#but i was really excited and about to go get dressed :(((

[diamonddaze01]

HEYYY. I read your off the record jeonghan's fic and OH MY GOD. IT WAS SOOOOOOOO AMAZING AND GOOD. CHEF'S KISS MWAH

I was wondering if you can do jeonghan 75 drabble. I would really really appreciate it. thank you and love you mwah

off the record

pairing: jeonghan x reader | wc: 1.3k prompt: "guess who's going to be a father!" au: f1 au | warnings: mentions of pregnancy a/n: hello hello nari your asks always make me smile <3 // this is a continuation of [on the record] bc ferrari!jeonghan lives in my head rent free (highly recommend you read on the record first for some context)

The atmosphere at the Australian Grand Prix was electric, the roar of the crowd still echoing as the last of the race cars pulled into the pit lane. Jeonghan had just secured yet another win, and the sea of Ferrari red flooded every corner of the paddock. The team was in chaos—cheers and hugs, champagne spraying everywhere, mechanics shaking with excitement—but Jeonghan’s gaze was fixed on something else.

You stood just outside the frenzy, leaning casually against the barrier, your camera poised as you snapped a few final shots. You’d been here before, a part of this circus. But today, you had a story of your own to deal with, one that Jeonghan was certain would find its way to his attention.

Jeonghan peeled off his helmet and flashed a grin at the crew as they crowded around him. But his eyes were still searching for you.

A few weeks ago, you'd written something that had the entire paddock talking. 

"Guess Who’s Going to be a Father!" 

Yoon Jeonghan, Ferrari’s golden boy, had been linked to a famous model, Sienna Hartley, the stunning up-and-coming fashion icon known for her work with luxury brands. A few months ago, the paparazzi had caught the two of them together at a private event. The photos were casual enough—Jeonghan with his arm around her waist, a smile that seemed too comfortable—but it was the following week’s headlines that sent the media into a frenzy.

The shots of Sienna taken at an upscale café, her baby bump unmistakable under a form-fitting dress, had people running wild with speculation. Was Jeonghan going to be a father? Had he been keeping a secret relationship? The rumors only grew when neither Jeonghan nor Sienna commented on the speculation, leaving fans and gossip columns to fill in the blanks.

The rumblings were only growing louder, and of course, you had jumped into the fray, teasing the possibility of Jeonghan becoming a father. The headline had been coy but suggested a connection between the two, leaving just enough room for interpretation. And now, here he was, stepping out of the car, knowing exactly who was responsible for the chaos.

As he walked toward you, the crowd parted around him, but his eyes stayed locked on yours. He could practically feel the mischievous energy radiating from you, even from a distance. The subtle smirk tugging at your lips was all the warning he needed.

Jeonghan approached with slow, deliberate steps, his face a mixture of amusement and challenge. "So we write fake articles now, do we, sweetheart?" he called, his voice carrying across the pit lane.

You didn’t even flinch. With a calm, collected posture, you raised an eyebrow, offering him a half-smile as you lowered your camera. "Just reporting what people are saying," you replied smoothly, voice teasing. "You know, about you possibly becoming a father this year."

"People are saying that?" Jeonghan asked, a slight chuckle escaping his lips. He stepped closer, clearly enjoying the tension building between you two. "Maybe you’ve been spending too much time with the gossip columnists, huh? Could’ve sworn the last time I checked, we were talking about race wins, not baby bumps."

You shrugged, not missing a beat. "Well, Jeonghan, it’s not my fault your personal life keeps getting more interesting than your driving. You really should be more careful with who you’re seen with."

His eyes darkened playfully. "Careful? You think I care about rumors?" he quipped, leaning in just a little bit closer, his voice dropping to a lower, more flirtatious tone. "But if you wanted to get my attention, sweetheart, there are far better ways than a headline about some fake baby."

You tilted your head, smiling in that way that always left him unsure whether you were teasing or challenging him. "Who says I want your attention?" you replied with a hint of challenge, crossing your arms as if daring him to press further.

Jeonghan’s smile only widened. "You’ve got my attention now, don't you?" he teased, his fingers brushing against the barrier you were leaning on, his proximity making it hard to ignore the way the air between you two shifted.

You glanced up at him, keeping your expression casual, but the spark in your eyes was undeniable. "Oh, I don’t know," you said nonchalantly, "maybe I’m just here to enjoy the view of a guy in red doing what he does best – reckless maneuvers that still somehow let him win, y’know?" You paused, letting that sink in. "Though if you really wanted to shut down those rumors, maybe you should take a different approach."

Jeonghan raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "What’s that supposed to mean?"

You gave him a sly smile. "I don’t know. Maybe just come out and say you’re not the father. Or, you know, get more specific about who you’re spending time with. The fans love a good love story, after all."

The way his expression shifted made it clear that he wasn’t quite ready for this conversation to take that turn. His jaw clenched, a hint of frustration appearing under the surface, but it was quickly replaced with his signature smirk. "Sweetheart, you sure talk a big game for someone who's so quiet when it counts."

You leaned in just a little, enough for your words to linger in the air between you. "I could say the same about you," you shot back, eyes glinting with mischief.

Jeonghan paused, clearly enjoying the back-and-forth, but you had him on edge in a way that he didn’t expect. "Listen," he said, his tone dipping lower, his voice now laced with more than just flirtation. "There's only one girl in the paddock I have eyes for, and it sure as hell isn’t Sienna Hartley."

The tension between you two was palpable, a spark igniting in your chest at his words. You met his gaze head-on, not backing down. "And who says I’m interested in your attention, Jeonghan?" you shot back, smirking. "Maybe I just like watching you squirm under pressure."

He leaned in a little more, his breath coming out a little sharper. "You really think you can get under my skin with a headline like that?" he murmured, his lips dangerously close to your ear. "I’m not the one with something to prove, sweetheart."

You could feel his breath on your skin, but instead of feeling intimidated, a thrill ran through you. "Then why do you look like you’re about to lose that smug grin?" you teased, lifting your chin just slightly, making sure the challenge was clear in your words.

Jeonghan grinned, his teeth flashing. "Oh, I’m not losing anything," he said, the playful tone returning. "But if you really want to get my attention, there are better ways than headlines."

You smirked, standing your ground. "Oh? Well, if you want to do something better with your mouth than argue with me, you know where to find me." You shot him a quick wink and began to turn away.

Jeonghan's eyes widened for a moment as he processed your words, and for the briefest second, he was completely thrown off. His confident swagger faltered, and it was then that you realized: you’d left him flustered.

You glanced back over your shoulder with a smug grin. "But I’ll be honest, Jeonghan," you called out, "I’d much rather see you focus on keeping your title than keeping up with rumors."

And with that, you turned and walked off, leaving Jeonghan standing there, still processing your bold departure. His pulse was racing, but not because of the race. This time, it was because of you—your words, your attitude, and the way you had him on edge in a way no one else could.

"Dammit," he muttered under his breath, but the smile on his face betrayed how much he appreciated the challenge. “I should’ve asked her to dinner.”

But knowing you, this was far from over. And next time? He might just have something to say about it.

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[elsecrytt]

you fucking hate your job.

unfortunately, you also need it.

some old money family hires you to play housekeeper for their weird ass son. satoru gojo, you think.

he's handsome. just looking at him is a treat; stark white hair, bright blue eyes, a face like an actual idol.

and then he opens his mouth. illusion ruined.

whatever. you don't care that much about his "wow! you really didn't dress up for work, huh?" and "so, let me guess... no boyfriend?" you’ve dealt with worse.

you'd been excited when you got this job. you're broke. the pay is great. you're ready to do anything to not get fired.

you keep the apartment completely spotless, despite how many candy wrappers and packages he leaves around, the disaster that is his stupid fancy bathroom. 

seriously, who leaves soap and shampoo everywhere like that? who jerks off in the shower that often? throws towels around and knocks bottles and toothbrushes over? it's like he's trying to leave a mess.

you do his laundry, which he just leaves on the floor like a goddamn animal. there's some clothes with gross, crusty white on them.

one time, you'd caught him staring at you while you picked it up, smirking all the while.

this is the guy you’re being paid to look after. and you’re fucking trying! god, do you ever try!

you cook meals from scratch, hours-long, intensive processes. you check his fridge, shamelessly dig through his garbage to see what he likes and try to make things he'll enjoy.

he leaves empty boxes of takeout on the counter, your homemade dinner in the trash, untouched.

it's in your contract. you can't not cook for him. and you can't eat anything, either, not when you're terrified of getting fired and he obviously likes to make you miserable.

and your landlord just informed you last month - rent will be going up. and not by a small amount.

you'd just finished digging yourself out of one hole and life kicks you right back down.

you don't know how you're going to make rent this month. fuck, you don't even know what you're going to have for dinner. if you can afford dinner. if you can even afford to put the heat on tonight.

it's not even a question. obviously the answer is no.

sitting on the plush, luxury couch in gojo’s apartment, you bury your head in your hands, and cry.

maybe you can get another job? but there's only so many hours in the day. you're so fucking sick of working all the time. you already do.

is it too much to ask for life to cut you a fucking break?

"what's wrong?" your least favorite voice interrupts - and a hand on your shoulder, shaking you, none-too-gently.

"don't tell me..." there's that smugness, "are you cryin'?"

"sorry, i just need a minute." you say, swallowing your anger to look him in the eyes. "i just got some bad news. my landlord is raising the rent next month."

"oh?" his tone is only getting worse, "so what? just move out. or get some roommates, or whatever you poor people do."

god, the fucking mouth on this man.

"soooo? sounds like poor planning on your part," satoru says, casually leaning onto the edge of the couch, "i just don't get why you're crying about it. like, that's kinda pathetic, you know?" he snickers -

SLAP

dead silence. a sting on your hand. satoru's face bent to the side. you don't even regret it. not right now, as angry as you are.

"you-" a rant is just about to spring from your lips, and then -

satoru grabs your hands, pulling them into his, right in front of his face.

his cheeks are dusted red. pretty eyes wide and dilated, fixed on you. mouth twisted in a grin.

you glance down to the front of his pants, where a noticeable bulge has formed.

"do it again."

[intuitively-her]

You have an innocent look to you. "Damsel in distress" vibes. You might attract partners that want to take care of you or save you in some way.

Your lovers tend to become possessive of you pretty easily. You're like a trinket that they want to keep tucked in their pocket to carry with them everywhere they go. You probably have multiple people in competition over you right now.🤭 Someone here has a lottt of social media stalkers, especially if you post thirst traps.😅

Your energy reminds me of Cher from clueless. You're a very beautiful and high-value person. But you still remain very down to earth and friendly to others.

You could have naturally curly hair. Someone here has blonde or black hair. You could have beautifully tanned skin as well.

The way that you command attention without even trying. You have a very confident and humble energy. But you also have this air of mystery to you as well. You are so aloof at times that you may not even realize how much attention is really on you.

You can be a little stubborn at times and prefer to stick to your own way of doing things.

You turn your pain into power! You're always onto the next best thing and following your goals. I feel like you've had to defend yourself and stand on business with a lot of folks lately.

🤍Zodiac confirmations: Taurus, Aries, Aquarius, Scorpio

Your energy is very exciting to be around. You are very free spirited and adventurous. Someone here likes to take solo trips/road trips.

Someone here could be into plants and botany. You could have a garden/greenhouse as well.

You know how to keep your situations surface level and keep your business on the low. People never really know what your next move is.

Someone specific here is a brunette or you could have blue/purple hair. You could also have a kinky hair type.

You are very independent and all about your money. Someone here owns a nice home. You have a lot of stability and actually take the time to move away from the things that don't serve you.

Someone here likes to get pedicures. You could also wear high heels often as well.

You have a generous and warm energy. People feel accepted by you. There could be people that look up to you in some way. I also sense a cutthroat energy from you as well though lol. You have a sweet x spicy duality to you.🥰

🤍Zodiac confirmations: Cancer, Capricorn, Pisces, Libra

Your dedication to your work and goals.

Your ability to bounce back from situations by yourself and transform into new energy. Alchemist energy.

Someone here likes to wear knee-high stockings or leg warmers.

For my masculine's here, you could like to dress up in business casual attire or you could wear a lot of sneakers.

Your rebellious energy.⚡

You are very family oriented and hold your close relationships to a high regard. You have a very kind and sentimental energy. You could like to capture memories with your loved ones as well.

Someone here has their hair in a bob haircut, or you could have hair that flows all the way down your back.

You may have a tendency to ghost your flings/romantic partners or could be the type to lead people on at times.🤭

🤍Zodiac confirmations: Heavy water and air energy

You're a jack of all trades! Your skillset is very admirable. Someone here could play different sports, or you could be a part of some type of club/committee. There are many people that want to learn from you.

Someone here has tattoos.

Your sweet and loving vibe.

When you wear dresses or more fitting clothes. Your jewelry/accessories are very appealing to the eye as well.

You stick to your values and beliefs. You could be a "goody two shoes" lol

Your creativity.

When you wear your hair tied up in a bun or pigtails.

Someone here wears glasses.

Your rbf; y'all often have this bored expression on your face like you couldn't be bothered to interact with anyone around you.😂

🤍Zodiac confirmations: Sagittarius, Leo, Libra, Virgo

*ONLY TAKE WHAT RESONATES*

🤍Please DO NOT copy, repost, or steal my work! Thanks!🤍

*Credits to @anitalenia for the text dividers🤍*

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[syluskisser]

Sylus 🐦‍⬛ Negotiations

summary; you decided to tag along during sylus's meetings, what could go wrong? (or right)

warnings; afab!reader, exhibitionism, cockwarming, usage of pet names [sweetie, kitten/kitty, doll], degradation, porn w/ very lil plot

word count; 1.1k

a/n; i'm surprised this idea hasnt been done more often... lmao

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"Is this dress okay?" You had asked your boyfriend, Sylus. Tonight, the two of you were going to a business meeting. Something about a lost shipment.

He nodded, not paying much attention, "yes, kitten, anything looks exquisite on you."

You smiled, but then shook your head, "I mean, is it too short?" You pulled on the lace hemline of the custom made dress. Sylus was right, it complimented both you and his matching suit but, it was oh-so short. The edge grazed your knee, and you could only imagine the uncomfortable and prolonged stares that you'd get later in the night.

Sylus's eyebrows furrowed, "you're asking a pointless question." He had picked up one of his guns and cocked it, "If anyone wants to challenge my position over you, they'll get their due penalty." His gun, now loaded, went into his inside coat pocket.

Your eyes widened, "okay, then."

You made it to the meeting place. To your right sat Sylus, legs spread open and back straight. You had already arrived to the venue, about 30 minutes earlier than planned. Sylus would much rather prefer being early than coming 'fashionably late.'

"You look wonderful," Sylus purred as you played around with the water in your glass. The restaurant that you were in had already brought some refreshments and small appetizers to your private room.

You turned your head to look at him, "you don't look bad yourself."

He smirked, "Really? How so?" Sylus loved to tease you. He was infatuated with the little drop in your eyebrows and the way you slightly pouted at his questions.

"Your suit— it looks nice." You were a little flustered.

"Just nice?" Sylus jested.

You retorted back, "Do you plan on digging an answer out of me?"

"Well you don't seem very keen on giving me answers, kitten."

"It's embarrassing. I'd much rather show you."

Sylus raised an eyebrow, he was about to add another comment before you kissed him. Slow at first, up until his hands found the small of your waist and he lifted you onto his lap.

You nestled your body on top of where his legs connected to his torso. A small moan escaped your lips, muffled by his attack on your mouth. His tongue swirled with yours, twisting and turning in a way that created a pool in your panties.

"Sylus..." you whispered between kisses.

He hummed and let go of your lips, "yes, sweetie?" Another kiss peppered your lips.

You opened your eyes, unsure of when you closed them, and were met with his face. Lipstick smudged on his lips, and his hair slightly messed up from your hands. "You have—" he kissed you mid sentence, "guests coming."

"They can wait." He squeezed your hips slightly, eliciting another moan.

"But that's improper," you hummed, lips reconnecting with his. Despite your protests, you didn't want to cut this short. You knew this meeting was important, however.

Sylus smirked and slid your dress up. He huffed, "I don't give a damn about what's proper right now, kitten."

You helped him unbuckle his pants, excited. Your hips bucked from all the built up arousal. A knock was heard from the door. Sylus pulled his dick out, regardless, and slid your panties to the side. "We should give our guests a show, huh?"

You hummed in agreement before lowering your body onto his cock, whimpering at the stretch. No matter how many times he put it in, it still managed to make your body ache. Another knock was heard from the door, and the fear caused you to shake.

"Don't move." Sylus said to you before using his evol to unlock the door, "Come in."

The two older men walked inside, and you hid your face in Sylus's shoulder. Anxiety pooled in your chest. You could feel their gazes on your back.

One man spoke, "a- are we interrupting something?" You could tell from his voice that he was clearly flustered, arguably more than you were.

Sylus laughed, "no, let's begin."

For the next hour and a half, you sat on Sylus's cock. Slick pooling between your thighs and dripping down from your leg. You desperately wanted to move your body, slowly bucking and pressing his dick down further for a hope of friction. Each time, Sylus would slap your ass, unbothered by the two bystanders.

"Such a bad kitty," he whispered in your ear as the men were discussing something amongst themselves, "you're that desperate for this cock?"

You hummed in response.

"Use your words," Sylus demanded.

"Y— yes!" He slightly thrusted into you for the first time that night. You couldn't help but moan.

The men were brought back from their conversation for a split second before they quickly turned away and began muttering again. Their attention drew heat between your legs, and you felt yourself clench onto Sylus's dick.

"You know the rules, doll." Sylus whispered, and then he slapped your ass, loud enough for there to be an echo.

This time, the younger man from the two spoke, "We should— ahem, go..." They shuffled to collect their things. "Let's continue this at our next meeting, sir."

Sylus hummed as he watched them walk out the door. The moment it shut, he pulled you out of his neck by your hair. It stung your scalp, causing you to let out a whince of pain.

He looked at you, his crimson eyes dulled and his lids heavy. "Did you have fun?"

You shook your head and whimpered, "fuck me, please."

That was all it took for him to lift you up and pull his dick out of you, precum and your juices connecting you together. He turned you around and pressed your front against the table, your stomach on the edge.

You felt his dick re-enter your body. "I'm going to fuck the shit out of you," he growled, dick moving in and out of your pussy like it was as natural as breathing. You had no time to think, or to even worry about the shaking glasses on the table. One fell off, shattering on the floor. It was almost louder than your moans that echoed through the room.

