His grumble caused the skin on your neck to vibrate a little against his lips.

"I-" You take a breath before ultimately deciding that you truly did need to face him to decide exactly how to tell him this.

His fingers brush your wet hair off your face, worry laces his eyes as well as the already obvious exhaustion.

"No! No, it's nothing bad." You quickly corrected yourself as you noticed his worry, your wet hands moved to his stubbly cheeks. God, he's so fuckin cute.

"I figured out I just don't wanna be without you, and I should have realized a long time ago why I just cannot stand any of your exes..."

"Oh yeah? Why's that?" Evan's worry turns to a smirk plastered on his face, a look that makes you happy you're already sitting down.

"I- I- I really love you. I mean like as a best friend but also like I wanna spend forever with you. Like not just casual sex like we have sometimes or anything- No, I wanna be with you like entirely." You said as you gazed into those beautiful eyes of his that always had such kindness and sweetness to them.

Buck says nothing as he gently kisses you. He's too tired for words, and he's glad you finally feel the same. Your hands find his hair and pull him closer as his hands pull you into his lap. His right hand found your waist as he held your body pressed to his; of course, he was tired, but your confession just made him feel the need to show his appreciation and reciprocation for you.

"You okay wi-" He starts asking the same way he always would when you'd both spontaneously want to sleep with one another. Sex always felt natural to you both, and now that reason was just blatantly obvious.

Buck reached down between you both as you lifted your hips slightly for him. You slowly found yourself slipping down onto him, you buried your face in his neck as a small breath fell from your lips to match his.

His arms wrapped around you, palms on your back as he held your body straddled against his. Your hands found themselves in his hair once again, the smell of wildfire smoke lingered on his skin. Lord, was he tired, but it seemed to take a backseat to this.

This sex felt more meaningful than it ever did before; before, it was always quick and lustful, and now it's languid and intimate. Buck's mouth finds your neck as he slowly kisses at the skin beneath his lips.

Your hips start to slowly roll back and forth against him. He was clearly tired, and you weren't gonna try to ride him like a pogo stick or a mechanical bull, even if he would probably let you. His hands moved down to your hips to help guide you back and forth as you slowly rode him in the bathtub. The water follows your gentle movement; Buck sinks into the bath, almost lying down so you can feel even more of him.

Buck's never been a selfish lover and right now he's even more glad he isn't cause watching you ride him slowly above him, your breasts moving further than closer to him in the dim light of this bathroom just was like nothing else he's experienced, it was almost devoid of lust, just love and intimacy shone in his eyes. He was on cloud nine and you were the only angel that could even remotely guide him to salvation.

One of his hands moved from your hips to your clit and slowly rubbed gently with his thumb. His other hand came up to massage your boob, teasing the nipple on occasion but mainly just so entranced by your softness. If this was hell then he, never wanted to leave.

He wanted to come so easily and he would but wanting this to end was like wanting to stop breathing so for a while he pushed his climax off in favor of more time but now before he could even begin to start speaking he came inside you followed very shortly by you. You leaned down and kissed him slowly his cock still throbbing inside you as you hold you body against his.

"Damn, Duck." He reached down to rub your hips again as his brain tried to come down. He knew he'd be sleeping well before this, but now he'd sleep like a rock.

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[simplybakugou]

Story Mode | Mystic Academia: Sero Hanta's Route

⋆ PAIRING: hacker!sero x fem!reader ⋆ WARNINGS/TAGS: swearing; slight danger but nothing TOO crazy ⋆ WORD COUNT: 1.2K

A/N: the first written story mode! It’s inspired by seven’s route slightly hehe

NOTE: credits to @eraserhead-transparents for the kaminari cap

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You couldn’t help but pace around the first floor of the office, glancing over at the front door every now and then after you had closed the chatroom app. Sero’s messages and warnings were concerning to say the least and waiting around for him to come over was nerve wracking. Taking a deep breath, you finally forced yourself to sit down instead of borderline running laps in your own living space. 

A knock at the door broke away the panicked trance you were in. You let out a breath of relief as you sprung up and moved towards the door. It calmed your nerves knowing Sero was on the other side and he could fix this in a way that only he could.

Just as you were about to open the door, your hand froze as your fingers barely touched the door handle. You recalled Sero’s warning from earlier in the day and how he instructed you to not open the door for anyone since he knew the PIN to the front door. 

But the feelings of doubt washed away when you heard the beeping that was echoing from the other side of the door as each PIN number was entered. The door opened slowly and you smiled. 

“Sero?” You asked, poking your head out from the ajar door. You furrowed your brows.

Behind the door was a man with a hood covering his head and a black mask covering his face. The rest of his body was adorned in black clothing and the only discernible feature you could make out were his piercing scarlet eyes.

Despite never having seen Sero in person, just going off of his profile picture in the chatroom, you knew one thing for sure.

This was not Sero.

“Aw, were you expecting someone else, princess,” he uttered, his eyes crinkling up into a smile. 

You took a step backwards, slightly frozen in shock and fear. There was no way to anticipate this happening at that moment. Even if Sero had mentioned that the hacker could break into the office, you were reassured by Sero’s desperate desire and urge to make sure he got to you to keep you safe. How naive of you.

The man took a step towards you as you slowly backed away, shutting the door and automatically locking it behind him. He pulled his mask down, revealing what looked like wrinkly and dry skin as if he had a skin condition.

“You know, it took a lot of work to get to you, Miss Coordinator.” The man continued to advance towards you until your back hit the wall. He blocked your body from moving with his own as he planted his palms on the wall on either side of your head, preventing any chance of escape. “Master said he definitely wants you on our side now.”

“W-Who the hell are you?! What do you want from me?!” You blattered out, working the nerve to confront this man.

“Oh? I see… I guess you never did get to actually speak with me. Especially since I only led you to this office through mere texts.” Your eyes widened.

It was Unknown. The man who talked to you about the apartment and M.F.A.

“Well, I’ll explain everything later. For now,” he paused for a moment as he reached down and grabbed hold of your wrist tightly. “We have to go to Paradise.”

Your eyes widened even more. This was all related to him. The weird flyer Mina and Kaminari received, another emergency security system being installed… it was all linked to this one man. 

Unknown turned his body and walked back towards the door, dragging you by the wrist behind him. You tried to pull away from him, attempting to yank yourself free but to no avail. Even pushing at his body with your free hand did absolutely nothing.

The door swung open just as you were about to lose hope and accept your faith. Both you and Unknown whipped your heads up to see who it was and you could almost feel yourself burst into tears of joy.

It was Sero. And this time it genuinely was as his dark eyes and hair matched his profile picture.

Sero panted, his breath nearly stopping as he took in the sight before him. If he was even a minute late, you would have been long gone.

“Well, well, look who it is,” Unknown muttered slowly, chuckling to himself. “It’s been a long time hasn’t it, Cellophane.”

Sero’s eyes nearly bugged out his head as he blatantly stared at Unknown. “You.”

“How sweet of you to remember me.” Unknown grinned, sending a shiver down your spine.

Although he was still stunned, Sero blinked and snapped out of the shock he was in. He looked down at Unknown’s grip on your wrist and your other hand attempting to push him away.

“Let her go,” Sero said firmly.

Unknown laughed and shook his head. “I don’t think so. We need her for Paradise. Master wants to see her.”

Sero clenched his teeth. “Fine. You leave me no choice then.” He swiftly pulled his phone out of his pocket and typed in something with one without ever breaking eye contact with Unknown.

Suddenly, an alarm blared throughout the office, emergency lights flashing and a shrill beeping sound echoing in the room. 

Both you and Unknown flinched at the sudden sound and he finally dropped your wrist to cover his ears. You did the same, looking at Sero concerningly who hadn’t moved at all. 

“What the hell did you do?!” Unknown exclaimed angrily. 

“I installed a bomb in this office for intruders. I just set it off manually and I’ll let it go off unless you leave.”

“Are you out of your fucking mind?!” Unknown groaned at the incessant and annoying sound. He waited a moment until he realized Sero was serious and he laughed. “Looks like you win this time. But this isn’t over, got it?”

Sero ignored him and the two of you watched as Unknown casually walked out of the office, his cackling laughter following him out the door. 

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𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓮

pairing: seonghwa x reader au: idol | friends to lovers genre: fluff word count: 1.5k synopsis: seonghwa wanted to make this valentines the most romantic and memorable. He knew you were the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life. warning(s): fluff, sweet tooth rotting - literally will get cavities

Seonghwa always prided himself on being calm and composed, but something about you turned him into a bundle of nerves. It wasn’t that he didn’t like being around you—quite the opposite. The problem was, you had this way of making his heart race and his thoughts scatter like loose puzzle pieces. And it all started that one day at the LEGO store.

