#but managed to get this done this weekend and decided to put it up tonight as soon as it was done isntead of waiting til tomorrow

[winxanity-ii]

BIG FAT MEANY

ship: stepbro!megumi x fem!reader warnings: nsfw 🔞 (p in v, fingering, dub-con); overbearing/possessive brother (aged up: reader and megumi are in early 20s) word count: 4.5k (lololo forgive me y'all got a bit carried away with the storybuilding 💀 promise this won't happen all the time jajaja ) A/N: Hey guys, just wanted to let you know that i'm reposting this from my alt account, lulu-4-u in case you've seen this posted before... ★·.·´🇯‌🇺‌🇯‌🇺‌🇹‌🇸‌🇺‌ 🇰‌🇦‌🇮‌🇸‌🇪‌🇳‌ 🇲‌🇦‌🇸‌🇹‌🇪‌🇷‌🇱‌🇮‌🇸‌🇹‌`·.·★

You weren't a hateful person. Not at all.

In fact, you were practically a ball of sunshine—inside and out.

You loved everything.

It was the simple things in life that made your heart flutter: the moon on a clear night, the smell of fresh rain, lazy afternoons spent with your friends from college, and, of course, your family.

Especially the love between your mom and stepdad, Toji.

He came into you and your mom's life at a time when things were pretty dark—your dad had been having an affair with his secretary, and your mom was left heartbroken. But then, when you were fifteen, Toji walked into the picture, and everything changed for the better.

Out of all the things you cherished, though, there was one thing—one person—you absolutely hated.

Your stepbrother, Fushiguro Megumi.

You hated how mean he was to you.

How he always managed to push your buttons.

How he treated you like a child, even though you were only a year younger than him.

And what you hated the most?

How pushy he got when things didn't go his way.

"Megumi, I said stop!" you whined, pushing at his annoyingly close chest.

Your mind could only race, trying to piece together exactly how you ended up in this predicament.

The night had started simply enough. It was a Friday—date night for your mom and Toji, which meant the house was practically dead.

Normally, you would've just stayed at your dorm, but tonight was different. Your dormmates had been all over you about some party happening on campus, trying to drag you along, but you weren't in the mood.

You'd barely been able to dodge their constant nagging, so instead of getting sucked into something you didn’t want to do, you decided to come home.

A weekend in your room sounded a lot better than getting roped into a night of drinking and chaos.

But instead of holing up and rotting away in your room, Megumi had caught you on your way upstairs. He'd asked—well, more like insisted—if you wanted to watch a movie with him.

It had been a little out of the ordinary, but you shrugged and went along with it, thinking it'd be a decent way to pass the time. And for a while, it had been fine. You both settled on the couch, watching the newest Scream movie.

Until now.

"Megumi, what's your problem? It's just Yuji..." you finally managed, voice small as you sat up properly on the couch, trying to put some distance between the two of you.

"My problem?" he repeated, scoffing like you'd just said something ridiculous. "My problem is you acting like you don't know what’s going on. That picture—he sent it to you for a reason. But you're sitting here like it’s no big deal."

Your brow furrowed, hurt blooming in your chest at what he was insinuating. You hated it when Megumi got like this—sharp-tongued, confrontational, like everything you did somehow annoyed him.

All over a damn picture...

It wasn't even a big deal, honestly. You and Yuji were just chatting as always when among the messages he sent a picture of himself fresh out of soccer practice.

You could vividly recall the boyish grin plastered across his face, eyes bright with his usual warmth.

But it wasn't just the smile that caught your attention.

His shirt, the one you knew had probably been soaked with sweat from practice, was pulled halfway up, wiping at his forehead. It casually exposed the lean muscles of his abdomen, glistening faintly from practice.

He hadn't done it on purpose—he probably didn't even think twice about sending it knowing him—but the way his body looked in the picture was enough to make your face burn upon seeing it.

But apparently, what wasn't a big deal to you, was to Megumi...

"Is he your boyfriend or something?" he demanded, glaring down at you. "Yuji, I mean. Is that why you're all flustered? Because he sent you some half-naked picture and now you’re freaking out like some lovesick idiot?"

"What are we, twelve?" you scoffed, crossing your arms and turning your body away from him, your tone sharp. "For your information, it's none of your business what Yuji is to me. We're in college, Megumi. I don't owe you any explanations."

You could feel the heat rise to your face again, but this time it wasn’t just from the embarrassment. It was the fact that he felt like he had any right to badger you about this.

He wasn't your parent, your guardian—hell, he wasn't even a friend half the time with the way he acted.

"Why do you even care?" you muttered under your breath, more to yourself than to him. "You're always like this. Sticking your nose where it doesn't belong."

You didn't see the way his jaw clenched or how his gaze sharpened at your words. You were too focused on staring at the wall, trying to calm the whirlwind of emotions swirling in your chest.

You stood up abruptly, ready to head back to your room, away from his snappy attitude.

But just as you turned, a large hand wrapped around your wrist, halting your steps.

You froze, looking over your shoulder to see Megumi. He was staring up at you through his dark hair, head tilted slightly, a burning look in his eyes that made your heart race in a way you didn't like. His grip was firm but not painful—just enough to keep you there.

"Megumi, let go," you huffed, your lips pouting as your eyebrows furrowed in frustration. You gave a light tug on your arm, but his hand didn't budge.

He didn't say anything, just kept staring at you, his expression unreadable. That silence—his stubborn, infuriating silence—only made your frustration build.

Why did he have to be like this?

"I said let go!" you repeated, yanking on your arm harder this time, but his grip tightened. You felt a hot flash of anger rise in your chest.

"If you don't—" you started, your voice trembling with frustration, "I'm gonna tell Mom and Toji when they get home."