Sylus panted in your ear, "you're such a dirty kitten, you know that?" He groaned. His arm wrapped around your neck as he pulled you up, your back now flush against his front, "tell me how much you love this dick."

You struggled to make any sense of the words coming out of his mouth, still focused on the ecstasy between your legs. "F- fuck...! I love your- ah! Your dick-" You choked on your words, his arm putting just enough pressure on your throat to make your eyes roll back.

He laughed, "you'd put this show on for anyone, huh?"

You struggled to speak between thrusts, "no... mmf! Just- just you. My pussy is just for you."

"Good girl."

[u6is]

"wish you were here right now"

summary: at a lively yacht party celebrating his team's league win, Kylian ignores the chaos around him, staying on his phone with you—and the conversation quickly takes a steamy turn.

—kylian mbappé x reader: smut (PWP)

"The team are having this yacht trip to celebrate our win." Kylian said, his voice crackling over the phone line, "Would you like to join me?"

But you couldn’t. You had already promised your mom that you’d go on the family trip that had been planned beforehand.

"I'm sorry," you replied, trying to mask the disappointment, "I wish I could be there with you."

The line was silent for a moment before Kylian spoke up, his voice a mix of understanding and a hint of sadness, "It's alright, babe. I get it. You can't miss out on family time. I'll just have to party extra hard for the both of us." He laughed, attempting to lighten the mood.

You knew his teammates—or as he calls them, his "friends"—were probably lining up a night full of partying with female escorts in tow. Still, you trusted your boyfriend wholeheartedly. “Have fun, okay? Congrats again on the win. I’ll see you in a few days,” you said softly over the phone.

The family trip was nice. The sunsets were beautiful, and your mom’s cooking was always a delight.

But Kylian’s texts kept coming in. He sent pictures of the vast ocean and the lavish yacht. He talked about the fancy dinners and the wild parties, he said it wasn’t the same without you.

“Fireworks are set for tonight,” Kylian texted, attaching a shirtless photo of himself, clearly meant to tease you.

You couldn’t help but smile, imagining his playful grin and the way his eyes would light up when he knew he’d won you over.

You quickly typed back, “Sounds exciting.” But as you stared at the photo, you couldn't shake the feeling that Kylian was teasing you on purpose, his abs almost taunting you from the distance between you two.

The thought of him surrounded by those gorgeous women didn’t sit well with you, but you had promised yourself not to be that girlfriend.

“Send me a selfie?” Kylian texted, interrupting your thoughts.

You took a deep breath and stepped outside the balcony of your private hotel room, the cool sea breeze kissing your skin. You quickly snapped a selfie, standing in the sunlight. Your sundress, the one that hugged your body perfectly, flowed gently with the breeze, accentuating your curves. With a playful grin, you tilted your head just enough to catch the light, sending the photo with a casual, natural air, teasing him without even trying.

Kylian’s reply was quick, and you could almost hear the smirk in his words:

"Tu es la plus belle femme que j’aie jamais vue." (You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.)

"That dress is doing more than just looking good on you." His tone was cocky, playful, and definitely hinted at more than just teasing.

You felt a warm blush spread across your cheeks. It was all fun and games until his next message popped up: "I would take that dress off you in the blink of an eye."

As the night went on, the party was in full swing, with his teammates living it up and the escorts they brought along.

Achraf, one of Kylian's best friends and teammates, noticed Kylian hadn’t put his phone down all night. Standing up from the couch with a girl by his side, he walked over to where Kylian was still smiling at his screen.

Achraf gently grabbed Kylian’s phone, and Kylian looked up with a raised eyebrow. "What's up, Hakimi?"

"You’ve been on that thing all night," Achraf said, laughing. "You’re missing all the fun."

"I’m having fun," Kylian replied, still smiling.

"Yeah, fun with your phone," Achraf teased, tossing the phone back to Kylian. "I’ll grab you a drink, but seriously, put the phone down. You’re no fun to the girls."

Kylian just smirked, getting up and following Achraf. As they walked, he quickly typed out a message to you: "I’ll talk to you later, babe."

Kylian wasn’t really a big drinker, but tonight he’d indulge for the celebration. Still, his mind kept drifting back to you in that sundress. He’d saved the photo and found himself glancing at it over and over. There was something about the way you looked in that dress that had his thoughts spinning, intoxicated, not by the alcohol in his hand, but by the image of you.

A few minutes later, with the alcohol starting to take its effect, Kylian found himself reaching for his phone once more. His fingers typed out a message before he could stop himself.

"Can’t stop thinking about you in that dress," he texted, his words slow and a bit more daring than usual.

He stared at the screen for a moment, then added, "Maybe I should come see you sooner than planned."

"You haven’t seen me in my bikinis yet," you replied, adding a pleading face emoji, hoping to make it seem like an innocent tease.

As you hit send, a rush of excitement coursed through you. There was something thrilling about flirting with him like this, especially knowing that despite the many people on the yacht, including all the stunning women around, his attention was completely fixed on you.

Kylian’s reply was teasing and direct: "You’re driving me wild just thinking about it. Don't make me wait."

With a nervous giggle, you stepped into the bathroom, the cool marble floor beneath your feet. You untied the strings of your sundress, letting it drop to the floor. You looked at yourself in the mirror, your heart racing. The bikini was new, a surprise you had packed for when you’d finally get some time alone on the beach. The neon blue of the top contrasted with your tanned skin, and the bottoms hugged your hips perfectly.

You took a deep breath and held your phone up, angling it just right to capture the reflection in the mirror. The camera clicked, and you studied the image for a moment. You looked amazing. You bit your lip, feeling a mix of excitement and naughtiness.

Achraf was talking to him when Kylian’s phone buzzed with a notification. He smirked as he looked at the screen, feeling a surge of heat rush through him. The picture you sent him had definitely stirred something inside, an arousing thrill coursing through him.

Achraf glanced at Kylian, who was smirking with his head down, absorbed in his phone. "You're no fun, Kyks," his teammate remarked, but Kylian didn't hear him, lost in his own thoughts.

He glanced at the picture again, his eyes lingering on your reflection in the mirror. The neon blue bikini was a bold choice and it had definitely paid off. The way the bottoms hugged your hips, it was a sight that made his heart race.

You watched the screen, your heart pounding in your chest, as you waited for Kylian's response. The anticipation was almost unbearable, a thrill of excitement that made your skin tingle. The seconds ticked by, each one feeling like an eternity.

Then, his message appeared. "You have no idea how much I want to fuck you right now." It was raw, unfiltered, and incredibly arousing. The words sent a jolt through your body, and you felt your cheeks flush. You couldn't believe he'd said something so explicit, but the desire in his message was undeniable.

You took a step closer to the mirror, the cool air of the cabin brushing against your skin. Your eyes traced the curves captured by the bikini, and you felt your body respond to his words, a warm ache building between your legs.

Kylian's gaze was glued to his phone, his heart racing as he stared at the picture. His shorts began to tent as an erection grew, the fabric straining against his hardened cock. He shifted uncomfortably, the pressure increasing with each passing moment.

Amidst the laughter and chatter of his teammates, he couldn't ignore the ache in his pants. It was like a silent symphony playing only for him, a sweet torture that grew with every glance at your bikini-clad reflection.

Kylian excused himself, "I'll catch up with you later, mec," he says, struggling to keep his voice steady, thick with longing, and retreated to the cabin he had booked for privacy. The door clicked shut behind him, muffling the outside world.

He looked down at the bulge, a silent testament to his desire, and groaned. The shorts felt like a prison around his throbbing cock.

His phone chimed once more, a message from you lighting up the screen. "Your turn," you texted. "I want to see you."

Kylian didn’t waste a second. He sat on the edge of the plush bed in his cabin, the soft white sheets a stark contrast to his tanned skin. He looked down at the bulge in his shorts, his pulse quickening. With a devilish smirk, he unbuttoned his shorts, letting them fall to his knees, his cock springing free.

He took a moment to appreciate the sight before him. It was thick and hard, standing proudly against his abs. The tip was flushed a darker shade of pink, begging for attention. Kylian’s hand wrapped around it, stroking it gently. He took a deep breath, feeling the headiness of his desire for you.

With a grin, he held the phone in one hand and began to stroke himself with the other. The camera captured every inch of him, the way his hand moved up and down his shaft, the way his abs tightened with each stroke. He knew you'd love watching him, the same way he craved seeing you in your bikini.

The room grew hazy with his building arousal, the scent of saltwater and cologne filling his nostrils. The sound of the waves outside was a gentle serenade to his own escalating rhythm, the stroke of his hand against his skin echoing in the quiet cabin.

He sent the video, his heart pounding as he awaited your response.

It took you a moment to process the video. Kylian, your sweet, loving boyfriend, was masturbating for you. The sight of him, so raw and vulnerable, made your core throb with desire. You watched him stroke his cock and you realized you had never wanted him more.

Your hands shake as you place your phone on the counter, pressing the record button. Your eyes remained glued to the screen as you reached behind and untied the strings of your bikini top, letting it fall to the floor. Your breasts bounced freely, the cool air of the room teasing your already hardened nipples.

You stepped closer to the phone, your heart racing as you slid your hand down the front of your bikini bottoms. You felt the wetness of your desire, and a soft moan slipped from your lips as your fingers grazed your clit.

As his phone chimed once more, Kylian watched the video you had sent in response. His eyes locked onto your every move. The sound of your breathing grew heavier, the sight of your hand disappearing beneath the fabric of your bikini driving him wild. He stroked his cock faster, his thumb swiping over the pre-cum that had gathered at the tip.

He couldn't help himself—his need to hear your voice was too strong. With one hand still wrapped around his shaft, he called you with the other. He facetimed you amidst the noise of the party, his teammates cheering and music blasting in the background. The line connected, and your face appeared on his screen, illuminated softly by the warm glow of your bathroom. "I'm so fucking hard for you right now," he growled into the phone.

Your breath hitched when you heard the raw desire in Kylian's voice. The sound of the waves outside the cabin grew distant as you focused on the sensation of your fingers playing with your clit, tracing delicate circles as you watched him stroke himself in the camera. "Oh, baby," you moaned, "me too."

"Take those bottoms off," Kylian ordered, his voice thick with lust. "I want to see all of you."

Your hands trembled as you hooked your thumbs into the waistband of your bikini bottoms. You pulled them down slowly, your pussy exposed to the cool air. Your phone was propped up on the sink, the camera clearly capturing you as you stood right in front of it. Kylian's eyes were glued to the screen, his breaths coming in quick, shallow pants.

"Fuck, you're so wet," he murmured, his hand moving faster on his cock.

The sound of his voice, the sight of him stroking himself, it all sent you spiraling into a frenzy. You stepped closer to the sink, spreading your legs apart for the camera, giving Kylian the full view of your aroused pussy.

"Oh, baby," Kylian murmured, his voice thick with lust, "you're so fucking wet for me." His hand moved faster, the slick sound of his hand against his cock echoing in your ear.

From your perspective, everything is cloaked in darkness, as if he's in a private space, alone with his desire. The only sounds are his groans and the strokes of his hand on his cock. You feel entirely exposed for him, and it gives you the confidence you need.

You could feel yourself getting wetter just hearing him. You slid two fingers inside yourself, the sensation making your toes curl. "Kylian," you gasped, your voice a needy whisper, "I want you so bad."

"Fuck, me too, baby," he groaned, the sound of his hand moving up and down his cock a sweet symphony to your ears. "I wish I could be there to taste you."

Eventually, you notice it, Kylian’s eyes were hooded with desire as he watched you touch yourself. He took a deep, shaky breath, then spoke in a commanding tone that sent shivers down your spine. "Add another finger inside of you, baby."

Your body responding to his voice. The feel of your three fingers sliding in and out of your wetness was heavenly. "Just like that," Kylian instructed, his breathing becoming more ragged. "Imagine it's my cock, pumping deep inside of you, making you moan like you do when we're together."

You closed your eyes, the image of Kylian fucking you playing in your mind like a steamy home-made video. The sounds you made were pure, raw desire, echoing like a melody of forbidden passion.

"Turn around for me baby," Kylian's voice was a command, yet it held an undertone of longing, the kind that made your knees weak and your pussy clench with anticipation. You obeyed, feeling a thrill at the thought of him watching you so intimately despite the miles between you. You turned around, the soft curve of your ass on full display.

Your free hand reached out to the wall for balance as you began to finger yourself, the other hand buried deep inside your pussy. The sensation was exquisite, a delicious mix of pleasure and vulnerability that had you gasping for air.

You arched your back. The sensation was surprisingly erotic, and you couldn’t help but tip your hips back, pushing your ass towards the camera.

"That's it," Kylian's voice was strained, his need for you palpable through the phone. "Now, touch your clit. Slowly."

You shifted your other hand from the wall to your clit. You took a shaky breath, your heart racing at his command. Your fingertips grazing the swollen bud of your clit. The sensation was electric, sending waves of pleasure through your body. You began to rub it in slow, deliberate circles, feeling your arousal spike.

He watched as your other delicate fingers move in and out, his gaze intense as he tried to mimic your motions with his own hands, imagining it was his cock instead

Kylian watched, his breath hitching as he stroked his cock in time with your movements. "Fuck, baby, your ass looks so good," he murmured, his eyes never leaving the screen. "I can't wait to fuck you again."

Your ass and legs began to tremble, the tension in your body building with every stroke. You could feel your orgasm approaching, a tidal wave of pleasure threatening to crash over you. "Kylian," you gasped, your voice trembling as much as your body, "I'm going to cum."

His groans grew louder, his strokes faster, "Do it, baby. Cum for me."

With trembling legs, you began to slap your pussy, trying to hold back the impending orgasm. Your other hand clamped over your mouth, desperately trying to muffle the sounds escaping you, your body trembling with unrestrained pleasure.

The stinging sensation mixed with the pleasure of your fingering was overwhelming. Each slap echoed through the quiet room, a rhythmic punctuation to Kylian's strokes and your gasps.

You slid a finger again, feeling your cum ooze. The sight was so erotic, so raw, that you couldn't help but look at the camera behind you, a tired smile playing on your lips. You knew Kylian was watching, his eyes devouring every inch of your exposed flesh, and the thought made you hotter.

"Putain bébé, t'es tellement sexy," (Fuck baby, you're so sexy)

Kylian's voice was a hoarse whisper, the sound of his hand still working his cock in the background.

His hand move faster, his strokes becoming more erratic. The tension in his body was palpable, his muscles tightening with every second that passed. And then, with a loud groan, he came.

Kylian's cum shot out in thick ropes, splattering against his abs and stomach. The sight was mesmerizing, a beautiful mess of white and your desire. He painted himself with his release, his hand moving in slow, lazy circles, smearing it across his skin.

"Oh, fuck," he murmured, his eyes never leaving yours, "That was incredible."

You watched him through the phone screen, panting and flushed, the aftershocks of your orgasm still rippling through your body. You couldn't believe what had just happened—how you'd both given into the moment, separated by miles of ocean yet feeling closer than ever.

He took a picture, capturing his cum-covered abs and his still-hard cock. He sent it to you without a word, and you stared at the image, a strange mix of satisfaction and longing filling you. The stark white of his cum against his tanned skin was a powerful visual, a testament to the intensity of his desire for you.

With your own arousal still pulsing through you, you pulled your bikini bottoms back up, feeling the sticky wetness of your cum against your skin. You couldn’t help but feel a sense of naughtiness as you adjusted the panties. They felt like a secret, a deliciously dirty little part of you that Kylian had unlocked from afar.

"I want to fuck you, baby," Kylian's voice was a low rumble, the sound of his need resonating through your body. You could feel your pussy clench at the words, the desire for him to fill you up so intense it was almost painful.

"I want that too," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "So much."

The line went quiet again, the only sound the distant laughter from outside the cabin and the steady beat of your own heart. You felt a sense of longing, a deep ache that no amount of self-pleasure could ever truly fill.

"I miss you," Kylian finally said, his voice softer now, the passionate haze of his orgasm giving way to a tender vulnerability.

You grabbed your sundress from the floor and slipped it on, your legs still trembling from what had just happened.

You felt your own heart swell at his words, the distance between you suddenly feeling like a tangible void that needed to be filled. "Me too," you murmured, leaning against the sink, the coolness of the marble a stark contrast to the heat of your skin.

Kylian took a deep, shaky breath, then stood up from the bed. He reached for a towel, wiping the last remnants of his pleasure from his stomach and cock. His erection began to subside, the need momentarily sated by the intense orgasm he'd just had. He pulled his shorts back on, his cock still half-hard, the fabric clinging to his skin like a second layer.

As he buttoned them up, he couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness that it wasn't your hand touching him.

"I'll be home soon," Kylian promised, his voice still thick with lust. "And when I do, I'm going to fuck you like it's the last time we'll ever be together."

The words hung in the air, heavy with desire and promise. You felt a shiver run down your spine, a thrill that was both terrifying and incredibly exciting. "I'll be waiting," you murmured, your voice a mere whisper of a promise.

Exhaustion enveloped your body as you whispered that you’d call him by morning, and with shared "I love yous," the call ended.

Kylian remained in a euphoric haze, as he stepped out of his cabin, he tried to mask the storm within. But his mind raced with the memory of your sounds, your body.

He found Achraf and walked over to him.

"There you are, the best player in the world," his teammate joked, his voice thick with drunken cheer as he raised his cup in a toast.