He hadn’t even planned on going inside. He was just passing by when the Millennium Falcon set caught his eye, and before he knew it, he was inside, scanning shelves like a kid in a candy store. That’s when it happened—his elbow bumped into you as you reached for the same set he had been eyeing.

“Oh! I’m so sorry,” he stammered, stepping back quickly.

“No, it’s okay!” you replied with a laugh, holding up your hands. “It’s a big set—there’s plenty of room for both of us to admire it.”

Something about your smile disarmed him completely, and before he could even process it, the two of you were talking about your favorite LEGO sets and how you had both been fans since childhood.

From that moment on, your friendship grew naturally, like pieces of a LEGO masterpiece coming together one brick at a time. He found himself looking forward to your messages, your spontaneous invites to grab coffee or build a new set together, and the way you somehow always knew how to make him laugh when he’d had a long day.

But as close as you were, Seonghwa couldn’t shake the feeling that he was in over his head. Every time he saw you, his heart would flutter, and he’d overthink everything—how he looked, what he said, even how he stood. You had this way of making him feel like he wanted to be his best self, not because you demanded it but because you deserved it.

Seonghwa had spent weeks trying to figure out what you were thinking. Every time he tried to casually bring up the topic of romance—like asking if you had a crush on anyone or if someone had caught your eye—you always deflected. But it wasn’t just a simple dodge; you had a way of turning the conversation back on him, teasing him until his face turned red.

“Why so curious, Seonghwa?” you’d asked one time, a mischievous glint in your eye. “Are you worried I’ll find someone and forget about you?”

He’d stammered and quickly changed the subject, but your words had stuck with him. Was that a joke? Or were you trying to give him a hint? Either way, he couldn’t let another Valentine’s Day pass by without doing something—anything—to let you know how he felt.

So, this year, he decided to take a leap. He spent days planning the perfect way to confess, pouring his heart into every detail. He had his members help him out this year, decorating his apartment with cute balloons as Seonghwa took you around town.

Seonghwa wasn’t one to show his nerves outwardly, but you could tell something was different about this Valentine’s Day. He’d been unusually thoughtful, planning every moment with you down to the smallest detail. When he picked you up in the afternoon, he looked a little more polished than usual, a soft smile gracing his lips as he greeted you.

“You ready for a little adventure?” he asked, his voice light but filled with excitement.

You couldn’t help but feel a flutter in your chest as you nodded. You had no idea what he had planned, but something about the way he was acting made it feel like this day was going to be special—more than just a typical Valentine’s outing.

He took you to all your favorite spots around town, the places where you’d shared your best memories. From strolling down a quiet street where you once got caught in a downpour and laughed until you couldn’t breathe, to enjoying the best ice cream at a café you both frequented, Seonghwa showered you with thoughtful surprises at every turn. He was genuinely spoiling you, and you were living in the moment, feeling like you were on cloud nine with him.

But the surprises didn’t stop there. After a delicious dinner at a cozy restaurant, Seonghwa told you he had one last stop before the day ended. You followed him with a mix of curiosity and excitement, wondering what he was up to.

When you arrived at his apartment, you were speechless. Balloons in shades of pink and silver floated in kitchen of the room, each one perfectly arranged with a soft glow from window. The entire apartment felt like a dream, and Seonghwa’s warmth and thoughtfulness filled every inch of it. You felt like you were walking into a storybook—a fairytale made just for you.

As you stood there, taking in the magical atmosphere Seonghwa had carefully crafted, your eyes widened in disbelief at the sight of him holding something in his hand—a small but incredibly intricate set of LEGO roses.

"Wait… are those…?" You blinked, a burst of laughter escaping your lips. “LEGO roses?”

Seonghwa, his cheeks tinged with a shy pink hue, nodded sheepishly. “I know it's a little unconventional, but I thought they’d be perfect. Just like how our friendship started—building something together, one piece at a time.”

You couldn’t help but giggle, your heart swelling with affection. The sight of the roses, each one meticulously crafted from the colorful little bricks, was so perfectly Seonghwa—quirky, sweet, and meaningful in its own way. It was like a symbol of how he’d been there for you, slowly building a relationship with you that had blossomed into something truly special.

“Honestly, I’ve never seen anything so cute,” you teased, reaching out to take the little bouquet from his hand. “You know, I think these might be better than actual roses. At least these will last forever.”

Seonghwa laughed, his eyes sparkling with warmth. “I’m glad you think so. I’ve spent hours working on them,” he admitted, the pride in his voice making you smile even more.

As you looked at the roses in your hands, you realized just how much thought and care he had put into this day—not just with the balloons, the fairy lights, or the romantic setting, but with something as simple as these LEGO roses. It was a reflection of everything he was—genuine, thoughtful, and willing to make something special out of the most unexpected materials.

“Will you be mine, Yn? Will you let me spoil you like this, not just today, but for the rest of our lives?”

You were completely overwhelmed with emotions, and before you could even respond with words, you pulled him into a tight embrace, whispering against his chest, “Of course, Seonghwa. You already have me.”

Seonghwa's heart soared as your words filled the air, the weight of them sinking in with a rush of warmth and joy. You could feel him smile against your shoulder as you held him close, his arms tightening around you, pulling you even closer as if he never wanted to let go.

"You really mean that?" he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper, but his words were laced with hope and sincerity. His fingers gently traced the back of your shirt, as if anchoring himself to the moment.

You nodded, the smile on your lips soft but full of everything you couldn’t quite express in words. “I’ve always been yours, Seonghwa,” you murmured, pressing a light kiss to his chest, your heart racing with the realization that this was the start of something new, something so beautiful and real.

He chuckled, a sound full of relief and happiness. “I never want to take you for granted, Yn. I’m going to spoil you, but not just with grand gestures—though, I’ll admit, I do enjoy spoiling you a little,” he added, his voice light and teasing. “But it’s the everyday moments I want to cherish with you. The quiet mornings, the inside jokes, the times we’re just… together.”

Your smile grew, your heart swelling as his words resonated with you deeply. You knew exactly what he meant. You weren’t just falling in love with the grand, romantic moments—though they were sweet and unforgettable. You were falling in love with him in the small, intimate details: the laughter, the warmth of his touch, the way he listened to you as if you were the only person in the world.

“I feel the same way, Seonghwa,” you replied, your voice steady now, filled with certainty. “I don’t need anything extravagant… just you. Just us.”

Seonghwa pulled back slightly to look at you, his eyes bright with affection and admiration. He brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, his thumb gently caressing your cheek as he gazed at you like you were everything he ever dreamed of.

“I’ll spend my life making sure you know just how loved you are,” he promised, his voice thick with emotion. “And that’s a promise I’ll never break.”

The world felt like it stood still around you both. It was as if the two of you were the only ones in existence, and everything was finally falling into place. A future together—one built on love, trust, and the simple joys of life—stretched out before you, waiting to be written.

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Turn Coat: Part three

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Mallory was determined to fix not just Tina but the rest of the girls Tina had infected. She knew that the coats had to be coming from Vivian, after all she was the one who gave Tina the coat in the first place. So gathering up what little courage she had, Mallory snuck into Vivian's house on a night she knew she would be out. She had to find something, anything, that would let her end the nightmare she was in.

She and Tina had crept into the house numerous times before to avoid interacting with Vivian so it was a snap to do it now but without her best friend by her side, the mansion felt even more cold and ominous.

Sneaking up the stairs, Mallory was aware of every door creak and every footstep she made. Each one felt like she was hitting a giant cacophonous gong. Finally she reached her destination of Vivian's room and slipped in.

The room was expectedly elegant with a four poster bed and modern sleek furniture abound. She headed straight to the closet, hoping against hope that either Vivian or Valentina's coat were inside but finding a sight much worse.

The walk-in closet housed many expensive and luxiourous pieces of clothing, shoes and jewelry but what was most impressive and most alarming to Mallory was the wall that contained a plethora of fur coats hanging up.

Each one was labeled with a word. Bitch. Gold Digger. MILF. The labels went on. They meant something Mallory just knew it. Before she could ponder further she suddenly heard voices from downstairs and they were getting louder.

Mallory closed the doors to the walk-in just enough to allow her to spy through. Her heart pounded in her chest as the voices grew closer and a chill went down her spine as she recognised them.

"I told you already no! You have enough." Vivian said as she burst into her bedroom, rolling her eyes as Valentina strode in behind her, a vision of bitchy perfection.

“You’re being ridiculous, mother.” Valentina sneered, her voice echoing through the opulent bedroom. “We have the power to turn every girl on this campus into one of us. We could have an army. Why settle for this?!”

