#and then it’ll be more expensive and then my parents will have to pay more even if i work it wont be enough for a long while probably idk

[sunniques]

— 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 !

➺ PAIRING: choi seungcheol x female reader

➺ GENRE: stepdad au, smut

➺ SUMMARY: your stepdad shows you how blissful life would be if it was just you and him.

➺ CW/TW: stepcest, infidelity, age gap, reader can be carried by cheol, mentions of drugging, daddy kink, spanking, cockwarming, fingering, oral sex (f), unprotected sex, mirror sex, having sex while someone else is in the same room, creampies, squirting

➺ WC: 6.5k

NOTE: PLF MASTERLIST. don’t like, don’t read. thank you to my oomf @wonustars for beta reading <3

Seungcheol is conscious of the fact that he’s been acting out of character ever since his wife returned from visiting her parents. Maybe he’s being too obvious about no longer wanting to stay married, but he doesn’t care. Not when making you happy is the greatest joy in his life.

“Cheolie,” you say sweetly as you gently tug on his hand to get his attention. “Look at this one! It’ll look so good on you!”

You’re giddily pointing at one of the many necklaces on display. It’s exactly the type of jewelry he likes to wear, and his heart tightens with affection at the fact that you know that. Unlike his wife.

“Sir, box this necklace up for me please,” he says to the employee attending you two without looking away from your smiling face.

“The price—”

“It’s fine,” Seungcheol waves him off without any hesitation. “I’ll pay whatever price.”

Even the man blushes when Seungcheol brings your intertwined hands to his lips to place a sweet kiss on the back of your hand. His love for you is so clear, and he thinks it’s extremely sweet that your boyfriend(?) bought every single piece of jewelry you said will look good on him without any hesitation.

“What about you, sweetheart?” Seungcheol says as he tugs you closer. “Do you want anything else?”

You tilt your head with a thoughtful hum. The cute bracelet and matching rings were enough for you, but there is something else you want. Something that only Seungcheol could get you and would mean more to you than the things you picked out.

“Will you choose something for me?”

Seungcheol’s heart stutters at the way you blink up at him, eyes shining with affection and anticipation. There’s no way he could ever say no to you, and the more he thinks about it, the more he likes the idea of you going around wearing something he chose for you. So he pulls you to the opposite end of the counter where the more expensive items are at.

After you’re done, Seungcheol savors the walk to the car. Your hand in his feels so right. It’s almost like his hand was made to fit with yours. Even on the drive home, Seungcheol doesn’t let go of your hand. He’s not ready to yet. Knowing that he’ll have to let you go and act like you didn’t spend the day together is getting harder for him. Having to hide everything he feels for you is bothering him more and more as the days go on.

“We’re home!” You call loudly as you walk into the large foyer.

“You’re back!”

Your mom rises from the couch when you step into the living room. Immediately, she goes to hug your stepdad. You stifle a laugh when Seungcheol obviously dodges her kiss and it lands on his cheek instead. Your mom frowns but doesn’t say anything. Instead she focuses on all the shopping bags in her husband’s hands.

“What’s all this?” She glances up at her husband before looking back at you. “Did you ask Seungcheol to take you shopping?”

“He offered,” you say casually, trying not to sound smug. “Since we’re spending next week at the villa.”

Your mom sighs and looks at her husband pointedly. “You didn’t need to buy her so many things.”

“It’s okay. I don’t mind.” Seungcheol says sincerely. “It’s the first time we’re going away together as a family, so I wanted to spoil her a little.”

Your mom frowns, but doesn’t argue. “Fine, but Y/N, at least help your stepdad with the bags!”

Seungcheol waves his wife off, assuring her once again that it’s no problem. You shrug insouciantly when your move gives you an irritated look. It’s not your fault her husband’s love language is acts of service (not that she would know). Instead of lingering downstairs so she can nag you, you follow your stepdad upstairs.

A warm feeling tugs on your chest when you see him set down all the bags beside your bed. You wonder what it would would be like to live every day like this—a life where it’s just you and him. The fleeting thought pushes you to go and hug him from behind.

Seungcheol smiles when you lean your head against him and tighten your arms around his waist.

“Thank you for my gifts, Cheolie.”

The words are spoken sincerely and with no trace of lust. Only with pure, unadulterated affection. It makes him smile wider. “You’re welcome, baby.”

You two stay like that for a while until your mom’s voice calls for her husband. A petulant frown takes over your face as you reluctantly step away from Seungcheol. It’s times like these where you wonder how much longer you can keep doing this. Sharing him wasn’t (that much of) an issue for you before, but things shifted drastically after the weekend you two spent alone. Now, Seungcheol feels more like yours than he ever has.

What you don’t realize is that your stepdad feels the same way, only his feelings are ten times more intense than your own.

That night, Seungcheol lays in bed and goes over his plan to make sure his wife doesn’t get in the way next week. He plans to have fun with you and only you. It’s the perfect opportunity to show you what a life with him will be like. By the end of the week, he knows you’ll want nothing more than to start a life where it’s just the two of you.

“Mom, it’s not a real vacation if you work the entire time,” you say with a sigh.

As usual your mom waves you off with a disinterested hum. She types away on her computer, only pausing to take a sip of her coffee. “I just need to answer a few emails.”

“You said that an hour ago.”

Even though it’s such a nice day out, your mom refuses to go anywhere. The most she’s willing to do is sit out on the terrace and work. It makes you wonder why she suggested this vacation in the first place.

“Why don’t you go keep Seungcheol company?” Your mom suggests without looking up. “He’s inside watching a movie.”

You sigh again and head to the living room where your stepdad is. Licking your lips, you go over and join him on the couch. Seungcheol smiles warmly when you sit down next to him. He wraps a strong arm around your waist to pull you closer. His hand slowly trails up until his fingers are teasing your nipple. The thin sundress you’re wearing makes it easy for him to get it to pebble.

“You look so cute, princess,” Seungcheol says as he roughly squeezes your tit. “Did you wear my favorite dress on purpose?”

The devious smirk you give him makes him groan quietly. He yanks up the hem of your dress, exposing your plush thighs and bare pussy to the cool air. Seungcheol licks his lips. “Fuck. You just wanted me to see your cute little cunt, didn’t you, brat?”

“Yes,” you say as your body burns with need.

You spread your thighs, bearing your dampening cunt completely for your stepdad. Seungcheol goes to cup your pussy, thumb slowly rubbing dizzying circles on your clit.

“You’re already so wet,” he groans in delight. “What a little slut.”

You mewl as he slowly sinks two fingers into your clenching hole. A loud whine gets stuck in your throat as Seungcheol’s fingers venture deeper into your needy cunt, eagerly seeking out the spongy spot that always reduces you to a moaning mess. You rock your hips slightly as you turn your head to bury it in his broad shoulder.

“Daddy,” you whimper as his fingers flex deeper into your soaked pussy. “Make me cum.”

“Nasty girl,” Seungcheol’s smirk is wolfish as he sinks a third finger into you. “You that desperate for me?”

Your cunt throbs and releases more juices as his long fingers scissor you open. Arousal pools in the pit of your stomach as your tight walls flutter around his fingers. They slowly pick up the pace, reaching the spot that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Yes—fuck. It feels so good, daddy,” you whine brokenly as your tight walls suck on his fingers.

“You’re going to get us caught if you keep being loud, baby,” Seungcheol groans as his thick cock strains against his sweatpants.

You moan softly when his fingers slide deeper inside you to press against the sensitive spot that always makes your brain shut down. He laughs in his throat when your eyes shut and your mouth drops open in a silent moan. The sound of your arousal gets louder with every passing moment. Seungcheol’s eyes are dark as he grabs your leg to hook it over his own to spread your pussy wider for him.

“God, just look at how wet you are,” Seungcheol uses his free hand to grab the back of your head and force you to watch as he plays with your squelching pussy. “Dripping all over my nice couch.”

“Can’t help it, daddy,” you whimper as you watch his long fingers penetrate your tight hole. “I’ll lick it clean later.”

Seungcheol lets out a low groan, cock throbbing at your filthy words. You’re both entranced with how your cream is coating his long fingers, noticeably creating a ring where his wedding band is. You can’t deny that you love how your juices stain the metal. It’s like you’re claiming his as yours.

“Nasty little slut,” Seungcheol growls as he works your pussy open. “You like daddy fingerfucking you while your mom is on the terrace?”

You close your eyes and nod dizzily.

“Keep your eyes open, brat.”

The demand is followed by a harsh slap on your cunt. Your loud cry mixes in with the lewd sounding smack. Seungcheol quickly stifles your cry by smashing his lips onto yours. He swallows all your moans and mewls as he forces his tongue into your mouth. The way his tongue massages yours is enough to push you over the edge.

Your pussy clamps down on his fingers as your orgasm rips through you. Seungcheol groans into your mouth as you gush all over his fingers. Your soft cry sounds so hot, even if it is stifled by his mouth.

“That’s it, princess,” he murmurs adoringly as you grind into his hand. “Fuck. It’s so easy to make you cum.”

You whine when he slowly pulls his fingers out of your soaking cunt. Your pussy flutters when you see sticky strings of arousal clinging to his long digits. Seungcheol gives you a filthy smirk before he sucks on his fingers, groaning lowly at your sweet taste.

“Can I have your cock now, daddy?” You bat your eyelashes in the way that always gets him to do what you want.

Seungcheol immediately pulls down his sweats enough to let his cock spring free. It pulses with need as he goes to lay you on your back. Your dress is pulled higher to completely expose your messy pussy.

“Be good for me, baby,” your stepdad hisses as he rubs his leaking tip between your folds.

Your cunt clenches around nothing as Seungcheol collects your arousal on his cock. He smirks down at you before slowly easing into you. His groan makes you clamp down on him.

“Goddamn,” Seungcheol groans when he finally bottoms out. “Pretty little pussy’s always so fucking tight.”

Impatient as ever, you start to grind up into him, using his cock like a toy. Seungcheol’s eyes gleam with fondness as your juices smear all over his pelvis. He starts to move, hips grinding into yours. You moan quietly as his thick cock stretches and fills your needy hole.

“Harder, daddy,” you whine like the brat you are. “Make me cum all over your big cock.”

Seungcheol growls quietly. He loves how nasty and needy you get whenever your mom’s around. As always, he can’t deny you or himself that pleasure. Your stepdad starts fucking into you roughly, making your pretty tits bounce in your dress. He roughly yanks down the material, loving how hard your nipples are. He swoops down to suck and bite on them, hips never stopping as he fucks his thick cock into your aching cunt.

“Daddy!” You mewl, arching your back and forcing your tit deeper into his mouth.

You love how he’s fucking you like some mindless animal. His cock is drenched with your cream, completely coated to the hilt. You cry out when his leaking tip hits your sweet spot, repeatedly ramming it over and over again.

Seungcheol nips at your nipple before moving to give the other one the same attention. His heavy balls slap your ass with every thrust, and he can feel his orgasm quickly approaching.

The sound of the glass doors sliding open startles you, but not enough to tell your stepdad to stop. Seungcheol slows his movements, but makes no move to slip out of your pussy. He releases your nipple with a too loud pop and slowly straightens out. You cover your mouth with your hands, pussy clenching as you hear footsteps fade into the direction of the kitchen.

“Honey, where’s Y/N?”

Seungcheol eyes flicker down to you, cock throbbing at the sight of you all fucked out underneath him. All his wife has to do is walk in his direction to see her lovely daughter stuffed full of cock with her pretty tits out. She’d see the remnants of his spit on them and know he was licking and sucking on them like he’d never done to hers.

“She went upstairs. I think the movie bored her.”

Luckily, only your stepdad’s head and shoulders are visible from over the back of the couch. You’re completely hidden, which is why Seungcheol slowly starts to drive his girthy cock into you. You’re sure that if the movie wasn’t playing, your mom would be able to hear the lewd squelching coming from your pussy.

“Okay. Well, I’m going to have to jump on a call in a bit,” your mom says dismissively, clearly not too interested in your whereabouts. If only she knew. “I’ll be out on the terrace for a while.”

“Fine,” Seungcheol’s voice is a bit strained as his wife comes out of the kitchen with a fresh cup of coffee. “Just make sure you tell your boss that this is the only call you’ll take this week.”

His hips have stopped moving by now, but the fact that you can tell your mom has come closer makes you clench down on his cock. You stifle a whine as you carefully grind on his dick. Your clit bumps against his pelvis, making your eyes cross from pleasure.

“You know I can’t do that,” your mom sounds disapproving as she looks down at her phone. “The company needs me. No one knows more about this proposal than I do.”

Using the distraction on her phone to his advantage, Seungcheol grabs your hips and pulls you down on him as he gently thrusts forward. The fat tip of his cock slams right into your sweet spot, and you can barely hold back your moan. Light tremors rake through your body as your stepdad keeps fucking you while his wife in none the wiser. His hands slip down to your thighs before he presses them into the couch to keep you spread for him.

Fuck. It’s such a filthy sight that he almost wishes his wife would see it. That way she would see for herself how much better you look taking his cock.

“Okay. Just let me know when you’re done working. Y/N wanted to go to the beach later.”

His heated gaze stays on you as his wife mumbles a dismissive agreement. Seungcheol’s cock throbs as his wife walks back out to the terrace, sliding the door closed with an audible click.

Seungcheol lets out a dark laugh and immediately goes back to pounding your hot cunt. He grabs your hips and pulls you to meet his rough thrusts. Loud squelching and skin slapping fills the large room as your ravenous stepdad uses you to get closer to his orgasm.

“God, baby. You get so tight when you think we might get caught.” Seungcheol groans loudly, knowing his wife has put in her earphones by now to focus on her meeting. “You like the idea of your mom catching you fucking her husband?”

You nod through an impetuous moan. “Yes—fuck. I wonder what she’d do if she saw how much better you like my little pussy.”

“Filthy little brat,” Seungcheol groans fondly as he keeps pumping his leaking dick into you.

“You like it too, daddy,” you moan as his frantic movements grow rougher. “Just knowing your wife might walk in and see you stretching me out on your big cock turns you on.”

Seungcheol moans, unable to deny it. He starts to rub fast circles on your raw clit, eager to get you to cum on his cock. He gives you a filthy smirk when you tighten around him again.

“Are you gonna cum for me, baby? Cream all over my cock so I can fill you up like you want?”

Your stepdad fucks into you harder when you moan out a desperate yes. He rams his cock deeper into your pussy until you’re nothing but a moaning mess. Filthy noises mix in with the forgotten movie as Seungcheol’s thick cock spears into your messy hole. His fingers play with your sensitive bud, quickly driving you over the edge from how good it all feels.

You wrap your legs around him, pussy convulsing as you cream all over his dick.

Seungcheol groans out your name, sloppily fucking you through your orgasm. Your pulsing walls grip his cock tightly, effectively milking him for his hot cum. He shoots thick ropes into your pussy, filling you to the brim. You happily take it all, loving how it drips down his cock with every needy grind. He slaps your pussy playfully before capturing your lips in another nasty kiss.

You gently nip at his soft lips, not wanting to separate from him yet. “Let’s go upstairs, daddy. We need to clean up before lunch.”

Sometimes, you wonder if your mom cares about you at all. In the morning, you wake up to a text saying she’s cutting the vacation short because an emergency came up at work. You almost think you’re still dreaming until you rub the sleep out of your eyes and read the text again.

It’s not disappointing, not exactly. From the start you knew she didn’t actually want to go on vacation. It was just another attempt to save her failing marriage, but as usual, she put her career first.

You roll out of bed and go to the master bedroom. Right away, you can tell your mom is gone. All her stuff is gone, and you wonder just how early she got up to catch a flight back home. You pout when you notice that Seungcheol also isn’t in the room. Since your mom is gone now, you had planned to wake him up with some head. Just as you contemplate your next move, you hear noise coming from downstairs.

One thing you never thought you’d see is Seungcheol standing at the stove, shirtless and only wearing pajama bottoms. He’s cooking something that smells delicious, and the fact that he looks so hot doing it just makes it even better.

You quietly walk up behind him and wrap your arms around his chiseled torso. “Morning, Cheolie.”

“Morning, baby.” He says fondly.

Your stepdad shudders when you place a soft kiss between his shoulder blades. He basks in your touch, glad that you don’t immediately pull away from him now that you’re alone.

“I’m glad she’s gone,” you say after a while. “That way I can have you all to myself.”

Seungcheol knows he’s blushing, and he’s glad that you can’t see it. His heart pounds as he hums in agreement.

“We can do whatever you want, baby. Just tell me and I’ll make it happen.”

You grin against his back, already planning the perfect day with him in your head.

After you two have breakfast, you and Seungcheol head to the beach. It’s a beautiful day out, and you love that you can openly hold his hand and be affectionate with him to your heart’s content.

“Let me put sunscreen on you, princess.”

You lay on your stomach, humming in delight when your stepdad’s big hands smooth down your back and legs. He really works the cream into your skin, making sure no place goes untouched. Once he’s done, you grin at him.

“Your turn.”

Seungcheol feels like he’s in heaven. He’s lying on his back with you sitting on his lap in the tiniest bikini he’s ever seen. You’re rubbing sunscreen all over his chest and torso, cooing about how hot he is every thirty seconds. He sees other men looking at him with pure envy, and that just makes the experience all the more sweeter. Because he belongs to you, and it’s clear that everyone on the beach knows it.

You spend most of the day at the beach, building sandcastles and playing in the pretty ocean. Being with Seungcheol makes you feel alive and at ease. He’s so easy to be with, and you can tell he feels the same way.

When you return to the villa, Seungcheol tells you to shower and get ready because he’s taking you to one of his favorite restaurants. The way you run upstairs while squealing with excitement is so endearing to him. He yells a reminder to use the bathroom in the master bedroom since that’s where you’ll be staying for the rest of the week. He laughs heartedly when you respond with yes, daddy!

Seungcheol has never felt more lucky than he does now with you on his arm. You cling to him as you’re escorted to a secluded table with a fantastic view of the city. Seungcheol pulls out your chair, eyes trained on the glittering necklace around your neck.

“You keep staring,” you say teasingly as your stepdad goes to sit down.