That night, Kylian felt like a God, basking in the praise of his teammates. Yet, his thoughts were consumed by the longing to return to you, to worship you—his Goddess.

note: ngl, that leaked convo from when he was still at Monaco..man’s a freak 😭 this fic gives off “I’m doing it, are you?” meme LMAOOO bye 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

[adioringhamzah]

love off duty

when a famous model and hamzah fall in love, but they have to keep it hidden from their fans (sfw)

a.n : y/n is basically what i crave to be so a skinny model but it doesn't really impact the story (i imagine her with candice swanepoel's body basically)

you stand there absolutely still in your black skinny jeans and tight tank top while some random people are staring at you from all sides. you feel vulnerable, feeling all eyes on your body while they say comments here and there.

thankfully, it's finally done, and you get the good news you hoped for : you're the new gucci model, you contain yourself from jumping of excitement.

you thank them graciously, trying to keep your composure and head out, a little sad seeing all the other models that you know won't be scouted.

you open the building's door, feeling the fresh air on your bare face, and there you see him.

your boyfriend hamzah.

you laugh a little, seeing him dressed in his fake gucci ensemble and jump in his arms. you love how supportive he is, the chances you got casted were as slim as your waist, but he still took the time to wait for you.

it feels nice to be able to kiss him all you want in public, none of you really wanted to make your relationship known to the public : you're too busy with all your modeling gigs and hamzah is scared he'll get hate. not because of your looks, obviously : he thinks you're the prettiest girl ever. but because of his fanbase, that was a little too used to bachelor hamzah.

you stopped kissing him, and he drove you home. you love your shared house. when you first moved in, you were a little taken aback by all the ai photos of him but very happily surprised when you saw the custom collage hamzah had made of you. it was filled with pictures from you on the runway and from different magazines.

as soon as you enter, you rush to take your clothes off and change into the cutest burgundy flowy dress. putting on makeup, you see hamzah in the mirror, putting on a classy shirt and pants. you basically drool over how yummy he looks, but contain yourself.

he doesn't, though, and starts kissing you all over your neck, the kisses becoming more and more intense, soon resulting in a hickey. you get a little annoyed, but you kinda loved how he was marking you.

not bothering yourself any more you both left and drove all the way to a fancy restaurant where hamzah made a reservation.

as soon as you step out of the car to give it to the valet you spot a few cameras down the street, "shit" you thought to yourself, you tell hamzah to go in first and you'll join him in just a few minutes just so you don't make an entrance together.

you stand there alone, checking your insta notifications, 99+ new ones, you check to see your story about getting scouted for gucci got 100k likes. you smile to yourself, and just as you thought, you see 5 paparazzis approaching you, "y/n, y/n, are you happy to become a gucci model??" they basically scream, and you nod.

you hurriedly make your way to the entrance, waving to the cameras and spotting your boyfriend at a table. you make your way there and sit down while telling him about all the paparazzis.

he smiles.

you know he loves having a model girlfriend. he's obsessed with your long legs (especially when they're choking him) and your perky boobs. he adores looking up photos of you from the runway or from some red carpets you get invited to, he even has a pinterest board of you, which you find endearing.

sadly, you know he sometimes feels a little self-conscious next to you, but you're quick to reassure him that you find him beautiful. you really do. when you first saw him on youtube, you had the biggest crush on him, and you were ecstatic when he dmed you telling you how pretty you are.

"i love having a trophy girlfriend" he says in an amused tone. you chuckle, your cheeks turning pink from the compliment.

the restaurant was amazing, you don't really go to public places together but this was such a good experience and thankfully no one photographed you together.

you come home both absolutely exhausted and jump into bed, falling asleep in seconds.

you're awoken by the smell of pancakes and matcha. you join your boyfriend in the kitchen while he pours the juice into two glasses.

you check your phone as usual but get a little shocked by your number of notifs, a little higher than usual. and there you see it, a picture of you, your face zoomed in, the light shining on your fresh hickey.

all the comments are speculating about a potential boyfriend, and you get a little panicked.

hamzah asks you why you look this shocked and you show him the photo. he sighs, but you see his lips resisting the urge to smile, probably a little happy about pictures of you all over instagram with his hickey on you.

tell me what u thought and if u want a part 2!!

[peachyscenes]

nine to five | office workers!enhypen x fem!reader

notes: SMUT!! so mdni and proceed with caution/at your own risk! porn with some plot. you 🫵, my dear reader are in fact the same person for the rest of this piece/mini-series (not sorry lol). enhypen are pervs! like freaky pervs! decelis corp is lowkey highkey a sex service company lol. you must really need this job but it's ok because same. not required, but i encourage you all to read part one to give it love 🫶🫶

a/n: i apologize for how short this might be, i've been busy with school and work, but i really wanted to get this part out. i'm happy with how it turned out, but if anyone has any suggestions, don't hesitate to reach out to me. happy first of the month!!

taglist!: @vixialuvs @chubbypeach2111 @jungwoosbaey

reblogs are appreciated!!

Welcome to Decelis Corporation! As the new member of the creative department, you're tasked with developing new ideas to help promote the company and bring in new investors! Though the creative department is not as big as the other departments, you and your seven teammates are just as capable and incredibly skilled! Though, no one told you just how skilled they were... And unfortunately you made the mistake of not reading the fine print when signing the contract...

All members are welcome to explore the services provided by Decelis! By signing this contract, you are consenting to every and all services at your own expense (refer to the employee handbook for the list of services)! Please note that services outside of office hours will not count as overtime unless a request has been submitted by the team leader!

Thank you for joining Decelis Corporation! We hope to have you for a while!

Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI, Part VII

Part II: Jay, Administrative Assistant

You're on your way to your lunch break when Jay calls you to his desk. Sunoo, who's ready to clock out with you for the hour, looks just as confused as you are. Not because this isn't the first time that you've been called to Jay's desk, but because he always sends someone else to have you at his desk.

"Your report is terrible."

You grimaced at his tone, your shoulders coming up to your ears at how blatantly annoyed he is at you.

It's no secret that Jay does not like you.

You have no idea why. You try not to bother anyone at the office, going to Heeseung for any and all questions. You also meet your deadlines, even going as far as submitting them early. As for your reports, they're almost always viewed by Heeseung before showing the higher-ups.

But Heeseung is out for the week, meaning that Jay was stepping in for him.

"I'll review it after my break, Jay-"

"Jongseong."

"Right, sorry."

You internally cringe at forgetting the most important thing. He absolutely hates when you call him Jay. He made sure to tell you on your first meeting.

You were excited about working at Decelis. After multiple applications and what felt like hundreds of interviews with no results, you finally got a call back, and after a quick 10 minute interview, you were hired on the spot. You had came into the office the following day, dressed to impress and ready to take on anything that came your way.

You didn't expect to quite literally crash into him. His coffee had spilled all over his clothes and the files he was holding.

Jongseong had never been so pissed and while you were busy apologizing profusely, he made sure to tell you exactly what was up.

"If you want to keep your job, I suggest you take your head out of the clouds."

"I really am sorry... I'll pay for your dry cleaning," you look at his I.D. card. "Jay-"

"It's Jongseong to you."

Heeseung had to step in, apologizing to you on his colleague's behalf before immediately taking you away from the man.

You take back your report from his desk, avoiding eye contact as you hurriedly make your way back to Sunoo. He offers you a small awkward smile. He doesn't say anything, but his eyes tell you that he wants to know what happened.

"I just don't get it Sunny. I don't really bother him, y'know?"

You pick at your food, appetite lost after your interaction with Jay. Sunoo can only offer you a squeeze of his hand for comfort.

"I wish I could help you, but he kind of scares me when he's mad." You let out a huff, already dreading to go back to the office. And right you were. You expected Jay to be snappy with you, but you didn't expect him to be harsher than usual.

"I need that report by 5pm today."

"Can you please work more silently?"

"Stop congregating and get back to your desk."

"It's still terrible, revise it again."

Over and over, Jay would bark at you. Whether it's about your report or because you got up to fill your water bottle, he was on you. Your last straw was when you had tripped over his foot. Jake had given you some documents to scan in the printing room. Jay saw you when you were making your way, you didn't pay any mind to it until it happened. You scuffed a bit of his dress shoe, but it could be easily cleaned. Apparently, Jay didn't think so.

"You're such a klutz. You should watch where you're going-"

"You stuck your foot out on purpose." You cut him off. You've had it with him. "You saw me coming and stuck your foot out. If you wanted to pick a fight or get at me for the tiniest shit, then at least admit it instead of doing petty shit like this."

"Watch your tone. I didn't-"

"Stop with your bullshit Jay." You raised your voice at him. "I can't wait until Heeseung comes back." You angrily stomp out of the office to the printing room. As you were scanning through the sheets. You hear the door open. You expected it to be anyone else. You didn't expect Jay to follow you into the printing room.

"You've got some nerve talking to me like that in front of everyone."

You roll your eyes at him and return your attention back to the scanner. You're about to insert another sheet when he harshly takes the stack from your hands.

"What the hell is your problem-!"

What you also didn't expect, was for Jay to kiss you. His grip on your hips was harsh, likely enough to leave a bruise, but the juxtaposition between that and his lips made you dizzy. They were soft, tender on your own. You felt your breath being taken. He kisses you as if he needs you. His pace is slow enough for you to keep up. He sucks your bottom lip between his teeth and nibbles on it.

Jay kisses you differently than Heeseung, and admittedly you like kissing Jay more between the two.

He pulls away after what feels like forever. You finally catch your breath. It's shaky, and your hands have a tight grip on his dress shirt. Your lips are swollen, but you feel good. There's a buzz throughout your body, and Jay is there to soothe you as his hands massage your hips.

"You're such a brat, Baby. I know what you and Heeseung did."

Your breath hitches. You try to get away from Jay to avoid the embarrassment but he keeps you in place, between him and the scanner. He smirks down at you before leaning in.

"I don't appreciate your behavior from earlier. How about I teach you a lesson on respect, hm?"

Jay spins you around and starts to grope your ass. You moan lowly, liking the way he handles you body.

"Heeseung said you were a good girl, but you're so bad with me. Why is that?" His hands begin to ghost over the hem of your pencil skirt, groping your outer thighs. "I'm harsh on you because I want you to do better. You're always slacking off Sweetheart."

"Sometimes you're too mean..." you close your eyes, his hands are so warm. You find yourself relaxing and giving into his touches. "You tripped me on purpose earlier-!" You gasp when he smacks your ass. Your skirt stood between his hand and your skin, but you felt it. Your ass burns at his hit, and it's in that moment that you realize just how strong Jay is. You've seen him move things around the office on his own, and you grow wet thinking of how he'd maneuver you.

"I wanted to see if you'd pay attention. Now stay still and take your punishment like a good girl."

He lifts your skirt up and bunches it up around your waist. His hands skim over your pantyhose clad legs and ass and pulls at the material.

"These fucking tights. They make your legs look so sexy baby, but they're kinda in the way right now." You hear a rip, and gasp when his fingers trace your pussy lips from outside your panties. "So wet, do I make you this wet?"

You meekly nod, hissing out when he moves your panties to the side and immediately inserts two fingers into your sopping cunt. You grip onto the edge of the scanner, ignoring its little melody that signals to you that it's done scanning the document. Jay's fingers are thick, while not as long as Heeseung's, they fill your pussy up good. You mewl out when you feel his thumb tease your other hole. You feel a glob of spit land before he takes it and uses it as lube, teasing the tight ring of your ass before pushing it in. You tense up at the intrusion, but Jay shushes you and places a hand on your back to calm you. He pushes his fingers inside of your two holes in and out, double stimulating you.

"Jongseong! Fuck, your fingers feel so good." You feel yourself begin to move your hips in tune with his fingers, helping him reach deeper into you.

Your moans grow higher in pitch, not caring about where you are right now. Besides, you took the time to finally read the employee handbook after your encounter with Heeseung.

"F-faster Jongseong! Please! Wanna come!"

"You wanna come on my fingers baby? But I thought you said you couldn't wait until Heeseung got here." He fakes a pout as he rests his head on your shoulder.

"N-no! You! Want you to make me come." You throw your head back onto his own shoulder, tongue almost out from how good his fingers were.

"Who's better at filling up your cunt, me or Heeseung?"

You let out a whine, too embarrassed to answer because both men make you feel so good. Jay sees your hesitation as your mushed brain tries to come up with an answer. His free hand rounds your body to push past the band on your pantyhose and underwear, reaching your clit and pinching it harshly. You let out a cry at his ministrations.

"Answer me Baby. Or... is it something else?"

You nod, hoping he'd understand you, but Jay once again pinched your clit hard.

"Words, Sweetheart. Use your big girl words."

You grip his forearm, before finally breaking. Tears run down your face, you're not sure if it's from pleasure or embarrassment.

"B-both! You both fill up my pussy so good!" You turn your head towards Jay, and your eyes widen at how predatory he looks. He smirks at you, before moving is fingers at a faster pace. You moan out, head hanging as you feel the buildup of your orgasm.

"Gonna come! I'm gonna come Jongseong!"

And before you could, he stops his fingers and removes them from your holes, ripping you away from your orgasm. You let out a whine.

"No! I was gonna come!"

Instead, Jongseong gently pulls your skirt down back into place, turning you around to face him before placing a kiss on your forehead.

"Brats don't get to come until they apologize."

You stare at him, dumbfounded. He simply winks at you as he turns to leave, throwing a message behind him as he walks toward the door.

"I like when you call me Jongseong, especially when you're moaning."

You look away, feeling too shy to look at him. And just as he's about to leave, he leaves you with a final message.

"I'll be sure to inform Heeseung of your little... confession." You look up, confused by his words, when you see it. On his phone, a voice recording of everything that went down.

You feel yourself getting wet at the implications of Jongseong's words.

[winchesterwild78]

An Unexpected Friendship pt 10

Master List

Characters: Jensen Ackles x Reader, Reader’s daughter, Jensen’s children

Warnings/Trigger Warnings: FLUF, Smut!

A/N: This is a short story written in collaboration with @cheekygirl2309.

This chapter is the FINAL chapter. I’ve loved creating this story with @cheekygirl2309. I’ve had so much fun and enjoyed reading all of the love and support for this story. 

No disrespect to Jensen or his family. This is a work of fiction and does not depict real life. Written and edited fast-please overlook any errors. 

Minors DNI 18+

The next few months were so amazing. Jensen was true to his word and invited Josh’s parents to every big event we had. I was grateful they came and felt like they were family. Jazzy was also so proud of her new last name. 

When we went to the school to change her name, she proudly announced she was an Ackles. The secretaries smiled and congratulated her. In public she would introduce Jensen as her daddy. Since our engagement and the adoption, social media had exploded with stories and pictures of all of us. 

Jensen and I officially went public and most of the fans were supportive. I did my best to tune out the negative and focus on the positive ones. It was hard at times, but I knew I had Jensen to help navigate me through it. 

Jensen and I talked about the wedding and we both agreed we wanted a small, intimate ceremony with just our children, close family and friends. Since Jensen officiated his wedding, Jensen reached out to Jeffery Dean Morgan to officiate ours. He was thrilled to do it. I was excited to meet him and his family. We had FaceTimed, but never met in person. 

Jensen and I also wanted to write our own vows. It took me by surprise when he mentioned it. I was nervous, because how do you really put into words how someone saved you when you thought you weren’t worth saving. I love Jensen, and I only hoped I could put it into words good enough to show him how much he means to me. 

Our wedding date was set, we were going to have a Spring wedding. Mid-April, at dusk, and hopefully under a tent. I of course told Jensen we needed a backup plan in the event of rain. “It’s Texas sweetheart, I don’t think it’s going to rain.” “Still, I’d like a backup plan.” I chuckled.

“Okay, how about we have it at The Allan House, right here in Austin? It has space inside and out. So if we have to move it inside we can still have it in the same place. The ceremony and reception can all be there.” He pulled it up on the computer and the photos were breathtaking. I smiled, “Jensen, it’s beautiful. Do you really think we can book it?”

“Absolutely, I know the owner, so I’ll give them a call.” I playfully rolled my eyes, “Of course you do.” Jensen laughed and called. When he got off the phone he smiled, “We’re all set, sweetheart. Are you ready to start planning our wedding?” 

I smiled and pulled him in my arms, “Yes, Jensen! I’m more than ready.”

*Time Jump 3 days before the Wedding*

“Jensen, I need to go with Gen and Nichole to pick up my dress. When is Jeff coming in again?” “He should be here today. His wife and the kids will be coming in tomorrow I believe. He’s going with me today to get fitted for his tux. I gave the tailor his measurements, so I hope it fits.” “Me too, Jens. Okay, I’ll be back later. I love you.” “I love you too, the kids are going with mom and dad for the afternoon, so when you get back they won’t be here.” 

I grabbed my stuff and nodded. As I got to the door I heard Jensen clear his throat. “Did you forget something, darlin’?” I turned on my heels and chuckled, “Nope.” I said, popping the “p” as I leaned in and kissed him goodbye. “How could I ever forget kissing you. It’s one of my favorite things to do.” 

Jensen chuckled, “Oh and what are some of your other favorite things to do?” I smirked, got really close to his lips again and said, “you”. Then kissed him again. He grabbed my hand as I tried to pull away, “Then what’s stopping you?” Jensen pulled me flush to his strong body and I felt his arousal straining against his jeans. 

“Baby I have an appointment at the dress shop. I don’t want to miss it, unless you want me to get married naked.” Jensen wiggled his eyebrows. I rolled my eyes and playfully hit his chest, “Jens, I’m not getting married naked. Sorry to disappoint you.” Jensen threw his head back and laughed. 

He kissed me again and we said our goodbyes. 

I arrived at the dress shop with a few minutes to spare. Gen and Nichole were waiting outside for me. They hugged me and we walked in. “Y/N! So happy to see you. Your dress is ready. Are you ready to try it on one last time?” I smiled and nodded. 

Gen and Nichole sat on the couches and waited for me. When I came around the corner both of them gasped and I saw tears in their eyes. Sally, the owner, walked behind me and fluffed the dress as I stood on the platform. “Okay, Y/N, one last touch.” She placed a veil on my head. I took a deep steady breath looking in the mirror. I looked over my shoulder at Nichole and Gen with tears in my eyes.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N. Jensen isn’t going to know what hit him.” I stood there looking in the mirror and the realization hit me. I was about to get married to Jensen and I had nobody to walk me down the aisle. 

Tears started to fall. My mother had passed away not long after Josh, and my father left us when I was two. Nichole rushed to my side and pulled me close, “Shh, it’s okay sweetie. You have me, Gen, Jared and the kids.” “I know, and I love you all so much. I just don’t know how I’m going to walk down that aisle alone. My mom walked me to Josh.” 

She pulled me tight, “I can do it if you want me to.” I smiled, “I know, but I need you standing up there with me and making sure Jensen doesn’t pass out.” We all three laughed. Gen was by my side too, “Honey, you’re one of the strongest people I know. You can do this. Jensen, all of your babies and all of us are there with you and for you. You know Jared would walk you down the aisle if you wanted him to.” 

I nodded, “Yeah, he offered, but I don’t want to take him away from Jensen. He needs his brother by his side. Okay, enough of this crying. Let’s get me out of this gorgeous dress and you two into yours.”

I changed into my regular clothes, while Gen and Nichole got into their dresses. When they came out they were absolutely breathtaking. “You two are so beautiful.” Nichole squealed when she realized the dress had pockets, “Y/N! Look! It has pockets.” We all laughed, “Yep, I made sure they did, and so does mine.” 