Mallory’s eyes widened as she peeked through the small slit in the door. Vivian stood with her arms crossed, her expression a mixture of annoyance and disdain.

“You have enough, Valentina.” Vivian snapped, her voice cutting like a knife. “You’ve turned the sorority into your personal queendom, fucked every man on campus, blackmailed every professor to ensure your future. When will enough be enough?”

Valentina whirled around, her crimson lips curling into a sneer. “Enough? You think this is enough? We could rule this city, this world, if you weren’t so afraid to take risks. You’re pathetic. I should be wearing that coat not you.”

Vivian’s eyes narrowed, and she raised her hand sharply. As she did, Mallory watched as Valentina’s coat suddenly tightened around her, constricting like a living thing. It seemed to be following Vivian's hand. Vivian started to squeeze her hand and Valentina gasped, her hands clawing at the fur as it squeezed the air from her lungs.

“You forget who gave you that power and who can take it away.” Vivian said coldly as Valentina collapsed onto the nearby bed, unconscious. Vivian sighed, running a hand through her daughters platinum hair. “I never should have given you the ‘Ruthless Brat’ coat. You’re too much to handle.”

Vivian approached the bed and began to peel the coat off Valentina’s limp body. The fur seemed to resist at first, clinging to Valentina like it didn’t want to let go, but Vivian was relentless. Once the coat was off, Vivian held it up, her expression unreadable.

Then, to Mallory’s shock, Vivian pressed the coat against her own, and the two furs seemed to merge, the coat dissolving into Vivian’s like it was being absorbed. Vivian groaned softly, her body shuddering as if the act gave her pleasure. It was only then that Valentina’s body rippled and changed back to Tina.

"Now what should we give you instead? I still need you to be a bitchy princess but can't have you trying to replace me now can I?" Vivian said thinking out loud. "Let's see what I have on hand."

Vivian made a turn towards the closet so fast that Mallory didn't have time to react. As Vivian threw open the doors, Mallory tumbled backwards into the closet. Vivian eyes narrowed as she recognized the intruder.

“Mallory.” Vivian said, her voice dripping with disdain. “Don't you ever give up? Even with the bitchiness of my daughter cranked up to the maximum you are still trying to ‘save’ her. Well, I think it’s time we put an end to you.”

Mallory scrambled to her feet, backing away as Vivian approached. The older woman groaned softly, her coat shimmering as another fur began to form. This one was neon blue, more ragged and cheap looking but still seemed to give off the air of power that the others did too.

It was in that moment that it became clear to Mallory what was happening. Vivian hadn't purchased or found these coats, she had made them, or more accurately her coat had. The coat she wore was some sort of 'Queen' coat that could control and create the others, like drones in a hive. If Mallory wanted to end the evil, she had to get that coat. However Vivian now held a new coat for Mallory. One that read 'Hooker' on the label.

“This will suit you perfectly.” Vivian said, her voice low and hypnotic. “Go on, take it. You know you want to.”

Mallory felt a strange pull, a compulsion to reach out and take the coat. It was beautiful, alluring, and it whispered promises of pleasure, power, and freedom from worry. Her hand trembled as she reached for it.

"Yesss that's it. I have some gentlemen who will pay me good money to fuck a whore like the one you’d become. Then I can finally mould Tina into the devoted daughter she needs to be without your interference." Vivian smirked waiting for Mallory to take it. But hearing Tina's name seemed to break something for Mallory, it seemed to re-anchor her to the task at hand.

Mallory seized the moment of clarity and lunged forward, knocking Vivian off balance and sending her sprawling to the ground outside of the closet. Mallory didn’t hesitate and grabbed Vivian’s coat and yanked it off her, the fur slipping free with surprising ease. So much so in fact that she fell backwards onto the ground.

Vivian gasped, her eyes wide with shock as she scrambled to her feet. “You little bitch!”

Mallory managed to get to her feet and to the closet doors just in time to slam them in Vivian's face. She quickly turned the lock and backed away panting while holding the coat. Vivian meanwhile slammed on the doors.

“Mallory.” Vivian’s voice called through the door, sweet and mocking. “You can’t hide forever. Open the door, and maybe I’ll go easy on you.”

Mallory’s grip tightened on Vivian’s coat as she tried to think of a plan. She was trapped, but she wasn’t giving up. Not yet.

“Go to hell, Vivian!” Mallory shouted back, her voice trembling but defiant.

Mallory stood in the closet, her back pressed against the wall as Vivian's frantic pounding echoed in front of her. The Queen Coat lay draped over her arm, its dark fur shimmering with an unnatural glow. A voice in her head, soft, seductive, and impossible to ignore, suddenly appeared.

“Put me on, Mallory. She can't take what she won't have. You know you want to.”

Her heart raced as she stared at the coat, her fingers trembling where they gripped the luxurious fur. She could feel its power radiating through her, a low hum that seemed to vibrate in her very bones.

"No! I can't! I won't! This ends today!" Mallory said suddenly defiant as she started throwing open drawers, looking for something, anything to destroy the coat. That's when she hit pay dirt. A pair of scissors. Taking them out she slid their open mouth around a sleeve of the coat.

"What a shame to waste the opportunity I'm giving you. Why do you think I slid so easily off of Vivian? I wanted you to take me. I wanted you to wear me." The coat purred giving Mallory pause.

"Me? Why?" Mallory asked curious.

"Because Valentina was right. Vivian is weak, she is happy to control her little part of the world but I'm not. I want it all. That's why when she made Valentina's coat I made sure it was infused with ambition, with a hunger. She was going to be my new host. But I can sense ruthless ambition and a hunger for power in you already. You were made to lead." The coat explained. Mallory's grip on the scissors lessened.

"No... no I'm not." Mallory said.

"Of course you are. Tina had always looked up to you, followed you. She was always a follower and look what I was able to do to her. She challenged her mother and nearly won. Imagine what we could do together... Valerie." The coat said with a darkly honeyed purr that was hard for Mallory to ignore.

What was even harder to ignore was the name of Valerie now swirling around her head. It conjured images of a drop dead gorgeous woman who turned heads wherever she went. Who's mere existence demanded attention. Who's power would be unmatched. It made Mallory soaking wet.

The temptation was overwhelming, and despite every rational thought screaming at her to stop, she couldn’t help but slip one hand into the coat’s sleeve.

The moment her skin touched the fur, a jolt of pleasure shot through her, so intense it made her gasp. Her knees buckled, and she leaned against the wall for support, her breath coming in shallow pants. She pulled her hand out, her eyes widening as she saw the transformation. Her nails were no longer short and bitten, they were long, glossy, and perfectly manicured, painted a deep, seductive red.

“Oh my god.” Mallory whispered, her voice trembling. She flexed her fingers, admiring the way the light caught on her new nails. They were beautiful. They were dangerous.

“Go on.” The coat purred, its voice curling around her thoughts like smoke. “Touch yourself. I can read your thoughts now. I know it’s what you want to do. Enjoy yourself.”

Mallory hesitated, her cheeks flushing with shame, but the coat’s influence was too strong to resist. Slowly, almost against her will, her hand drifted down, slipping beneath the waistband of her jeans. Her breath hitched as her fingers brushed against her pussy, the pleasure immediate and overwhelming. It was like nothing she’d ever felt before, electric, intoxicating, and utterly addictive.

“Yessss.” She hissed, her voice low and throaty. Her hips rocked against her hand as the pleasure built, her body responding eagerly to the coat’s dark influence. As she touched herself, she felt the changes begin. Her lips grew fuller, plumper, a dark pink color spreading across them as if painted by an invisible hand. Her breasts swelled, filling out her bra until it felt tight, constricting. She moaned, her head falling back as the sensations overwhelmed her.

“That’s it.” The coat murmured, its voice dripping with approval. “This is just a taste. Now, put your other arm in. Let the transformation complete.”

Mallory’s free hand trembled as she reached for the coat’s other sleeve. She knew she shouldn’t. She knew this was wrong. She knew there would be no turning back. But the pleasure, the power, the sheer need coursing through her was too much to resist. She didn’t want to resist any longer. With a shaky breath, she slid her arm into the sleeve.

The moment her hand emerged from the other end, the changes intensified. Her breasts grew even larger, spilling out of her bra and straining against the fabric of her shirt. Her hair, once messy, brunette and unkempt, became sleek, blonde and shiny, falling in perfectly straight around her shoulders.

Sexy, smoky makeup appeared on her face, accentuating her eyes and making her look like a sultry temptress. Her clothes shifted and melted away, replaced by a black plunging jumpsuit cinched at the waist with a gold-buckled belt and thigh-high black boots.