“It’s because you look incredible in diamonds,” he says honestly. “I’ll have to get you matching earrings next time.”

Your stomach flips in excitement. Not because he’s talking about getting you something incredibly expensive to go along with the diamond necklace he bought you, but because he says it like you deserve nothing less.

“You don’t look so bad yourself,” you say, eying the necklace you picked out for him.

“My girl has incredible taste.” He says with a flirtatious smile.

The words make your heart stutter. It’s the first time he’s said something like that without being in a sexual setting. You don’t hate it. Actually, you like it a little too much.

“What kind of wine do you prefer?” Seungcheol wonders as he looks through the menu.

“Choose for me,” you say. “I want to know what you prefer.”

Seungcheol tries to contain his smile as he tells the waiter to bring a bottle of red wine. It’s hard not to feel like a giddy schoolboy when you make it clear the relationship you two have is not just one sided. His heart soars every time you demand to know more about him.

The rest of the night feels like a beautiful dream, one that neither of you want to wake up from.

“Let’s go upstairs. I want to fuck you properly.”

You laugh excitedly as Seungcheol leads you up the stairs. He’s playfully biting at your neck and letting his hands roam your body. It feels so blissful that you barely register that you’ve made it to the master bedroom.

Seungcheol spanks your ass before he’s desperately yanking your dress off. You go to take off the expensive necklace you’re wearing, but he stops you.

“Leave it on.”

You feel arousal drip down your thighs as you go to lay on the bed. Seungcheol quickly takes off his own clothes. His eyes are locked on your body, staring at you like you’re his prey. You’re no better. Like always, you can’t take your eyes off of his girthy cock.

“Spread your legs for me, sweetheart,” Seungcheol demands as he gets on the bed. “I need to taste you.”

You do as he says, eager to feel his tongue slipping through your folds. A loud moan cuts through the air when he buries his face in your pussy. He places open mouth kisses on your lips and clit, eager to make you fall apart on his tongue.

“Fuck, daddy,” you moan at you use your hands to hold yourself open for him.

Seungcheol fucks his tongue into your fluttering hole, moaning at the taste of you. He quickly loses himself in your taste, slurping up every bit of your arousal. You clench down on his tongue as he messily licks back up to your clit. You writhe underneath him as he sucks your pulsing bud into his hot mouth. Eagerly, you grind your clenching cunt into his mouth.

“So fucking sweet,” your stepdad groans as he slowly pulls back.

You cry out when he gives your pussy a harsh slap. The wet smack sends tingles up your spine. Your pussy is pulsing as you stare at Seungcheol with hungry eyes. His lower face is completely covered with your juices, and he’s never looked hotter. You moan when he slaps your cunt again. It hurts so good, and you arch into it when he keeps doing it. Each slap is harder than the last, and by the time he’s done, you’re gushing all over the sheets.

“Roll over for me, baby.”

You do as he says, pussy clenching in eagerness. He’s always so rough when he takes you from the back. Seungcheol’s eyes are dark as he yanks you toward him. Just when you think he’s going to tease you, he sinks his cock into your pussy.

“Take daddy’s cock like a good little princess.”

You let out a wanton cry when he harshly bottoms out. His leaking tip slams right into your g-spot and forces more juices out of your hot cunt. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you deepen your arch.

“Fuck me, daddy!”

Seungcheol growls in his throat before he pulls his cock out of you halfway only to slam it back into your clenching heat. Arousal gushes from your pussy at his rough movements. You can feel your juices dripping down your thighs and onto the sheets. A quiet whine escapes you when Seungcheol grabs your hair and pulls your head up to make you look into the mirror across from the massive bed. The sight is so filthy and hot that you start to lose yourself in the pleasure of it all.

Your stepdad starts pounding into your tiny pussy, fat cock stretching you out just how you like. As your eyes roll to the back of your head, your hips start to move on their own accord, rocking back on him to get his dick deeper inside of you.

“That’s it, baby,” Seungcheol groans, drilling his cock deeper into your squelching pussy. “Work that hot little cunt on your stepdad’s cock. Fuck. Get it nice and wet for me.”

You move your hips more eagerly, eyes rolling to the back of your head as Seungcheol hammers into your sweet spot. He’s relentless, fucking you like you’re nothing more than a hole.

“Keep your eyes on me, brat,” Seungcheol commands as he gives your ass a hard smack.

He meets your eyes in the mirror and smirks. God is he fixated on you and the way you look while he’s splitting you open. Your diamond necklace dangles with every rough thrust, and it makes his cock twitch and throb. As always, Seungcheol was right. You look so lovely getting fucked in the diamond necklace he picked out for you.

“Da-Daddy,” you gasp out.

“So fucking tight,” Seungcheol groans, fucking into you harder than before.

The sound of skin slapping together gets louder, and so do your filthy moans. You watch Seungcheol in the mirror, loving how hot he looks while he destroys your pussy.

“You’re so fucking hot, daddy,” you whine as you spread your legs.

Seungcheol hums approvingly and starts snapping his hips into you. He slaps your bouncing ass, pistoning his big cock in and out of your dripping cunt like a madman. You’re completely gone, moaning and mewling like it’s all you know how to do. It makes him go harder, fucking into your tight little pussy with no mercy.

“Tomorrow, we’ll do this outside.” Seungcheol decides, cock throbbing at the idea. “I’ll fuck you out in the open like the nasty slut you are.”

You slip your fingers down to rub your pudgy clit, loving his filthy words and how much they turn you on. Seungcheol lets out a dark laugh when he notices.

“Like that? Yeah, I bet you do,” he groans, taking his eyes off the mirror to watch your pretty ass recoil against his pelvis. “Dirty little brat. I’m gonna cream your little pussy until you can’t take anymore.”

“Fuck, daddy,” you mewl. “You’re so dirty.”

Seungcheol laughs as he drills his cock deeper into your cunt. His heavy balls slap your clit and drive you closer to your climax. All your stepdad has to do is give you one last thrust to push you over the edge. You yell out his name as your pussy gushes with your orgasm. Your stepdad groans loudly at the feeling of your tight pussy squeezing his dick.

“That’s it, princess. Cream all over daddy’s cock like a good girl.”

You bounce back on him, eager to get him to stuff you full. “Cum inside me, daddy!”

Seungcheol moans your name and fucks his cock deep into your cunt before releasing his hot load inside you. Your pulsing walls milk him for everything he’s worth. Thick ropes of cum flood your little pussy until it’s leaking onto the soiled sheets. Slowly, Seungcheol pulls his cock out of your messy pussy. He loves the sight of his cum dripping out of your pretty cunt. It makes him ravenous all over again.

“Get up.”

You lick your lips and follow your stepdad as he gets off the bed. A squeal escapes you when he presses you against the wall. Seungcheol kisses you hotly as he pulls you closer to him. You barely notice as he goes to pick you up. He effortlessly throws your legs over his bulky arms before he teasingly drags his dripping cock over your messy cunt.

“Guide me in, baby,” he says as he presses wet kisses on your jaw. “Let daddy slide into your tight pussy.”

You whimper, pussy dripping with revived arousal. Lust clouds your mind as you go to do as he says. With one hand on his broad shoulder, you grab his cum covered cock and guide it to your soaking entrance. His bulbous tip nudges your pussy before he sinks you down on his throbbing cock. His hips flex as he slowly starts to fuck up into your little cunt.

“God, baby. Your cute little pussy just keeps sucking me in.”

Your nails dig into his shoulders as he fucks his cock against your sweet spot. Lewd squelching fills the room as your stepdad bounces you on his cock. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as his big dick stretches you out for the second time. The slight pain from his thrusts make you clamp down on his cock tighter.

“Daddy,” you mewl almost pitifully. “You’re gonna break my pussy.”

Seungcheol laughs. Not only because you sound so fucked out, but because you rock your pussy down to meet his unhurried thrusts. You’re addicted to his cock, and he loves that you can never hide it.

“You can take it, sweetheart,” he coos, eyes fixed on the way your bouncing tits make the diamond necklace look even prettier.

“Fuck,” you moan when he starts to fuck you harder. You gasp and moan when his hands go to grab your ass.

“Pretty little brat,” Seungcheol groans as he kneads and squeezes your ass. “You always look so pretty when you’re stuffed full of cock.”

He keeps thrusting into you until you’re cumming all over his cock. It makes him laugh in delight. “That’s it. Cream all over daddy’s cock. Fuck. Give me another one, baby. I know you can.”

You cry out as Seungcheol keeps bouncing you on his cock while he fucks up into your aching pussy. You’re drunk with pleasure, not bothering to stifle your wanton moans as you get split open with every rough thrust. The room reeks with the smell of sex, and it makes your pussy throb in delight. It always ends up this way, and you love that there’s always evidence left behind of how badly your stepdad is addicted to your tight little pussy.

“Cum again for me, sweetheart. Give daddy what he wants.”

Seungcheol smirks when you let out a fucked out whine. “What? Did daddy already fuck you dumb?”

Your pussy tightens and drips with more juices as you nod stupidly. Once again, your stepdad laughs meanly like he couldn’t be more proud that you can’t even respond to him properly.

Seungcheol squeezes your ass before he walks you back to the bed. You clamp down on him with every step he takes. A petulant whine of protest gets stuck in your throat when he pulls out of you with an obscenely wet sound. He tosses you on the bed before joining you.

“Dumb little brat. You can't stand not being stuffed full of your stepdad’s cock, huh?”

You give him a smirk, a little more lucid now. “Just like you can’t stand not having your cock buried in your stepdaughter’s pussy.”

Seungcheol places your legs over his shoulders and forces his cock back into your needy cunt. You cry out in pleasure, happy that your goading worked.

“You’re right. That’s why I’m gonna have to stay buried in your hot little cunt all week. Keep my little brat nice and full.”

You moan and grind your hips to meet his ravenous thrusts. “Fuck yes. Please, daddy. That’s all I want.”

Something about you begging so prettily and nicely always gets Seungcheol off. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m gonna creampie this sweet little hole the entire time we’re here. That’s what a good stepdad does, right?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” You cry, feeling another orgasm creeping up on you. “You’ll be a good stepdad and stuff my needy pussy, right, Cheolie?”

Something inside him switches when you use that endearing nickname. You’ve never used it during sex, but he doesn’t hate it. He absolutely loves it because it feels so much more intimate.

“Yes, baby,” his deep voice makes your toes curl. “I’m gonna give you a nice hot load. As many times as you want.”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head at his filthy promise. His cock throbs and twitches inside you as he moves one of his hands to rub and pinch at your puffy clit.

“Cum for me, princess. Need your tight little pussy to milk me again,” Seungcheol coos softly.

You pant wantonly as your stepdad hammers his cock harder into your hot cunt. His fingers keep working your sensitive clit as he spears his thick cock deep into you. It’s all too much, and before you realize it, another orgasm crahses into your body.

“DADDY!” Your scream is loud as you arch your back, pussy gushing and clenching around Seungcheol’s huge cock.

“Fucking shit. That’s it, baby. Such a good girl for daddy.” Seungcheol groans as he fucks into your squirting cunt while your walls milk him for all he’s worth.

A feral noise leaves him as he buries his cock to the hilt, girthy length pulsing inside you as thick ropes of cum shoot into your pussy. Seungcheol fucks his spunk deeper inside you, leaning down to place gentle kisses all over your face.

“Taking it so well,” he murmurs adoringly, cock throbbing with pleasure. “Such a good girl for me.”

Seungcheol captures your lips in a heated kiss as his cock releases the last bit of cum. He pulls away and gives you one last affectionate peck before he sits up. His cocks slowly slips out of you, and Seungcheol’s eyes get impossibly darker when he sees his cum slowly tricking from your pussy. You love the possessive look on his face so you clench your pussy to push out more of his hot cum.

“This week’s going to be perfect.” He sighs contentedly.

You hum in agreement, making grabby hands at him. Seungcheol smiles sweetly and goes to cuddle you how you want. You sigh into his chest, letting the exhaustion take over.

“Love you, Cheolie. So much.”

Seungcheol presses a sweet kiss to your hair, basking in the feeling of having you in his arms. “I love you too, baby. More than anything.”

“So, how’s your vacation going?”

Seungcheol hums against your scalp, holding back a groan when you unconsciously clench down on him. You two decided to spend the day by the pool, which led to you wanting to cockwarm him. So now, he’s laying on one of the pool chairs with you on top of him. Your bikini bottoms are pulled to the side as his big cock pulses inside of you.

The fact that he can lull you to sleep while his dick is inside you is so endearing to him. It’s one of his favorite things in the world, and once he hangs up his call he’ll fuck you awake, just how you like.

“Amazing,” Seungcheol doesn’t bother to hide the bliss in his voice. “Thanks again for calling my wife into work.”

Jeonghan laughs deviously. “I owed you one. You helped me pull off my plan.”

Seungcheol laughs along as he thinks back to the pills he gave his friend for his own nefarious agenda. “It took you longer than I thought.”

“You of all people know that plans like ours take time. If anything went wrong, I would’ve lost everything.” Jeonghan sighs as he thinks back on how long it took to perfectly orchestrate everything. “And you know I would never let myself be a bad guy in my little girl’s eyes.”

It’s true. He’s sure Jeonghan would rather die than have his stepdaughter think less of him.

“Seungcheol,” Jeonghan says after a beat of silence. “What’s the next step? I can only keep your wife busy with work for so long.”

Seungcheol grins when you cuddle deeper into his neck. You’re close to waking up, so he’ll have to cut his call short.

“Don’t worry,” he says with a devious grin as his hand smooths down your back. “By this time next year, my ex wife won’t even be a thought.”

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Lease

best-friend!roommate!reader x Steve Rogers

*This was a totally random and spontaneous idea. Not edited. Light language (so we can get *the joke*), pining, light angst, hurt/comfort, and fluff. This work is for all ages! WC ~2k

Sam Wilson introduces you. Both your parents were veterans and active at the VA, so you practically grew up there.

At first, you’re reserved, a little formal, but very nice. Oddly enough, Steve just likes that you don’t hound him with questions about his military service and how it was different based on the decade, etc. You are just…around to listen.

He finds himself filling any (comfortable) silence between you with stories. Stupid things. Things that don’t have to do with the VA or his past or even his present, which is entirely work as Captain America.

Steve gets to a point where he is itching to live off of Avengers Campus, but he doesn’t want to live alone.

One day he finds you hunched over a laptop and grumbling, “why is everything so fucking expensive?”

A sentiment which, of course, he frowns at.

“Sorry,” you shrug, a look of sincere apology on your distraught face. “I didn’t realize it, but apparently, I’m poor with my measly three-thousand-dollar-a-month budget for an apartment. Now I have to find a roommate, and—“ you start wagging a finger at him sarcastically “—I don’t know if you’ve noticed there’re some real weirdos out there. It’ll take me longer to find a safe, stable roomie than it takes to—“

“I can move in with you.”

Steve almost gasps at how fast the words fly out of his mouth.

“Well, not ‘move in’ to your current place. I mean. I can—I would be willing to live with you. Sorry! That sounds bad. You’re not bad. I meant…you know, anytime you want to chime in and stop me would be helpful.”

You remain silent and smirking.

“Right. Okay. So…think about it? Or not, that’s fine.”

“Let’s talk figures, Rogers. The square-footage just doubled, and I need to rework the budget.”

Moving in is shockingly uneventful. You’re easy to get along with, when not suddenly up on your high horse about something, and Steve is easy to get along with under the same circumstances. You push his militant rigidity to the brink on purpose, but never too far.

Things sit out in the wrong place, but it’s never dirty. Stuff doesn’t always get returned promptly, but if he asks, you’re on it.

There are two bathrooms, thank mercy.

He has random and odd hours. You work nine to five, mostly. It’s the perfect level of independence without loneliness for Steve.

Sam and Natasha stop by regularly or ask you both out for drinks or to fun, new places.

One time, when Nat is ribbing Steve to go talk to a cute girl ordering at the bar, he panics and takes your hand in his on the tabletop.

“How can I do that when my date is right here?” he grits playfully through his pearly white teeth. “Leave it alone.”

Each word is punctuated by a shift forward and a slight tilt of his head.

Natasha is unamused and instantly grabs your other hand (which was holding your drink) to pull you toward the dance floor.

It’s awkward for multiple reasons. You’d pay a whole month’s rent to know what Sam and Steve talked about after you left.

Sam takes a different approach, luring—or attempting to lure—Steve into setting up just one dating profile online.

“You don’t have to put photos,” Sam assures, “and you can stick with your first name only. I swear to you, man, this’ll be good for you. Get you out there more. Help me out here, Tagalong!”

He turns to you for support. To be fair, you did quite literally tag along with your parents for years to the VA, and it stuck. Why it sticks as a grown-ass adult? You’ll never know. You just don’t mind Sam Wilson saying it because he means well and never uses it in public.

“Uh, nooooo.”

Sam’s face falls. “What?”

You look at Steve and grimace, clicking your tongue. “He’s not ready for that,” you conclude.

Steve jumps out of the chair, arms wide with victory.

“THAT’S WHAT I’VE BEEN SAYING!”

“I know you told her to say that,” Sam shouts back.

“Did not,” Steve barks.

“He did not.” You lean against your bedroom doorframe. “I just think it’s obvious.”

That makes Steve deflate a little. “Wait, but…I’m not that bad.”

“Oh gosh,” you fake with a huge smile, “look at the time! Gotta be off to bed…”

The men keep fighting albeit muffled from your side of the wall. The only part you can make out before giving them privacy is Sam, whining, “but you actually like bubble baths and walks on the beach, dude. You’re gonna be money on there.”

“Hey, why do you not, ya know, date?”

You look up from your breakfast, stunned because that came out of nowhere. You’ve lived together over six months now, and Steve hasn’t asked for one iota of personal—well, romantically personal—information.

Twiddling your fork around, you think.

“I always imagine what my parents would think of him, any guy I’ve ever considered being with longterm, and…I was just never proud to say ‘here, here’s the one,’ I guess.”

Your parents have been gone for years. You value their opinion anyway.

“Mhm,” Steve hums, “the one?”

You take a bite of food, straightening your back, tossing a dismissive hand in the air. “Yeah, if you believe in that sort of thing.”

He’s quiet for a while.