With our dresses in hand we headed out to get some last minute things for the wedding. Gen was keeping my dress at her house so Jensen wouldn’t see it, and I already had the kids’ outfits for the wedding. The girls were wearing matching dresses and Zeppelin was wearing a tuxedo that matched Jensen’s.

Jensen and I selected Navy blue, white, and gold as our wedding colors. The main colors being blue and gold. My dress was white, and the back opened into a beautiful navy blue that ran the length of the dress, and around the top of the bodice was blue. The girls’ dresses were navy blue, with white flowers on the skirts. Jensen and Zeppelin were wearing navy blue tuxedos, and his groomsmen were wearing grey. 

As the day approached, my nerves were starting to get the better of me. I thought about my wedding with Josh and how I was so nervous before, I actually threw up in the bridal suite. I really hoped this one would be different.

*Wedding Day*

I woke up early, stretched and reached for Jensen out of habit. My heart faltered a little when my hand hit the empty bed. He stayed with Jared last night. We decided we wouldn’t see each other until the ceremony. I was so excited to see his reaction when he turned around and saw me at the other end of the aisle.

I got out of bed, showered and went downstairs to a note on the counter and an artificial rose. I knew that handwriting from anywhere, it was Jensen. I smiled because I knew he snuck in last night after I went to bed to leave this for me. 

I opened the note and smiled as I read it.

My love,

Today is the day we promise before our family and God to be together forever. The road that led us here was bumpy, but we got through it together. I can’t wait to see how beautiful you’re going to look in your dress. I know you’re going to take my breath away, like you have since the day I met you. I love you, darlin’, until that rose I left you dies. I’ll see you later, beautiful.

Love,

J

I felt the sting of tears in my eyes. I grabbed my phone and sent him a text.

Me: Thank you for my wonderful surprise this morning. I’ll love you until the rose dies too. 

Jensen: I’m glad you liked it. I love you so much baby.

Me: I love you too, handsome. I can’t wait to see you in your tux. You know what it does to me, and wait until your fans see it. They are gonna go feral. 😘 🤤

Jensen: Ha! They go feral over everything.

Me: Of course they do, have you seen you?!

Jensen: Every single day in the shower. 😉

Me: Oh you’re so mean. Now I can’t stop thinking about you naked.

Jensen: Then mission accomplished. 😂 

Me: Okay, Mr. Ackles, you’re going to pay. 

Jensen: Ooo how?

Me: *1 image sent* this is what I’m wearing under my dress

Jensen: Damn baby. Now that’s mean. I can’t wait to take that off of you. 

Me: Patience my love. Just think the whole time I’m standing next to you, dancing, we’re walking around, that is what is under my dress. Just waiting for you.

Jensen growled and adjusted his pants when he read what I wrote. 

Jensen: You’re killing me.

Me: Oops, sorry baby. 😘 I love you, I need to get ready to leave or Gen and Nichole are going to drag me out of here. 

Jensen: Yeah, Jared is banging on the door. I love you too baby. See you soon.

Gen, Nichole and I arrived at the Allan House to get ready for the wedding. Jensen’s mom had the kids, and Josh’s parents were there to help with them too. My hair and makeup was done. I wore my hair half up and half down, with ringlets cascading over my shoulders. 

Jensen was across the property in the groom’s suite when there was a knock at the door. Jared opened it and saw Bill. “May I come in?” Jared stepped to the side. Jensen was in his tux and turned to shake Bill’s hand. “Bill, thank you for being here with us today. It means so much to Y/N and I.” 

“You’re welcome. Jensen I wonder if I could talk to you in private for a minute?” “Of course. Jared, can you give us a minute?” Jared nodded and left the room. “Bill, you wanted to speak to me? Is everything okay?” “Oh yeah, everything is perfect. Y/N is like a daughter to me, us. Even before she married Josh she was part of our family. When she married Josh and had Jazzy we felt on top of the world. After Josh died, a part of her died with him, but she kept that sweet, caring heart we all loved so much. We were so thankful when she met you and fell in love again, and even more thankful you were willing to have us in your lives. We can never repay you for that, son. Jensen, Margaret and I would like you to have this. I wore them when I married Margaret, and Josh wore them when he married Y/N. We want you to have them so when Jazzy gets old enough you can give them to her to use in her wedding.” 

Bill handed Jensen a small box, when he opened it there were beautiful gold, sapphire and diamond cufflinks. “Bill, these are beautiful, I can’t take them. They belong in your family.” Bill placed a hand on Jensen’s shoulder, “Son, you are family. They belong with you and Y/N.” “Bill, I’d be honored to wear them, thank you, sir.” Jensen and Bill exchanged a hug as he took the box. 

I was standing in the bridal suite taking deep breaths, looking at myself in the mirror when there was a knock on the door. Nichole answered it and when I looked up I saw Margaret and Bill. “Wow, sweetie, you’re stunning.” Margaret said as she pulled me into a hug. 

Bill stood to the side and just looked at me. I took a deep breath, “Do I look okay?” I asked him. He stepped forward, “Sweetheart, you’re even more beautiful than the day you married Joshua. Jensen is a lucky man.” He hugged me and I felt the tears burn the back of my eyes. 

It was a few minutes until the ceremony started and I still felt a pang of sadness about walking down the aisle alone. Jensen’s mom and Margaret got the kids in place, Gen and Nichole got in place and I took one last look in the mirror. 

Bill was standing at the door waiting for me. “You okay, kiddo?” My eyes flicked to him and he saw the tears in mine. He pulled me in a hug, “Shh, you’ve got this sweetie. That man out there is in love with you and I know you two are going to be incredibly happy.” I nodded. Then it hit me. I might not have grown up with a father, but I had a dad and he was standing right there with me. 

“Bill?” “Yes, sweetie?” “If you say no it’s okay. I completely understand, but would you do me the honor of walking me down the aisle?” “It would be my honor to do that.” I nodded, he took my arm and we walked outside. 

The sun was just starting to set, so the twinkle lights under the tent were sparkling with the orange glow from the setting sun. It was breathtaking. 

I heard the music start for the kids, Gen and Nichole. Then came my music. Bill took my arm and we walked out and around the corner. Jeff motioned for everyone to stand. 

Jensen turned around and locked eyes with me. I saw tears in his eyes. I walked down the aisle, my eyes never leaving his. Trying to steady my breath, because damn did he look amazing in his tux. 

At the end of the aisle, Bill hugged me, and gave my hand to Jensen. He shook Jensen’s hand and then hugged me again. Nichole fluffed my dress and I handed her my flowers, taking both of Jensen’s hands. 

He leaned over and whispered, “God you’re so beautiful.” I smiled. 

Jeff began the ceremony and it was time for our vows. Jensen went first. "The day I met you, I knew I had found something special. You were hurting, scared, and alone. I vowed to protect you, to love you, and to give you the happiness you deserve. I promise to always be your rock, your confidant, and your love. I'm grateful for the chance to be a part of your life. You've brought light into my world. You've shown me the meaning of unconditional love. I promise to be the best husband and father I can be. I'll always be there to support you, to encourage you, and to love you. Together, we'll build a future filled with love, laughter, and happiness. I'm so grateful for the chance to love you and our daughter. You've given me a reason to live, and a purpose. I promise to always be there for you, to provide for you, and to protect you. I'll cherish every moment we share, forever. I love you, Y/N."

My breath hitched, as the tears pricked my eyes. Then it was my turn. "When I first met you, I was lost in a storm. You were the lighthouse, steady and strong, guiding me to safety. You didn't just take me in; you welcomed me and my daughter into your heart. I promise to love you, cherish you, and honor you always. Thank you for being my hero. You saw me when I couldn't see myself. You loved me when I thought love was a distant memory. You're not just my partner, you're my protector, my provider, and my best friend. I promise to be the best wife and mother I can be, to love you unconditionally, and to build a beautiful future together. I've found in you a love that's rare and true. You've shown me what it means to be loved and cared for. I promise to be your constant, your support, and your joy. Together, we'll face whatever life throws our way, hand in hand. I love you, Jensen.”

Jeff smiled and Jensen nodded at him, “Jensen and Y/N have also written vows to their children, which they will say now. 

Jensen began, "Jazmyne, I promise to always be here for you, to love you unconditionally, and to guide you on your journey. I promise to be a loving and supportive dad, and to always be there to listen and to help. When you came into my life I had no idea what was missing. You and your mom were the missing pieces in my life. I will spend the rest of my life being the dad you deserve, and helping guide you through life’s trials, and love you until all the stars fall from the sky.” Jazzy leaped in his arms and held him tight. “I love you too, daddy.”

I took a deep breath and looked at JJ, Arrow and Zeppelin. “JJ, Arrow and Zeppy, I promise to always be a source of love, laughter, and support for you three. I'll be there for your triumphs, your setbacks, and everything in between. We will tackle it all together. I vow to honor the bond you share with your dad, and the love and bond you had with your mom. I am extremely honored to be a part of your lives, and to watch you grow. I’ve loved you three since the beginning and I’ll love you three until all the stars fall. Together the six of us will be a family and will always be there to take care of each other. I love you three so much.” They hugged me tightly, “We love you too.”

When I stood up, Jeff smiled. “Jensen, do you take Y/N to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?” 

Jensen looked at me and smiled, “I do.” Then Jeff turned to me, “Y/N, do you take Jensen to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?” I looked at Jensen and smiled, “I do.” 

“By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Jensen, you may kiss your bride.” Jensen pulled me flush to him, leaned me back and kissed me deeply. Cheers and applause erupted. When Jensen pulled me back up we turned to face everyone. “It is my honor to announce for the first time, Mr and Mrs Jensen and Y/N Ackles.” 

Jensen, and I took each other’s hands and walked down the aisle together. We walked into the bridal suite to wait for photos. Inside Jensen closed and locked the door. 

He walked over to me and pulled me in for another deep kiss. He pulled away and looked at me, “You are absolutely breathtaking, darlin’. Are you wearing that thing you sent me under this?” He tried to pull my dress to the side and I giggled. “Yes I am, but you’re going to have to wait to see it. If you mess up my hair before pictures, Gen and Nichole are going to kick your ass.” 

He pulled me flush to his body, “Worth it.” I giggled as he started to kiss down my neck. I moaned as his hands started running up and down my body. Jensen’s hands slid down to the bottom of my dress and lifted up my skirt, revealing the dark blue lingerie I was wearing. 

Jensen bit his lip and growled. “Damn baby, this is beautiful, but definitely in the way.” I grabbed his hand, and that’s when I felt the cufflinks. “Jens, where did you get these?” “Bill and Margaret gave them to me. They wanted me to wear them when I married you, because you’re like a daughter to them.” I nodded, “That’s so sweet, Jens. These look like the ones Josh wore.” “That’s because they are, sweetheart.” I gasped, “Oh wow.” 

There was a knock on the door. It was Gen telling us it was time to get pictures taken. After pictures, it was time to enjoy the reception. We danced, ate, drank and had so much fun. 

As the night wore on the kids were starting to get sleepy. Jensen’s parents were keeping the kids for the night so Jensen and I could be alone. We had decided instead of a honeymoon with just the two of us, we were going on a family moon and taking the kids with us. We were leaving in two days, so Jensen and I had two days alone.

It was time for Jensen and I to leave the reception. Everyone lined up with sparklers and created an arch for us to walk under. When we got to the end, I turned around and hugged all of the kids and told them good night. Jensen helped me into Baby, and then walked around and slid in the driver’s seat. 

He took my hand in his and kissed it. “Ready to go home, Mr. Ackles?” “You better believe it, Mrs. Ackles. I can’t wait to get you out of that dress.” 

I chuckled and bit my lip. My body tingled with anticipation of what was to come. 

Jensen pulled into the driveway and walked around to my door. He opened it and offered me his hand. When he pulled me out of the car he pulled me flush to his body. His lips hovered over mine. I could feel his hot breath on my lips. I swallowed hard, my heart beating wildly in my chest. 

Jensen kissed me softly and took my hand, leading me to the door. Opening the door, Jensen looked at me, scooped me up and carried me over the threshold. “Welcome home, Mrs. Ackles.” He gently put me down and closed and locked the door. 

As soon as the door was locked, Jensen’s lips and hands were back on me. He kissed down my neck and to my cleavage. I tilted my head back and let out a moan. “Jens, please.” 

Jensen took my hand and led me upstairs to our room. He moved my hair to the side and started to unzip my dress. I shivered when his fingers brushed against my skin. When my dress was unzipped I let it fall at my feet. 

Standing before my husband in the navy blue lingerie I had on under my dress. Jensen bit his lip, “God this looks better in person. I am one lucky man.” I blushed.   

Jensen started to take off his tuxedo. I sat on the edge of the bed, watching him strip. My thighs clenched together when he was down to his boxers. My hands ran up his toned chest and into his hair as I stood to kiss his lips. 

I could feel his arousal through the thin material of his boxers, and my arousal soaking my panties. 

Jensen laid me back on the bed, pulled me down to the side and threw my legs over his shoulders. He unsnapped the bottom of the lingerie, exposing my dripping core. “Damn baby, you’re soaked.” I bit my lip and nodded. He kissed up my thighs and when he got to my pussy he slid his fingers inside. I gasped at the sudden feeling of fullness. Jensen hooked his fingers up, and his mouth attached to my clit. He sucked and licked, pushing me closer to the edge. My hands gripping the sheets and then his hair. I threw my head back, moaning and begging him not to stop. 

“Oh fuck, Jensen! That feels so good. Don’t stop.” This encouraged him to go faster. I bucked my hips into his mouth. He sucked my swollen clit as his fingers continued pumping in and out of me, deeper and deeper. 

“Jens..I’m…gonna…cum..oh fuck!” I moaned and pulled his head into my pussy. I felt the sting of his beard rubbing on my sensitive skin. I came hard with a loud scream of his name. Jensen kept going, and as my legs tried to close, he held them apart. I came again without warning. My body is sensitive and overstimulated. I screamed his name again. 

Jensen finally leaned up, my release covering his face. He hovered over me and placed a kiss on my lips. I tasted my release and deepened the kiss. Jensen leaned up and removed his boxers, his cock pink and wet with precum. I leaned forward and took his cock in my hand. Guiding it to my mouth. I began to suck him down deep into my throat. Jensen hissed when I sucked him into his balls. 

“Oh fuck, baby! Just like that.” I continued to suck him. My hands gripped his thighs as I took every inch of him in my mouth. Jensen’s hands went into my hair and began to push my head onto his cock. 

“Yes, baby. Let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours. God, you feel so good.” The sounds of his moans and me sucking filled the room. Jensen’s breath ragged. Then he pulled me off of him.

“Jens, what happened? Did I hurt you?” Jensen cupped my face, “No darlin’ that was amazing, but if you kept it up I would have cum down your throat and I want to make love to my wife tonight.” 

I smiled and nodded. He laid me back and crawled up between my legs. “You ready baby?” I nodded. Jensen took his length in his hand and lined himself up. With one thrust he bottomed out. Both of us were moaning as he filled me up. He stopped and allowed my body to adjust to his size. 

He always stretched me in ways that had my head reeling. He began to move. His movements, slow and deliberate. He was making love to me, without hurrying through to get to his release. 

His lips trailed over my body, our fingers finding each other and interlocking as he held my hands down on the bed. Our bodies moved together in slow, deliberate motions. My body was filled with desire, love and bliss. 

“I love you, Jensen.” I whispered. “I love you too, Y/N. So much.” 

“I want you on top, baby. I want to see your beautiful body.” I nodded, Jensen pulled out and laid down. I climbed on top, lined him back up and took him back inside. I placed my hands on his chest to steady myself. I began to rock my hips back and forth. 

Jensen’s hands held onto my breasts as I continued to ride him. He was in so deep I could feel his cockhead hitting my cervix with each thrust. I rocked my hips and bounced faster. Something ignited in Jensen, because he lifted his legs up, held onto my hips and began to thrust up in me. His thrusts grew faster as his moans became louder. “Oh fuck, Y/N. You feel so good. I’m gonna cum, baby.” 

“Yes, Jensen! Cum in me, fill me up with your seed.” A few more thrusts and Jensen was grunting, spilling his hot seed inside me. I could feel his cock twitch inside me. When I felt him stop, I climbed off, went to the bathroom and cleaned myself up. I came back with a washcloth and started to clean Jensen. Since he was extra sensitive he took the cloth and cleaned himself. 

When he was done he threw it to the side and pulled me close to him. Jensen cupped my face and kissed me deeply. “Thank you, Y/N. Thank you for coming into our lives, loving us and becoming my wife. I love you so much baby and I promise you I will love you until the end of time.” 

I smiled softly and looked into his green eyes so full of love, “I love you too, Jensen. Thank you for loving me and Jazzy and becoming my husband. I’ll love you until the end of time.” 

Jensen pulled me close to him, grabbed the blanket and put it over us. “Good night, darlin’.” I laid my head on his chest, “Good night, baby.” The two of us drifted off to sleep thinking about how an unexpected friendship could lead to this beautiful family and incredible love we created together.

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[antipelargy]

I really like this idea! It's so interesting that Godpoke makes no effort to talk about themself. They don't even correct anyone who assumes they are the new Godpoke, they don't try to fight it, they just take it in stride. The artbook says the cowpoke purposely dressed like King because they were excited to attend her ascenion party. I think Godpoke idolized King like many other humans, and was excited to follow in her footsteps. I think they have difficulty speaking for some reason, either from a speech impediment, selective mutism, or they are deaf/hoh and can only understand what people say bc they can see their speech bubbles (either a power they already had or a power from the Megapon).

Anyway, I like King trying to get to know them, but they are somewhat resistant to it. Maybe they don't like who they are. Maybe they're really shy. Maybe they've been judged harshly in the past and don't want it to happen again. Maybe they love this fresh start and don't want to go back. Whatever the case, I want Godpoke to be open about themself and be friends with King.

(MAJOR GGG SPOILERS)

I had some thoughts that I was told were good.... about like. the godpoke as their own character. and about them & King's postcanon friendship.

and how. during & after the events of the game, everyone else probably just sees godpoke doing its godpoke things and are like yup! that's just good ol' godpoke! (only communicating using other people's words and the occasional nod or shake, drifting around following orders & helping people, generally being the most perfect little mail carrier the grove could ask for with barely a complaint despite being having the role of godpoke literally dropped from the sky onto them)

and King is the first to vocally be like. hey. isnt that kind of really weird? this little cowpoke saved the entire world, but none of us know anything about them personally? ... nobody even knows their name?? We just call them godpoke???