Mallory gasped, her hands running over her transformed body. She felt incredible. Powerful, sexy, and utterly in control. The coat’s influence wrapped around her mind, whispering promises of dominance, pleasure, and endless possibilities.

“I feel… amazing.” She murmured, her voice sultry and confident. She turned to the mirror, her breath catching as she saw her reflection. The girl staring back at her was unrecognizable, a bombshell, a goddess, a queen. Valerie.

“You are amazing!” The coat replied, its voice filled with dark satisfaction. “We’re going to do so many wicked things together… Queen Valerie.”

Valerie's new lips curved into a smirk, her eyes gleaming with newfound confidence. “Mmm Queen? That sounds perfect... for now.” She said as she ran her hands over her body, savoring the way the jumpsuit clung to her curves, the way her breasts heaved with every breath. She felt unstoppable.

In the bedroom, Vivian's pounding on the door had stopped. She could feel the shift in the air, the dark energy radiating from the closet. Her heart raced as she realized what was happening. She felt her skin start to sag, her hair start to wilt and her skin start to blemish.

“Mallory!” She shouted, her voice desperate. “There’s still time to take it off and give it to me! All will be forgiven! You can even keep Tina the way she was.”

But the new queen didn’t respond. She was too lost in the coat’s power, too consumed by the pleasure and the transformation. She stepped away from the closet mirror, her hips swaying with every step, and unlocked the closet door.

When she stepped out, Vivian's eyes widened in shock. Mallory looked like a completely different person, beautiful, dangerous, and utterly captivating. The Queen Coat looking perfectly natural on her new body, its fur shimmering with dark energy.

“Mallory…” Vivian whispered, her voice trembling.

Valerie rolled her eyes and looked at her with seething distain. “It’s Valerie now you dumb bitch. My god you’re hideous without this delicious power. I can’t wait to do what you were too weak to do.”

Vivian’s eyes flashed with anger, but there was a flicker of fear behind them. “You little brat! Who the hell do you think you are?”

Before Valerie could respond, a voice cut through the tension. “She’s the queen.”

Vivian turned to see Valentina standing behind her. She was fully awake now and despite looking like Tina again, she had a wicked smile across her face. Vivian was so distracted by Tina’s sudden appearance that she failed to noticed that her step daughter had slipped the 'Hooker' coat onto her shoulders.

Vivian gasped, her hands flying up to remove the coat, but it was too late. The fur clung to her, its dark energy seeping into her skin. She stumbled back, her eyes wide with panic as the transformation began.

“No! Take it off! Take it off!” Vivian screamed, her voice rising in desperation.

But Valerie and Valentina only watched, their smirks mirroring each other’s as Vivian’s body began to change. Her once elegant figure became exaggerated, her curves overtly sexualized. Her dark black hair lightened to an almost blinding shade of blonde, and her makeup became garish, her lips a glossy pink. Her expression shifted from defiance to a vacant, seductive stare, her intelligence and cunning stripped away.

Tina laughed, a cruel, delighted sound. Valerie stepped closer, tilting her head as she examined Vivian’s new form. “Oh, she’s perfect. Just another pawn in our game. Isn’t that right, Vivian?”

Vivian, or what was left of her, giggled mindlessly, her voice high-pitched and airy. “Whatever you say, girls. Just tell me what you want me to do, I'll tell you how much it’ll cost.”

Valerie and Tina exchanged a look, their smirks widening. “Oh, we’ll think of something.” Valerie said, her tone dripping with malice. “Why don't you head downstairs for now?”

Vivian shrugged and wobbled off in her big heels.

Tina turned to Valerie and looked her up and down. "Looking good babe. Can't say I'm not jealous." She said looking disappointedly at her own returned form.

"Yes you really do look a state right now. But don't worry hun, I'm not going to leave you wanting." Valerie smirked back while channeling her new power into creating a new coat that emerged from her own in seconds. She handed the luxurious and pristine white coat to Tina who turned it over and read the label.

"Princess Valentina?" She said with glee in her voice as she slipped it on. She moaned loudly as the coat not only returned her to her previous perfection but even improved upon it. "Well if you're the Queen then that would make me your-"

"Daughter. I've always looked after you like a mother my darling, now I'm just making it official." Valerie said grinning at her. "Well official when your father comes home and I convince him to have me."

"Well I'm sure you'll have no problem doing that. I’m sure you’ll even have fun doing it... mommy. Mmm it does sound right." Valentina said with a wicked smile. "But what next?"

Valerie looked into the closet. "Well I see a lot of empty space in there that needs filling, don't you agree?"

"Absoultely mommy, and I have so many girls who are need of a change." Valentina replied.

"Well we shouldn't keep them waiting now should we?" Valerie smiled as she let her eyes roll back as she started to form new coats.

Meanwhile downstairs Vivian was sitting on the bottom step of the stairs filling her nails when the door opened and Valentina's father Frank walked in. The sight of the new Vivian made him drop his briefcase.

"V-Vivian? Is that you?" He stammered. She looked up at him, chewing her gum obnoxiously. Her eyes drank him in as if for the first time. She blew a bubble and let it pop before saying, "I can be whoever you want me to be sugar."

THE END

[cosmiclily]

chapter eight: ghost of you

wc: 2k

cw: slightly suggestive (?)

The days following your arrangement with Vi were some of the most chaotic of your life. Archie, your manager, had scheduled a meeting to discuss your first album since signing the contract. You already had a few songs out, but he wanted new material—fresh tracks that no one had heard before.

Now, the four of you—Jinx, Ekko, Vi, and yourself—were stuck in the studio, drowning in unfinished lyrics, half-written riffs, and melodies that didn’t quite click together. Jinx sat cross-legged on the floor, her guitar in her lap, absentmindedly strumming the same chord progression over and over. Ekko leaned against the couch, his bass resting on his thigh, eyes scanning a page of lyrics as if they would magically start making sense. Vi, arms crossed, tapped a drumstick against her knee impatiently.

“This is a mess,” she finally muttered, breaking the silence.

“Tell me about it,” you sighed, rubbing your temples.

Archie leaned forward, his elbows resting on the mixing console. “It’s not bad—but it’s not there yet. We need something that sticks.”

“I know,” you groaned. “But everything sounds either too forced or too generic.”

Jinx huffed and flopped onto her back. “Maybe we should just embrace the chaos. Write about how much this sucks.”

Ekko chuckled. “You’re joking—but that might actually work.”

Just then, your phone buzzed on the table. You glanced at the screen—Vi.

Wanna sneak out?

You smirked, glancing at her from the corner of your eye. Aren’t they going to notice?

Vi cleared her throat and, looking pointedly at Archie, said, “I think we really need a break. We’ve been here for three hours, and we haven’t made any progress.”

Archie frowned, tapping a pen against his notepad. “You all think stepping out will help? We’re on a deadline here.”

Jinx looked up, grinning. “Sometimes a little break is exactly what we need to let the creativity flow.”

Ekko nodded in agreement. “Yeah, a change of scenery might give us a fresh perspective.”

You leaned back in your chair, feeling the exhaustion mix with relief. “And I could really use a large cup of coffee right now.”

Archie let out a sigh but finally relented. “Okay, go clear your heads and get back here. I have some calls to make anyway.”

The four of you stood up, stretching out your limbs after hours of sitting in the same position. Your whole body ached.

As you reached for your jacket, Vi leaned in close, her voice low so Jinx and Ekko wouldn’t overhear. “Do you wanna go to that coffee shop down the street?”

You raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Ohh, what is this? A date?”

Vi chuckled, shaking her head. “Shut up.”

You grinned, nudging her playfully. “I’d love to. And for the record, I wasn’t exaggerating about needing coffee. That was a real cry for help.”

Vi rolled her eyes but motioned for you to follow her toward the door. “Come on, then. Let’s rescue you before you collapse from caffeine withdrawal.”

As the two of you slipped out, you could hear Jinx teasing from behind. “Ooooh, sneaking off together, huh? Suspicious.”

Ekko snorted. “They probably just need a break from you, Jinx.”

Jinx gasped dramatically. “Betrayal!”

You and Vi exchanged amused glances before stepping outside, the crisp air a welcome contrast to the stifling tension of the studio.

The short walk to the coffee shop felt like a much-needed escape. It was barely five minutes away, but after being holed up in the studio for the past three days—only leaving to sleep—it felt like stepping into another world. The place was cozy, filled with the rich scent of coffee and a hint of vanilla, the kind of warmth that instantly made your shoulders relax.