“So you’re waiting for the right partner?” Steve finally mutters, and he watches your noncommittal gesturing intently.

That was a ‘yes.’

Natasha knows. Sam knows. Steve suspects but won’t admit to anything. You are kind and unreadable.

You’ve always been kind, so there’s no discernible difference to signal you have feelings for him in return. He can’t bring himself to be anything less than a gentleman at home and makes absolutely no moves to find out.

He stays out in the living room a lot more, all hours, hoping you’ll mention staying in for a movie, praying you’ll be tired enough to fall asleep on his lap on the couch.

He’s in way too deep.

What Steve suspects is that it would be too awkward to start anything while living together, but he doesn’t want to leave you in the lurch for rent or a roommate. He also desperately doesn’t want to move out. The status quo is comfortable.

He loves being comfortable with you.

The stress of not telling you, while needing to make some sort of arrangements should telling you blow up in his face, starts to wear on him.

Steve is a pro at compartmentalizing his life, so it’s when he’s stuck at the apartment without any missions, a handful of meetings, and a team that all have lives for two long months that he cracks…in the least attractive way.

He’s messed up his sleep schedule with worry and playing innocent, and out of the not-so-blue, a horrible, vivid nightmare hits him. Steve isn’t even on the mattress anymore by the time he figures out there wasn’t carpet like this in Germany and the desk chair he grips is not a motorcycle.

“Rogers,” he hears. “Rogers, can you look at me?”

The dark room is somehow hollow and stifling all at once. His head turns slower than his brain tells it to.

Steve blinks.

“Do you know where you are?”

“Hey, sweets,” he husks from a dry throat. “What…”

“Can you tell me where this is?” You step closer and pry one of his hands off the mesh to cradle in yours. “Where are we, Rogers?”

“Home.” He swallows. “Our home.”

Your smile doesn’t reach your eyes, but you nod like he’s done well.

“Okay, Steve, I’m going to get you some water. If you want—“ your fingers smooth over the back of his hand, nudging the other to release the chair “—you can sit on the bed.”

You don’t leave. You don’t even get up from the floor.

He doesn’t notice he’s clutching your hands, shaking slightly until long seconds go by.

“Yeah. Okay.” Steve lets go, otherwise unmoving, contemplating how he ever thought the semi-rough industrial carpet felt the same as mud.

You carefully hand him the water and rub his back, using your nails to trace invisible patterns. He can’t remember what he was so scared of a minute ago. He only knows he’s sweating that empty kind of confused.

“What’s that supposed to do?” he asks absently.

You shrug. “Eh. Back scratches just feel good.”

Steve’s mind remains blank as he sips his water.

: We need to renew the lease soon. Like this week.

Steve has stalled as long as humanly possible; he is officially not being a gentleman now. He is a coward.

: Talk about it when I get home?

: Could you at least tell me if this is a hard NO on staying here or just some concerns/questions? : I don’t get why you’re being like this.

Steve gets it, but he hates it.

: I’ll be back tonight. Should I pick up food?

: ffs : Fine. Whatever you want.

Steve also hates when you’re mad at him…which has been happening more and more.

He’s been distant, he refuses to let Sam or Nat come around for fear they’ll play match-maker and ruin the whole thing, and he is about to ruin the whole thing anyway.

Because he is not smooth. Because he is not prepared. Because he’s built up this perfect and amazing, sweep-you-off-your-feet moment.

And he bungles it.

“Out with it,” you command, haughtily yanking your portion of food from the countertop beside him, heading for the dinette.

“I want to be with you,” he blurts.

“Thank god,” you sigh, settling in your spot. “So we’ll go down to the office and sign in the morning. I don’t want there to be an issue if you’re off to wherever for who-the-hell-knows how long on the date the thing expires.”

“No, I…” but Steve’s voice is too quiet.

“There’s only a tiny window where they’re open before I have to head to work, so let me physically sign first, right? Then I gotta go.”

“Sure,” he slurs.

“Steve?” You turn to see him staring down at his food. He’s still across the room. “Are you okay?”

“I said I—I meant that—“ he huffs out his breath and taps his fist on the counter “—I meant that I’m an idiot,” he finishes softly.

Approaching with that beautiful, open-hearted kindness that haunts his days and soothes his night, you cross to him, scratching his back just the way he’s grown to crave.

“Think you might be hangry,” you chuckle.

He cannot do this. Steve is hanging on by a thread until the graze of your hand slides down his forearm to take his plate, and he spins.

He’s thought about kissing you so many times, he mapped out the angles he’d have to hold himself at, how far he needs to lean to get to you, the care to take wrangling in his strength and sheer excitement.

Steve Rogers is good at planning, at least, this part.

Gentle pecks of his plush lips to yours leave gaps in contact that let you whimper, and he fears you stopping him. He presses, wrapping his arms around you and molding your bodies together. The linoleum of the kitchen floor makes sticky sounds beneath your shuffling feet, squeaking once you hit the adjacent wall.

The force of that knocks your frozen arms into his chest, and painfully, Steve relents to step away, but not far. He bites his bottom lip and tastes the balm from yours, his head tilted in shame but fiery eyes watching you from beneath long lashes.

“Oh,” you breathe out. “Oh…you meant…”

Steve’s tongue darts out hungrily.

“Yeah.”

[Main Masterlist; Light Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

They're soooo cute!!!!!!

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Little White Lies

18+ Aaron Hotchner x Fem Reader

Summary: Readers sister is having an Engagement/Christmas party this year and her cousin will be there. With her new fiance. Who is reader's ex. The only logical thing to do is to show up with her own new boyfriend... who isn't really her boyfriend. He's her boss.

Warnings: fake dating, mutual pining, idiots in love, flirting, teasing, there's only one bed, love confessions, getting together, oral sex (fem receiving), condom use, p in v smut, meeting readers family

Word Count: 5.3k

She sits in the corner of the jet, facing Aaron in the two-person seat near the entrance to the cockpit. She’s sat there with him on almost every trip for the past 3 years. He’s good company, not too talkative, he gets her drinks and he gives her little smiles every so often. It’s relaxing to sit with him… however, tonight, she’s not in a good mood and he can tell. 

He looks at her all concerned and then looks around at the others to assure they’re all busy. “Are you alright?” He whispers. Keeping her business between them. 

She shrugs, “My sister’s been texting me. Her engagement party is coming up and I promised I’d go but I just found out that my cousin and her fiancé are going to be there…” 

“Do you not like her?” 

She shakes her head, “it’s complicated.” 

“I’m all ears?” He reminds her. 

She sighs, “Her fiancé is my ex-boyfriend. She slept with him while we were still together… I was in the academy and he was apparently lonely all by himself and didn’t have the time to travel here to see me so he fell into her bed instead.” 

“I’m so sorry,” Hotch says, concern all over his face and disbelief in his voice. “That’s awful, why would your sister invite her?” 

“Because my parents are paying for it and all the family gets to go, no matter what,” she scoffs. “It’s to show off, nothing more.” 

“You know…” he tilts his head to the side and his brows go up as he thinks, a pondering look on his face that’s quite amusing. “You could bring someone with you, someone to prove to him that you’ve moved on and you’re in a much better place now?” He suggests. 

“Yeah, like who? Morgan?” She teases, laughing slightly. 

“Or me?” He offers. His brows were still raised but the softest, most sincere look on his face. She’s never seen him look so… so affectionate. So careful. Unless he’s with Jack. This is his ‘I love you like family I’ll do whatever you need me to’ look. 

“Yeah,” she gives in. “That would be nice… it’s December 22nd. Would you be able to take time away from Jack that close to Christmas?” 

“Where is it?” 

“they’re having it in New York, that’s where my sister lives now,” she explains. “I’m taking the train up the night before, I have a hotel room booked but I could stay with my sister and you could have the room for the night?” 

“Could we switch to a double queen?” He suggests. 

She shrugs, “I can call and find out?” 

“Okay,” he nods. “Jack’s with Haley this Christmas, I see him boxing day till New Year's Day and then he goes back to her.” 

“We’ll have to bring him home something,” she suggests. “We can even go a bit early or stay later if you want to go shopping a bit in the city?” 

“He’s always said he wants M&M’s with his face on them,” he teases. “It’ll be fun.” 

“I’ll tell my sister to expect another person,” she says as she pulls her phone out. “Do I tell her you’re my boyfriend?” 

He nods, “Whatever you want to call me, I’ll be it for the weekend.” 

—

She tells him to pack a suit and obviously an overcoat to stay warm in the cold New York air. The party they’re going to is going to be on the top floor of this really expensive restaurant, they’ll have rooftop access and there’s free drinks. It’ll be the fanciest non-FBI party he’s ever been invited to. 

The team doesn’t know they’re going together, everyone has the next two weeks off unless there’s something serious like terrorism or multiple bodies dropping, or a kid going missing. But it’s not often their Christmas breaks get disrupted. So they pack up on the 20th, everyone takes the elevators down to the garage together and they say goodbye before their vacations. 

He meets her at the train station the next day at 11am, their train leaves at 11:20, and he comes with snacks and coffee. Always in dad mode, he knows what it’s like to go on a long trip with someone who’s hungry, it’s not always fun. They have a little booth together, the trains are mostly empty this close to Christmas. Everyone’s either where they want to be already or taking last-minute flights. So it’s quiet, they get to look out the window together and she shares an earbud with him, with her phone on shuffle, exposing him to a whole bunch of new music. 

And she has a nap, head on his shoulder and wrapped around his arm. It’s not the first time this has happened, he’s let her sleep on him on the Jet and they’ve had to share beds in hotels before. He’s hugged her after rough cases and when she’s just sad… she’s his family. Everyone on the team is. He just feels it a little stronger for her. 

He rests his cheek on her head, looking out the window with a smile on his face. Excited to pretend to be her boyfriend for the next 2 days. To have her hang off his arm, to dance with her… maybe even steal a kiss or two to really sell it. And he can’t wait to see her dress, or how she does her hair or if she’s going to wear makeup? She doesn’t get all dolled up for work, but he’s seen her dress up for the bar and events for the bureau and he thinks she is so, so beautiful. Always, but especially when she puts on lipstick and her good perfume. 

He’s been harbouring this little crush on her for so long that he’s not really sure how much longer it can stay a secret. 

They arrive in New York at 6pm. The hotel they’re staying at has a restaurant and Y/N, being the genius she is, booked a reservation for 6:30. They have enough time to put their bags in their room and head back downstairs, but their room is wrong. 

“They told me they could switch to two queens?” She complains as she sees just one bed. A King bed. 

“Did you specifically say two queens or a double queen?” He teases. “Cause a double queen might make them think you want a bigger bed…” 

She groans, holding her hands over her face, “Oh god, I fucked up.” 

He gently rubs his hand on her back, “Hey, it’s okay. I don’t mind sharing for 2 nights, there’s lots of room in there. Plus… it might be good for playing pretend.” 

She smirks, “my boyfriend would sleep in the same bed as me.” 

“and enjoy it,” he pulls her in for a hug and rests his chin on her head while she snuggles into his chest where she feels safest. 

—

After dinner, they walk around the city a bit. She still has to get her sister something and she has a registry at some fancy store nearby. They get hot chocolates and stand close together as they walk, hands brushing each other but not holding, no matter how much she wants to hold his hand. So she rubs her knuckles against his and waits for him to be the one to finally give in. 

It takes a while, they walk down the block and explore two stores but he finally takes her hand in his, fingers interlocked, as they cross the street. And he doesn’t let go once they’re safely back on the sidewalk. He simply guides her towards the store her sister is registered at and they head inside, closer than ever before. 

“Hi, can I help you with anything?” One of the workers asks with a genuine smile on her face. 

“my sister has a registry here,” Y/N explains. “It should be under Lindsay and Connor Higgins?” 

She’s taken to the register and handed a list, everything they want is on it. Some crossed out as they’ve already been purchased, but a decent amount of things are still there. A lot of it is pointless, fancy shit but she likes to think she knows her sister well. She knows what would actually be used by her and what would just be a decoration to prove she had good taste. 

Her sister works really hard at a very important publishing company, she’s gone to work by 6am and home no later than 8pm most nights. She lives on coffee and wine to wake her up in the mornings and relax her at night. So she gets her an espresso maker and some crystal wine glasses. But when she goes to pay for them, Aaron reaches out and pulls the wine glasses towards himself. “I’ll get these, I can’t go without a gift.” 

She smiles, “you don’t have to.” 

“I want to,” he assures her. 

They pay, they get a decorative gift bag each and head back outside to the cold. He reaches for her hand again and she lets him, smiling over at him. “You’re taking this assignment very seriously.” 

“Have you ever known me to slack on the job?” He teases. 

She bumps her shoulder against his, “No, I guess not… and I guess this is helping, it’ll look more real in front of everyone tomorrow.” 

“It won’t be that hard,” he assures her.

“Why, 'cause I’m so loveable?” She jokes, not believing the words that leave her mouth. 

“Yes, actually,” he nods, smiling over at her. 

She just laughs, not thinking he means it as anything other than familial. “Thanks. You’re pretty great too when you’re not telling me what to do.” 

“I don’t boss you around that much,” he laughs too. “Dave teases me all the time about how much nicer I am to you than the others.” 

“Well, I am your best agent,” she shrugs with a proud smirk. “You wanna go back to the hotel or is there anything you want to do tonight?” 

“We can go back,” he agrees, leading them in the direction of the hotel already. “I’m going to need some good beauty sleep to make your ex jealous tomorrow.” 

“Ha!” She laughs, raising her hand that’s carrying the bag to cover her mouth as she giggles. “Yeah, no you don’t. You’re like a million times hotter than him, it’s not a fair fight at all.” 

“Yeah, okay,” he shakes his head in disbelief. 

“What?” She looks at him like he’s crazy. “Do you not think you’re hot?” 

“Not exactly…” 

“I knew you were funny but that’s hilarious,” she jokes. “You’re very, very hot. One of the hottest men I’ve ever seen in my life, like People magazine should be reaching out to you for sexiest man of the year. You’ve been on the news enough times, surely the public will agree.” 

He laughs at the compliment, “Thank you, I guess… I guess I should trust your judgement here the way I do everywhere else.” 

“Yes, 'cause I’m never wrong,” she reminds him. 

They keep joking around, teasing each other until they get back to the hotel. Up the elevator and into their room. They leave their gifts by the door and Aaron lets her take the first turn in the bathroom to get ready for the night. 

She takes off her makeup, she washes her face and does her skincare routine and he knocks, “Are you okay in there?” 

“Yeah, you can come in,” she announces, still fully dressed. 

He opens the door slowly, “You’ve been in here 10 minutes already I thought you were just changing?” 

“Nope, skincare is important,” she smiles at him, massaging the moisturizer into her face. “Want some?” 

He smiles, “Sure, why not?” 

“Wash your face first, get a new face cloth over there,” she points and steps out of the way of the sink. “My face wash is right there.” 

She watches him wash his face carefully, smiling at him through the mirror with so much affection behind her eyes. He’s so cute when he gets soft like this, she could easily see them having a life like this together. Getting ready for bed together, doing their nighttime routines and falling into the same bed. Night after night. Forever. 

Once his face is washed he looks to her, “How much moisturizer do I use?” 

“Want me to do it?” She offers. 

He nods, “please?” 

“Sit down on the toilet lid,” she instructs and he moves over there quickly. 

She opens the jar again and takes a decent-sized amount onto her fingers, she puts the jar down and smiles at him, “It might be cold.” She dabs it on his forehead, cheeks, nose and chin and then starts to rub it in for him. He closes his eyes and sighs as he leans into it. “Like it?” 

He hums, nodding slightly, not wanting to talk incase he accidentally got cream in his mouth. She just smiles, adoringly, loving that she gets to have moments like this with him. “You’re so cute…” she whispers. 

He chuckles, finally looking at her again. She cups his face in her hands, “all done.” 

“You’re cuter.” 

“What is happening here?” She asks, completely serious. “Are you just a good actor or—

“I was in a few plays,” he teases. “But no, I’m not acting.” 

“Do you have a thing for me?” She lights right up. “Oh my god, you do?” 

“And you call yourself a profiler,” he shakes his head. “Yes, okay? I like you. I think you’re wonderful and beautiful and everything I want— is that what you wanted me to say?” 

“Get up,” she says, pulling at him. 

“Why?” He asks as he stands. 

“So you can be taller than me when I kiss you,” she teases. Grabbing him by his shirt and pulling him in. 

The kiss is soft at first, cute and sweet… but then they get needy. Years of close proximity and bubbling feelings and “what ifs” all coming to the surface. He cups the back of her head with one hand and holds her lower back with the other, holding her flush to his chest as his tongue makes her acquaintance. 

She accidentally moans as his hand goes down to cup her ass and he smiles against her. He pulls back slightly, noses brushing. “I can’t tell you how long I’ve waited to do that.” 

“Really?” She can’t believe it. 

He smiles before he steals another kiss, and another and another and before they know it he’s backed her out of the bathroom and all the way to their king bed. He has her on the mattress, hand on her back and the nape of her neck as he cradles her and hovers over her. His tongue on hers, their chests pressed together, and her hands on his back with her nails desperately clinging to the cotton. 

He eagerly moves to kiss her neck and while it feels so good, she’s worried about what is about to go down. Sure, she hoped for this. She thought maybe they’d have a few drinks at the party tomorrow and stumble home and fall into bed together and regret it in the morning but this… admitting to liking each other while completely sober, was not on her mind at all. 

“Aaron,” she whispers, hesitation in her voice. 

He pulls back, “something wrong?” 

“Are we going to regret this?” She worries. 

He cups her face gently, his body weight still on top of her, it’s oddly comforting to feel so trapped under him. “I know I won’t, but if you will, then we stop. I never want you to regret your time with me. I never want you to be uncomfortable with me. I never want to lose what we have… so if that means we never have more than a friendship, I'm perfectly okay with that.” 

“I have tried so hard not to love you for the last year and a bit that we’ve been friends,” she admits. “If we go further and you change your mind, I’ll never recover.” 

“I won’t change my mind,” he says, confident as ever. “I want you to love me as much as I already love you.” 