(the rest under here i don't wanna giant post blast y'all ↓)

I feel like King would think of it as the least she could do after all the godpoke has done for the grove, for all the listening and learning they've done about all the grove's gods' and people's lives and problems, to try and learn at least a little bit about Them. (and also i feel like King is just generally the type of person who desires to understand the people she meets as much as she possibly can.)

So King starts trying to help godpoke communicate for themself. probably a lot of giving them pointers on using megapon, and a lot of speaking very deliberately to give godpoke the chance to twist her words into what they really wanna say. its probably a long and slow effort... megapon wasn't exactly designed as a full communication device, just a mail cannon. and maybe the godpoke is stubborn, too. maybe they refuse to use anything else but megapon. maybe they're hesitent to share themself. and of course, the two of them are both busy helping the grove heal from the almost-apocolypse.

But King is the Eloquent God now. and among all her other new responsabilities, she's found someone who might need her words to help communicate for themself.. idk

[lady-of-tearshed]

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Pairing: Azris

Summary: Just a cozy morning between secretly mated Azris... they're adorable. This takes place before the IC boys annual snowball fight. 🥰

Word count: 1.4k words

Warnings: Mention of sex, mention of oral sex, brooding, slight/almost IC "hate" (Eris is a hater, apologies. Tho he does not 😚)

A/N: Aaaah Azris, my heart. This is my first time writing a homosexual pairing, so, yay? Yay! Anyways! Tell me your thoughts, I'm really excited about sharing this one with yall. 💕 ALSO! Let December, the merriest month of the year (in my modest opinion), BEGIN!

If you want to see what Eris... jumper looks like in the fic below, click here!

Dividers made by @tsunami-of-tears ❤️

The sound of crackling fire doesn’t send ripples of raw terror down Azriel’s spine anymore. His hands don't start shaking at the mere sight of a flame, and it doesn’t make him recall the way the fire had licked the skin off his hands as his brothers laughed devilishly.

No, not anymore. Now, Azriel has found a way, someone, who makes him see the flames as other than fear and danger. Now, he can enjoy the warmth it provides him. He can even just watch how the flame dances in the fireplace and just relax. Enjoy. Admire its beauty…

And the person who managed to accomplish this Gods damn miracle is currently curled around Azriel’s pillow, their and Azriel's scent filling the room. It's a perfect combination of warm cider and cinnamon, with a hint of cloves mixed with Azriel’s night-chilled mist and cedar unique scent. The smell clings to the bedsheets, much to Azriel’s delight. It probably will stay that way for a few more days, hopefully. This scent, his mate's scent, his lover’s scent, Eris scent.

Warmth flooded Azriel’s chest, and he stills. The feeling of the bond in his chest still makes him unsteady. Hasn't quite gotten used to the way Eris feels through the bond, nor had he mastered to control the massive waves of emotions he sometimes sends down his mate's side.

The Illyrian steps closer to the bed, keeping his footsteps light and discreet. He sits down beside Eris' sleeping form, his eyes roaming over his utterly naked skin. The light coming from the fire burning in front of Azriel's bed dances over Eris’ freckled back, casting the most enticing shadows on his skin. Azriel sucks in a breath, Eris looks like a God. The Mother herself must envy the male, honestly.

Azriel, unlike Eris, is dressed and almost ready to leave the house. Today, Azriel has planned to leave his secluded flat and fight the frigid weather of the largest peak of Velaris mountains. Today, like every year since centuries, he would not only have to fight the cold and the wind, but also his brothers’ ruthlessness.

Azriel is anticipating his 200th snowball fight victory this year, and hopes to get it over with soon, so he can just crawl back in bed with his favorite redhead to claim his prize.

Fuck the birchin, he would most likely get kicked out anyway. Thoughts of Eris haunt his days and nights now, and the heat of the birchin would just remind him of the heat emitting from his mate’s body when his mouth parts open and Azriel is buried deep in-

“Az, this is an ungodly hour to have these kinds of thoughts,” Eris grumbles, rolling over to face Azriel. His amber eyes meets Azriel’s. “Hi.”

“Hi,” Azriel responds, his voice barely above a whisper. His scarred hand reaches down, and cradles Eris' cheek. “I didn’t want to wake you up.” His thumb traces the freckles on his cheekbone, the softness of Eris’ face makes Azriel shiver. Eris' lips twitch with amusement, his eyelids still heavy with sleep. And Cauldron boil and fry him, Azriel has to fight every instinct in order to keep his clothes on and not claim Eris' pretty mouth with his cock right here and then.

If Rhysand isn’t already growing suspicious of his spymaster's behavior, he would definitely suspect something is going on if Azriel fails to attend their traditional snowball fight without warning them. He can't allow Rhysand to start questioning him, because Eris would kill Azriel for that. Not quite literally, at least. But he would be greatly displeased.

It’s not that Eris wants to keep it a secret forever. No. Eris is a jealous, and quite possessive male. He truly wants nothing more than to make the world know that Azriel is his. Problem is, with his new High Lord position and Autumn closed-minded population, announcing it publicly could create chaos. Eris cannot allow that to happen. His Court is still weak, courtiers are constantly on a rotation, people are tense… A bad reaction to this news could quickly degenerate. Eris still has to build some trust and respect amongst his court, and change a few things up before publicly announcing his mating bond with a male. A male and an Illyrian.

Azriel gets Eris' point of view, and he respects this. Eris considers himself the luckiest male in Prythian for that. Just comprehension and respect, no questions, no pushing.

Though sometimes when Eris is away, he looks at the stars and moon and wonders if this was the right decision. He also wonders how much longer? How much longer until he can truly be free, until he can stop hiding? On darkest days, like when he has to stay away from Azriel for over a week or so because of his High Lord responsabilities, he wonders if Azriel will get bored of hiding. Wonders if he'll get tired of waiting, and end this, the special thing that they have. Eris’ most prized treasure. He wonders what, and if, and why…

A pinch on Eris' cheek snaps him out of his thoughts. “You’re scowling.”

Eris' nose scrunches and frowns. He hates that Azriel can so easily read him. He also hates that he makes Azriel worry, he wants to make him happy when they're together, not stressed or worried about him because he can't stop brooding. “Yeah, because that’s my jumper you’re wearing.” He lies easily. Azriel doesn't notice.

“Jumper?” Azriel looks down, pulling at the navy and dark orange fabric. “You call that a jumper?”

“What do you call it?”

Azriel chuckles and just shrugs. “I don’t know. Like, a sweater? A pullover?”

“That sounds like a cheap piece of clothing. A jumper is fancy.” Eris protests, pulling the sheets further up his body and crossing his arms.

“Yes, yes. Very fancy, my heart.” Azriel leans in, and pampers Eris' scowling face with kisses. Eris looks like a ruffled angry bird, which makes Azriel laugh once more. Before Eris can snap at him for making fun of him, Azriel leans down and nips at the tip of his nose before pulling away. “I have to go now.”

“With my jumper on?”

Azriel halts. He feels the heat creeping up his cheeks. He rolls his neck, trying to ease the unease that settled in the muscles there. “Uh, yeah. Is that… okay?”

Eris props himself up on his elbows and stares. Azriel has to force his eyes to stay focused on Eris’ face, else they will venture down to stare at the sheet dropping dangerously low to his waist. Eris bites his lip, his eyes still assessing Azriel. Eris looks at him up, then down, without any ounce of shame. After what feels like an eternity, Eris just shrugs. “Yeah. Let the ba…”

Azriel's stare hardens, giving Eris a warning. So Eris thinks before continuing what he was about to say, wisely choosing his words. Not without rolling his eyes first, he tries again. “Let your… friends, I guess, know that a delicious smelling person shares your life now. I don’t mind. Just… don’t tell them everything, please. Not now.”

Azriel nods, and before Eris can start to justify himself, he shuts him up by placing his lips on his. He kisses him slowly, savoring the few minutes he has left before he really has to go. When they break apart, reluctantly, Eris' cheeks are tinted with the prettiest shade of pink. “Will you still be there when I come back?” Azriel asks.

Eris chews his lip and runs his hand through his messy auburn curls. “Maybe. I don’t know. I have… stuff waiting for me in Autumn. So… I don't think so. I'll see.”

Azriel nods, though he would have prefered a more certain answer. Because what else can he do about that?

This– the bond–is still new for both of them, but Azriel would be lying if he said he wouldn’t love to have his mate here, in his small apartment, in his bed every day of his immortal life. But he understands. Plus, this is all just a temporary situation. At the moment, Eris has responsibilities, more than ever since he became High Lord. He has a court to rebuild and… hounds waiting for him to get back to them, spoil them and care for them.

Does Azriel feel a bit jealous of the hounds? No. Maybe? Just a little bit. “Alright,” He hesitates, then asks Eris, “Will you come back?”

No matter how many times Eris makes his way back to Azriel, the fear of losing him forever always lingers in the shadowsinger's head. So Azriel always asked, just to be sure, and Eris never questioned. He simply smiles fondly at him and speaks the truth like he always does. “Always.”

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THE REAPER disappeared off the face of the planet in the 20th century. SOLDIER BOY is the only one who holds the answers. A WAITING GAME ensues to see which, if either, makes it out of the depths of the unknown first.

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04.

COLE WAS NOT wearing his fucking glasses and that was final. The Vought stylist brought them in underneath a silver platter like he was supposed to be excited for the reveal of glasses that would help his failing eyesight. As if that was something he would ever be excited for. The rest of his life, watching it fail despite the rest of his body healing fine, all because his powers just did that? Going blind because his powers just did that? 

The only reason he did not tell Allie to get fucked was because she was the messenger. He didn’t shoot messengers. He just shot the sender twice.

“They’re really not so bad, Reaper,” she said in that soft voice of hers, tucking her hair behind one of her ears, fingers catching on the temples of the Vought Exclusive glasses she’d tried on. She was a sweetheart, really. Cole couldn’t believe he thought about shooting her.

Couldn’t believe a lot of the shit in his head, if he thought about it. So he didn’t.

“You try having your eyes failing on you, then tell me they’re ‘not so bad’,” he grumbles furiously, staring at his reflection in the large, golden framed mirror in one of Vought-American’s special dressing rooms on the upper floors. Cole meets Allie’s eyes in the reflection of the glass. “Oh. Fuck. Sorry.” 

She plucks his glasses off of her face, and unfolds hers from being tucked into the neckline of her peplum dress, sliding them into her face. “Should switch you and Obsidian’s suits for that. Inconvenience the both of you.”

“Hey, he’s innocent in all of this, alright?” Cole laughs, a sound he doesn’t often do. Too locked up in his head, where it’s all dark and fucky. A pause. “Obsidian’s coming?”

“Rumor has it,” Allie singsongs in response, coming up behind Cole to smooth out the skin tight leather of his outfit. He’s beginning to think she has a thing for him. He’s beginning to think he needs a new damn stylist — or whatever she was. “They want to show unity, between the Six, now that Soldier Boy—”

Oh, fucking kill him. 

“Yeah, yeah, no need to stroke his ego while he’s not here to get off on it,” he grumbled all over again, waving his hand in dismissive irritation. “God forbid he know they threw a fucking Gala for his safe return. As if he can die. As if I haven’t tried—”

Allie beams at him in the mirror, like he’s a spectacle. “Sorry,” she splutters when he catches her, head falling, “it’s just— I’m an intern, so I don’t get to see the likes of you all very often and— it’s real?”

Opportunities fall into his bored hands sometimes. Cole glances down at himself in his latex supersuit, then flicks his eyes back up to her. “Yeah. All real.”

Hates himself instantly. Has never, not once, felt so much like Ben in his life. 

“No!” she splutters all over again, her fist punching out to hit him in the arm. “The rivalries. The drama. I thought it was just publicity.”

Cole knew that, by the way. He’s just falling victim, like the rest of America currently, based on the newspaper headlines, to the influence of Soldier Boy. Get him out of here. 

Still, he puts on his media trained smile and nods once. “A lot of it’s just for show.” He talks himself out of trying to kill Soldier Boy twice an hour. “All in good fun.” He knows how he’d do it, too. “Gotta keep people watching, y’know?” Ben not included. Because Cole wanted to burn his eyes out and make his stupid head explode. 

Cole claps his hands together, turning his head to the door. Still closed, no sign of Legend yet, coming to collect him and the others. “Well, Allie. Go check for me that The Legend hasn’t croaked yet, yeah? He’s late again.”

Allie, seemingly having been waiting for an order, jumps into action like a robot. Cole felt a wash of relief the moment that she was out of the room. 

He didn’t hesitate to glance at the vanity counter that she’d left his glasses on, shooting the brightest beam of light at them to try and shatter them. No avail. Worth a shot, though. 

His door cracks open, and he first hears it in the sounds that come before the actual movement. Heavy stomping footsteps, an even heavier sigh. 

Cole expects Legend. Has an irritable teasing remark on the tip of his tongue. 

It’s Ben. 

“Just wanted to see if this was killin’ you yet, princess,” Ben hums, cigar hanging out of his mouth, hair styled flat and gelled against his scalp. “Having to celebrate me tonight.” 

“I’m not celebrating shit,” Cole says through a scoff, running his fingers through his hair. He really should start putting an effort into his appearance, shouldn’t he? Can’t just bank on being the one of the Six everyone’s afraid to cross. “There’s free wine. I’m goin’ for free wine.” 

“Don’t be like that,” Ben puffs an exhale of cigar smoke into the dressing room, making it smell like leather and tobacco at once. “You owe me a bit of fucking respect after the display yesterday.” 

Cole’s eye starts twitching, like it always does when Ben opens his mouth and tries to reprimand him for not kissing his ass. “Yeah. Alright.” 

He expects Ben to hound him a bit more, just to really solidify how much his feelings were hurt by specifically Cole’s unhappiness about his return. They’ve played this stupid game enough that Cole can predict every single one of Ben’s steps and still goes easy on him. 

Instead, there’s the telltale scrape of heavy, solid metal on hardwood, and he only has time to blink before the whistle of something flying through the room overtakes any other sound. Ben’s shield. 

Cole doesn’t have time to physically defend himself, or even react, before the edge of it slams into his abdomen and shoves him against the wall. Against the wall, into the wall — what was the difference? Drywall cracks behind his spine, and there’s a split second of blearing pain behind his eyes before his blood’s already sending its defenses to heal it. 

“What the fuck?” Cole shouts, his boot kicking at the titanium steel and trying to shove it off of his leg where it’d fallen. Expectedly, he can’t move it. 

Expectedly, he’s getting pissy. First they want him to make a grand debut next to Soldier Boy in fucking glasses — to prove that Soldier Boy is the strongest in his time of praise, he guessed, or maybe just so he could see. Either way made his blood turn to fire and ash. Then this—

“I have to go to a gala dedicated to me with a fucking hole in my chest,” Ben snarls, his booming voice echoing throughout the small dressing room. “Do you know how patronizing that is?” 

“I didn’t know you knew what that word meant,” Cole says, mostly to himself, “been reading the Daily Tribune? Doing the crosswords?” 

“I will fucking kill you one day, Reaper,” he responds through his gritted teeth, his own boots stomping on the ground as he goes to retrieve his shield, “and there won’t be a goddamn person to mourn you, and not a person to reap you either.” 

Anger flares through him like a lit match. It’d been a minute, and it’s rusty at best, but he gives in to the dark. The shadows cast behind the vanity, the darker ones beneath the soft, maroon couch in the middle of the room. 

He thinks it, and they finally, finally fall silent for a second, obeying the command in his head and curl into a wispy black hand around Ben’s throat. 

“Nice trick,” Ben rasps through his strained throat, his twitching lips betraying the calm facade he wears like a mask, “gonna dim the light now?” 

Finish it. He doesn’t. Finish him. He won’t. “Maybe the one in your eyes.” 

“You wish.” 

You wish, you wish, you wish. Fuck, he did wish. 

It’s always like this when he gives in to the shadows. Their voices quiet when he reaches out to them, and then they’re loud, pounding in his skull. 

He’s gotten used to pushing them away, though, Even when it makes his limbs feel too big for his skin, denying something so innate within him. 

Cole holds the grip on Ben’s throat a second longer before he wills the shadows into bleary black smoke again. Ben’s hand comes up to rub at the reddened mark on his skin, his eyes ablaze with fire. 

Ben’s hands shoot out before Cole can blink, strong fingers grabbing Cole by the nylon of his supersuit, They drag him in until they’re nose to nose, hot angry breath splaying on his face in puffs. 

A blink, and Cole thinks he might hit him. A blink, and he’s certain he will, already preparing to have to pop his nose into place again, crack his jaw on track again. 

He kisses him. 

It’s bruising. teeth clashing into teeth, hard enough to send them both back into the wall behind Cole. Cole is too shocked to do anything, at first, except for let him, even as it felt like ice water being poured directly over his head, turning everything to ice. 

Finally, he returns to his senses, and he shoves Ben back with his hands on his chest. Ben’s hands only curl tighter into the nylon fabric. “What the fuck, Ben?” 

Ben’s chest heaves, heavy breaths leaving his parted lips. He says nothing in his defense, not a single word, but his eyes falling to Cole’s mouth says a thousand of them. One second, they’re staring at each other. The next second, Cole isn’t sure who moves first; him, or Ben. Ben, whose hands drag him back in by his grip on his shirt. Cole, who lifted his hands to grasp at Ben’s face, holding him in place so he couldn’t break free again. 

It wasn’t romantic by any means. It was entirely lust and anger driving their mouths together. Ben pushes him back against the wall and the cracked drywall behind them, using his grip on Cole’s suit to lift him easily. 

The skin tight fabric of their supersuits leaves little to the imagination about how this was affecting them, which does nothing but make Cole groan into Ben’s open mouth. 

Ben shoves him harder into the wall, his voice a low, warning omen on his lips. “Shut the fuck up.” 

For once in his entire life, Cole listens to him. He’d deny it until he died, though. 

Ben’s knee knocks roughly against Cole’s, forcing him to spread them wider, and once Cole obliges, he presses himself deeper between them. Ben’s tongue swipes across Cole’s bottom lip until it opens, invading his mouth with force, just as he invades everything. 

That thought alone has Cole shoving him off of him until Ben’s spine collides with the vanity, stumbling after him to sink his fingers in the waistband of Ben’s pants, pulling his hips closer but still keeping him pinned to the vanity. 

Ben’s pupils are blown, eyes glazing as he stares into Cole’s. He leans in, teeth clamping around Cole’s bottom lip and drags it backwards until it pops back against his teeth. 