The two of you placed your orders and found a seat by the window, watching the city move around you. The sound of muffled conversations and the occasional clink of porcelain cups filled the space between you, a stark contrast to the frustrating silence that had dominated the studio.

“I can’t stand that stuffy room anymore,” Vi groaned, stretching her arms above her head before slouching back into her chair. “Archie’s been acting like a paranoid wreck over this album.”

You chuckled, stirring your coffee absentmindedly. “Yeah, well, deadlines do that to people. But I swear, if I have to hear Jinx play that same damn chord progression one more time, I might lose my mind.

Vi laughed, shaking her head. “She does that when she’s stuck. It’s like a brain reset or something.”

She took a slow sip of her drink, her gaze flickering to you over the rim of her cup. “And you? How are you holding up?”

You hesitated, considering your answer. “Honestly? Overwhelmed. I want this album to be good, you know? Like, really good. But I feel like I’m chasing something that isn’t clicking yet.”

Vi nodded, setting her cup down. “Maybe you’re overthinking it. The best songs usually happen when you’re not trying so hard.”

You sighed, tapping your fingers against the table. “Maybe. I just… I don’t know. I have all these lyrics, all these ideas, but they don’t fit together. Like puzzle pieces from different sets.”

Vi smirked. “Well, maybe you just need to get your mind off it for a moment.”

You looked at her, a slow smile spreading across your lips. “Yeah? That might not be a bad idea.”

“I am full of wisdom,” she said, grinning. “It just gets overshadowed by my incredible good looks.”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help but laugh. “And who would help me with that heavy chore?” you teased, your gaze flickering down to her lips for just a second too long.

Vi arched an eyebrow, leaning in slightly, her smirk deepening. “Oh, I don’t know… I could volunteer, but that sounds like a lot of responsibility.”

You tilted your head, playing along. “I wouldn’t want to burden you.”

Vi’s fingers traced the edge of her coffee cup as she held your gaze. “I think I can handle it.” Her voice was casual, but there was something else beneath it—a challenge, maybe.

You smirked, resting your chin on your hand. “Prove it.”

Vi let out a low chuckle, shaking her head. “You really wanna start something in the middle of a coffee shop?”

You shrugged, feigning innocence. “What, scared?”

Vi grinned, leaning back. “Oh, I’m not scared.” She took another sip of her drink, her eyes never leaving yours. “I just think you’d rather have my full attention somewhere a little more… private.”

Your stomach flipped at the way she said it—casual, teasing, but with just enough weight to send a shiver down your spine.

You chuckled, shaking your head. “You might be onto something there.”

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The elevator ride back to your floor had been a test of restraint for both of you. You had to keep reminding yourself—and Vi—that you worked here, and there were cameras everywhere. Making out in the elevator? A definite no-go. Still, the way Vi kept looking at you, eyes dark with mischief, made it incredibly difficult to focus on anything else.

By the time you reached the studio, you felt refreshed, re-energized. Whether it was the coffee or the little conversation you’d had with Vi, you weren’t sure—but it was definitely something. The thought that the sooner you finished at least one song, the sooner you could be alone with her again, kept you going.

As you walked down the hallway, you glanced at Vi. “I was thinking—why don’t we use the lyrics you showed me a couple of weeks ago? The ones you wrote? They were amazing. We could build around them, create a rhythm.”

Vi raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a playful grin. “You remember those?”

“Of course,” you said, a small smile tugging at your lips. “They stuck with me. I think they could be the spark we need.”

Vi chuckled softly, but there was something in her expression—hesitation, maybe. “I don’t know… It’s kind of personal, you know?”

You caught the shift in her tone, the way she suddenly wasn’t as confident. Slowing your steps, you turned to face her fully. “I get it. The breakup still messes with you,” you said gently. “But hey, the best songs come from real emotion, right?”

She let out a slow breath, rubbing the back of her neck. “Yeah. I just—” She paused, shaking her head with a small laugh. “It’s weird. I usually don’t mind sharing things I write, but these are… you know.”

Her voice trailed off, and for a moment, you saw a flicker of something vulnerable in her expression. It wasn’t often that Vi let her guard down like this.

You softened, reaching out to nudge her arm. “Yeah, I get it. But think of it this way—you’re turning something painful into something powerful. And if you want, we don’t even have to use the lyrics as-is. We can tweak them, make them into something new. Something that still means something, but doesn’t have to hurt.”

Vi studied you for a moment, her lips pressing together as if she was weighing your words. Then, she exhaled through her nose, a slow smirk creeping back onto her lips. “You really want this song to happen, huh?”

“Desperately,” you admitted, grinning.

She huffed a laugh, shaking her head. “Alright, alright. I’ll show the lyrics. But —if anyone makes fun of me, you have to defend my honor.”

You held up a hand solemnly. “Scout’s honor.”

Vi rolled her eyes but smiled. “Come on, then. Let’s do this.”

The two of you continued down the hall, side by side. Despite the teasing, you could tell this meant something to her. And whether she realized it or not, she was trusting you with a piece of herself. That thought made your chest warm, and as you reached the studio doors, you made a silent promise to yourself—you’d make sure this song turned into something great.

With a little help from Jinx and Ekko, the four of you were finally able to piece something together. Using Vi’s lyrics and the melody Ekko whipped up, the song started to take shape—still rough around the edges, but enough to feel real. Enough for Archie to be satisfied, which was a miracle in itself. He nodded in approval, finally relenting and letting you all escape what had felt like a creative prison.

As you packed up your stuff, rolling your shoulders to shake off the stiffness of hours in the studio, Vi leaned against the doorway, her helmet resting on her hip. The worn leather of her jacket hugged her frame perfectly, and she had that effortless, devil-may-care look that made your stomach do an annoying little flip.

“So,” she said, casual as ever, “you wanna come over?”

You glanced up, catching the way her lips curled slightly, that signature teasing smirk barely there—but you knew her well enough to see the hint of something else beneath it.

After all the teasing at the coffee shop? The way she had leaned in, her voice all low and suggestive? You scoffed, grabbing your bag.

“After everything you pulled back there?” You smirked, slinging the strap over your shoulder. “Who wouldn’t?”

Vi chuckled, stepping back to let you pass, her fingers brushing against your arm for just a second too long to be accidental. “Then let’s get out of here before Archie changes his mind.”

With that, the two of you slipped out, the tension humming between you like the remnants of a song still waiting to be finished.

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masterlist- chapter nine

notes: not my favorite chapter but i like their dynamic 🫨

taglist: @saturnhas82moons @oidloid @vaebear @wicked-laugh @baylegend6 @nomarksonelegance @antobooh @80saturn

[thefairywithboots]

Sweet Rest (Loki x fem!Reader)

As requested by @stilleobjection, I present to you Sweet Rest.

Summary: Loki helps you relax after a stressful day at work.

Ratings: General audiences

Warnings: Just pure fluff. Lots of cuddles.

Word count: 1.4K

This is my first non-smutty Loki fic. I hope you guys enjoy it.

Tag list in comments

It was well after midnight when you finally got home from work and unlocked the door to your apartment, wanting nothing more than to sink into your bed and just forget the day.

Your boss had insisted that you stay overtime and finish the extra paperwork that was left behind by your coworker, causing you to leave five hours later than you normally would.

When you finally got back to your apartment, your head was pounding against your skull. You went into the kitchen and filled the teapot with water to brew some tea. You left the pot on the stove to boil before going into the living room.

When you switched the light on, your heart gave a jolt when you saw a familiar figure sitting in your armchair.

"Christ, Loki- couldn't you give me some kind of heads up that you were coming over?" you breathed out, placing a hand over your heart. You had given him a key to your apartment but had not expected him to come over while you were gone, and just wait in your living room with the lights out.

Loki was sitting there, his arms on either armrest. His long black hair which was usually slicked back hung loose past his shoulders. Even through your stress-induced headache, you could not help but notice how gorgeous he looked right now.

"Well, you weren't answering your phone," he said while standing up from the chair. His tall frame took up a large portion of your living room. You had to crane your neck back to look up at him. "And you're usually not gone for this long, so I thought I would come and see what was wrong."

"Nothing's wrong," you said while rubbing your hand over your forehead to try and ease the pain in your head. "My boss was just making me work enough for both me and my coworker since she left work early today."

Loki's gaze softened as he tilted his head to the side, humming softly. "That doesn't really seem fair to you, does it?"

You shrugged. "I'm getting paid more by the end of the week, so I suppose it's worth it."

The sound of the teapot whistling in the kitchen caught your attention, and you ran back in there to take it off the stove.