His thumb caresses her cheek while he talks, he looks at her with the most affectionate look she’s ever seen on him. He’s so handsome all the time, but this look. The softness, his big brown eyes, the way he smelled like her face cream and he kept looking down at her lips like he was dying to taste them again… she’s always believed him when he speaks, but this is different. He’s opened his chest and handed her his heart and he wants her to hold it and keep it safe... forever. 

“I love you,” she admits, tearing up because this is so unreal. “I love you so much, Aaron.” 

He kisses her again, so gently, breathing her in and savouring every moment. Sure, it’s not their first kiss, that happened 10 minutes ago, but this is the first kiss they’ll have being openly in love with each other. 

She kisses him again and again, never wanting this to end. She wraps her legs around him, she holds him closer than ever and he lightly moans against her. She starts to work at his shirt, unbuttoning it so she can get her hands under it. She wraps her arms around him, touching his hot skin as he breaks the kiss and moves down her neck. 

“I love you, so much,” he reminds her again. 

“Show me how much?” she whispers right into his ear. 

He pulls back, delicately looking into her eyes, “are you sure?” 

She nods, “more than I’ve ever been before.” 

He gets his shirt off, and he pulls her forward to pull hers off too. Through kisses and rolling around, his pants are off, then her’s. Behind her, he kisses her spine while he unclips her bra, pushing each strap off her arms with kisses to her shoulders, he cups her breasts and kisses up to her ear again, “lay down.” 

She listens, he gets between her legs and peels her underwear off. Raising her right leg, he kisses her knee and down her thigh, as he gets on his stomach, he looks up at her for permission and all she can do is nod because this seems unreal. His big beautiful brown eyes are looking at her from between her legs as he kisses the most intimate part of her body and she’s in heaven. 

She’s died and gone to heaven. The train must’ve crashed and she’s in her own personalized forever with the man of her dreams…. But it didn’t. This is real and happening and she should be enjoying it. 

She grips his hair, and her back arches as she moans into the contact, he’s so fucking good with his mouth because of course he is? Is there anything this man can’t do?

Full of love and zero expectations or worry, she feels herself getting closer to an orgasm so much faster than she has with anyone else ever. Not even herself. Normally she’s so in her head, so nervous and worried or barely being taken care of… this one just sneaks up on her, trembling through her, she grips his hair a little tighter and moans out his name, “Oh, oh I’m cumming, I’m— oh!” 

He laps up every last drop as she rides it out, overstimulating her slightly, and he can tell. He pulls back with a grin, proud of himself and enjoying the way she looks so fucked out like this. 

He kisses back up her tummy, between her boobs and then hovers over her while she’s still catching her breath, “hi…” 

She smiles, “Hi?” 

“Ready for me to show you the rest?” 

“There’s more?” She teases, “You love me more than that?”

He laughs, “Yeah, that was just a taste…” 

She pulls him in for a kiss, tasting herself on his lips. “Mm, a good taste.” 

“You’re telling me,” he growls. “I could do that every day for the rest of my life.” 

“And I’d let you…” 

He kisses her again, cause if he doesn’t, she won’t stop teasing him. 

Kissing him while coming down from her high, feels unreal. She’s floating on a cloud, and might as well be on drugs— it feels too good, she moans against him, legs wrapped around him, she never wants to let him go. He kisses the side of her mouth, “baby—

She hums, pulling him back in for another kiss. 

He pulls back, “I can’t fuck you with my boxers still on.” 

She sighs, pretending it’s more work than it is, “Fine, take ‘em off.” 

He shakes his head with a smile as she lets him go and he’s able to push his boxers off. “And I need to grab a condom—

“did you bring condoms?” She sounds shocked. 

He nods, “yeah… I didn’t expect anything, I just always have some in my toiletries bag.” 

She watches his cute ass jiggle as he walks towards his bag, he squats to undo the zipper and she tries not to laugh at the view of his balls dangling but it’s so endearing somehow? He’s real and there and he’s about to rock her world. 

He’s quick to grab what he wants, he rips the condom open with his teeth and tosses the wrapper to the floor as he rolls it on right beside the bed. She watches carefully, eyes scanning his whole body. She hasn’t really had a good look at him while naked yet, he’s been pressed against the bed or on top of her. But damn. 

“Jesus,” she whispers under her breath. 

He smirks, “what?” 

She waves her hand around in his general direction, “You just walk around with all that under your suits every day?” 

He shakes his head again, “I could say the same thing about you.” 

He crawls back onto the bed, between her legs again, one hand on the bed as he hovers over her, “you okay with this position?” 

She nods, “perfectly okay with it. It’s a very underrated position.” 

“Mhm,” he agrees, leaning in to kiss her again. One hand on her hip, he grinds himself against her, “Ready?” 

She nodded, watching as he lets go of her hip to grip himself at the base, she spreads her legs a bit more and he taps her clit once just for fun but it makes her whine, “Don’t tease me.” 

“But you can tease me?” He asks, head right at her entrance, about to push in… she nods and that’s when he does it. Watching her head tip back with a silent moan. “Now I know how to get you quiet.” 

He goes back to rest his hand on her hip but she reaches for them and interlocks their fingers, instead. He bottomed out and dropped to hover over her once more, bringing their interlocked hands over her head. 

She reached up to kiss him, but Aaron pushed into the kiss and made her settle into the pillow once again. It honestly felt like a movie scene, the first time between two star-crossed lovers. He pulled out ever so slightly before thrusting in again, she gasped against his mouth. Aaron trusted more while she pushed her hips into it as well, an offbeat rhythm developed in pure ecstasy. She let go of Aaron’s hands to snake them around his waist, to run her fingers over the soft and slightly chilled skin of his back. Feeling the bump of his spine Aaron ducked into the crook of her neck, placing kisses along her collarbone.

He changed the position of his thrust as he wrapped his arms under her, arching her back ever so slightly to reach the bundle of nerves that left her a quivering mess. She, in response to the added pleasure, ran her sharp nails down Aaron’s back and he groaned at the feeling, “do that again.” he requested.

“Like that?” She asked, dragging his nails down him once more.

“Yeah,” Aaron moaned, dark and deep. “Mark me… where no one can see it, only you know tomorrow.”

So she does, she runs her nails over his back with more intent, knowing there will be 8 red lines spread down his back in the morning. Just then, he starts to kiss lower, down to her boobs, where he sucks a mark that shouldn't be visible in her dress tomorrow… he wanted to mark her just as bad. But his kisses quickly return to her neck and lower ear. 

“Aaron,” she moans out. “Go a little faster?” 

He does as she asks, keeping that loving feeling but picking up the pace. The feeling of pure bliss overtook her body with each thrust, warm chills ran through him with each brush of his thumb on her clit. Every kiss to her neck and squeeze around her waist made her feel like she was on fire. The hairs on her arms stood up, and goosebumps formed along his forearms. Aaron kissed from her neck to her nipple and took the hard nib into his mouth causing her to moan like she never had before.

“Aaron,” she panted, pulling Aaron’s face back up to his.

His eyes were absolutely blown out in pleasure, those chocolate wonders he used to stare into were now replaced solely by the pupils. She ran her thumb across Aaron’s cheek before reaching to the nape of his neck to pull him into another kiss. Open mouths pressed together, hot air on each other’s faces as they panted to the pleasure.

She was in heaven.

Her orgasm bubbled in her stomach, “are you close?” Aaron whispered right beside her mouth, kissing her cheek lightly after.

She hummed, unable to speak with the mass amount of pleasure coursing through her body. Aaron fucked into her a bit harder, a tiny bit faster, hitting her G-spot dead on each time to the point the nerves in her thighs were quaking uncontrollably.

She was so close, Aaron used 3 fingers to quickly rub over her clit before she threw her head back with a shout. Cumming with her eyes pressed shut, pleasure coursed through her body stronger than she’s ever felt before.

Nothing had ever made her cum that hard, ripping through her like her soul was leaving her body. She dug her nails deep into Aaron’s skin holding him close to his body while he kept thrusting.

A high-pitched gasp left his lips, close to her ear as his hips sputtered into hers one last time. She still hadn’t opened her eyes, her breath rigid, she felt winded. Aaron had stilled as he came inside of her and then collapsed into her, deadweight lying on her.

But she didn’t mind. Not in the slightest. She wrapped herself around him even tighter and kissed the side of his head, “I love you, too.” 

He kisses her neck, “I can’t believe I was afraid to tell you…” 

“Silly man, we could’ve been doing that the whole time,” she teases him again the first chance she gets. 

He huffs a little laugh out of his nose, smiling against her. “We can do this all the time now.” 

“Mhm,” she squeezes him a little tighter. “I hope you know this means we’re dating now. I don’t just fuck anyone. Especially not my boss…” 

He manages to push himself up to look at her, and the look on his face says it all. “Yeah, I know… and I’ll handle the paperwork when we get back.” 

—

They get all dolled up together, between kisses and flirting and teasing… they end up fully dressed, presents in hand, on their way to the party. They hold hands the whole cab ride over, up the elevator and into the booming restaurant. 

It’s entirely booked out for her sister’s party, on the top floor of a fancy building. It’s completely catered, there are fancy waiters walking around with trays of hors d’oeuvres and expensive champagne. They have their gifts taken from their hands upon arrival and their hands are instantly filled with a drink. She looks around, looking for the first person she knows well and spots her mom and dad over on the other side of the room. 

“Come with me, I have some people I want you to meet…” she says as she leads him through the crowd. 

He’s nervous but more excited. She gets to show him off and this isn’t a lie. He really is her boyfriend and they are in love and happy and this is everything he’s ever wanted. With his hand around her waist the whole time, shoulder to shoulder, he meets her parents and her sister. He shakes hands with her dad and her new brother-in-law, he gets hugs from the mom and sister, they’re looking at her with eyes that he can hear. They’re saying how much of an improvement he is to the last guy, they’re amazed at how handsome he is, and he blushes slightly in response. 

“So how long has this been going on?” Her dad asks. 

She looks up at him and smiles, “Not long, but we’re really happy.” 

“The happiest,” he agrees, stealing a quick kiss from her that makes the women swoon. 

“You know, this is fantastic,” her sister announces. “I was worried you’d be upset to see Brad and Cameron here together but now you have Aaron and they’re not even coming anymore. Something happened… I don’t even think they’re together anymore.” 

“Oh?” She’s completely shocked to hear that. 

“Once a cheater always a cheater,” her brother-in-law says under his breath with the roll of his eyes. 

“We see it all the time at work,” Aaron agrees. “It’s pathological. They crave attention so intensely that they’ll do anything to get it, to the detriment of the people they love. They cheat because for a moment they’re the most important person, they’re attractive enough to get who they want and powerful enough to get away with it. And even when it blows up in their face they can play the ‘you wouldn’t be this mad if you weren’t so obsessed with me’ card.” 

“That’s Brad,” her dad agrees. “Good riddance, honestly.” 

“Let’s just leave it there,” her mom announces. “We’re here for Lindsay and Connor.” 

“It’s been lovely to meet you Aaron, but we have a lot of people to mingle with,” Lindsay announces and Connor sighs. “We’ll talk again later?” 

“Sounds good,” Y/N lets them head off and then she’s just with her parents. “Um, I’m hungry… Aaron, did you want to go raid the snacks?” 

“I’d love to,” he agrees. “It was lovely to meet you both.” 

“We hope to see you again regularly?” Her mother throws in. 

“I don’t plan on going anywhere,” he assures, “you should get used to me.” 

She manages to pull him away from them, a little overwhelmed and so in love with him. She gets him to an empty corner and looks up at him like he’s crazy, “did you seriously say that?” 

He nods, “What part of last night didn’t you understand? I’m madly in love with you. I would marry you tomorrow if it wouldn’t take the attention off your sister.” 

She just laughs, shocked and amazed that he just said that. “Really?” 

“Yes. Really.” 

She shakes her head in disbelief, “o-okay… but you still have to ask me. I don’t need anything big and extravagant and I’d like to maybe pick the ring out with you if you want but—

“You want to?” 

She nods, that teasing smirk he loves so much plastered on her face, “I don’t just want to be your work wife, Aaron.” 

“We’ll revisit this in the new year… I need Jack to know about this and be okay with it before I spring a step-mom on him,” he explains. 

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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Lavender for Royalty; Sage for Wisdom Valentine's Day Special

Kyoya Ootori x Reader

Valentine's Day Special 2025

            “Welcome!” said the Host Club, bowing as the doors opened to Music Room 3. The room was pink, as usual, but tablecloths and flowers covered each table, heart-shaped cookies were decorated in red icing, and sweetly painted teacups and china were laid out for guests. It was Valentine’s Day at the Host Club.

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            “(Y/N), do you have any Valentine’s Day plans?” said a guest, nervously fidgeting.

            (Y/N) smiled. “I’m here with you all. That’s all the celebration I need.”

            “Really?” said another girl excitedly.

            “Of course.” (Y/N) looked at all their guests. “Who needs a sweetheart when I have so many sweet companions like you?”

            The girls squealed and blushed.

            “We want to give you something!” said the girls.

            One held out a box of chocolates, another held out chocolate-covered strawberries, and a third held out a packet of rose tea.

            (Y/N) smiled and took the gifts. “Thank you so much.” They looked at their first guest. “I love chocolate. I’m sure it’ll be a sweet as you are.” The girl blushed and ducked her head. “And thank you for the strawberries.” They looked at the next guest and held up a red strawberry. “As red as your cheeks. Adorable.” They smiled so honestly that the second girl nearly fainted into her friend. “And I love tea. How did you know?” They gazed kindly at the final guest.

            “I—Uh—I saw you with different teas each day—” stammered the girl.

            “You’re so observant. I’m flattered,” said (Y/N).

            The girls grabbed each other’s hands excitedly as (Y/N) looked at them with such honest kindness that they couldn’t take it.

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            “Well, we definitely beat last year!” said Tamaki, pleased.

            Haruhi deadpanned. She looked at the mountain of presents given to the hosts from various clients. “This is insane.”

            “If they decide to give us gifts of appreciation, we can’t say no,” said (Y/N).

            “Senpai, you were trying to get gifts,” said Haruhi, looking pointedly at the chocolates (Y/N) was already eating.

            (Y/N) shrugged.

            “(Y/N) is quite right. What type of reputation would the club have if we were to give away gifts from gracious patrons?” said Kyoya, smiling pleasantly.

            “Kyoya, you’re happy because we had record numbers,” said Hikaru.

            “And you had guests buying up photobooks and our signatural roses for a lot of profit,” said Kaoru.

            “Always a financial angle,” said Haruhi.

            “That’s our Kyoya!” said Tamaki.

            “I’m just happy to get sweets,” said Honey, beaming.

            “Mitskuni, you have to remember to brush your teeth,” said Mori. Not only had Honey eaten sweets during the Host Club, but he had also been gifted various sweet treats.

            “I will,” said Honey happily.

            “So…Haruhi…any plans for Valentine’s Day?” said Tamaki, looking at her. “Any commoner festivals or things like that?” He was eager to try to spend more time with her.

            “No,” said Haruhi. “I’m going to study.”

            “What? No, no, you must spend time with people you love—care about! Like your father, if you don’t have a partner!” said Tamaki.

            “My dad is working tonight,” said Haruhi, rolling her eyes.

            “What about your other father?” said Tamaki, inching closer.

            “I don’t have another father.” Haruhi shut that down.

            Tamaki pouted in the corner.

            “What about going out to dinner with us?” said the twins, grinning at a chance to tease Tamaki. “Our parents are going out for a date, so we’re going to be boooooored.” They leaned on Haruhi from either side.

            “I’m not some amusement,” said Haruhi, rolling her eyes.

            “There’ll be fancy tuna and expensive food,” said Kaoru.

            “And we’ll pay for you,” said Hikaru.

            Haruhi froze. “…Promise?”

            The twins grinned. They had her.

            “Sounds fun! Let’s go, too, Takashi,” said Honey, climbing onto Mori’s shoulders.

            Mori nodded.

            “Wait, wait, I’m coming too! You don’t get Haruhi alone!” Tamaki chased the twins out of the club.

            (Y/N) laughed as they went. “Want to join them, Kyoya?”

            “Not particularly,” said Kyoya. “My reputation at whatever restaurant they go to will be tarnished.”

            “They’re not so bad,” said (Y/N).

            Kyoya raised a brow.

            “Maybe they are,” conceded (Y/N).

            “If you were interested in a proper dinner, though, we could head somewhere else,” said Kyoya.

            (Y/N) paused, and their heart thumped. “The two of us?”

            Kyoya shifted ever-so-slightly and cleared his throat. “If you’d like.”

            (Y/N) smiled at Kyoya. “I’d love that.” They loved him.

            Kyoya smiled back at them. He loved them.

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Hi! I'm sorry to be making a post like this, but I'm reopening commissions to make money for my family's dog. Her name is Minnie, and we recently found a lump on her stomach. We're not sure what it is since we haven't been to the vet yet, but if it's something harmful that needs surgery, the vet bills are probably going to be expensive so I'm setting this up now.

My parents just had to pay a couple thousand dollars for our other dog a couple months ago who had cancer (the treatment was successful, thankfully!), and it's going to be a struggle to afford another huge vet bill. I want to help them by paying for some of it.

This isn’t an emergency! I should have at the very least close to enough money to pay for what they’ll possibly need of my part right now so there’s a good chance I won't need this unless it costs much more than I'm anticpating, but I'd feel a lot more comfortable if I could make some extra just in case, and to also make up for some of the money this will cost. And that's only if we find out this is something really serious. It could just be us worrying over something minor, so please don't feel obligated to buy something from me.

(Sneak peak of an upcoming Rising Ashes Page since I need a recent comic example)

I have a lot of art examples on this blog to look through if you’re interested in a commission! If you have a certain piece of mine that you prefer the style of, let me know! I've done a couple of watercolor pieces, and I know there's people who like those better.

I can draw any animal or Pokémon!

If you’re interested in a commission, just message me here on tumblr. I will not trust comments since I get at least five or six commission scam bots a week.

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Scene: $35 (includes shading)

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remus lupin x james potter x regulus black

MATURE 18+ | PART 1 | Threesome | Infidelity | Modern AU

( the night before James’ wedding, they get drunk and make a mistake )

The elevator lurches and James stumbles into Remus, laughing as his champagne nearly spills onto his shoes.