“Hey, Reap,” a voice — Obsidian’s, he realizes — calls from the other side of the door, and Ben jerks back so quickly that his teeth bite into Cole’s lip. Cole’s eyes flare at the blood that draws to the surface of the skin, his eyes already flaring— “They’re about to announce us downstairs in the Plaza.” 

The gold in Cole’s eyes dies down, but his heart still rests firmly in his throat; can feel it when he swallows. Ben’s teeth are clenched tightly, his jaw flexing in the process. 

“Alright,” Cole calls back through the door, his voice strained and thick.  “I’ll be down.”

“Right. Tell Soldier Boy, too, if y’see him.” Yeah. Cole saw him, alright. Ben’s eyes dare him to say something about it. “His own party and he’s M.I.A.” 

Cole’s lips twitch. Ben’s eyes darken. 

Obsidian’s footsteps echo down the hallway outside before Cole can say anything, though, and weighted seconds pass where neither Cole or Ben move. One crowded against a desk, the other crowding him. 

Ben shoves past him once Cole’s mouth opens, the altered reality they’d found themselves in shattering around them. His shoulder knocks hard into Cole’s on his way out.

The door slams behind him, rattling in the frame against the hinges, leaving Cole to bear the weight of it all on his shoulders. 

—

Downstairs, the rich and the influential sit at circular tables in the ballroom of the Plaza, dressed to the nines and muttering amongst themselves. Golden lights hang over each table, illuminating the tablecloth and their glittering wine and champagne glasses. The stage at the very back of the ballroom is the brightest; stage lights drown it in glowing white, a podium in the center and three chairs to right of it, an open space on the left. 

“Hope you plan on dimming that,” Obsidian says from somewhere in the shadows over Cole’s shoulders. Sebastian Orville looks surprisingly steady on his feet and comfortable in this crowded setting for someone who hasn’t left his house in three months, minimum. Cole supposed three months was enough time to get his gravity shit in control, if anything. 

His eyes are as stormy as ever, though, when Cole glances over his shoulder to look at him. Constantly shifting swirls of black and gray, so at odds with the rest of him. Messy curtains of sandy brown hair falling in his face, tan skin, strong jaw. He’s the most boyish of the Six��s men, in a way, and somehow one of the least human in what he does. 

“How are you here?” Cole asks incredulously, scanning his form for any indication of what is possibly keeping him from sending every glass, every table, every person, from slamming into the ceiling. 

His lips twitch, but before he can answer, Klara, Liberty, says in a false whisper, “they’ve got him shackled.” 

Sebastian’s smile is wide and genuine for someone who’s housebound, and more than likely one with furniture floating around it like bubbles. He raises his folded hands up, sleeves falling down his elbows and revealing solid black shackles. “I am being very polite today.”

“Go on, let ‘im see how you walk,” Steven, Stratostorm, nudges him forward by the elbow. “He was shufflin’ around all over the lobby. Y’Shoulda been there.” 

Cole would have rather ended his life than be around these idiots for longer than he has to now. “Yeah. Should’ve.” It was the alternative, though, to making out with Ben Anderson in his dressing room. Every single option felt like a fever dream. 

Joanne, the youngest of them all, is silent, though Cole doesn’t need his stupid glasses to know why. Bloody Mary is a terror to most,  the goddamn poster child for Vought Guard Dog in the same way that Soldier Boy is Vought’s special snowflake. 

Obsidian and Stratostorm are still chatting in loud whispers behind Cole, with the occasional chime-in from Liberty. Still, though, there’s no sign of the man of the hour, and Cole can’t help but wonder if he ditched — and if somehow, he’s gonna find a way to flip the blame onto him. 

Legend walks onto the stage, and the room’s buzz of chatter dies into soft murmurs of intrigue and interest. Here’s the man who manages the Six’s shit — or really just covers their asses. To these people, though, he must seem like a god instead of just a glorified public relations manager and string puller. 

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen,” he starts into the rectangular microphone braced on the podium, “it is with great honor to announce to you the safe return of our Soldier Boy, and along with him, the end of the war.” 

The room erupts into applause. Cole’s already bored, having heard variations of this speech in mindless gossip around the city and straight from the war-ender himself. “It’s another great honor to announce the attendance of the Six with us tonight—” A bright white spotlight bursts above them, illuminating the five of them, drawing the attention of every pampered head in the room. “All here to celebrate the re-arrival of leader Soldier Boy.” 

Cole wanted to tell him that Soldier Boy couldn’t lead a duck to water, but whatever. He didn’t care that much. He cared more about the notable absence of Soldier Boy, knowing that the man wouldn’t ever miss an opportunity to hear about his accomplishments. His skin is crawling with unease over the unknowns that keep building up. 

“Dim that shit,” Obsidian says again under his breath, “I haven’t seen the light of day in months. I’m going to fucking burst.” 

Cole’s eyes roll. Not that he was listening to Legend rattle on about the united front that was supposed to be the Six — checkmate to Allie for having guessed that part of this speech right — but he was a little preoccupied trying to find someone. Someone who he’d made out with in his dressing room. Fuck. 

Still, he glances up into the light, used to the way bright things burn his retinas at this point, as he turns the brightness down a few notches. Murmurs erupt in an undercurrent of sound beneath Legend’s speech. Cole doesn’t bother listening in to hear what they might be saying. 

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Legend says suddenly to an equally silent ballroom, “Soldier Boy.” 

The answer to Ben’s initial question when he’d walked into Cole’s dressing room was, yes, this was killing him. Celebrating someone that he hated and that hated him was a great feat. Still, he can’t deny the rush of relief that floods his veins at the fact that Soldier Boy was up there, even if it meant that the room was deafening with their equal relief. 

Klara leads the five of them around the back wall while they’re all distracted by whatever the hell Ben is saying — war talk, Cole imagines, or whatever war stories Ben can conjure up to make him look like God’s greatest gift. 

The open space on the right of the stage was for them. To stand and be gawked at like zoo animals. Cole was already counting the seconds to when he could leave and slam a dirty martini or twelve. 

“Now would be a good time,” Joanne whispers without moving her mouth much, her words slurring through her razor sharp teeth, “to unshackle Obsidian.” 

A rare joke — rare words — from her. Cole can’t help but quirk a smile. She’s too young to be reduced to silence like she’s been. It wasn’t her fault people were scared of her. 

“Strato’s got the key.” Obsidian jerks his head slightly in Stratostorm’s direction. 

Stratostorm is less subtle with his reactions, head swiveling back and forth between the two of them, before his eyes land on Cole. He thinks, at least. The visor over his eyes makes it hard to tell. “I do not have the key.”

“What?” Obsidian splutters out, clearing his throat to try and cover it when the sound echoes off of the walls of the stage. Cole can’t help the burst of laughter that breaks free from his throat. Obsidian’s chains rattle in his outrage, bound wrists flailing at his waist, out of sight.  “You fucking promised you wouldn’t lose it, you said—”

Their argument falls to the backburner of Cole’s mind, though, because his eyes make their way over to Ben at the podium, only to find him already looking at him on his strut to join them. Legend’s taking the podium again. 

Ben settles next to Cole, arms deliberately not touching. Cole’s eyes dance to the ceiling, asking gods that long abandoned them for some strength. Then at the spotlights, dimming them, too — the last thing he wants is more attention on him than necessary while his face is red hot. 

“What happened in—”

“Didn’t fucking happen,” Cole cuts him off, eyes straight ahead still, jaw ticking. “Don't Need your orders. Already got it.” 

“Good.”

“Good.”

The rest of their time onstage, Cole doesn’t remember. He’s sure he blacked out in his efforts to ignore Ben right next to him— the heat of his body rolling off in waves. At some point, they were dismissed, and Cole went straight to the first server he saw, taking two martinis off of his tray without a second thought. 

What he really needed was a cigarette. He gave himself ten minutes, though, before he excused himself from whatever useless conversation the equally useless politician had dragged him into. He really fucking hated these things. 

Ben catches up to him before he can push open the exit door behind the stage, hoping for some semblance of illusion of privacy. Cole bristles, his fists clenching at his sides. “Don’t,” Ben grits out, his face unreadable and brutish at once. 

“Fuck you, Ben,” he spits out, his eyes rolling instantly as if it was just second nature, dismissing any and every word out of his mouth, “I’m actually, physically and mentally, sick of your shit tod—”

“Can you shut the fuck up and listen for a second?” Ben snaps, eyes locked onto Cole’s and haunted. The sight of it is the only thing that snaps his mouth shut. “I’m being fucking serious. Don’t go out there.”

Cole has no other choice than to bite. “Why?”

“Obsidian’s dead.”

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Hello, here is the chapter 11 of a fanfiction on the world of Acotar where our three favorite Batboys are the mates of a single woman.

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Chapter 11

Feyre stood in front of the massive wooden door, a bouquet of Lilies in her hands, her favorite flowers. She took a deep breath, her eyes shining with joy. She turned her gaze to Luxiana on her left. 

The white-haired young woman gave her a reassuring, encouraging smile, trying to contain the joy that almost made her jump up and down. Her best friend was getting married today to a fae who also loved her in return, who was desperate to protect her and make her happy. She grabbed Feyre's hand, intertwining her fingers with those of her best friend. 

When the door in front of them opened, revealing the white Lys petal alley that would lead her to her future husband, Feyre's heart leapt in her chest in a mixture of stress and excitement. She was going to marry Tamlin. She loved him so much. Especially since her best friend was here. She'd nursed them back to health and eased their nightmares. She'd made their lives so much easier and her relationship with Tamlin so much more fused. She gripped the petticoats of her milky-white wedding dress with her free hand to lift them so she didn't step on them. "I'm so happy you're here with me today, Luxi."

Luxiana's heart swelled with joy in her chest, forcing her to tighten her fingers on the bouquet of Lilies she held in her other hand. "Me too." She glanced down the aisle of flowers -and at Tamlin, who was staring at Feyre with a glint in his eye at the end of it- silently pointing the blond man at Feyre with her eyes. "Are you sure you really want to marry him? No, because we could just run away really fast, you know, we'd just have to..."

She was interrupted by Feyre's laughter, which echoed through the great hall of the Spring Court high lord's home. 

Luxiana then stopped talking, smiling with tenderness. She'd managed to make her laugh, and that was all that mattered. Feyre needed it. "Are you ready?"

Feyre took a deep breath and nodded. She was ready to marry Tamlin. She smiled as she thought of all Luxiana had done for her and all she had said to Tamlin. She'd thrown his bad truths in his face and always made sure Tamlin didn't make any mistakes with her. Feyre also suspected that her best friend was giving her lover tips on how to make her happy. And one thing led to another, they'd even learned to put up with each other gently. Feyre was fulfilled. She spent her days with Tamlin and Luxiana. The two people she loved most in the world. 

Feyre then walked towards Tamlin, and Luxiana followed. The white-haired blonde noticed how Tamlin looked lovingly at Feyre. He always looked at her that way. She smiled a little more. He wasn't so bad. He really loved Feyre. In fact, that was why she'd let him marry her. She would have kidnapped Feyre to take her somewhere else if it wasn’t the case. 

Feyre stopped in the middle of the aisle, bending forward to pick up one of the lilies on the white carpet. She caught it and brought it up to her nose to smell it, not caring about the slightly astonished or mocking looks of the people gathered around her. 

Tamlin observed the scene with a tender gaze before casting a knowing glance at Luxiana. He nodded, silently thanking her for having recommended lilies and not roses, as Ianthe had wanted. On the advice of Feyre's best friend, he had banished the color red from their wedding and even from his entire home. He burned all the clothes and had all the red flowers cut off, making everything of that cursed color that brought back bad memories for his wife disappear. He had also forbidden all their guests to wear purple clothing. And to think that Ianthe had wanted to make red the main color of their wedding. Fortunately, she hadn't stayed long. 

Luxiana smiled, happy to see Feyre happy, following her as she walked down the aisle again. Her gaze swept over the assembly, who stared at her with bewildered eyes, surprised to see a human-like creature here. She paid no attention, however, far too satisfied to notice that Ianthe hadn't come. Surely she couldn't have after the astronomical dose of laxative plant she'd poured into her tea three days ago. 

That evening had been the funniest for Luxiana in a long time. She'd never laughed so hard as when she'd seen Ianthe turn white, holding her stomach gurgling so loudly that everyone around her could hear, including Lucien, Tamlin and Feyre sitting around her at the dining room table. But it was when she got up to run out of the room, farts escaping her despite the hand she'd clamped to her bottom where a brown stain spreaded across the back of her white dress, that Luxiana laughed so hard she fell out of her chair. 

None of the four had ever seen Ianthe after that. Tamlin and Lucien held back their gentlemanly laughter, but they suspected that Luxiana had something to do with it. Lucien was grateful and Feyre had laughed so hard that Tamlin hadn't blamed the white-haired woman.

Feyre stopped in front of her future husband and the priestess who was not Ianthe. Luxiana stood behind her, squeezing her best friend's hand one last time in a gesture of comfort before letting her go. Tamlin and Feyre looked at each other with such love that Luxiana's heart melted under so much tenderness and relief. He was going to take care of her.

She was making little jumps out of joy, restraining herself from screaming and running around. She was so happy for her best friend. Lucien, behind Tamlin, laughed to see her so happy. They looked at each other with a look of complicity and fun. 

Luxiana liked the redhead. He was intelligent and the long discussions they had together late at night did her a lot of good and even made her happy. Sometimes, she even lived her day looking forward to that moment with him in the evening.  

She tried to calm herself, huffing and puffing, enjoying the moment. Enjoying seeing her best friend happy. Enjoying the fact that she might even become friends with Tamlin. Enjoying her friendship with Lucien. Enjoying her new home where she didn't feel so bad. 

The ceremony was magnificent and full of emotion. Luxiana had jumped up and laughed silently throughout, unable to contain her joy and excitement for her best friend at all. But just as the wedding was almost over and Feyre had yet to say "I do" to Tamlin, a powerful bolt of lightning struck right in the middle of the long aisle of lilies, only a few steps from the girls. 

People in the assembly hiccupped in surprise, while some screamed in fear as they rose from their chairs. 

Luxiana was about to grab Feyre by the arm to put her behind her back and protect her, but she froze in motion, seeing Tamlin react before her, protecting Feyre by placing himself in front of her. Luxiana realized for a microsecond that her best friend really would be safe with him, before looking to see who had interrupted them. 

She frowned, widening her eyes. They were the three Illyrian leaders of the night court. Their faces were contorted with anger as they detailed the landscape around them hurriedly, seemingly looking for only one person but seeming not to give a damn that they had just interrupted a wedding. They'd dared to interrupt her best friend's wedding? Luxiana's blood ran cold before seething anger crushed her chest. But her heart was filled with doubt and apprehension. She liked them, why did they have to do this? She liked them, but they'd just ruined everything. They'd just ruined the happiest day of her best friend's life. Anger made her tremble.

Rhysand, Cassian and Azriel were filled with rage and jealousy. Lucien wanted to steal their soul mate. They had to protect her and keep her for themselves. They had no more time to lose. But when they landed in the middle of a wedding aisle, they froze, though they didn't try to show their surprise. They saw Tamlin in a suit in front of a priestess, and behind him was Feyre in a wedding dress. They had just interrupted Feyre and Tamlin's wedding. They couldn't even smile at the slight burst of satisfaction that roused in their chests, far too irritated by the idea that Lucien had gotten close to their mate. 

When they shifted their gaze to Feyre's right, they didn't immediately see the animosity and confusion radiating from Luxiana, far too caught up in her beauty. She was wearing a pale green dress, the fabric of which almost resembled lace and was embellished with darker green leaves. The fabric over her belly was transparent, revealing her skin. It was attached to a green breast cover in the same color as her petticoats. Her shoulders and arms were completely uncovered, forcing the three Illyrians to slide their eyes over such pale but soft-looking skin. Moving their gazes upward, they saw her for once well coiffed in a thick, sophisticated bun of curly hair. The skin of her face had taken on a few cute blushes in the spring court sunshine, bringing out her adorable freckles. 

They were in awe of their soulmate's breathtaking beauty. Their eyes began to sparkle, but at last, they locked gazes with Luxiana's pupils glowing blue in the sunlight. It was only then that they finally realized how angry she was. 

Cassian couldn't even think straight. He didn't put much effort into it in the first place, but with such a beautiful woman in front of him, who was his soul mate, his brain felt like it had completely melted down. He no longer had any coherent thought and probably couldn't put two words together if he spoke. He could only restrain himself from opening his mouth wide and throwing himself on his knees in front of her to thank fate for having given him such a beautiful soulmate. Hell, he still couldn't believe it. 

Rhysand was paralyzed through and through, holding himself back from wincing. In any other situation, he could have melted with relief and fallen to his knees crying, happy to see his soul mate in good health. Glad to see Tamlin hadn't done anything to her. But he couldn't even take a deep breath, completely blocked by Luxiana's glare and clenched jaw. He remembered what Feyre meant to her. And he'd just interrupted her wedding. His soul mate looked angry. His soul mate looked very angry with him. It was a very bad start. And a very bad condition for the plan to work. She wouldn't come willingly with them if she was angry. 

Azriel gritted his teeth as he saw the irritation on his soulmate's face. He gave her a reproachful look. How dare she be angry when she dared to flirt with men other than them? If it had been up to Azriel, he'd have kidnapped her and locked her up with him. He clenched his fists at this realization, cursing himself for his thoughts. He wasn't like that. He would never have locked up someone he loved against his will, not after what he'd been through as a child, but with his soul mate, his body and brain making him feel like he was going mad. This woman was driving him crazy. 

"Hello, Feyre," Rhysand greeted with an evil air, forcing himself to let go of his soulmate's gaze. He leaned forward with a proud, pretentious smile on his lips as if he knew exactly what he was doing. He had to put his plan into action. 

"What are you doing here?" growled Tamlin as he took a step forward, ready to fight. He'd lived in fear ever since Amarantha's death. Fear that Rhysand would come to claim the favor he'd asked of Feyre in exchange for saving his life.

Rhysand laughed out loud with that same wicked expression. He hated the face he had to put on when an assembly of strangers around him stared at him, but he had no choice. He used to pretend to protect his loved ones and prevent attacks, but today he had to do it to win back his soul mate. Today, it was even harder because she was there to see him. He was so afraid of scaring her. He was so afraid of disgusting her. He was about to speak, but all of a sudden, a bouquet of lilies landed in his face. Although it was thrown with great force, it hadn't been strong enough to hurt him. He stopped laughing suddenly, taking a small step backwards in surprise. 