While you were tending to the tea, Loki followed you into the kitchen, his tall frame towering over you as he leaned over your shoulder, and placed his hands on your arms. "I think I have a good idea as to how to help you relax." His voice had a way of slithering into your mind as if he were using his magic on you when it was just his voice alone. He kissed down your jawline and to your neck, pulling you against his chest.

Any other night, you would have melted into him and dragged him off to your bedroom to get lost in him completely. But now you felt like all you wanted to do was have your tea and go to sleep.

You closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling of his lips against your skin for a moment. You would have let him kiss you all over all night if you thought he would stop there, but he was already massaging your breasts through your blouse.

You shook your head slightly, pulling away slightly. “Not tonight, Loki… I have a headache and it’s been a long day.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You’re not in the mood? You’re always in the mood… are you ill?” He dramatically put a hand to your forehead as if to check your temperature.

You couldn’t help but smirk. “It’s just been a long day, and I’m really tired.” You leaned against his hard chest, laying your head on his shoulder. “I’d like it if we just sat and cuddled for a while.”

Loki’s arms wrapped around you, his chin resting against the top of your head. “Of course, darling… I just want you to feel relaxed.”

Loki told you to go and make yourself comfortable on the sofa and he would bring you the tea. You dimmed the lights, the slightest light making your brain want to jump from your skull.

He brought the tea into the living room, setting it down on the coffee table in front of you before pouring you a cup.

“Here you are, darling…” he said while handing you the cup and saucer. You took a sip, the familiar warmth of chamomile relaxing you slightly.

“I really hate my boss…” you muttered.

“Oh? And why is that?” he asked while walking around to the back of the sofa. For a moment, you thought he was going to grab a blanket until you felt his strong hands on your shoulders.

He began to knead the sore muscles in your shoulders, and you resisted the urge to moan out loud. His touch was deliberate and skilful, loosening the strain that had been building up in you all day.

“It just… feels like he expects me to cover up for my coworker when she takes off early… and… she never has to make up for any—“ You cut off, letting out a sigh as he massaged your shoulders more rhythmically. “Loki, that feels so good…”

He hummed softly, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek. You turned your head towards him at the last moment, causing him to kiss your lips instead.

Heat rose in your cheeks once the kiss broke, and you knew it didn’t have anything to do with the tea. His lips trailed across your cheek and to your neck as his hands continued to work your shoulders. The feeling of his lips made you want to melt into him and forget the rest of the world.

Once your muscles were loose and relaxed, Loki finally came around to sit beside you as you were finishing off your cup of tea. He pulled you into his arms, leaning back against the armrest of the couch. You sighed, snuggling into his hard chest as you settled between his legs, allowing him to envelop you in his warmth.

You could have laid there in his embrace all night, feeling so safe and secure with him wrapped around you. The sound of his heart beating could be heard gently as you rested your head over where his heart was.

“I’m sorry for startling you when you first came in…” he said gently while twirling a strand of your hair between his fingers.

You hummed softly, inhaling his scent; a warm, earthy aroma that had floral undertones. “I’m glad you’re here…”

One of Loki’s arms reached behind him as he took one of the books that was lying on the table next to the lamp. He turned the lamp on the dimmest setting so as not to disturb your eyes as his eyes scanned the cover.

“Jane Austen, huh?” he mused while flipping through the giant tome. It had four novels in one volume.

You looked up at him, your heart swelling as you saw his blue eyes scanning over the pages.

“Loki?”

“Hm?”

“Can you read to me?”

The feel of his lips against the top of your head felt soothing. “I thought you had a headache.”

“I like the sound of your voice… it’s soothing.”

A small smirk came across his handsome face, as his hand began to idly massage your scalp. “Very well. Which of these would you like for me to read to you?”

You hummed. “Whichever one you want. I’ve already read them all.” You buried your head into his chest.

You felt as if you could feel him smirk as he flipped through the book, trying to decide which one appeared the most interesting to him. Every move he made was soft and delicate as if he were afraid of disturbing you. Even the sound of the pages turning was soft and quiet.

Loki began reading to you in a low, gentle tone, and you recognized it as the beginning of Sense And Sensibility. The sound of his voice made his chest rumble against your ear, and you could already feel yourself begin to doze off in his arms.

You must have fallen asleep before he could finish the first chapter, because the next thing you knew, he was pulling a blanket over your shoulders before wrapping both arms around you, holding you close. After pressing a kiss to your forehead, he whispered “I love you.”

He clearly thought you must have still been asleep. He had never told you that before, your relationship having been casual up to this point. But the moment of vulnerability made your heart swell. You kept your eyes closed and your head on his chest as his breathing slowed, and he fell into a quiet doze himself, before allowing the welcoming tendrils of sleep to pull you back under.

[yelenabelovasbxtch]

Hoop Dreams

a/n: Took a hiatus but @yelenaslyubov inspired me to come back and write a story !! I hope you enjoy. Submit something good in my requests and maybe I'll do it...👀

Jock Kate Bishop X f!reader

Word Count: 3158

Warnings: Smut ! kinda homoerotic friendship vibes to start. 18+

Summary: Everyone except you and Kate can see you are both very clearly in love with one another.

If anybody knew what it was like to be in love with your best friend and everyone but you knew it, it was you. On the outside, to basically anyone who looked at the two of you, you were unequivocally in love. To you, she was your best friend, someone you’d do anything for, anytime, anywhere and did she make you feel like you were on the top of the world every time you saw her? Yeah maybe. But she’s your best friend. 

You and Kate met a little over 2 years ago and while you were often crossing paths before that, you never seemed to directly make contact. Until one day you had a conversation with her and from there on it was like you were making up any excuse imaginable to bump into her again. That probably should’ve been your first sign that you had a crush but at the time you just thought you finally found someone you clicked so well with. After a few more convos here and there you finally decided to find her on Instagram and one DM later the rest was history. You guys have talked every day since then. Kate played on the basketball team at your college, you worked on the game day operations team as floor director for that team. It’s honestly surprising that it took 2 years at the school for your paths to cross. It was usually your favourite part of your week getting to watch Kate hoop. She was by far the best player on your team averaging 28 points per game. As floor director you get to be in charge of how things happen and making sure they all run smoothly such as player intros, halftime contests and post game interviews. So you tried your best to watch her play as much as you could but sometimes you get caught up doing bigger responsibilities that get poured on your plate. 

Today, you were up in the broadcast booth where the cameras and commentators were running up a last minute message request to read out at the end of the fourth quarter. One of your other close friends Yelena worked one of the broadcast cameras. Yelena has been a long time friend, and one of those people that are outside of yours and Kate’s friendship who clearly see what you two can’t. 

“Hey Lena, how’s the game going from up here.” You say after climbing 3 flights of stairs to get to her. 

“Pretty good, your girl is just crossed someone to hit a bank 3” she says with a wink. 

You roll your eyes at her comment but couldn’t help but smile after watching the replay on the video board. 

“Looks like she’s going for a new season high” she says as the number next to Kate’s name goes up to 36. 

“Whole lotta game left, maybe career high.” You replied as you saw the minutes wind down in the 3rd. 

“Do you have anywhere else to run to?” Yelena asked. 

“Not right now”

“Sit and stay for a minute with me then I’m lonely sometimes up here.” She says with her goofy ass grin. 

You smile and shake your head as you pull up a chair next to her. Kate hits a buzzer beater middy to finish the 3rd and you’re smiling ear to ear. 

“Look at you y/n”

“What?”

“Your stupid grin.”

You just stare at her pissed off as she laughs. 

“Come on- when are you going to admit that the air is thick and the tension is there every single time you guys hang out.” 

“Lena it’s just not like that, we’re just friends. Besides, I don’t even know if she likes girls, we’re close but she’s only ever really mentioned men since I met her.”

“Y/n c'mon you can’t be that nice at basketball and not be gay.” She said with a laugh. “We all know Paige Bueckers and Azzi aren’t foolin’ anyone.”

“Uh huh”

“Either way y/n/n, I see the way she scans the arena for you when she’s on the bench.”

“Well if that’s true, then I better get down there so she can see me can’t I.” You say in a snarky tone. 

“Leaving me for your girlfriend, typical.” She says jokingly. 

“She’s not my girlfriend Belova.”

“Yeah whatever, I just know that in 2 minutes when that clock winds down to zero you’re the first person she’s looking for.”

“Guess we’ll see” you say and shrug. 

You made it back down the floor level with 30 seconds left on the clock. As time winds down, her teammate inbounds the ball to her as she slowly takes it up the court and lets the time fall off. They were already up by 18 at this point and Kate had a career game with 48 points. 

You’re walking down past the courtside seats as the buzzer goes off and she sees you from the other end of the court. The two of your bodies relax as your pupils dilate at the sight of one another. You both walk together with haste and you give her the biggest, sweatiest hug. 