“You’re pissed,” Remus says, catching him by the elbow, firm and unfairly steady.

James snorts. “You’re pissed. I’ve seen you tipsy. You start quoting poetry and making tragic eyes at the wallpaper.”

“Only when it’s floral.”

“It was geometric and you said it reminded you of death.”

Remus smiles into his glass. “Everything reminds me of death. I’m sentimental like that.”

James leans back against the mirrored wall and takes a long sip. His tie is undone. His shirt’s unbuttoned just enough to make it someone else’s problem. His hair is doing that thing where it looks accidentally perfect, like it just woke up beautiful and bored.

“You’re insufferable,” Remus mutters.

“You came with me.”

“You said there’d be more champagne.”

“There is more champagne. And,” James says, waggling his eyebrows, “I’m going to show you how unnecessarily massive my hotel suite is.”

“Oh my heavens,” Remus chuckles deeply. “He’s a size queen.”

“Has three bloody rooms,” James informs with a matter of fact tone. “ I think one of them’s just for looking out the window and sighing.”

“Is that what you’ll do before the ceremony? Stand dramatically and reflect on your sins?”

Potter rolls his eyes. Watching the numbers climb. “I was thinking I’d lie on the couch with one hand draped over my face like a tragic French widow.”

“I’d pay to see that.”

“You’ll get it for free,” James says, and grins, all teeth and mischief, like he doesn’t know how he’s glowing. Like he doesn’t know how much Remus still wants to ruin him. “It’ll be very cinematic.”

The elevator dings.

James steps out first and turns back with a flourish, bowing slightly like a drunk magician.

“Come along, Mr. Lupin. Come judge my ill-gotten luxury.”

Remus follows, still smiling, still aching.

He doesn’t know yet what’s waiting behind the door. Only that he’s already made the mistake.

“Why do you have such an accommodating room?”

“Wedding gift from my parents. Paid for your rooms too — all bachelors included.” James speaks while he fumbles with the keycard like it’s personally offended him.

“Bloody hell—why is this thing not working?” He squints at the slot, then flips the card upside down, then sideways. “Is this even mine?” He tries to blink away his liquor.

“You’re trying to break into someone else’s penthouse,” Remus says, watching him struggle with unmasked amusement. “We’re going to get arrested. You’ll miss your own wedding. Scandal of the season.”

James snorts. “That would be so on brand for me. Arrested in the hallway of a Mayfair hotel. Shirt open, champagne in hand. I’d be in Tatler by morning.”

“You’d love that.” He says as if he doesn’t.

“Would look great in black and white,” he mutters, tongue between his teeth as he finally shoves the card in right.

The lock clicks green.

“Victory is mine,” James declares, flinging the door open like it’s Versailles. “Come in, Moony. Come judge my decadent downfall.”

It’s quite inside. The kind of luxury that comes with a sound … or lack there of. The kind of luxury that speaks for itself.

The kind of expensive quiet that makes your ears ring—thick carpet, high ceilings, golden light that pools in corners like honey. Floor-to-ceiling windows wrap around the room, showing off the London skyline: cold and glittering, soaked in rain and secrets.

The Shard cuts into the clouds like a blade. Taxis crawl below like toy cars. The whole city looks like it’s been dipped in champagne and bad decisions.

“Merlin,” Remus says, stepping into the living room. His voice is hushed. “You weren’t joking.” They were only a floor apart and yet it seems like complete different worlds.

“Three rooms,” James says, kicking off his shoes. He nearly stumbles but he rights himself. “One for sleeping. One for thinking about my life choices. One for doing coke and crying into the carpet,” He off handedly remarks before waving it off. “Or whatever people do in places like this.”

Remus wanders toward the window. The view is obscene. Rich and lonely. He feels like he’s in a super hero novel.

“You know what this looks like?” he says.

James flops onto the velvet sofa, legs spread, shirt rumpled. “A Bond villain’s bachelor pad?”

“A Gossip Girl set or something that’d be on Bravo.”

“How’d ya know what Bravo is?” His brows crease together curiously.

“Sirius and I used to watch that bartending show before our split.” He waves it off and continues. “But this place looks like you’re about to spiral dramatically because you saw your ex snogging someone at a rooftop party.”

James puts a hand to his chest, mock-wounded. “Don’t speak my truth.”

Remus turns, silhouetted by the skyline. Champagne in hand. Tie loosened. His smile is quiet now. Softer.

“You’re not spiraling, are you?”

James looks up at him. Laughs, a little late. A little off.

“No,” he says. “Not yet.”

“Good,” Remus nods. “Tomorrow is gonna be a great day — one of the greatest.” It was, his wedding day, his best mates future. “Nothing to spiral about.” He feels as if he’s telling himself this.

He’s not losing a friend? No. He’s earning a family, yes.

Remus’s gaze lingers on the city, cold and beautiful, as the sounds of London are muffled by the thick glass. A chill has crept into the room, despite the warmth of the champagne still simmering in his chest.

“You got more bottles?” He takes his final mouthful in.

“I should order some.”

James shifts on the couch, tapping his phone screen with a little too much force. He’s squinting, looking for room service like he’s still trying to find something to occupy his mind—something to fill the space that’s suddenly too big. He’s trying too hard to keep the buzz going.

“I need food,” he mutters. “Fucking starving.”

Remus’s voice is quiet behind him. It’s oddly firm. Almost like a reminder.

“…You’re getting married tomorrow, Prongs.”

James freezes, phone still in hand. He stares at the screen, the weight of those words sinking in. Remus doesn’t say anything else for a moment—just watches James’s back. Watches the way he runs a hand through his hair, like he’s trying to shake the thoughts off.

James finally drops the phone onto the coffee table with a soft thud, too loud for how still the room is. A married man. He loves Lily, yes. But was this too soon? Straight out of Uni? Was he too young for such a colossal commitment?

They’d only been dating a little more than a year. Officially, at least.

"Do you… want to take one of the rooms?" he says, almost too casually. "I don’t know. You can have the big one with the view, I guess." He gestures vaguely at the rooms behind him, looking everywhere except at Remus. "I’ll take whatever’s left. Just—don’t want to be alone."

The words hang in the air. Something hollow in them, something raw. The silence stretches. Remus doesn’t move. He doesn’t look at the rooms, or the extravagant bed. He doesn’t need to. He’s already listening to James’s unspoken plea.

Remus turns, eyes soft, lips still curled into something half-amused.

“No need,” he says. “We’re not strangers. You’re not alone here.”

James shrugs, a little too quick. “Yeah, well. It’s a massive bloody suite. I just don’t—" He cuts off, rubbing his neck like he’s got a cramp he can’t shake.

The space is too big. So much room. The city lights seem so far away, and yet so close—like everything outside is moving faster than they are, faster than James can breathe.

He doesn’t want to feel this heavy. Not tonight. Not tomorrow.

He picks up his phone again, tapping through the room service menu, but it’s all the same. Too much. Too fancy. He could just get a burger, but nothing here feels real enough for that.

Remus takes a step forward, quiet now, leaning against the back of the couch. His presence is warm but not overwhelming. He’s there. That’s it. And somehow, that’s enough.

“I’ll sleep on the couch,” Remus says, the softest smile tugging at his mouth. “Not the first time.”

James glances up at him, eyes flicking over Remus’s face, reading it like a book he knows by heart but can’t quite finish.

“Yeah. Guess we can’t all have three rooms, huh?” James says, with a tight half-smile. "Guess that’s what happens when you live a boring life."

Remus doesn’t bite. Doesn’t laugh. He just waits, and James finally—finally—looks at him.

“Thanks,” James says, voice quieter. He rubs the back of his neck again, the tension in his shoulders still too tight. “I’m not good at... being alone. You know that?”

Remus gives him a look, a little smile forming again.

“Guess you’ll have to live with me, then,” he says, half-teasing, but there’s a gentleness behind it. “So, don’t go breaking anything else in this pristine hotel, yeah?”

James gawks. Offended in British.

“I broke one bloody bottle-“

There’s a crash.

Not a dangerous one—just loud. A stumble. A thud. Something metallic clattering against tile. Then a startled French noises.

James jerks upright on the couch. Remus straightens, brow raised. Then—laughter. Muffled and uncontrollable. A low, throaty male chuckle. A female voice—bright, tipsy, delighted. One sounds like money, one sounds hysterical.

Someone swears in French, and Remus knows instantly who it is without taking a step.

James walks to the door and cracks it open just as a second laugh bursts down the hall, followed by a slurred, melodramatic: “This is a hate crime. I’ve been attacked by my own heel.”

And there they are.

Regulus Fucken Black, in a black tux that fits like sin, is flat on his back in the hallway, one leg bent, the other flung sideways like he’s auditioning for the cover of some doomed art house magazine. His hair is a mess of wavy curls that have since strayed from gel. His shirt’s half untucked. His bowtie is hanging by a mere whisper. And he’s laughing like he’s a demigod.

It doesn’t help that he may somewhat look like one, no matter the circumstances.

Then there’s Pandora Lovegood, barefoot, and crouched beside him in a glittering backless dress. Her heels in one hand and a bottle of prosecco in the other. She’s doubled over, eyes wild, grinning like a woman possessed. Blonde hair everywhere.

“Do I even want to know?” James says, voice deadpan from the doorway. It was funny when it was Remus and him.

It’s annoying when it’s a man he hates and a poor girl he’s dragged along.

Regulus rolls his head to the side and blinks up at him. His eyeliner’s smudged. There’s a bruise blooming at his hip. He looks like trouble. Like poetry. Like he’s always on the edge of leaving.

Their eyes met once during the party, kohl lined and deadly. Right now? He’s never seen so much life in them.

He smiles, slow and lazy. “Surprise.”

Entitled fucken prick—

“Are you staying here?” Remus asks, appearing behind James, eyes narrowing.

“Room 1701,” Pandora says cheerfully, holding up the prosecco like a trophy. “Right next to yours. We’re neighbours. Isn’t that tragic?”

“We had a key,” Regulus says, still on the floor. “Pandora had… conviction.” He rolls somewhat in an attempt to compose himself.

James sighs. “Get up, you idiot. You’re going to stain the hallway with your drama.”

“You love my drama.”

“You’re drunk.”

Regulus lifts a hand and grins. “So are you.” James blinks.

And Remus just watches, still and too quiet, his fingers curling around the edge of the door like he already knows this night is going to unravel. Regulus pushes himself up off the floor, smooth as ever, even with prosecco bubbles in his brain. He sways once, then steadies, eyes glinting.

“You’re not going to bed yet, are you?” he asks. “Pandora and I were looking for an after party.”

“No,” James says. “Apparently I’m hosting a party now.”

Regulus’s grin sharpens. “Good.”

Pandora clinks her heel against the wall and exhales dramatically. Glancing at all the rather tall men, how she misses her heels suddenly. Then again … no the fuck she doesn’t.

“Well,” she says, balancing with the elegance of someone who’s made a career out of chaos, “I wanted an afterparty. But then someone took a wrong turn and made us climb, what was it, darling — four marble staircases?”

“We were on the wrong floor,” Regulus mutters, leaning against the wall, still catching his breath. He hasn’t taken his eyes off James. Pandora gestures vaguely, already bored.

“Whatever. The mood passed. My mood, at least.” She shakes her blonde head. “My feet are angry. I’m one sip away from being horizontal for eternity.”

She turns to James and Remus and smiles—blinding, crooked. “I’ve got to take off this war paint and negotiate with my pillow. But have fun,” she says, sing-song, backing away toward her door. “Regulus bites, by the way. Fair warning.”

“Only if I like you.” He sips at his bottle.

“Now Regulus, don’t forget to take off the eyeliner. It will run everywhere on those expensive pillows if you don’t.” She sighs, turning. “MAC only goes so far … and as does my patience.”

She wiggles her fingers and disappears into room 1701, leaving a puff of Chanel and exhaustion behind her.

James shuts the door for her. He doesn't say anything.

Regulus is still there, leaning just inside the threshold of the penthouse, champagne eyes flicking between them like he’s reading the air.

James doesn’t move, doesn’t speak, but Remus can feel it—the judgment. It’s humming off James in waves. That cold, practiced indifference he saves for people he doesn't quite hate but never, ever trusts.

And Regulus—well. Regulus doesn’t care. Of course he doesn’t. He looks at James like he’s seen worse men in mirrors.

Remus crosses his arms, heart ticking faster. He thinks, suddenly, they’re going to fight. Not physically, not now. But something's brewing. There’s heat here. And not the kind anyone names.

He suddenly recalls why they were never interactive in school. Why everyone decided it was in the people’s best interest not to leave such strong heads alone together.

An impossible force and an immovable object. Or whatever. Remus was drunk. He can’t think too well.

Then another thought dances into Remus’ brain. That they interrupted. That he’s looking at them like this because maybe they ruined his plans?

He wants to sleep with her. Regulus. Pandora.

The easy way they laughed in the hall. The way she touched his wrist, the low-glow comfort between them, like they’d done this a hundred times. Like it was a secret. Like it meant something.

Remus hates that it matters to him. But it does. A little. Not much.

He clears his throat.

“You coming in, or just lingering like a haunted portrait?” he asks Regulus, biting the words off.

Regulus arches a brow. “Depends. Am I invited?”

James turns his back. “Don’t flatter yourself. The champagne’s the only thing with an open-door policy.”

Regulus steps in anyway. Handing off his bottle. The night has already tipped past the point of return.

[issacballsac]

“Being Best-friends with Dante Sparda„

Being a son of Sparda doesn’t mean he doesn’t have time to fool around with you ! Gender neutral human reader

Teenage Years | DMC3

Being the massive flirt he is he’ll most likely try and flirt with you upon meeting

Seeing as his twin brother is currently trying to kill him and take his necklace he’ll keep your first conversation short and leave you with his number

After literal Hell on Earth he’ll remember to give you a call

Y’all click instantly…he’s also just a really easy person to get along with but we’ll just ignore that

Now we all know he STAYS broke so either you pay for a meal or y’all are taking a walk in the park somewhere

Getting him to actually talk about himself is pretty difficult

Give him space and he’ll open up about deeper things in his life eventually especially things that concern his demon half(brother, childhood, etc.)

He does enjoy throwing compliments everywhere so expect daily words of praise whether it be sarcastic, goofy, exaggerated, or sincere praise

If you like to compliment as well it’ll be like the most sickening bromance ever

If your still in school DO NOT go to him for homework help

He’ll hype you up for sure but if you need genuine academic help just get a tutor💀

Would be genuinely upset if you made a joke regarding his white hair bro would get hella moody and claim you aren’t friends anymore

If you have a part time job you can BET he’s gonna ask for some bread

Not exactly outright but he’ll allude to it like..

“You remember all the damage those demon guys did to my shop? Yeah…it’s gonna cost A TON to repair it by myself…”

“Are you hungry? Well I heard about this new pizza spot that WE should totally tryout 😁.”

If you like to make clothes/jewelry/accessories he’ll totally wear it

Refuses to let you mess with his hair until like two years into knowing each other

Takes pride in his looks and you should too! Self care! Ofc you’re paying for any and all expenses🫶

Glorified sugar daddy😭

If you live with your parents…so does he

Congratulations you have a new brother 🩰

If you don’t he’ll offer to be roommates so he can get a cheaper rent

You’ll definitely meet Lady she is absolutely appalled at how you tolerate him constantly sarcastically ofc she knows he’s a good guy

If you’re into video games he’ll play with you granted he doesn’t have the money to pay for a game console so it’ll be on whatever console you have

Once he’s in your life he’s never leaving literally.

A best-friend for a lifetime

Adult Years

He probably saved you from some demons

Like if you met him in his teenage year he’d def start flirting

What can I say he stays true to himself

His personality would never change regardless of his aging

Still the same wacky woohoo pizza man we know and love

Thinks you look hot and invites you on a date which quickly just turns into a hangout after the LACK of romance

Still finds hanging with you to be fun and keeps a friendship

Even after establishing a friendship he still flirts here and there—force of habit

Would definitely teach you how to ride a motorcycle if you didn’t already know

More willing to let you mess with his hair

Like put it in pigtails or tie it up/braid it

Introduced you to the whole DMC gang

Now depending on the time period he’ll tell you about Vergil and his upbringing

He would totally tell you all about it after the events of DMC5 after he returns ofc!

I feel like he’s an animal guy so if you have any pets they’re now his pets too

Co-parenting core🩰

If you’re an artist he’ll be your muse/reference material any day

Loves the attention

Drunk dance nights

Karaoke too he doesn’t have the best singing voice but it’s not the worst

Since he’s a devil hunter he goes on missions a lot and seeing as you don’t want to get your shit rocked you stay behind

Cherishes every moment spent together and will make sure you know that

You always take him with you on vacations

How could you not???

He appreciates if you chip in helping him pay off his MASSIVE FUCKING DEBT

He doesn’t expect you to though

Despite being broke he stays stylish and if you asked would help you with fashion

Ofc he isn’t like BIG on fashion but cmon have you seen his looks? He dabbles

Immediately sees you after missions and starts ranting about the entire thing

“Can you believe it?! So obviously I shot that nasty bitch and it had the nerve to explode all over my jacket! It died so I can’t even get it to pay for a new one!”

“Don’t worry about why I smell like this worry about the fact that Trish totally took MY commission!”

Very dramatic but laid back too if that makes sense

Calls you cheesy nicknames that I will not elaborate on use your imagination 🗣️🫶

Enjoys live music and will go with you to concerts if you like

Shows you his demon form if you’re interested

Whatever your hobby is he’ll be interested

Would make sure nothing ever bad happened to you regarding devils ofc

Best bros for life and in death🫡

[wordsofelie]

Chapter 1

🎋The footprints he etched on the earth

Bokuto x f!reader

Prequel : 🌌The stars he left in the sky (can be read as a standalone)

Summary : The stars he left in the sky are nothing compared to the footprints he etched on the earth.

or when you meet bokuto koutarou and wonder if you’ve ever truly known beauty before him.