He widened his eyes, in fact everyone had widened their eyes as they stared at the one who had thrown him. Luxiana.

"You bastard," the white-haired blonde spat as she pointed at Rhysand, a glint in her eye giving her an almost scary face. She brought her clenched fists down along her body to take a step towards Rhysand with a face bent with hatred. "You'd better say you're here to witness the wedding in peace or I swear I'll tear your beautiful violet eyes out."

The entire assembly of Faes gathered for the wedding hiccupped in surprise, staring at Luxiana with wide eyes, mouths wide open and hands clasped over them, more than a little taken aback by the audacity of this simple human who dared to provoke the powerful high lord of the night. They froze completely, too afraid of being killed by one of the Illyrians.

The three dark hair faes were in the same state as the others. Had she really just thrown a bouquet of flowers at Rhys's head? At the head of a Fae as powerful as him and especially in front of all these people?

Azriel let out a guttural sound that resembled a growl, understanding that she had an annoying tendency to put herself in danger and provoke intimidating and powerful fae lords like Rhys and Tamlin. Hell, she was just a fragile little human, and they had to protect her, but she was determined to provoke the first thing that moved? He really didn't like that. 

Rhysand tensed up all over, a ball of anguish turning in his stomach. Under normal circumstances, he would have made anyone disappear for this affront, he had to, especially in front of so many people. But today, he couldn't even think of doing it to someone in front of his soul mate. And yet, if he didn't, what would people say about him? That he'd gone soft? And that would open the door to attacks that would indirectly put Luxiana in danger. Why had she done this? Was she that angry? 

Cassian had come to understand the urgency of the situation and the heaviness of the atmosphere. His soul mate had gotten them into trouble. A monster mess from which they had to find a way out at all costs. If they didn't respond to her affront, people would suspect she was their soul mate and would hurt her. Actually, no. It didn't matter how much shit it got them into, because either way, his soulmate was going back with him, and he could then protect her. They'd wanted to use the easy way with the plan they'd been able to vaguely work on before coming, but if that didn't work then they'd use any other way. 

Rhysand took a step towards Luxiana, trying to appear angry and threatening, hoping for divine intervention to save them. "Do you know that I could blow you to smithereens with a snap of my fingers?" The words had burned his mouth and his heart had torn itself from his chest. It disgusted him so much to talk that way to his soul mate. He deserved to rip his tongue out for it. Rhysand continued to curse himself inwardly as he forced not to let anything show. 

But Luxiana gritted her teeth and frowned a little more, "Dare."

Rhysand stopped himself from closing his eyes in despair. He was about to laugh to gain some time and try to find an excuse not to disintegrate his soulmate, but Feyre hiccupped in fear. She grabbed Luxiana's hand, begging Rhysand with her eyes not to hurt her best friend. Tamlin stepped aside, placing himself between Feyre and Luxiana to protect them both. 

At the sight of Tamlin stepping in to protect their soulmate, the three Illyrians gritted their teeth. The sight of their enemy protecting their soulmate was more than unpleasant, but it was Lucien's movement that struck the three Illyrians with anger.

The redhead rushed forward, passing between Tamlin and Feyre to grab Luxiana by the arm, putting her to his chest and wrapping his frame around her to protect her. Giving his back to Rhysand.

Lucien refused to let anyone hurt Luxiana. After all those days spent by her side, he had sincerely begun to appreciate the blonde. She was the kindest, sweetest, most caring young woman he'd ever met. She was full of surprises and had brightened his life. 

Cassian's eyes widened and his teeth clenched so hard they almost broke. That bastard. He'd stolen his soul mate. He couldn't even move. His heart was breaking. Was it too late? His soul mate hadn't even been his that he'd already lost her? Lucien had stolen her from him. He was mad with rage but mad with sadness.

Azriel's breath caught in his chest and his throat tightened. His eyes burned with hatred and his vessels pulsed with frozen fury. He was going to kill him. He wanted to kill him so badly. So badly. And the only thing holding him back was that the death of this orange rat might make Luxiana suffer. And that, he couldn't bear. So he did nothing, but doubt paralyzed him. He didn't want to lose her before he'd even had her. 

Rhysand froze. Every fiber of his body had frozen. His heart was aching. He hated it so much. He hated seeing her in another man's arms. Should he go? Should he leave her here? With Lucien? She'd be safer away from them, away from the danger they'd be to her. But the Suriel had told them to protect her. They certainly weren't going to leave her soul mate there. He refused, and in any case, she was all his now. And even though he was exhausted from sacrificing himself for others, it couldn’t when it came to this woman. He wanted her more than anything, and today he had an excuse to get her. 

Suddenly, as if all his barriers collapsed, as if all his strength abandoned him, he had a vision of Luxiana, his soul mate, sharing her life with someone other than him. He exploded all at once. It was as if all the hatred and fear he'd held back and all the terrible things he experienced over the last few years poured into him, overwhelming him, drowning him. His muscles contracted. He couldn't breathe. His mind seemed to have left his body and immersed itself entirely in his rage.

His power released in spite of himself, surging violently from his body in a wave of darkness that began to swirl around him, spreading further and further, taking up more and more space outside him. The faes in the assembly screamed in fear and ran everywhere, fleeing the chaos and death they thought Rhysand would bring them. 

Tamlin deployed his power in turn, ready to fight and protect Feyre. 

Rhysand, Cassian and Azriel saw nothing, their eyes clouded by the anger and darkness of Rhysand's power, swirling around them, hiding their visions. 

"Rhys," Cassian said through their telepathic link. He put his hand on his brother's bicep and had spoken in a calm tone, trying to soothe him. "You're going to scare him."

Rhysand came to realize, blinking several times, putting his gaze to Cassian. The storm around him hadn't gone away, though, as he was still mad with rage, but it had stopped getting bigger. He must not show the full extent of his power anyway. 

Only, Luxiana slipped out of Lucien's arms to bypass him and run towards Rhysand with such speed that neither Tamlin, Lucien nor Feyre - who had stretched out their hands to catch her - had been able to stop her. She faced the black wind of power that surrounded the three Illyrians, running through it without fear. 

Azriel and Cassian's eyes widened when they saw her coming, they took a step forward and were about to protect her with a shield of magic, but they froze. She had passed completely through the cloud surrounding them unharmed. How had she done that? She should have vanished into thin air. Had Rhys's power sensed that she was their soul mate and spared her? A wave of fear washed over them, they could have lost her just like that. 

Rhysand, too focused on trying to calm himself, too focused on trying to contain his power, regain his composure and get air into his lungs, didn't see her right away. The first thing he smelled was her vanilla perfume. Was she there? No, it couldn't be. He could hurt her. Was he hallucinating? He turned his gaze to her, but barely had time to react and calm his power so as not to hurt her, that she placed both hands flat on his chest to push him with all her might. "Stop doing that right now," she cried with a mixture of concern and sadness pronounced on her face. Rhysand's body reacted before he could even realize what was happening. She was there, he couldn't hurt her. His stomach clenched as his power retracted at once, returning to his body. The threat disappeared. 

Luxiana opened her mouth and eyes wide, looking around her, surprised that the storm of shadows had disappeared and that he really had obeyed her. Then she noticed the crowd gathered in a bundle further on, their eyes panic-stricken and their expressions terrified. Some chairs were overturned, flowers had been crushed and chaos reigned all around her. 

She turned her head towards Feyre, who was watching the scene with teary eyes, and Tamlin, with a fear he was trying to disguise as anger. The three Illyrians had just ruined the happiest day of his best friend's life. Her heart felt like it was being torn apart. She lowered her eyes. She liked those Illyrians. Too bad, not anymore. She raised a cold gaze to Rhysand. Her pupils were filled with such hatred and madness that the lord of the night court almost flinched, telling himself they'd really screwed up. 

Luxiana gritted her teeth. She had to save what was left of Feyre's wedding. She rushed over to one of the chairs beside them and righted it on its four feet, "It's all right, come back," she shouted to the frightened crowd. She lifted a second chair and correctly replaced the flower garlands on it. The people tried to relax, not seeing the Illyrians move, but fear never left them. "It's all right!" she repeated. She laughed softly to reassure the crowd while repeating over and over that everything was fine. She walked over to Tamlin to take him by the shoulders and put him back in his place in front of the priestess, then did the same with Feyre. She put her hand on her best friend's cheek, smiling comfortingly and wiping away a tear of sadness. Luxiana's heart broke a little more. 

The three Illyrians were unable to move. They'd really screwed up, and their soulmate's saddened expression stirred such a burning guilt in their chests that they felt like vomiting. 

Luxiana turned around, rushing towards Rhysand. "It's all right," she repeated again to the assembly. She grabbed Rhysand by the forearm and pulled him down the flower path and towards the mansion, while she grabbed Cassian by the hair. She grabbed his bun with such force that Cassian groaned in pain as he leaned forward, forced to follow her as she pulled him too. Luxiana forced herself to smile to make everyone believe everything was all right, but the dark look she cast at Azriel left no doubt as to what she was really thinking. "Follow us," she sternly ordered to the Illyrian with the blue siphons.

Azriel was at first surprised to see her grab her two brothers and start pulling them along, while she then ordered him to follow her. He raised an eyebrow, glancing at Rhysand and Cassian who were dragged away from him and who couldn't believe it either. He huffed, glancing at the carnage they had wrought, before deciding to follow her anyway. 

Luxiana was almost running down the alley, crushing the lily petals in spite of herself. When she reached the large wooden door of the mansion, still open since her entrance with Feyre, she propelled Cassian inside, who didn't even struggle, too afraid of ending up bald. Then she pushed Rhysand and Azriel inside. She turned to close the door behind her, repeating to the people staring at her strangely that all was well now.

Once the door closed, leaving her alone with the three Illyrians in the hall of the mansion, she stood still, palms flat on the wood. She breathed, holding back a sad moan. She rested her forehead on the door. She wanted to cry. Her heart was in pieces. They'd ruined everything. Her best friend's happiest day. Her vessels began to burn. She let out a kind of growl as she turned to kill the three Illyrians with her eyes, anger making her clench her fists. "How dare you?"

Seeing the mixture of sadness and anger that distorted their soulmate's cute face, the three Illyrians' hearts twisted. 

Cassian looked away, unable to bear to see his soul mate like that, especially not when it was them who had provoked it. He ran his hands through his hair, combing back what his soulmate had almost torn from his head. 

Rhysand had to grit his teeth to keep from apologizing. He didn't have to, not right away, but seeing his soulmate a little sad because of him hurt. 

Azriel took a step forward to raise his hand to his soulmate's cheek, trying to calm her down, but she pushed his arm away violently.

"Don't touch me! You've ruined everything!" she cried with red eyes, holding back tears. Her fists were so tight that her fingernails were digging into her palms. 

Azriel winced; he hated hearing those words come out of his soul mate's mouth. It drove him crazy. He hated that she forbade him to touch her. She had no right to. He fucking hated it. 

Luxiana wondered what was keeping her from ripping out their throats. She closed her eyes trying to breath. She knew what was holding her back. Rhysand had saved Feyre under the mountain. She couldn't kill him for that, but she'd trusted him. She'd believed he was a good man, yet today he'd just ruined Feyre's wedding. What was she supposed to do? She wanted to find an excuse, to find out why he was there, but first she had to calm down. She concentrated on taking deep breaths. 

Rhysand blew out his breath, massaging his temples. Nothing had happened the way it should have, but he couldn't forget why they were here. For her. He straightened up, puffed out his chest and looked confident as he shoved his hands into his pockets, hiding his trembling. He was about to speak, but Tamlin, Lucien and Feyre burst into the hall. 

Luxiana took a few steps to the side, grimacing with sadness at the realization that they hadn't continued the ceremony, before clasping her hands over her face so that no one would see her sadness. She had failed, she should have intervened before. How could she have been so stupid?

"Why are you here?" screamed Tamlin, slamming the door savagely behind them. His face was contorted with hatred, while Feyre's was distorted with confusion and grief. 

All eyes were on Rhysand, so Cassian and Azriel gave him a knowing look, nodding, silently encouraging him. They had to go back with Luxiana, the plan could still work. 

Rhysand set his eyes on Feyre, smiling carnivorously. "I've come to claim my due. You owe me a favor, it seems, Feyre."

Tamlin grunted, grabbing Feyre by the arm and placing her behind him, but she put a hand on her husband's shoulder to calm him down. "What do you want?" she asked Rhysand coldly. 

The lord of the night court took on a bored look, staring at the ceiling as if it were more interesting than the Faes before him. "I need a woman to do something... a very important mission." He laid mischievous eyes on Feyre and Tamlin with a smirk. "And I thought it was about time you paid me back."  

"There's no way she's coming with you!" groans Tamlin, his breathing short and hurried. 

Rhysand wasn't even calculating Tamlin. He cast a discreet sideways glance at Luxiana, hoping the plan would work and she'd volunteer in his best friend's place, but she only looked at him with clenched teeth and a dark glare. He gauged Feyre again. "I saved your life in exchange for something in return, now it's time to fulfill your part of the bargain. You promised. If you break our deal, I'll force you to fulfill it, and that won't be pleasant for you."

Luxiana couldn't believe her eyes, she felt as if she'd been knocked down. She'd been wrong about him. About them. I mean, she knew they were cruel, but she hoped he wasn't that cruel, at least not with Feyre, not when she'd warned them not to be. Not when she'd asked them not to be. And after the way they'd behaved with her, she'd thought they liked her enough not to hurt her best friend. Yet today, they were ruining the most important day of her life. She'd been so wrong to trust them. She had to make them pay. She took a step forward, determined. "You said you needed a woman, can that be me?"

Cassian couldn't help but smirk; he'd been sure she'd offer to take Feyre's place. She seemed the type to sacrifice herself for others, and she loved Feyre more than anything. 

Azriel closed his eyes tightly. He'd argued with his two brothers that she wouldn't step into Feyre's shoes simply because he hoped she had some sense. Apparently she had none. Hell, she really liked putting herself in danger unnecessarily.

Rhysand relaxed discreetly, their plan was finally working. He didn't even notice the looks on everyone's faces, waiting for his answer with bated breath. He shrugged his shoulders to give the impression that he didn't attach any importance to the question, before simply nodding.

"No," Feyre screamed, clutching Tamlin's arm to give her a look begging him to do something, dead scared for her best friend. "I'll go with you," she offered before shaking Tamlin's arm. "Tam do something. Stop them from taking Luxi."

Tamlin waited no longer. He snarled, then drew his sharp, pointed claws from his fingertips. He raised his hand in the air to threaten Rhysand, but froze in mid-motion, noticing his beastly nails varnished in candy pink. He widened his eyes, while all the others frowned as they noticed it in turn. Tamlin understood. He lowered his arms limply to his sides, clenching his teeth but glaring wide-eyed in anger at Luxiana. His nostrils flared with tension.

Luxiana glanced sideways at Tamlin, unable to hold back a grimace. She'd screwed up. She'd found a magic formula in Tamlin's library to turn him into a beast, and when she'd sneaked into their room a few nights ago and turned him into a beast to paint his nails pink, she certainly hadn't thought something as important as this would happen. Something or some intimidating Tamlin without pink nails would have been much more practical.

Tamlin huffed, closing her eyes. "You know what, take her with you, it will give me some vacation. She is a pain in the ass."

"Tam," Feyre snarled in outrage, slapping his husband on the shoulder.

"What?" he replied offended. "In two hours they'll drop her off back here because they'll be sick of her."

The three Illyrians gritted their teeth, they didn't like the way Tamlin talked about their soulmate, but they said nothing, they had to show nothing. Especially as they were here to leave with her, and Tamlin saying this was helping them too much. 

Many expressions passed over Feyre's face. First surprise, then anger, then realization and acceptance. She was afraid that her best friend was beginning to like the three faes and that was why she was a little worried, and also because she was afraid she wouldn't be able to rivalize Rhysand's power. But she knew that Luxiana was intelligent and knew how to defend herself. If anyone could make the lord of the night court pay for his behavior today and turn this Fae lord's daily life into a living hell to avenge her, it was Luxiana, not her. And from the way she looked at the three Illyrians, with burning hatred, she didn't seem to like them much any more.

Lucien's eyes widened at Feyre's expression, as she seemed to be seriously considering the hypothesis. He grabbed Luxiana's arm and pulled her behind him. "You're not really considering this, are you?" he exclaimed, shocked. 

Rhysand still had to restrain himself from pulsing his power out of himself, and the other two were also holding back from killing the redhead. Hell, the way they were going to kill that clementine and rip his skin off at the first chance they got would be so terrible it would give them nightmares. 

Luxiana almost savagely disengaged herself from Lucien's grip - much to the redhead's surprise - to stand in front of Rhysand with the same look of rage on her face. Her brain was working at a thousand miles an hour to find solutions and imagine a thousand and one ways to avenge Feyre. And by going with them, she'd have more than enough opportunity to make them suffer. "If I fulfill her part of the contract for her, do you promise you'll leave her in peace?"

Rhysand nodded with a serious air, silently trying to reassure Luxiana and make her see his sincerity. "I promise."

"Then take me, with you." didn’t hesitate Luxiana. 

Rhysand, Cassian and Azriel had to hold back with all their might from showing relief as their chests lightened. They'd done it, they were going to bring their soulmate home. Excitement and joy began to take over their bodies, making them vibrate. 

"Luxi, please don't," Feyre implored, walking towards Luxiana. 

The white-haired blonde turned to her best friend. She gave her a reassuring smile and wanted to move towards her to take her in her arms and calm her down, but Rhysand had only waited for Luxiana's agreement. Now that he had it, he wasted no more time - and no more risk of Lucien touching his soul mate again - to teleport the four of them to the Moonstone Palace, Rhysand's residence above the court of Nightmare. Preventing Luxiana from saying goodbye to her best friend and reassuring her. 

So, although she was already furious, no longer seeing her best friend in front of her, Luxiana went berserk.  