“Congrats on your new career high Kate” you say to her as she holds you tighter in her arms. 

“Thanks y/l/n. Hit that bow & arrow celly just for you tonight.” She says jokingly with a wink. 

Kate’s teammates come rushing over and empty their Gatorade bottles over her head as they all jump celebrating her new record. The media quickly rushes in and you lose sight of her as they pull her aside for the post game interview. 

You see her motion one second to the media as they’re putting the headset on her.

“Y/n! Y/n!” She says calling over to you, “don’t leave, imma come find you after this.”

You softly smile and nod your head at her and go start listening to how your crew is doing on the walkies. Post game can get a little hectic so it’s not the end of the world if you need to lock in for a second and finish your game day duties. 

The two of you were taking sneaky glances at one another while you were both working. You loved watching her bask in all her success with her team and the fans. She loved watching you just do what you're great at too. Her hitting a career high was nothing compared to the dopamine she knew she was going to feel celebrating it with you tonight. 

Kate finished up her interviews and you watched as she tossed her towel over her shoulder and walked over to you collecting papers at the scoring table. 

“Here” Kate says, opening her hand to you. 

“What?”

“Let me carry those for you.”

“Kate you just played a whole game, I think I can manage a few papers on my own.”

Kate rolled her eyes and extended her hand again, putting emphasis on it this time. 

You gave her an “are you serious” look and knew she wasn’t going to give up so you smacked them down in her hand. 

“Ow papercut!” She says “haha kidding”

You’re shaking your head with a smile on your face. She’s the goofiest person you know but it is one of her most adorable traits. 

Kate walks with you back to the main office to put the papers away and like a golden retriever, she is immediately intrigued by everything surrounding her. 

“Wowwww what’s this!!” She said pointing at about 50 different things. Most people would get annoyed with someone asking 101 questions but with her you could do it forever. It's part of what makes you guys such good…friends. 

You went to put away your walkies and ear pieces but the basket the extra cases go in was on a High shelf. You kept jumping trying to grab it but your finger tips could just barely graze the bottom of the box. Kate saw you struggling and came over to help. You were on your tippy toes when all of a sudden she was right next to you, towering over you grabbing the basket. You were looking right up at her, nearly a couple inches from her face as she looked down at you. 

clears throat “thanks” you say. 

“What are tall friends for!” Kate says in a super excited voice. For a second there, Yelena got in your head. But Kate clearly not seeing the same thing to you just said that there is nothing there between you two and you were clearly right. 

“Don’t you need to go shower”

“What do I smell or something y/l/n?” She said with this stupid cocky smirk on her face. 

“Yes. Like ass - go shower” 

Kate’s smile just drops off her face as she lunges towards you and wraps her arms around you. 

“Ew Kate stop!!” You were saying as she was laughing wrapping her sweaty arms around you. “You didn’t seem to mind earlier, what’s the problem now?”

“Earlier I was impressed with your new career high. Now it’s old news”

“Wowwwwww” she says with her mouth wide open “guess I’ll just have to drop 50 for you next week to love me again” 

“Make it 55” you said with a wink. 

“Done.”

“You did look good out there today though seriously.”

“Is that all I am to you y/n? A piece of meat?” She says sarcastically with a fake gasp. 

“Yeah basically”

“Wow okay well then how does this make you feel?” She asks and flex’s her arms. 

“Oh- so very aroused” you say overly sarcastic

“Thought so.” Kate replied as you both giggled at each other. 

“Sooo since I helped you carry all those super heavy papers are you going to help me grab my stuff from the bench and bring it back to the locker room?”

You stare at her and roll your eyes as you reluctantly say “I guess so”

At this point the two of you have been doing crap in the office for so long that almost everyone has cleared out from the stadium. You head back out there to grab her warm up shirt and other items as you walk back through the tunnel to the change room. She opens the door as you stand outside. 

“Come on, what are you doing?”

“I’m allowed back there?”

“Yes y/n, besides nobody’s even here they all showered and left already.”

“Okay if you say so…”

You walked back with her as she threw her stuff in her stall. 

“I’m going to shower, you gonna wait for me?”

“Sure yeah”

“Okay cool, feel free to hang out in my stall I’ll be back in a bit.”

You sat there looking at all of the stuff people had in their stalls. Kate didn’t have too much, it was honestly fairly organized, you were surprised. She had a couple of pairs of shoes, water bottles, extra shorts and shirts and at the very back of it, a polaroid of you taped for her to see before every gameday. The thought of her looking at you before she steps on the court every time made you blush a little. 

“Y/n can you come here!” You hear yelling from the showers. 

You walk over and ask her what’s up. 

“Can you grab me some extra soap? This one ran out. It should be in the closet to the right of you”

“Sure” you reply and go grab some. You walked over to her shower stall and pushed the curtain aside just enough for your arm to squeeze through without seeing anything. “Here you go”

“Thanks babe” she says as she grabs it. Her hand grazes yours and you can’t help but all of a sudden feel a little nervous, chills running down your spine. Fuck Yelena. She majorly got in your head. Did you have feelings for Kate? You don’t want to ruin your friendship and she clearly doesn’t like you like that so stop thinking like that!

“I’ll um be back in the locker area” you say with a slight voice crack

“Ok!”

You’re scrolling TikTok to try to take your mind off of whatever the hell that was that just happened when Kate walks out into the changeroom, wrapped in a towel with wet hair. You cross your legs and clear your throat before saying anything.

“You’ve been acting weird today, is everything alright?” She asks.

“Yeahhh, I just have a lot on my mind.”

“Women problems?” She says looking over at you with a smirk and a laugh as she reaches to grab her clothing. Her silver chain dangling down as she bends back up.

“What? Pffft. No. Why would you say that?”

“I’m kidding…I know you can’t have woman problems when you’re too busy being in love with me.”

You feel a lump in your throat develop and Kate lets out a laugh insinuating she was kidding but then gives you a weird face when it wasn’t immediately reciprocated. 

Kate leaves for a second and comes back around the corner wearing only a sports bra and a clean pair of basketball shorts.

“You need to relax y/l/n. You are seriously tense, let me help.” she says as she comes behind you and starts rubbing your shoulders.

The slight touch had a pool developing in your pants. Not good, so not good. 

She is working your shoulders and neck and starts rubbing down your chest a little, you let out a little whimper hoping to god she didn’t notice. “That feel good?” She whispered in your ear, you could feel her warm breath making all the hairs stand up on the back of your neck.

“Mhmm” was all you could get out. You could feel her smirk from behind. 

All of a sudden you felt her lips ever so slightly graze your neck. And then again, and again as she left a trail of kisses down to your shoulder. You let out another moan at the feeling that you have been craving since the day you two met and you just didn’t know it. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do this.” she whispers. 

Kate spins you around so you’re facing her. Her soft lips connect with yours as her hand comes up to your neck and runs through your hair pulling your face in tight to hers. 

“Me too” you gasp out in between kisses.

She pulls you up not breaking your make out session and gently slams you against the lockers. You could feel her tugging at the hem of your shirt wanting it off. You pull it over your head so quickly as Kate immediately starts kissing down your chest. You feel her left hand go around your back and in one quick motion unhook your bra perfectly as it falls to the floor. 

“Wow, you are gorgeous.” she says as she takes you all in. “I have been dreaming about this forever.”

“Oh yeah?” You reply in a flirtatious tone. “What happens in your dreams?”

“Well pretty much exactly this…and then maybe something else…” She says as her finger tips graze the inside of your waistband. Seeking your approval with a simple look, you quickly nod your head yes. 

Kate’s hand quickly sinks into your pants, as she slowly starts to rub between your lips. She manages to find the perfect spot to make you squirm from her touch. 

“That feel good, baby?”

“Y-yes, s-so good.”

You feel Kate push a finger in and your knees nearly buckled from under you. You try to hold yourself up as soft moans escape your lips. Kate kissing you as her fingers make you feel unspeakable things. It felt like Kate knew your body like it was her 100th time doing this. She just knew all the right places to rub and the speed that you needed her at. 

She puts another finger in you and you moan her name loud enough that anyone outside of the changeroom could hear. “Shhhh baby” she says. 

Her hand thrusting into you as she leaves small hickies on your neck for anyone to see. 

“Kate- I’m getting so close.” You mumble out.

“All I want. Is to feel you cum all over my fingers.” she says in the most insanely seductive tone.

You were pushed to your edge the way she was speaking in your ear and released all over her. Her thrusts slowing down as your body starts to give out; she catches you and brings you over to her stall to sit down. 