Context warning: time skip setting, ex!oikawa, alcohol consumption, swearing, a lot of french words sorry

Words count: 3.1k

chapter 2 - chapter 3 - chapter 4

You’re grateful for the life you’ve been given. You’re healthy, you have a loving family with supportive parents and a funny little brother. You’ve worked hard to become a pâtissière and had great opportunities in Europe. But right now, as your boss argues that a Tatin tart and a Normande tart are essentially the same thing, you can’t help but think the gods are conspiring against you.

“Huh? What’s the problem? They both have apples in them,” he dares insisting.

You’ve studied in Paris. Paris, France. Alongside the best chefs in the world. And yet, here you are, being contradicted by a fifty-something man on something so basic. You’re not just being told you’re wrong, but in front of colleagues and even a few customers.

So, yes, you’re grateful for your life. But you’d be even more grateful if you could punch that man in the face. Of course, you won’t. You can’t. You need this job to pay your bills, your rent (because Tokyo is expensive), and to save for building the pâtisserie you’ve dreamed of for years. You know exactly what it’ll look like—where the counter will be, what colour the walls will be. Everything is planned, except for one detail: how and where you’ll actually get the place.

You force out an apology. It’s painfully obvious that it isn’t sincere, but you bow anyway, hoping it hides your annoyed expression. Then, you retreat to the back room because the croissants are ready and even though you hate your boss, you hate letting food burn in the oven more.

Days have felt repetitive since you arrived in Tokyo six months ago. Your routine begins at 4 a.m., with a quick breakfast. Most mornings, your roommate, Umi, is still awake, surrounded by her mountain of medical textbooks. You don’t know how she manages to decipher the words in her books because the light from her desk is dim (well, that might be the reason why she’s using glasses now).

“I’ll be back around five,” you say, even though she knows your schedule by heart.

“Got it. Have a good day!”

“And have a good night,” you reply with a smile.

The walk to the bakery is usually pleasant. You love seeing the sunrise over Tokyo—except now it’s May, and the weather is horrible. Still, you’ve never regretted moving here. You remember your professor in Paris warning you about how tough and unfair the culinary world can be, especially for women. It didn’t deter you. You’ve never wanted fame; you just want to open a pâtisserie and make people happy with your creations. For now, though, gaining more experience is your priority, so you work at a well-known bakery in Shibuya.

It’s only temporary, it’s only temporary, you often need to remind yourself—especially on tough days like today.

You don’t think you’re gaining a lot of practical skills but at least, you’ve learned a bit of humility here (no matter how forced and unfair it feels).

When you return home that evening, you’re not expecting much. When Umi comes home later, she often brings groceries or takeout. For someone who bakes, you’re surprisingly terrible at cooking savoury dishes. Umi discovered this shortly after you moved in, watching you struggle to roast vegetables or boil an egg.

Weeks of your culinary disasters led her to casually take over dinner duties. Ever since then, she’s been the one in charge and seems satisfied with it. You don’t mind—it’s a fair trade, especially since she’s a great cook.

“My dad was awful in the kitchen, so I had to take over cooking for me and my siblings,” she once explained. “I also had two neighbours who played sports. I made bentos for them all the time. I mean, I used to help their mother make them, she’s the one who taught me everything about cooking. One of the twins would help, but the other was a total ungrateful bastard who just ate everything.”

In return, you sneak pastries home from your workplace (a small rebellion against your boss) and make pancakes on the weekends.

Tonight, you’ve just stepped out of the shower when Umi bursts through the door.

“Hiii!” she exclaims brightly. “How was your day?”

“Fine,” you reply, keeping it short.

You’re usually good at hiding negative emotions—your teachers in Paris were brutally harsh at times, and showing weakness only invited more criticism (maybe even exclusion) . But with Umi, it’s different. She has an uncanny ability to read people’s feelings and make you feel comfortable with those feelings.

“I grew up with two younger siblings, an introverted best friend, and childhood friends who were all boys,” she told you. “I’ve basically seen every version of emotional repression there is.”

So, it doesn’t take her long to figure out you’re upset.

“Bad day?” she asks. “Wanna talk about it?”

“It’s just… my boss,” you mutter.

“What did that old geezer do this time?”

You sigh. “He was wrong about something, I tried to explain that he made a mistake but he just looked down on me. But I’m not surprised, he would rather die than admit that a girl like me is right… But honestly, it’s not just him. It’s the industry. It’s always like this.”

“Yeah, but it’s weird how everyone just accepts it and nothing changes.” She lets out a dramatic groan. “You know what the problem is? Men.”

You chuckle at that, it’s her usual response to every issue (not that you would deny it though).

You slump into the chair and press your face against the palm of your hand, when she suddenly pulls out a bottle of red wine from her bag.

You raise an eyebrow.

“You know I’m not that desperate to the point where I need to drink to deal with a bad day, right?”

“This isn’t about your bad day,” she grins. “It’s about celebrating.”

“Celebrating what? My shitty boss?”

“Let me explain!” she says, rushing to the kitchen to grab glasses. “You know my childhood friend, the one with the restaurant in Osaka?”

“The twin who isn’t an ungrateful bastard?”

“Yes, but his name is Osamu, I already told you. Anyway, a shop next to his restaurant just closed, and the landlady is looking to sell. Osamu knows her and I mentioned you’re looking for a place to open your bakery.”

You open your mouth to correct her (it’s a pâtisserie not a bakery!) but decide to you let her finish instead.

“He said he could arrange a meeting for you. Interested?”

Osaka. You’ve never been there, but the idea intrigues you. People from Kansai are known for their warmth and humour—so different from the quiet of your hometown in Miyagi. Change might be good, you find yourself thinking.

“Sure, I’d be interested,” you say cautiously (in case it doesn't work, don't get your hopes up).

“Great! Osaka is the best, and I know people there who can help you settle in. I’d recommend looking at apartments in—”

“Umi, I haven’t even seen the place yet.”

“Don’t worry,” she says confidently. “Just make them try your strawberry and cream tart. No one can say no to that!”

You laugh. “You mean the fraisier?”

“Gods, yes. Just use that sexy French accent of yours, and they’ll agree in no time.”

“Whatever you say,” you can’t help but laugh a little. “The wine is French, huh?”

She pours a generous amount into your glass, “of course. Last time I brought Californian you almost killed me.”

You take a look at the bottle to check if she’s telling the truth. You nod proudly and she smiles back.

“To your bakery!” She raises her glass and so do you.

A few days later, after pretending to be bedridden by a sudden and debilitating cold to take a fews days off from work (to which your boss complains), you find yourself standing at the station ready to leave for Osaka.

Umi had given you everything you needed: Miya Osamu's number, his address, and an enthusiastic list of typical Kansai expressions.

When you arrive there, you immediately search for “Onigiri Miya” on your phone. When you check it you are nothing but impressed by the 5 stars behind the name and the hundred and hundred of good comments.

Will you also get that someday?

Will your pâtisserie gather many people and be a place of happiness?

You try not to think too much about it, because with the flicker of hope comes fear, and you don’t have time to be negative. You have to move forward and put on a brave face, that’s what you’ve been taught.

As you step off the train and start to look for the right bus, a voice calls out behind you.

“Yer Umi’s roommate, right?”

You turn around to see a man with short brown hair. There’s a relaxed air about him that makes you feel comfortable.

“Miya-san?” you assume.

“The good one, yeah,” he replies with a boyish smile. You think his Kansai accent adds an easy charm to his voice.

“I wasn’t expecting you to come. I could have taken the bus, I don’t want to be a bother.”

“Nah, yer not. Follow me.”

He offers to carry your bag and leads you to his car, parked just outside the station.

The ride is mostly food-related, he tells you about his business. How he started as the employee of an old man who had a ramen restaurant, which eventually became his. How he transformed it into an onigiri restaurant before opening a second shop recently in Tokyo.

“Why onigiri?” you ask, genuinely curious.

He thinks for a moment. “I guess… it reminds me of home. My Ma’ used to make ’em all the time when we were kids. And I love makin’ ’em myself. Like, physically usin’ my hands. Does that make sense?”

“It does,” you say with a small smile. “I’ve heard a lot of good things about your mother’s cooking.”

“It’s the best,” he says, and his tone turns soft. “Though, she didn’t really teach me much about baking. That’s why I’m impressed by what ya do.”

His compliment takes you by surprise, you restrain yourself from smiling with all your teeth.

You meet the landlady the minute you step out of the car. She listens to you carefully and even though you try not to overthink it, she seems more than happy at the idea of opening a French pâtisserie in the neighbourhood.

Osamu mentions after the meeting how you definitely “won her over with how detailed and motivated ya were.”

You don’t tell him that it only makes sense because you’ve dreamed of owning a place for years. You’ve imagined everything, thought about it during sleepless nights and overworked days. It is the lighthouse that guided you through heartbreaks and homesickness. So when the opportunity presents itself, there’s no way you wouldn’t give your all.

“I hope she’ll accept my project,” you simply answer.

“D’ya want onigiri?” The man offers.

You obviously accept (Umi dragged about how delicious they were, you need to find out whether that is true or not) and thank him again. He brushes it off with a “Umi’s friends are my friends and I’m always happy to feed people.”

His shop is warm and welcoming, and his food is delightful. You might yourself add a five-star review on Google.

“I never thought a rice ball could be that good,” you say with a mouth full of food.

“Rice balls? Ya don’t know how much time it took me to master that.”

Right, you don’t know, but you can only imagine. The culinary world isn’t only competitive and cruel. It’s sweat and tears, years of making to perfect a simple recipe. It’s giving your entire being into your crafts only to hear people say “well, that mustn’t be too difficult to make.”

But it’s also pride and art. Not a day goes by when you aren’t excited to try a new combination: replace wheat flour with almond flour for the brioches, add a spoonful of orange blossom to your cream puffs, and the list is long. And if you make someone happy, if they ask to have a second piece of your cake, that’s when you know the sweat and the tears aren’t that important.

You crave to build your pâtisserie, the same way Osamu built his restaurant (with warmth and love), and taste what it’s like to pour your heart into something tangible and undeniably yours.

Things move faster than you’d anticipated. The landlady approves your proposal, the bank grants your loan, and within the span of a week, you exchange your resignation letter with a lease and a pair of keys.

You’re sad to leave Umi, she is too.

“I’ll come whenever I can.” She says with a sad smile.

“I’ll sneak pastries for you,” you wink in return and when you hug, she congratulates you and tells you (for the tenth time) that you deserve it. You think a tear escapes your eyes.

Your newfound property is empty and cold. And when you open the door for the first time you realise that it might require a lot of work.

But Osamu is there every step of the way. He kindly offers advice and helps you with renovations. You’re a bit embarrassed by how much he’s done so far and at the same time, you know you have to take everything there is to make that place great. So it becomes a routine for him to cross the road from his shop to yours at the end of his shift to give you a hand.

“Yer makin’ the right choice,” he says one evening as you both sit outside Onigiri Miya, sharing a quick meal after a day of painting walls and changing seals. “That place is gonna bring in plenty of tourists and locals.”

You glance at him, there are nerves swirling in your chest. “I hope so.”

“Ya are. Trust me. Yer gonna have queues and queues of people.”

You hide your nerves with sarcasm, “And if they’re tired of waiting, I’ll tell them that there's a not-too-bad onigiri restaurant in front of my shop. Just so you know, time passes faster.”

He sneers at that, “’Not too bad’, ya sound like my brother.”

“Don’t know the guy but that didn’t seem to be a compliment.”

“That wasn’t.”

You roll your eyes and he laughs in return.

The hardest part of the renovation happens to be the most important one: the kitchen. You’re knee-deep in setting up the oven when you realise that maybe, you might need more people to assemble to equipment.

“I can find two or three more biceps to help,” Osamu tells you when he finds you trying to lift the 250-pound fridge by yourself.

“Yeah, I guess that would be useful,” you say breathlessly.

The next morning, you arrive early. Not as early as Osamu it seems since you see him standing outside your shop, hands in his pockets and wearing a sports suit (the clothes are unusual on him, you think). The closer you get, the blonder his hair looks. The sun has barely rise, and you blame the light for it.

You immediately call out, “Miya-san?”

He turns around, “Oh, hey!”

“You could have come later, you know. I was planning on cleaning a little bit before you arrived.”

“Don’t worry," he shakes his head, “’Samu would have killed me if I had been late.”

“Samu?”

And then, just as quickly, Osamu (the real one) shows up and for a second, you’re confused.

“Good morning,” he says before pointing to the other man, “seems like ya just met my brother.”

“I’m Atsumu.” The blond guy extends his hand to you and your knitted brows probably gives away your confusion. “Don’t tell me ya thought I was ‘Samu?”

Of course that’s his brother, you idiot. You curse yourself.

“Sorry. You guys look similar,” you say, but it’s not quite an excuse for your mistake.

They both share a glance before laughing and you think you just sounded stupid because obviously, they look alike, they’re fucking twins. You reason yourself by thinking that it’s very much early and that you’re not fully awake.

“We’re very different. I mean, our bodies aren’t built the same since I’m a professional athlete and ‘Samu’s not. I’ve always been the smartest one too.” He crosses his arms to his chest.

Osamu rolls his eyes. “Don’t listen to him. You’ll learn the difference soon enough. I’m the serious one.” He gestures to his brother. “He’s the disaster.”

Atsumu shrugs dramatically. “Hey, the world needs a little chaos, ya shithead!”

You can’t help but laugh despite the tension between them.

“Where’s the fridge?”

“I think we should wait for him; it will be easier if we’re four,” Osamu tells his brother. You didn’t know another person would come, you want to ask about them but Atsumu interferes before you can open your mouth.

“I’m pretty sure I can manage on my own, I’m a-”

“Professional athlete. I think we got it ‘Tsumu so can ya shut the fuck up now?”

You fear Atsumu will jump his brother if you don’t stop them.

“What sport?” You ask hurriedly before he can take a step towards Osamu.

“Volleyball. I’m the starting setter of the National Team.”

“Thought Tobio-kun was.”

The older twin glowers at the younger one.

“I’m impressed Atsumu-san, I actually know a professional setter.”

“Who?” The man’s eyes widen, and you decipher not only curiosity but competition on his face (typical man behaviour).

“He’s not in Japan though. But maybe you’ve heard of him, his name is Oika-”

“My bad Sam-sam, I walked past that place.”

A man enters the room. He is a bit sweaty and his hair, grey and raven, is falling on his forehead. 

“Did ya run to come here?” Osamu raises an eyebrow at him.

He grins and scratches the back of his neck nervously, “I took the wrong street.”

“But it’s the same as Onigiri Miya.”

“But it’s always Omi-Omi who guides us here. I never came on my own,” he pouts.

“Thank you for coming,” you hear yourself say and that’s when he finally sees you. His pout immediately disappears.

You think he is handsome. He and his golden eyes. But it’s only a sample of his beauty because when he replies “of course,” with his smile all bright and warm, you’re mesmerised.

It’s almost instinctive, the way you can’t look away. It’s like an effortless intake of air. Like your eyes seem to be glued to his features, and soon enough, to his arms and the way the muscles contract slightly when he offers his hand for you to shake it.

“I'm Bokuto,” he grins. “Nice to meet you.”

“Bokkun, yer hands are all dirty. She’s a lady.”

“Oops, Tsum-Tsum is right. Where can I wash them?” He asks you and hides his hands behind his back.

You open your mouth to speak but nothing comes out. The room is filled with silence for a very long minute before Osamu finally decides to show him the way.

Why are you disappointed? Why did you want so badly to shake his hand?

Perhaps because it’s too early for your mind to function properly.

Your brain tries to go for that answer (your beating heart whispers something else).

“Should we start workin’”? Atsumu proposes and you nod.

Well, it seems like you’re stuck with two bickering brothers and this god-like man named Bokuto.

(This is going to be a good day, you think discretely).

author notes: okay so this was supposed to be a one-shot but it will be a 3 or 4 chapters story haha

(writing this made me very hungry btw)

[nochukoo97]

destined- teaser

pairing: ceo!jungkook x figureskater!oc

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You wouldn’t say your life at the moment was terrible, but it definitely wasn’t the best. Yeji was definitely not making it better by letting her boyfriend tag along to your girl’s day and inevitably making you a third-wheel.

“__, you just gotta wait for the right person to come into your life, trust me,” She tells you, her eyes gazing a little too lovingly towards her lover.

“It’s nice of you to say that but with me being in debt with my landlord, my new night shift at the grocery store filled with the weirdest people and the fact that i have another competition coming up isn’t helping much with time for my love life,” You let out another sigh, stirring the already cold coffee in front of you.

“Exactly why my offer still stands! Besides, we need a roommate since our apartment has an extra room,”

“Yeji, I’m not living in your expensive ass apartment, what makes you think I can afford that!” You let your face fall into your palms, your life plan had definitely not included struggling to pay your rent.

“That’s why I’m your best friend idiot, you can pay lesser than your wayy too expensive rent right now and make up even more by doing stuff like chores or whatever, it’ll be fine!” She grabs your hands in hers, in an attempt to probably further convince you that this wasn’t such a bad idea anyways.

“I don’t know,” You sigh again, “I definitely could ask my parents for a little support but I don’t want to trouble them after they already paid a huge sum for me to continue skating here,”

“Well, either way my offer still stands, give it a chance!” She’s a little more excited about this plan than you, considering Yeji had already sent you the pictures of the extra room on text yesterday.

“I’ll think about it,”

[slaymitchabernathy]

Bills to Pay

| this drabble contains sexual content ;) |

“We also have this piece,” the salesman tells her, bringing out another box that holds an expensive looking necklace.

Soarynn tilts her head and considers it for a moment, then red ruby in the center of the ornate necklace is stunning, but it’s far too flashy.

She’s a simple woman, Soarynn Nightingale.

And simple women wear simple, classy pieces of jewelry. Simple as that.

She shakes her head and offers the man who’s been desperately trying to please her a soft smile, “It’s lovely, truly it is, but it’s just not what I’m looking for.”

The salesman slightly deflates but he nods, “Of course. If you’d be so kind as to take a seat over there,” he nods to a large mahogany table to their right, “then I can bring out some of our finer pieces.”

Soarynn nods once more and crosses the jewelry shop, her heels clicking on the marble floors. She takes a sip of the champagne they offered her when she first stepped foot in the establishment before taking a seat in the plush armchair.