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he found himself laughing at the assurance that angel needed to know that garam was okay by means of multiple phone calls. he appreciated the man's concern, though. especially when he could easily be just like darius and blame garam for all that happened. "you really don't have to worry about me. he takes his job very seriously, more serious than he ever took me. there's no way he'd miss even a hour of work just to harass me. but i'll still keep you in the loop of where i'm at." he really did appreciate his friend's concern and he didn't want to make the man worry even more so of course he was going to do all that was asked of him. "oh, but i'll have to take my cat over to my parents place." thankfully, his apartment wasn't that far from the home he grew up in so it wouldn't keep him away for too long. garam couldn't leave his cat alone for more than one night and his parents had two cats of their own so he wouldn't be putting them out by having them babysit her for a few days. when darius mentioned the two going out for a meal, angel getting dressed for him specifically, his attention moved from the man back to angel. his brows pulled together worryingly. it was only more proof for him that darius liked angel and, for some reason, that bothered garam. and the fact that it bothered him made him feel really bad. it seemed like angel's attention had always been on garam and darius was somebody about to stand in the way of their relationship. "you can pick up the stuff so we can make that homemade pizza we were talking about last night." while a lot of what they'd talked about was sort of a blur after he'd had a few shots in his system, that was something he did remember. maybe it was because it was something he was really excited for. "i'm not picky about toppings, so you can pick whatever you think would taste good. i trust your taste." his expression softened before offering a small smile, then added in, "maybe if we're both not out too late, we can do that tonight. i don't know how long it takes to make pizza from scratch." was this his way of stealing angel's time back from darius? most definitely. but he was trying to do it as subtle as possible so nobody would question his motives. garam wasn't trying to do it maliciously, he just couldn't help his jealousy.

A smile spread across Angel’s face as Garam finally joined them. He shifted in his seat and began to eat. He was starving and honestly trying to wait for his best friend. He paused for a moment hearing the other man blame himself. As he usually did he tried to tell Garam it wasn’t but the other didn’t seem to want to hear it. He blamed himself and it appeared Angel needed to let it go this time. When their eyes connected his eyes softened as he simply reached his hand under the table and placed his hand over Garam’s knee. Angel lightly squeezed and gave him a slight smile. Attempting to let him know everything will be okay. However, on the inside the mere mention of Garam being on the other side of the door when it happened made him feel uneasy. Everyone seemed to dance around the word of what happened to him. Which he appreciated. Angel was barely holding it together. To hear it outright would crumble him. As his best friend brought up the idea of going alone Angel immediately made a face. He did not think it was a good idea. “Garam are you sure?” He asked as he and Darius shared a look. Angel found himself relieved not to have to walk back into that apartment ever again. See that living room, that couch ever again. His gaze stayed on Garam. Trying to read the smaller man. Angel was wracking his brain if it was a good idea or not. “If you do this I want a phone call when you arrive and a time limit of how long it will take to get your things. Then another phone call so I know you are out safe and in a cab or something.” Angel finally broke his gaze as he spoke. He didn’t want to take any chances but also wanted to give Garam some freedom. Garam listened and took his advice yesterday but Angel didn’t want to get controlling. He trusted his friend's decisions even if he did not agree. The raven-haired man noticed Garam wasn’t eating but made a mental note to make sure he hated something when he returned home. Darius, however, seemed giddy at the idea of them not having to go. He was grinning as he ate his food. His foot pushed against Angel’s, which he hated. “If that’s the case, let’s go grocery shopping. You two need a packed fridge. Then you can get dressed for me and I take you out for a meal.” Darius’s wide grin never leaves. Angel was silent as he moved his foot away, avoiding Darius’s eyes. He didn’t want to go out with him. But the grocery store was a solid idea, “food shopping is a great idea. Let’s see how I feel after. I am tired” Angel chimed in already setting the groundwork to back out of this hangout Darius was determined to have. The more they all hung together he realized maybe Darius wasn’t a good friend. He was becoming rather pushy and controlling. Two things Angel didn’t do well with. “Only if you are sure Garam. If you need us please call.”

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I love the opposite Big bro and Lil sis! 🖤🩷 But can you make one where Lil sis walks in on Big bro and his gf? Idc what she walks in on but I want them to do something icky after the gf leaves.

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One order of lil sis walking in on big bro

She definitely walked in on them about to fuck. Looks at them, and rolls her eyes saying how disgusting they are before stomping out. But big bro saw it, the jealousy in her eyes. Rolls his eyes and kicks the girlfriend out with the excuse of “his little sis ruined it” but really he was never into it.

Once she's gone he doesn't bother getting properly dressed. Strolls into his little sister's room where she's throwing her tantrum. Thought we agreed to get partners so no one suspects us he'd say as he can't help but smirk at her. She starts going off on him, being the biggest brat, throwing her stuffies at him. Until he grabs her hands and pins her down. His painted black nails are in contrast with her pink acrylic ones. You know damn well she means nothing. I only got hard when you walked in because you're the one that makes me hard. While making sure she can feel his hard-on.

Kisses her, she wants to be mad but Big Brother is hers! So she kisses back both are hungry and disgusting with it. Clothes are off in seconds, I'm so fucking glad you walked in. Big bro would say as he fucks her, you're the only one I can fuck like this. Just then Little Sis would make him pull away and pull the condom off. Big brother just laughs and hungrily kisses her again. Goes back to fucking her like an animal, bed-hitting the wall with each thrust. Big Bro would be cursing and moaning so much. Excited to finally cum inside his little sister.

They are both lucky that their parents aren't home. Both are messes, panting, sweating, and covered! In marks especially Big Bro. He looks down at himself and chuckles, how do I keep these a secret? I'm supposed to have a girlfriend who I haven't fucked. While little sis just glares at him, she doesn't want him to hide them. Big Bro just gives her a taunting smile before grabbing her neck and pulling her into another kiss.

Thanks for the request 🩰Anon! Hope you like it! this Is kinda based on the opposite sibs. Request are open!

[sherewrytes]

A sparkle of a moment, Eren x Black F reader

Wanted to see if I can write Fluff for this Christmas season.

The scent of cinnamon candles filled the cozy apartment as you hummed softly, focused on the tiny halo you were crafting for Seren’s angel costume. The warm glow of the Christmas tree in the corner lit up the room, its ornaments sparkling like the excitement in your daughter’s eyes. Seren sat cross-legged on the rug nearby, her little hands clutching a piece of paper with her lines scribbled in bright crayon.

“Okay, baby,” you said, glancing up from the delicate golden wire and tulle in your hands. “One more time. Remember, use your big voice so everyone can hear what a perfect angel you are.”

Seren nodded enthusiastically, her curls bouncing under the dim light. She took a deep breath, puffing out her cheeks in exaggerated preparation before chirping, “Peace on Earth and good wool toward men!”

You stifled a laugh, biting your lip. “Goodwill, sweetheart. ‘Goodwill toward men.’”

“Good wool?” Seren’s tiny brows furrowed in confusion.

“Goodwill, Seren,” Eren’s deep voice chimed in as he entered the room, balancing a Target bag in one hand and a beaming Seren in the other. “Though, honestly, you could probably get away with it. You’re cute enough to make wool sound festive.”

You smiled at the sight of him, his usual cool demeanor softened by the way Seren had her little arms wrapped tightly around his neck. Eren set her down gently, ruffling her hair before holding up a pair of fluffy white wings from the bag. “Alright, princess, check these out! Daddy found the most angelic wings in the whole store.”

Seren gasped, her tiny hands flying to her cheeks. “They’re soooo pretty!” She reached for the wings and twirled around the room with them, her little feet nearly tripping over the tutu of her costume. Then she stopped suddenly, her face scrunching up.

“But…they’re not sparkly,” she pouted, holding them out toward you as though you could magically fix them.

Eren sighed dramatically, crouching down to her level. “Not sparkly enough for my superstar angel, huh?”

“No,” Seren said solemnly, shaking her head.

You smirked, leaning against the table. “Well, Daddy’s got his work cut out for him. Good luck, Mr. Perfect Wings.”

Later that night, with Seren fast asleep, Eren sat hunched over the kitchen table, rhinestones, glitter glue, and sequins scattered around him like an arts-and-crafts tornado. You peeked in, biting back a laugh as you caught him squinting at the tiny gems.

“You know, I didn’t think arts and crafts were your thing,” you teased, stepping behind him to rest your chin on his shoulder.

“They’re not,” he muttered, carefully pressing a rhinestone onto the edge of one wing. “But my baby girl deserves to shine brighter than every other angel on that stage.”

You smiled, kissing his cheek. “She’s lucky to have a dad like you.”

He glanced up at you, his lips curving into a small smile. “Yeah? Well, she’s lucky to have a mom like you, making halos and teaching her how to say ‘goodwill.’”

“Good wool,” you corrected with a grin.

Eren chuckled softly, brushing some glitter off his hands. “She’s going to kill it tomorrow. You’ll see.”

The next morning arrived with the excitement of Christmas just around the corner, and the air was filled with a sense of magic. You awoke early to the sound of tiny feet padding across the living room. Eren, still asleep beside you, groaned softly as Seren clambered over the bed, her green eyes wide and sparkling with anticipation.

“Mommy, Mommy! Is today the day I’m an angel?” she asked, her voice high-pitched with excitement.

You blinked sleepily at the clock, noticing the time. “Yes, sweetie. But you’ve gotta get dressed first, okay?”

“Okay!” Seren cheered, running off toward the bathroom to get ready.

Eren groaned again, cracking open one eye. “Is she really awake already?”

You smiled and gently kissed his cheek. “Yeah, and I think she’s more excited about being an angel than Christmas itself.”

Eren stretched lazily, rubbing his eyes, before turning to you with a grin. “It’s her first big performance. I get it.” He yawned. “I’ll make coffee.”

By the time you finished getting Seren dressed, her angel costume was the picture of perfection. The wings now sparkled with glitter and rhinestones, the halo sitting crookedly atop her head, as if it, too, had been rushed by excitement. Seren twirled around in the mirror, admiring herself.

“Mommy, I’m soooo sparkly!” she declared, her green eyes shining even brighter than the gems on her wings.

“You sure are, baby girl,” you replied, smoothing out the edges of her dress. “You’re going to steal the show today.”

When you and Seren arrived at the daycare center, Eren had already secured the best seats in the audience. As soon as you spotted him, he waved you over with his signature grin, a little less relaxed than usual with the weight of his proud fatherhood showing.

“I can’t believe how fast she’s growing,” he murmured, his voice thick with sentiment as you sat down.

You leaned against him, resting your head on his shoulder. “I know. It feels like just yesterday she was a tiny thing in my arms.”

Seren’s daycare teacher led the little ones to the stage, herding them into their designated spots with the precision of a drill sergeant. Seren immediately darted to her spot at the front, her head swiveling to find her parents in the crowd. When her green eyes met yours and Eren’s, her face broke into the most radiant smile.

“There she is,” Eren whispered, squeezing your hand. “My angel.”

As the play began, Seren’s voice rang out a bit timidly at first, but then, with a burst of confidence, she shouted, “Peace on Earth and good wool toward men!”

The audience erupted into laughter, and you could see Seren beam under the stage lights, her eyes catching every ounce of attention in the room. You and Eren were the loudest cheerleaders, clapping, whistling, and shouting words of encouragement. Eren even held up his phone to snap a few blurry pictures while he clapped with one hand.

“Go Seren! You’re doing great!” you cheered, waving wildly. Seren, halfway through her lines, gave a tiny wave back and then completely forgot the rest of what she was supposed to say. Instead, she turned to face you both and shouted, “I love you, Mommy and Daddy!”

The crowd laughed even harder, and Seren’s face lit up, full of pride as she finished her performance in her own unique way.

Afterward, as you all gathered in the lobby for cookies and punch, Eren crouched down and pulled Seren into a tight hug. “You were amazing, princess,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Seren wrapped her tiny arms around his neck, resting her head against his shoulder. “You were the loudest cheerleader, Daddy.”

“And you’re my shining star,” he replied, glancing over at you with a proud smile.

You joined them, pulling Seren into a group hug, all of you smiling as your little angel basked in her own Christmas magic.

After the pageant, the family made their way to the local ice cream shop, the streets alive with Christmas lights twinkling in the cold night air. Seren bounced eagerly in Eren’s arms as she greeted everyone who passed, her face beaming like the brightest star.

“Merry Christmas!” she shouted with a grin so wide it seemed to light up the street, her green eyes sparkling with the magic of the day. “Merry Christmas!” she repeated, waving at a couple walking hand-in-hand, who chuckled and waved back.

Eren laughed softly, adjusting his grip on her as they entered the ice cream parlor. “She’s got more Christmas cheer than I’ve ever seen.”

You smiled, your heart swelling with pride. “She’s a little ray of sunshine, isn’t she?”

They made their way to the counter, where Seren stood on tiptoe, peering up at the menu with intense concentration. “I want…uhhh…all the sprinkles, Mommy!”

Eren chuckled and turned to the counter worker, who nodded knowingly. “Two cones, then? One for you and one for her?”

“Yep,” Eren said with a grin, “and extra sprinkles.”

After a few moments, they were sitting at a cozy booth by the window, watching the snowflakes fall as the Christmas lights twinkled outside. Eren pulled Seren onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her as he handed her the cone. She took it eagerly, her eyes lighting up with joy as the cold treat met her lips.

“Mmm, I love ice cream!” Seren said, her voice muffled as she stuffed the cone into her mouth.

You laughed and took a bite of your own cone. “I see you do, sweetie. Just be careful not to spill it everywhere.”

Seren glanced up at Eren, then at you, her green eyes twinkling with mischief. “Mommy, Daddy, I want to feed you!”

Eren raised an eyebrow, his lips quirking into a playful smile. “Oh, you do, huh? Well, okay. Go ahead.”

Without hesitation, Seren scooped a big spoonful of ice cream and tried to feed it to you, giggling as she held the spoon with both hands. “Here, Mommy! Eat it!”

You leaned in, taking the spoon from her with a grin. “Okay, okay, I’m eating it. You’re so generous, Seren.”

Eren watched the exchange with a fond smile, his eyes soft as he glanced between you and Seren. Then, to your surprise, he took a spoonful of his own ice cream and held it out to you. “Here’s your turn,” he said with a wink.

You laughed, accepting the spoon and teasing, “You’re both going to spoil me with ice cream, huh?”

“We’ll spoil you with all the love in the world, sweetheart,” Eren replied, his voice low and warm.

Seren’s head suddenly leaned against Eren’s chest, her eyes heavy with the weight of the day. “Daddy, I love you,” she mumbled, her tiny hands clutching the sides of her cone.

Eren pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “I love you too, baby. More than anything in this world.”

You watched the scene in quiet adoration, your heart full as you leaned against Eren, feeling the warmth of your little family in the cozy booth.

“And I love you both,” you whispered, glancing at Eren and then at Seren, who had already drifted off to sleep, her ice cream forgotten in her lap.

Eren kissed your forehead, his arm still around Seren as he pulled her closer, not caring that his own cone had long since melted. “Merry Christmas, Y/N,” he murmured.

“Merry Christmas,” you whispered back, content, as you all sat together—your hearts full, the night perfect, and the snow falling softly outside.

[nvtstvrns]

Taking Risks - Chris Sturniolo

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Summary: Chris Matt and Nick take you to the movies and thing get hot and heated between you and Chris

Contains: smut, fingering, pet names, dirty talk, public place

Authors note: I thought of this idea while watching Moana 2 in theaters today (I promise I wasn’t being weird I had to pee really bad and well yk how that feels)

Divider creds: me.

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I was laying in Chris’s bed curled under the blankets while I waited for him to finish in the shower. We were seeing a movie today, which was Nicks idea because we were all just sitting around the house and he wanted to do something. None of us were opposed to the thought so we agreed. I wasn’t sure what movie we were seeing but I was excited because I haven’t been to the movies in forever.

I hear the bathroom door open and Chris walks out wearing his towel around his waist. He was being really quick so I wasn’t able to get a good look at him like I wanted to. I sit up in the bed and watch him get dressed.

Matt comes downstairs and he opens the door.

“Kid, what’s taking ya so long, we’re gonna be late to the movie.” He says watching as Chris pulls his shirt over his head.

“I’m ready, just give me a minute.” He mutters walking over to me and holding his hand out. “Come on, get outta bed.” He grins and I take his hand and he pulls me out of his bed. I quickly pick up my blanket and we meet Nick and Matt in the garage.

The car ride wasn’t long but Chris and Nick would not shut up about who drank the last Pepsi.

“I remember leaving the fuckin’ thing in the fridge to drink this mornin’. It didn’t get up and run away.” Chris says to Nick.

“I didn’t take your Pepsi stupid fuck. You probably drank it in your sleep sounds like something you’d do.” Nick says while using his hands to talk, I had to suppress a giggle.

Chris had that annoyed look on his face and I knew he wasn’t going to let it go.

“Babe, it’s fine we can buy more.” I tell him waiting for him to agree with me. He finally does and grumbles. “I wanted that this morning.” He crosses his arms.

We get to the movies and buy our tickets and popcorn. We had seats way in the back, one of my favorite places to be in the theaters, it was more comfortable to be there than in the front.

Finding our seats, we all sit down in a row, me, Chris, Matt and Nick. I lay my seat all the way back and drape my blanket over my legs.

“D’you really have to bring that blanket w’ya.” Chris whispers into my ear.

I nod my head and smile “there’s no problem with me bringing a blanket to the theater, it gets cold.” I say lifting my hand up to take the popcorn bucket out of his hands.

“Y’know it could be useful.” He says brushing my hair behind my ear. “Hide some things.”

“Chris!” I say louder than I thought I would. Matt looks over at me and I wave awkwardly. He looks away with a chuckle.

It was normal and quiet between us until about halfway his hand starts creeping under the blanket. I look up at him to my surprise he’s paying full attention to the movie. His hand unties my sweatpants. My eyes going wide, but I wasn’t going to make a sound or protest. I spread my legs for him as his fingers crawling deeper into my sweatpants finding my clothed clit.

“Chris…” I whisper quietly.

“Let me make you feel good, pretty.” He says pulling my panties to the side and pushing his fingers inside of me. I whimper softly that knot in my stomach forming, from the sensation and the risks we’re taking. His fingers slowly start to move hitting that spongey spot making me bite my lip.

“R’you gonna be a good girl for me, cum all over my fingers?” He asks his fingers moving faster hitting my walls perfectly. I let out a small moan causing Nick and Matt to look at me skeptically. I shake my head at them and wave them off.

He curled his fingers inside of me and I feel myself clench around him.

“Come on pretty, cum all over my fingers.”

My eyes clench and I look down tucking my lip under my teeth.

“Oh my…god Chris…” I say as I get pushed over the edge and I feel myself cum all over his fingers. I watch his hands move away from my pants and puts his fingers in his mouth. My mouth opens wide and he winks at me.

“You taste so good, pretty. So good.”

Thank you for reading!!! (Why am I such a hot dog bro)