You catch your breath for a second as you look over to see her throwing on her shirt. Fuck she looked hot in the sports bra. The way her arms looked and how toned she was. 

“Leaving already?” You ask her.

“No baby, just getting my things together so we can go back to my apartment and I can treat you properly.”

“That wasn’t proper?” You say with a laugh.

“y/n, you have no idea the things I’m going to make you feel tonight.”

Fuck that confidence was hot. She was hot. How are you just now discovering this after being friends with her for this long. 

You just stare at her in awe of that performance and what she just said.

“Here’s the plan baby, we are going to go back to my place and hop in the shower together. I'm going to make you cum in the shower this time, so hard that when I take you for a nice dinner afterwards, walking is going to be a challenge. Then we are going to come back to my apartment and I am going to kiss every inch of you, tell you how beautiful you are and hold you until you fall asleep in my arms.”

You just look at her and nod your head in approval. 

“Let’s go love.” she says, extending her hand to help you up. She hands you your clothing as the two of you gather all your stuff to head out.

Kate grabs your hand and holds it tight as you walk out of the changeroom to go back to her place. As soon as you turn the corner to leave, there stands Yelena looking at the two of you walk out of the changeroom disheveled and holding hands. 

“I KNEW IT” she screamed. 

You were practically hiding in your shirt from her as Kate just smirked and looked at you and looked back at Yelena. 

“It’s always been her, what can I say?” Kate says to Lena.

“Be safe you two, I don’t want to be an aunt just yet.” She says as she walks away.

You both laugh and head out. Looking over at Kate still catching glimpses of one another when the other isn’t looking. Fuck she really is the one. 

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[pixiecactus]

some mentions of arya's canonical appearance in the books:

Arya took after their lord father. Her hair was a lusterless brown, and her face was long and solemn. Jeyne used to call her Arya Horseface, and neigh whenever she came near. It hurt that the one thing Arya could do better than her sister was ride a horse.

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Jon grinned, reached over, and messed up her hair. Arya flushed. They had always been close. Jon had their father's face, as she did.

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Jon looked her over with all his fourteen-year-old wisdom. "You're too skinny," he said. He took her arm to feel her muscle. Then he sighed and shook his head.

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Arya's eyes went wide. Dark eyes, like his.

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Sansa couldn't help but smile a little. The kennelmaster once told her that an animal takes after its master. She gave Lady a quick little hug. Lady licked her cheek. Sansa giggled. Arya heard and whirled around, glaring. "I don't care what you say, I'm going out riding." Her long horsey face got the stubborn look that meant she was going to do something willful.

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Sansa could never understand how two sisters, born only two years apart, could be so different. It would have been easier if Arya had been a bastard, like their half brother Jon. She even looked like Jon, with the long face and brown hair of the Starks, and nothing of their lady mother in her face or her coloring.

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And Arya … he missed her even more than Robb, skinny little thing that she was, all scraped knees and tangled hair and torn clothes, so fierce and willful. Arya never seemed to fit, no more than he had … yet she could always make Jon smile.

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The Titan of Braavos. Old Nan had told them stories of the Titan back in Winterfell. He was a giant as tall as a mountain, and whenever Braavos stood in danger he would wake with fire in his eyes, his rocky limbs grinding and groaning as he waded out into the sea to smash the enemies. "The Braavosi feed him on the juicy pink flesh of little highborn girls," Nan would end, and Sansa would give a stupid squeak. But Maester Luwin said the Titan was only a statue, and Old Nan's stories were only stories.

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"It takes no matter." Even if the Titan did eat juicy pink girl flesh, Arya would not fear him. She was a scrawny thing, no proper meal for a giant, and almost eleven, practically a woman grown. And Salty isn't highborn, either. "Is the Titan the god of Braavos?" she asked. "Or do you have the Seven?"

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She looked enough like Arya to give him pause, but only for a moment. A tall, skinny, coltish girl, all legs and elbows, her brown hair was woven in a thick braid and bound about with strips of leather. She had a long face, a pointy chin, small ears.

form your own opinion, really; if you happen to find the dark brown hair with a long oval face combination ugly, i won't stop you.

but what i can get from the text is that arya in respect of looks:

has dark brown hair that jon snow loves to mess up.

long oval face: the oval shape comes into fruition if we take the pointy chin account on adwd of the girl that looked enough like arya.

she's skinny, even for being a child.

dark eyes in comparison to her mother and the rest of her "trueborn" siblings that have blue eyes.

most of the negative opinions about her appearance come from her sister/bully and arya's own warped sense of self-image due to being mocked by other girls, and this developed into low self-esteem.

arya has white skin, most likely with a pink undertone. same as sansa. (i looked this up; skin that looks pink happens to have a cold undertone; that's the correct classification)

i'm not going to make the point that arya's actually pretty, because i tend to lean more in the direction of: "she will grow into her looks and find comfort and acceptance in them" but i'm going to copy and translate what i wrote in spanish yesterday (a few hours ago)

because "there's multiple people that happen to find arya pretty" + "various examples that in the universe of the books beauty is subjective" + "arya is compared in appearance to her aunt, who was considered a beauty" + "the only people who called her ugly are two spoiled and hateful girls" could never result in the conclusion of "arya is ugly" for me.

i guess, we'll see each other in a few weeks or months when another weirdo happens to claim to have found enlightment in the revelation that a little girl has to be ugly for some reason that is not in the text (it never is) and how we don't get it because we are dumb as rocks.

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19 - Lyca 😘

#19 - One person stopping a kiss to ask “Do you want to do this?”, only to have the other person answer with a deeper, more passionate kiss.

Kisses Prompt List • Kisses Masterlist

(I do my best to write the reader as gender neutral unless otherwise specified - if you send me an ask and prefer masc or fem, please let me know)

♡ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ♡

The room was dimly lit, the only source of light coming from the faint glow of the moon filtering through the curtains. It was quiet, save for the soft rustling of fabric as you and Lyca sat together on the edge of the bed. The air between you felt charged, every unspoken word hanging in the silence like static waiting to spark.

Lyca had been acting strange all evening. His usual gruffness was muted, replaced by a quiet nervous energy. His tail flicked restlessly behind him, and his eyes kept darting toward you before quickly looking away, as if he couldn’t quite bring himself to hold your gaze.

You weren’t exactly sure how it had come to this—how the space between you had shrunk to nothing, your faces so close you could feel his breath against your lips. Instinct had taken over, and before either of you could think too much, your lips met in a tentative kiss.

It was soft at first, almost cautious, as if both of you were testing the waters. Lyca’s hands hovered near your sides, unsure of where to rest, and his tail twitched nervously behind him. But just as the kiss began to deepen, you pulled back slightly, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Do you…” Your voice was barely above a whisper, hesitant and unsure. “Do you want to do this?”

For a moment, there was nothing but silence. Lyca stared at you, his expression unreadable, and you felt your pulse quicken, uncertainty creeping in. Maybe you had misread the moment. Maybe he didn’t want this after all—

Before you could pull away further, Lyca closed the distance between you with a sudden, fierce intensity. His lips pressed against yours in a kiss that was anything but hesitant. It was deeper, more passionate, carrying with it all the emotions he hadn’t found the words to express. His hands, rough and warm, cupped your face, holding you gently but firmly in place.

Your initial surprise melted away quickly, replaced by a warmth that spread through your chest like wildfire. You leaned into him, your hands finding their way to his shoulders, gripping the fabric of his shirt as you kissed him back with equal fervor.

Lyca let out a low sound, somewhere between a growl and a sigh, as if finally giving in to something he’d been holding back for too long. His tail flicked once, then stilled, curling loosely around his leg as he leaned closer, deepening the kiss further.

When you finally pulled back, breathless and flushed, Lyca didn’t move far. His forehead rested against yours, his eyes half-lidded and glowing faintly in the low light. His ears twitched again, but this time it seemed more from contentment than nervousness.

“You didn’t have to ask,” he muttered, his voice low and slightly hoarse. “I… I wanted to.”

You smiled softly, your thumb brushing against his cheek. “I just wanted to be sure.”

Lyca huffed, his cheeks tinged with a faint pink. “You’re weird,” he said, with a touch of fondness. “But… thanks.”

You chuckled, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his forehead. “Anytime,” you whispered.

For a while, neither of you moved, content to stay close, the tension from earlier replaced by a comfortable warmth. The world outside seemed far away, leaving only the quiet, moonlit room and the steady rhythm of your breathing.

Lyca’s tail flicked again, brushing against your leg. “You really are weird,” he muttered, but there was a softness in his tone that made your heart flutter.

“And you really like it,” you teased.

He didn’t reply, but the way he leaned in to kiss you again, slower this time, was answer enough.