Her legs instantly cross at the ankles as she surveys the shop that is mostly empty. Mostly empty because most people cannot afford the jewelry being sold here.

Soarynn had merely come here to browse when the salesman approached her and attached himself to her side, on a mission to find her the perfect piece to wear to an upcoming gala.

Nevermind the fact that he’ll make a generous commission should he complete the sale.

She’s getting good service either way. And good service is something a girl like her expects from places like this. Soarynn Nightingale is a blossoming young woman in her early twenties and she’s just getting used to the true finer things in life.

She used to think that the richest in Panem spent their money on things like new cars or fancy dresses. Now that she’s made her way to the top, it’s easy to differentiate between the classes of the elite.

New money spends their money on new cars and dresses, buying furniture from the most expensive stores and front row seats to the opera.

Old money—which Soarynn originates from—spends their money on things like quality champagne and education for their children. No need for front row seats when you already own a private box at the theatre.

Shopping in a jewelry store like this is a true display of wealth and Soarynn is well aware of that. Although she might have lost her parents during the war, they left her with a prosperous future along with her inheritance.

Enough money to provide for a lavish and comfortable lifestyle until she settled down and married.

The salesman appears once again, this time with a large looking case. Soarynn’s curiosity is piqued and she leans forward, letting out a small gasp when he opens the case and reveals gorgeous pieces of jewelry.

Exactly what she’s looking for really.

“Oh, they’re stunning,” she tells the man who grins as he takes a seat across from her, slipping on some gloves, “They really are,” he agrees.

He picks up several pieces for her to try on, rings, bracelets, necklaces. All of which already compliment the jewelry she’s currently wearing.

“I honestly think I’ll take it all,” Soarynn finally decides after quite some time has been spent examining the pieces. The salesman’s eyebrows slightly raise and he clears his throat, “Of course Ms. Nightingale. As for the means of payment, how would you like to make your purchase today?”

Soarynn looks over at the two glass doors that lead out onto one of the most luxurious streets in the Capitol, lined with more expensive stores such as this one.

“It’ll be here in a moment,” she says, admiring the new ring on her finger.

The salesman appears to be quite confused but Soarynn pays him no mind as he seems to realize she’s shown up without a wallet, or even a purse for that matter.

She really had stopped by just to look, but she couldn’t help herself!

“Ms. Nightingale, pardon my question, but do you have a…wallet with you? Or something to pay for all of this jewelry.”

Soarynn hums and brings the glass to her lips again, savoring the taste of champagne, “It’s not here yet,” she informs him.

“What’s not here yet?”

“My wallet.”

It’s as if his ears were burning because a moment later, Coriolanus Snow walks through the glass doors, his eyes immediately finding her.

Coriolanus Snow is a man who oozes authority. His commanding and strong demeanor cause those around him to view him as a leader, as someone you’d want to aling yourself with for a prosperous future.

It’s a good thing he’s her boyfriend.

He strides towards her and Soarynn takes a moment to admire her handsome boyfriend. He’s dressed in a heavy burgundy coat, his golden curls gelled back today. The scent of roses overwhelms her senses the moment he reaches her and leans down to press a kiss to her cheek.

“Hello my darling girl.”

Soarynn smiles up at him, “Hello Coryo.”

She then looks back at the salesman, “My wallet,” she elaborates, taking her boyfriend’s hand.

Coriolanus chuckles as he takes a seat next to her, pulling out his leather wallet, “Is that what you’re calling me these days darling?” Soarynn gives him a sly smile and nods, “A wonderful upgrade from when I used to call you my chauffeur.”

Coriolanus is ever insistent on taking care of Soarynn in all possible ways, which often includes having her driven from place to place. Soarynn doesn’t mind walking from place to place, but she must admit that it is rather nice to be driven places, putting her above others.

Coriolanus grins and shakes his head, his piercing blue eyes gazing down at the jewelry in front of them, “I thought you were just doing some window shopping today.” Soarynn sighs as if this whole ordeal has inconvenienced her, “I was, but then I popped inside and now I simply can’t leave empty handed.”

The salesman watches the young couple converse, seemingly nervous on whether or not he’s about to secure a sale. Coriolanus analyzes every individual piece of jewelry before finally nodding and pulling out his card, “We’ll take all of it.”

꧁ ꧂

Soft kisses on her neck cause Soarynn to giggle and push her boyfriend away, “Stop, I’m trying to focus,” she chides Coriolanus who is only further determined to kiss up and down her neck. She feels him grin against her sensitive skin, “I didn’t know that flipping through catalogs counted as working,” he lightly muses.

Soarynn swats at his arm and gives him a knowing look. Soarynn hasn’t worked a day in her life and since dating Coriolanus, he’s made sure that her every need has been taken care of. Should she try and get a job, he’d surely have a stroke.

Coriolanus Snow is a man who prides himself on not only being able to provide for himself, but his girlfriend as well, ensuring both of them live a life of comfortable luxury.

“Well someone has to keep this penthouse properly furnished,” she reminds him. She’s in the market for a new lamp for the living room. The old one was a victim of a rather unfortunate accident with Coriolanus and Petunia as the two main suspects.

Soarynn’s beloved cat Petunia had been swatting at Coriolanus one night when he was purposely trying to rile her up. They’ve always had a knack for lighting each others fuses and when she had lept onto the side table to get a better vantage point, both her and Coriolanus had freaked out and in the end, it cost them a lamp.

“The lamp was a necessary casualty,” he concludes, his large hand sliding up her thigh. Soarynn scoffs and side eyes him, “Necessary for what? To rile up Petunia and get on her last nerve?”

Coriolanus only offers her a boyish grin that lets her know that he has no remorse for riling up the cat, “Precisely,” he agrees, “what’s the fun in having a cat if you can’t play with them?”

Soarynn sighs and closes the catalog, she won’t be able to get much done with him being so touchy, “If you wanted an animal to play with, you should’ve gotten a dog.” They both know how much Coriolanus despises dogs, mostly due to the Dark Days causing most canines to develop rabies.

Coriolanus has told her the tale of him running into a rabid dog at the age of seven, absolutely terrified. He hasn’t been able to look at the animals the same way since. But he’s made the exception for cats it seems, or, at least for Petunia that is.

“But you’re so much more fun to play with,” he says, his hand finally reaching her covered core. Soarynn whimpers, the catalog slipping from her grasp and onto the floor. Her hips involuntarily buck into her boyfriend’s hand and that’s all he needs to feel before his lips are crashing onto hers.

Soarynn moans into the kiss, shopping long forgotten. “I hope you know how insatiable you are darling,” she says against his lips, all the while attempting to grind against his hand to get a better feeling.

Coriolanus chuckles and his other hand comes up to cup her face, “I’d say kissing me and letting me fuck you is the least you can do,” he counters, furthering the kiss by gently biting down on her bottom lip.

Soarynn moans when his fingers finally push the fabric of her panties aside and finally touch her soaking cunt. She’s always been so reactive to Coriolanus, to the point where it’s damn near embarrassing for her and utterly attractive to him.

“And why is that?” She asks with a sharp gasp following her question when she feels him sink two long fingers into her cunt. Coriolanus groans at the feeling and begins to slowly pump his fingers in and out of her, setting pace.

Coriolanus pulls away from the kiss and peppers her face with kisses, working his way down to her jaw.

Soarynn can feel her walls clenching around his fingers, her peak is growing nearer and nearer. The sounds she makes are more and more vulgar and desperate as she approaches her orgasm and she knows that Coriolanus is more than aware of her impending peak.

He uses his thumb to rub circles on her clit, sending Soarynn into a frenzy as she moans out her boyfriend’s name. Coriolanus latches onto her neck and sucks on the one particular spot that always leaves her weak in the knees and this time, triggers her orgasm.

All Soarynn sees for a moment is white before she’s finally coming back down to earth, heavily panting and twitching. His fingers are still in her, most likely waiting to go for another round.

Coriolanus Snow has never been an easily satisfied man.

He presses a kiss right under her ear before he finally answers her question, “Because I have bills to pay darling.”

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Dear Diary, - Kim Seungmin Fanfic - Chapter 7

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Chapter 7

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14th of February Dear Diary, I’ve totally messed up. How can someone screw up their first exam session as much as I did? I only passed 4 exams out of 6 and I feel like a failure. I wasn’t even sure how to tell my parents, knowing how many expectations they have of me, and how much it’ll disappoint them. They worked their whole lives to be able to afford sending me away to this city, specifically so that I could go to university and do what I like, but now I’m thinking it wasn’t really a good idea. I don’t like what I’m learning, and it becomes more painfully obvious with each lesson. The second semester hit me like a ton of bricks. Heck, even Seungmin looked disappointed when I told him he wasted his time trying to teach me. He tried to play it nice and tell me I’ll do better next time, but I’m simply inconsolable, especially knowing that my summer holiday will be shortened because I’ll have to study and redo these two exams. Why am I so stupid? I don’t get it. I really tried. I did my best, and it hurts. Anyways, I have to go to work now, and I’m also meeting Changbin later. It’s Valentine’s Day and he insisted to go on a date, and even though I would’ve been thrilled normally, I’m so bummed out now that I can’t even be happy. Oh, and my job fucking sucks. I’ve been a month in, and it’s so stressful. Our manager is really shitty and puts me down any chance he gets. Maybe this job was a bad idea too. However, it’s not like I can quit now. Anyway, I really have to go. See you. Phoebe.

“How can you mess up an order again? The customer specifically mentioned they want almond milk. Are you dumb or something?” My manager, once again taking a customer’s side, berates me.

“I apologise.” I bow in fake apology, as the customer never even mentioned anything about almond milk. It’s more expensive than regular milk, and customers pull this shit all the time. They order and pay for regular, then complain to my manager about my lack of skills in remembering the right order, and my manager eats it up every time.

“If you’re sorry, make sure it doesn’t happen again. And make the right drink!” My manager slaps his hand on the counter, and I go back to the machine to make another drink.

I’m tired.

~

“My love!” Changbin picks me up and rolls me around, a big bouquet of red roses in his right hand. “I missed you!”

“Missed you too.” I peck his lips and smile seeing his warm expression. “Thank you for the flowers. They’re really beautiful.” I say, however, seeing the red roses makes me frown.

I don’t like them. I never really liked roses.

It’s all about the gesture, I try telling myself. Changbin’s always giving me roses, and it’s not like I’ve ever specifically told him that I don’t like them that much, and that I prefer other flowers.

“Not as beautiful as you, though.” He grins, and I playfully slap his arm.

“Cheesy.”

“That’s me. Your cheesy boyfriend.” He chuckles. “Where were you, Bibi? It feels like we haven’t seen each other in ages!” He pouts.

“Binnie, it was just a week of us not eating together during lunch.” I laugh at his antics. “One of my coworkers quit, so now I cover both shifts until our manager finds someone else. I’ve told you about it.”

“It’s not your responsibility to do so. Besides, you said you hated the job. And if you cover two shifts, doesn’t that make you a full-time employee?”

“I don’t hate the job, I just hate the manager. He’s an ass. Ugh, I just wanna-” I start, then raise my fist in the air and mimic hitting someone repeatedly, making Changbin laugh.

He grabs my fist from the air and kisses it, then continues holding my hand as we leisurely walk through the park.

“I’m glad you were able to take today off at least.”

“Me too.” I sigh. “I’m so tired these days.”

“Well, you have to thank me for coming to your rescue, then.” He grins smugly.

“Yes, my knight in shining armour! Take me to your round table and let’s share the most pristine Valentine’s Day meal!” I exclaim, raising the roses in the air as if they’re a sword, and Changbin laughs harder.

“Yes, I’ve actually booked a restaurant-”

“Oh! Before that-” I snatch my hand back from his and rummage through my pocket, pulling out a thin paper bag. “Here. A gift.”

“For me?!” He gasps.

“No. For your sister.”

“Oh.” He pouts.

“Of course it’s for you, silly!” I burst out laughing. “Open it!”

“Oh wow! These are really nice, Bibi! I love them!” He says, admiring the two round silver earrings in the shy sunlight.

“I’m glad. It took me a long time to pick them, you know?”

“My girlfriend truly is the best.”

“It’s good that you know it.” I boast, and we continue walking together until we reach the restaurant.

The rest of the day unfolds uneventful, and we enjoy each other’s company; Changbin complains about his new trainer at the gym, I complain about my boss and my failing marks, and we laugh it off over a bottle of wine and some really delicious pasta.

~

“Tell me again why you don’t want to go out tonight.” Yuna crosses her arms in front of her chest, and her tone sounds like she’s berating me.

“I’m just tired.” I roll on the other side, turning my back at her.

“You always say that lately!” She exclaims, and I can almost imagine the frown on her face. The thought alone makes me almost laugh.

“Because I’m always tired lately. This job is really wearing me out. I didn’t even have enough time to study, and I have to do that as well-”

“Bibi, it’s been almost 2 months. Your coworker quit at the end of January, for fuck’s sake. When is your manager going to find someone else?”

“Ugh, I don’t know, Yuna. Why don’t you go ask him personally if you’re so curious?”

“I’m just saying, you haven’t gone out or done anything fun in ages.”

“I don’t have the energy to.”

“And that changes tonight! Come on! I’m not letting you waste your youth for nothing. Besides, tomorrow’s Saturday, you don’t work.”

“Ugh, fine.” I roll my eyes and reluctantly get out of bad, going to my closet and pulling out a pair of jeans and a black shirt.

“You wanna go dressed like that?” Yuna points to my outfit, and she’s a bit right; in contrast, she and I are from different universes. She’s wearing a short dress that looks heavenly on her, and I dressed myself as if I’m going to the corner shop to buy some bread.

“If you’re gonna complain about it, I’ll just stay home.”

“No, no. I’m not. Your clothes are perfect. It’s a house party anyway!”

I roll my eyes again and we make our way out the door, to the same house where I’ve attended my first party in September.

As I walk in, nothing’s changed. The house is still bustling with people, there’s alcohol everywhere and it’s too damn loud.

“Bibi?!” I hear from behind me, and my feet briefly disconnect from the floor, making me let out a loud yelp.

However, I quickly calm down as I recognise the arms around me.

“Changbin, babe, put me down!” I tap on his arms a few times, and he eventually obliges.

I turn around and his cheeks are rosy, and he reeks of alcohol.

“How much did you drink?” I laugh, rearranging his hair.

“A lot~ but it doesn’t matter now, because you’re here!” He kisses me for a bit too long for my liking, considering the crowd around us, and bites my bottom lip.

“Binnie, calm down.” I jokingly push him away, and he lets go with a mischievous smile.

He grabs my hands and drags me towards the dance floor, and although I find it silly, I eventually find a rhythm and start dancing with him.

We have fun, drinks are flowing, and the next thing I remember, Changbin’s body is pressed down on me, his lips on top of mine, our hands exploring each other’s bodies.

He moves towards my neck, and I let out a soft moan as he bites a sensitive spot right above my collarbones.

My head spins a bit, and it’s getting harder and harder to understand what’s happening, and soon, Changbin’s kisses no longer feel right.

“Binnie-” I start, but he stops me with yet another kiss.

“Hmm?” He asks.

“I don’t- God.” He bites me again, and I roll my head back instinctively.

However, I still can’t get in the right headspace. Something feels wrong. I just-

“I’m not ready.” I let out, and he immediately freezes on top of me.

As if he suddenly sobered up, he raises himself above me.

“What?”

“I’m sorry.” I shake my head. “I’m just… I’m not ready to have sex with you.”

He nods, as if confused, and gets off from me, rubbing his nape.

“Okay. Sorry if I’ve pushed you-”

“You didn’t.” I try to reassure him. “I just- I’m just tired. I’m sorry.”

“Well, do you wanna go to sleep then?” He asks, and an awkward air settles between us.

“Uhm, I have a lot of studying to do tomorrow, so I’d better head home.”

“Okay… I’ll take you back.”

“It’s fine, Binnie. You’re still tipsy. I live close enough. It’s literally the next building.”

“I feel bad letting you go home by yourself.” He chuckles bitterly.

“No need to. I’ll be fine.” I smile apologetically and get up, leaving him in the room.

The way home is a blur; I’m also a bit tipsy, and on the verge of crying by the time I reach the front of my room.

“Phoebe?” I hear some shuffling behind me, and as I turn around, I notice Seungmin looking at me slightly concerned. “Are you alright?”

“Mhm.” I nod, then feel a cursed hot tear run down my cheeks.

“You’re not.” Seungmin says quietly.

“I’m not.”

It takes everything in me to not burst out crying, and it’s suddenly so hard to keep on standing.

Compared to me, Seungmin looks extremely composed. His clothes are clean and neat, there’s no sign of tiredness on his features, and the way he’s carrying himself, full of confidence, just like he always does, makes a pang of hurt run through my heart.

In comparison, I must look like a shipwreck: devastated, torn to shreds, sinking down to the bottom of the ocean. That’s what I feel like, anyway.

“Bee, if you want us to talk about anything-” He starts, and I immediately throw myself at him, cutting him off.

I put my arms around his neck, pulling his body closer to mine, and he hugs me back, his palms steady on my back.

I dread the fact that I feel better in Seungmin’s arms than I did in Changbin’s just moments earlier. I don’t want to think about it, or about what any of it means.

I can’t.

So, I break myself from the comfort of Seungmin’s hug, I mutter a lame apology, and I turn around, opening my room door and not looking back, not even once.

I slam the door shut behind me, and I break down completely. Seungmin knocks once, twice… but I don’t have it in me to open myself up to him, to anyone.

I cry my heart out, for my feelings are too complicated, and I’m not sure of anything anymore. I thought Uni would be better, but I feel like so far, I’m a mess, I’m not good at anything I do, and all my decisions are wrong.

I take off my jeans swiftly, then hop into bed, not even bothering to change. I’m too tired for that, so I lay down in my briefs and black shirt, and continue crying, until it tires me out enough to fall into a deep slumber.

~

Chapter 6 | Chapter 8

[alyjojo]

March 2025 🙃 for Cancer

Preshuffle: Clarity or some kind of information you didn’t know is coming to light, but you don’t know if you can trust it because it’s coming from an unreliable source, possibly a child, or someone that likes to run their mouth or gossip about anything and this is just another thing lol.

Meditation: The full moon (could be significant) rising over the ocean, and setting, and rising, and setting - like The Sun but it’s The Moon, never any daylight. You’ve been in the dark about something for awhile, and could be have deep emotions surrounding this - or your own emotions are what have you feeling “in the dark,” maybe you haven’t listened to or sorted through them. Confusion & fear mingled with intuition, but which emotion is which? And what is the reality?

General: 6 Wands rev

Love: Knight of Wands

Work: The Chariot rev

Someone is dealing with a fkboy/girl you don’t want to be without, but they’re unreliable and you could feel like they don’t even see you, choose you, why do you feel so invisible to this person? There could be a noticeable age difference, or one in maturity. Could also apply to a kid towards you or vice versa - if you’re a parent maybe you’re not the “favorite” one or the other one is the “fun” one and you’re feeling kind of resentful or emotional about that. You’d like to be the fun one but you have to do xyz instead…or you try, but you’re not goofy and spontaneous like this other person. It could be a child wanting a particular thing and not getting what they want, for some it’s attention, or someone is acting childish or impulsive for attention. That sort of behavior is being stopped or ignored, maybe grounded, or “starved” because of an inability to be responsible, take accountability, could have to do with finances. Sure, they’re fun, but who is going to pay for it? You? They go “muddin” and ruin your truck or something, yeah that’s fun…for them. That’s the example Spirit gave me lol, I’ve never been “muddin” in my life idk 😆

At the bottom is Queen of Wands, which feels like your energy. Confident, beautiful, knows what they want and won’t let anything stop them, often gets support and is a social butterfly - sometimes a witchy manifestor. Someone else blocking you could be the issue, or you’re having to step up and block them because wtf did you to my truck, you’re paying for that right? If so, they can’t and it’s known. This happened in the first place because someone sweet talked or charmed you into it, “don’t worry it’ll be fine.” It’s not fine. Are they dealing with it? No, you are. You could be expecting someone or a situation to work out in the right way, or even to fix a mistake, and that’s not happening - something could be too expensive for you to handle too.

“Play stupid games, win stupid prizes,” someone is handing out tough love and it feels justified. There could be a secret involved or someone tried to keep this from you, to no avail, that could be what’s becoming clear with the meditation. The truth is a risk, someone knows they’ll get in trouble, and this is a learning opportunity for whoever did this. Whatever it was, it’s probably fun, but someone wasn’t considering your feelings, finances, responsibilities, warnings even. You could’ve seen this coming and ignored it.

Whoever it is will not move forward with you, whether a friend, a kid, a situation that was created - either they’re being stopped in general, or you are and that’s all your energy, or there’s an event being missed because of consequences. Kid got grounded and can’t go to xyz because of it. Emotional Release can be the reaction to whatever this is…especially if someone is standing you up, which is possible. Unrequited interest in someone more casual is causing you to take a hit to your self esteem - if so Spirit is saying you have no reason to question your anything, you’re amazing 🤩 It’s their issue. Someone’s mistake could cause you to miss out on something you really wanted to do, maybe because of money, or they don’t show up and you don’t want to go alone. Carrot is a positive message…you may feel like you want to give up at some point, but something is going to turn out for the best. Growth, this situation is necessary for some greater purpose you probably don’t see yet. The Moon is hidden…clarity about one thing will inevitably lead to a more positive thing, but you only get some moonlight 🌙 to see…very little, no Sun. Not yet anyway.

You come into March with:

Bernie Banana and All Things Yellow 🍌

“How can I choose?”

Have you recently faced a major truth about yourself and are trying to figure out where you do belong? Or are you facing some other kind of dilemma? Is your thinking cloudy because you think someone or something is cheating you out of your just desserts? Bernie has come to you to let you know you are not alone. You are being advised to approach your particular situation with an open eye and closed mouth. Do not say or reveal too much, your “knowledge” may prove to work against you, or you may be in the midst of a volatile situation. You are being told to play the neutral position, it will prove important later that you have not chosen any “sides”. Do not ignore your beliefs, simply do not publicize them, weigh your situation carefully. You’re in the winning position by being the observer. Answers will come by allowing a dilemma to exist, the situation is out of your hands. Something else requires your attention, leave well enough alone.

You leave March having learned:

The Carrot Colored Cloak 🥕:

“Don’t quit before the miracle!”

You are being told that changing your direction at this time is not wise. We never know where our miracles lie in the path, often just beyond the boundary of our faith. You may not see it, but it lies ahead. When we do the work that is chosen for us, we are serving a higher order, and if we stop we upset the balance of our lives. Stick with it and have blind faith, an exciting change is coming. You must press on in the direction of your vision, what you’re working for will come to fruition.

Orange may be a lucky color 🧡

Compatibility for March:

The Hanged Man shows you pausing socially or getting a different, higher, perspective of those around you and the situations involving them/you. You could be seeing some things differently based on whatever has happened on either side, for someone I’m hearing “placing blame appropriately.”

Aries - wants to give up on something in order to please themselves in some way, or is giving up one thing for something else they want

Taurus - big dreamy ideas and little action or no realistic plan to go with those ideas 💡 someone could have a crush they keep quiet

Gemini - doesn’t communicate, provide clarity, or do their share of the not a damn thing, and it frustrates you to death - or switch it 😡

Cancer - a family member that you’re at war with, tries to convince you something is okay or normal and it is not okay or normal 👀

Leo - loves you deeply, could be a soulmate, you two need more quality time together 💕

Virgo - having a hard time managing their responsibilities and could use some help

Libra - doesn’t like the consequences of their actions or can’t afford them, could be this person you’re dealing with

Scorpio - betrayal ended your friendship or feels betrayed by you as a friend somehow

Sagittarius - not doing anything on purpose, they’re not confused and there’s no excuse to give

Capricorn - extremely money conscious, in a mentality of lack due to some deep insecurity about not having enough - could be true 💯

Aquarius - releasing grudges or being very generous with you, could be regarding a parent or someone kind of beauty things, like they’re helping you dye your hair 👨‍🎤

Pisces - either sick or on vacation, they’re probably quiet and MIA for the most part

[acti-veg]

i am 14 and I live with my parents, what can i do to be vegan when my parents refuse to buy other than seasonings bell pepper and onion?

I'm assuming you mean that they won't buy vegetables or vegan food for you in general, so I'll answer on that basis!

If your parents aren't going on about health or cost, then I'd say it's likely that this is an issue of convenience for them, or just not knowing what vegan food loooks like. A lot of the time what it comes down to is that your parents are worried that it’ll involve a lot of extra effort to accommodate you. It is up to you then, to make your transition to veganism as smooth and effortless for them as you possibly can. You could volunteer to cook your own meals if you don’t already, you won't be able to pay for your own food yet but you could accompany them to the supermarket to point out good vegan options, or you could make a list if that would be easier for them.

Just showing them the kind of meals you can make and how simple the food can be can sometimes be enough, because many people just can’t conceive of what a meal without animal products even looks like. If they only think of veg as peppers and onions, they are probably picturing themselves having to buy expensive ingredients and cook from scratch because none of the meals they cook for you now are vegan. This isn’t the case of course, but it will take some time for them to realise how simple and straightforward cooking and eating vegan can be.

The early days of your veganism may be difficult with them, but even if they are never supportive of it, they usually learn to adapt and accept it. The really important thing in the first few weeks and months is to be patient with them, and be polite but firm with your boundaries. You know your parents, so only you can really figure out where you can get away with putting those boundaries, what you can get away with and what you'll have to compromise on. If they're open to it, sitting them down and having a proper conversation about it can help figure that out, and show them you're serious about it.

If you are willing to compromise and eat non-vegan things because they have bought them or served them to you, then they will take that to mean that you will bend on these things in future, too. When it comes to your veganism, people will generally continue to push your limits if you show them that you will bend. It makes it more difficult, but being firm and uncompromising in the early days will pay off in the long run, when they realise that this is something that you just won’t budget on regardless of the context.

If none of this proves effective, if you have the option to do so you can still insist on it, and simply refuse to eat anything which isn’t vegan. It may take a few days, but they will likely get the message that this isn’t a fad, and most won’t let you go hungry. If they have refused and you are unconvinced they will ever relent or it is unsafe for you to disobey them, then you may just have to be as vegan as you can be under the circumstances.

This means eating vegan whenever what you eat is your choice, and buying vegan items whenever you are able to. This isn’t your fault, and you can still make some difference for animals and keep your parents happy until you are able to move out. If your parents ask you anything you can’t answer, or you run into any specific issues or need further support, please feel free to get in touch by sending me a message or an ask; it may take a couple of days to reply to you due to the volume I receive, but I’ll be more than happy to help you.

In the meantime, the best thing you can do is be as well informed on this topic as you possibly can. I've got tonnes of resources on my website to help with this, particularly look at the education section and the FAQs. If all else fails, you can live as vegan as you're able to in their household, learn all about the philosophy of veganism and how to cook vegan meals, order vegan meals when you're out and prepare for when you'll be able to move out of their house and control your own food.

[snowball-doie]

the new jcc is getting the poly!ilichil cogs in my brain turning… imagine johnny and doyoung taking the kids shopping and/or doyoung planning their birthday parties

Birthday parties are serious business to the boys. Serious. Business. When it’s just Reyna, those first few birthdays are SPOILED because all 8 boys are at the store, picking out decorations based on the theme and shopping list Ahri gave them- Hoping it would help keep them from arguing 😭 It doesn’t. Doyoung and Yuta want to buy everything they see. Mark, Taeyong, and Johnny think they need to be a bit conservative with the shopping- Stick to what Ahri sent them for! Jaehyun and Haechan are escaping to another store entirely so they can buy whatever they want for Reyna. Jungwoo is just causing chaos by playing the middle, making the boys argue because he knows it’ll end with their little girl spoiled and happy.

When it’s birthdays for both kids, they def gotta be more careful in order to be fair. Goddddd forbid they get one thing for Jooha that they didn’t get for Reyna…… all hell would break loose….. So Doyoung and Yuta are in charge of decorating plans for Reyna, and Doyoung and Taeyong/Jungwoo are in charge of decorating for Jooha (depending on who’s more available), and Johnny tags along 1) to keep them in line, preventing them from going too far; 2) paying….. he’s always gotta tap the card at the end of the day 😭

Reyna likes big parties with fancy, bright themes. She wants all of her friends there, all of the parents, she wants a BIG pile of gifts, and she wants there to be a million things to do on her bday. Princess meet and greets, karaoke, bouncy house, arts and crafts- The whole shabang. Meanwhile, as Jooha gets older and can finally have more say, he wants a quiet birthday with just his family and maybe one or two friends… he wants his favorite (safe) foods for dinner, and a movie to watch while eating ice cream in the living room. Doyoung really learns to appreciate the years he gets to go all out with decorating because Reyna loves everything they get for her- Streamers, sparklers, confetti, glitter, big cakes, etc. When Jooha’s little, they do themed parties that Doyoung’s incredibly proud of; and even when Jooha gets too big to handle all of that, he still likes coming home from school to see their house decorated with an aquarium theme, fish cut outs taped to the wall with fun facts attached to them, and fabric hanging from the ceiling to make it look like they’re underwater. Jooha just gets to spend all night info dumping about the ocean. And he gets to draw with his friends and family! Doyoung doesn’t get to go all out for his son, but he tries his best! And he’s ofc saving up all his creativity for his daughter who LOVES when he goes all out, even though poor Johnny’s wallet hurts.

We’ve talked before about how Johnny tries to take the kids out for grocery shopping or things like that just to get them out of the house for a bit so Ahri can relax- But imagine JohnDo out with the kids for the day! Going grocery shopping for picnic stuff before packing the car up and driving to a look out where they set up a picnic with the kids. 6 year old Reyna pries a bottle of wine off the rack in the store cuz she thinks she’s big enough to drink it……. Doyoung immediately catches her and puts it back before scooping her up to stand in the cart so she can’t grab anything else. Reyna wants all the unhealthy snacks, meanwhile Jooha just wants his usual safe food snacks, which are usually on the healthier side. Johnny holds Jooha on his hip as he teaches Jooha how to look for ripe bananas and good vibes of grapes. Reyna has expensive taste, so she begs for the besttttt cheese to have with the fruits and crackers— Jooha will neverrrrr cross contaminate foods like that, so he’ll stick to string cheese by itself! “They couldn’t be more different if they tried…” Doyoung mumbles to Johnny as they watch Jooha and Reyna bicker over what kind of juice to get. Jooha wants apple juice, Reyna wants the sweetest, sugariest grape juice she can find. At the picnic, Jooha has to sit in the middle of the blanket because he doesn’t want to feel the blades of grass touching him, and he doesn’t want bugs crawling on him while eating- However, after he’s done eating, he’ll beg his appa Doyoung to go bug hunting with him! Reyna sits on Johnny’s lap and teases him by feeding him the foods she wants to give him- Mixing and matching different cheeses and fruits.

[natsaffection]

I’m in desperate need of venting too so i deeply apologize.

I’m 18 bt turn 19 I already have my associate of science, but I want to go to this university in california to get my bachelors in human biology and then go to med school out there too… it is just insanely expensive, like id be putting myself in to like 20,000 dollars into debt and my mother into 40k+ ( my biggest loan is a parent plus).

I could just stay in state but I fear if I don’t leave now i never will… It’s just a matter of what it’ll do to my family bc ik my mom is already hating the thought of me leaving on top of being stressed bt bills..I quite literally saw the electric bill stating that it was bt be shut off if she didn’t pay it within two days (were like over a month behind).

On top of all this, I’ve enlisted into the air force reserve (part time) so I do get benefits it’s just all up in the air rn bc of how shit the political state of america is. By up in the air I mean I haven’t been payed or reimbursed for my last 2 orders (it’s been almost 3 months) and my higher ups are telling me it’s becoming harder to access education benefits, the benefits I need most rn.

I just really don’t know what to do and all this change and life altering decisions are starting to overwhelm me…

Ik some of the other anons in here are medical to so if they could way in on what their journeys have been like I’d appreciate it a lot.

My goal is to become a surgeon or cardiologist. I’m going into the air force as a aeromedical technician so I will be getting experience there: it wasn’t onlyy by the benefits. idkk im just starting to doubt everything especially with what’s going on with my country’s politics, including board of education and fasfa and my family’s rights since i come from 2 generations of immigrants, and my own rights considering im a women and lgbt and just so much more…

IDK ITS JUST A LOT 😭😭 sorry thanks for the ted talk.

- 🦇 (if it’s not taken thanks 😅)

Please don’t let guilt be the reason you stop yourself from growing🫵🏼 It’s okay to want more for yourself. It’s okay to want to leave. That doesn’t mean you’re abandoning your family.

Maybe start with a more affordable route, then transfer. If staying in state now means drastically less debt, you could knock out a year or two of your bachelor’s degree where it’s cheaper, then transfer to the California university later, even for just your last year.

That way, you still go, but with way less financial damage. Consider delaying just one year. If the Air Force Reserve isn’t currently paying you what you’re owed, maybe give it a little more time to stabilize , get the benefits working for you, not against you. In that year, you could work part-time, help your mom a bit, build savings, and reapply with a stronger financial plan. Talk to a financial aid counselor at the university. You’d be surprised how many can really help once they know your full situation. You don’t have to commit yet, just ask questions and see what they can offer.

Most importantly: you don’t have to give up. You can still be a cardiologist. You can still make it out there. It might not be the exact timeline you imagined, but the destination doesn’t change just because the road curves a little. 🩵

[bookishfeylin]

“The way things are going I’ve kind of accepted that we are NEVER getting universal healthcare”

We can’t even AFFORD that or any of the other things you listed. Stop whining and acting entitled

I wrote that vent post weeks ago what--

Firstly I have great insurance MYSELF through my hospital, but I want my patients to have good health coverage. Wanting my patients to not have to worry about bills during and after discharge is not entitlement, actually. And secondly: we absolutely can afford healthcare, and free college, and everything else other developed countries offer their citizens.

I’ll start with healthcare first. Estimates for how much universal healthcare would cost vary WILDLY, with some estimates putting it closer to 32 trillion over ten years (so around 3.2 trillion a year) with others putting it at 50 trillion over ten years (~5 trillion a year). Admittedly, most sources I’ve seen place it around the lower number, but I have seen a few naysayers argue that it’ll cost the highest amount, around 5.2 trillion a year, so for the sake of argument, let’s pretend that’s what it costs. Let’s say we fumble the ball so horrifically it costs a total of 5.2 trillion a year. But guess what? We can still afford it.

In 2021 the government spent 901 billion on Medicare, 756 billion on Medicaid, and 150 billion on military related healthcare spending for a total of 1.8 trillion. i'm using 2021 numbers for consistency

Some have suggested a return to Eisenhower's 91% tax, at least for the billionaires kudos to a @qqueenofhades for explaining how that works, and if I've done the math right, then a 91% tax for billionaires alone, not millionaires or upper middle class but just billionaires, would raise 2.184 trillion. 1.8 trillion + 2.184 trillion= 3.984 trillion

We could then reduce the Bush tax cuts to raise 488 billion, the Trump tax cuts to raise 164 billion, take 300 billion from the US military budget, and completely pull out of Iraq (as ending the Iraq and Afghanistan wars raises 127 billion). If you add in a Carbon tax (180 billion) you raise 1.259 trillion. 1.259 trillion + 3.984 trillion= a total of 5.243 trillion raised for healthcare. And just like that, we've raised all of the money needed in the most expensive, wasteful scenario.

Now for college: I mentioned earlier that part of paying for healthcare could involve cutting the US military budget by 300 billion (that would look life reducing its current 816 billion to 516 billion). If we cut a further 100 billion from the budget (taking it down to 416 billion) and put that 100 billion towards college, there's more than enough money to pay for free college.

Likewise, if we end fossil fuel subsidies (saving 26 billion, or at least that was how much was subsidized as of 2018), that would pay for 12 weeks of paid parental leave.

We are more than capable of achieving universal healthcare, free college, and paid parental leave. We simply opt not to because our whole political apparatus is trash :)