His eyes flickered for a second, and just as the words left your mouth, he scoffed, standing up in one smooth motion, his form towering over yours.

You could feel the heat of him, the intensity of his presence making you instinctively take a small step back.

"What?" he sneered, his voice low and mocking. "You're gonna tell them that you're whoring around?"

You gasped, your eyes going wide in shock, heart slamming in your chest. "What the hell, Megumi?" you started, but the words barely made it past your lips before he cut you off, stepping even closer, his voice quick and biting.

Megumi stepped even closer, his body towering over yours as he stared down at you through his dark lashes, his voice dropping into something almost mocking.

"Or are you gonna run to Toji?" he taunted, his lips curling into a smirk that sent a shiver down your spine. "I bet you'd like that, huh? Telling him how mean I'm being to you... like some helpless little girl."

Your breath hitched, your back pressing against the wall as he closed the space between you, his presence overwhelming. You felt cornered, heat rising to your cheeks in a way you couldn’t control. His words, the way he looked at you—it all left you speechless.

You hated that he had this effect on you, hated the way he made your pulse race, not just from anger but something deeper, something you couldn't quite place.

Megumi leaned in slightly, his eyes never leaving yours. "Or maybe you like it when I'm mean to you. Is that it? You're always whining, but you never tell them, do you? Why's that?"

You cleared your throat, trying to steady yourself, your eyes darting off to the side to avoid the intensity of his gaze. "B-because," you stammered, voice barely above a whisper, your cheeks still burning hot.

You swallowed hard, finally meeting his eyes, though the way he was looking down at you made your heart pound even harder. "Because… you're my big brother..."

You expected him to laugh, to scoff at you like he always did, but instead, his expression didn't change. If anything, something darker flickered in his eyes as he leaned even closer, his breath hot against your skin.

"Is that what you tell yourself?" he asked quietly, his voice low and almost dangerous. "That it's just because I'm your big brother?" He tilted his head slightly, still staring down at you, his eyes narrowing just a bit. "You sure that's it?"

You could feel the heat rushing to your face again, heart pounding painfully in your chest as you struggled to find words, any words, to push him away.

Your mind raced, and though you wanted to focus on the anger bubbling up, a different thought crept in, unwanted but undeniable.

Megumi was attractive.

Like, really, really attractive.

You hated to admit it, but standing there, inches from him, it was impossible to ignore. He towered over you, standing at least six feet tall, his broad shoulders filling out the plain black t-shirt he wore.

You could see the faint outline of his muscles beneath the fabric, the way his chest rose and fell with every breath, the strong line of his jaw clenched in irritation. His dark hair fell over his forehead in that effortless way it always did, messy but somehow perfect, framing his sharp, intense features.

And those eyes—Gods, those eyes.

Even though they were currently glaring down at you with frustration, you couldn't deny the pull they had. Dark, stormy, and filled with an intensity that made it hard to hold his gaze for long. They were the kind of eyes that could make anyone feel small, vulnerable, and you hated how they always managed to affect you.

Your breath hitched as you let yourself take him in for just a moment too long, your body betraying you with a sharp jolt of attraction. But no—no.

You weren't going to go there.

This was Megumi, your stepbrother, and as good as he looked, he was being a complete asshole right now.

You shook your head quickly, trying to rid yourself of the thought. Stop it. Stop thinking like that.

Clearing your throat, you took a deep breath and straightened up, attempting to put on your most serious face, even though your heart was still hammering in your chest.

"Look, 'Gumi," you began, your voice sounding steadier than you felt, using the nickname you had given him years ago. It rolled off your tongue easily, a little too familiar for the situation at hand, but you needed something to ground yourself. "I'm not sure what’s wrong. And I'm sorry if I did anything to make you upset, but you have got to stop this..."

You trailed off, knowing full well what the 'this' was. And deep down, Megumi knew too. It wasn't just about Yuji, or any other guy, really. It was him. It was how he acted—how he always got so weirdly possessive, so jealous, whenever another guy so much as talked to you.

You didn't even have to be interested in them; the mere mention of someone else was enough to set him off.

You'd seen it countless times. The sharp glares, the biting comments, the way his jaw would tighten at the mention of a boy's name.

It was always the same, this constant undercurrent of envy and jealousy that never made sense, and it wasn't just a protective brother thing.

No, it was something else.

Something darker.

Something you weren't ready to acknowledge.

Megumi's jaw clenched, and for a second, you thought he was going to say something or maybe even do something.

You braced yourself, heart racing with both frustration and something you didn't want to name.

But instead, he let go of your wrist, taking a step back.

"Fine…" he muttered, his voice low and almost too calm. "You're right, and I'm sorry."

You blinked, momentarily thrown off. Megumi? Apologizing?

He never apologized to you, not like this. Usually, he'd just brush you off, act like whatever happened didn't matter or somehow turn it back on you. But now, here he was, actually acknowledging his behavior.

It felt strange, and you weren't quite sure how to respond.

"Uh, well, um, thank you…" you mumbled, still processing.

It didn't feel real, this sudden shift. But before you could dwell on it for too long, you turned to leave again, ready to retreat to the safety of your room where you could put distance between yourself and this confusing whirlwind of emotions.

But just as you began to walk away, you felt it again—his hand, firm around your wrist.

He wasn't letting you go.

"Where's my apology?" he asked, his tone unsettlingly calm.

"Huh?" you responded, confused by the sudden demand. Your brain barely had time to catch up with the words before Megumi yanked you forward, pulling you off balance.

You stumbled, instinctively putting your hands up to steady yourself, but you ended up falling into his chest instead.

You gasped, your hands pressing against the solid warmth of him, trying to create some space, but Megumi's arm wrapped around your waist, holding you close.

The heat from his body seeped into yours, making it impossible to ignore how solid and overwhelming he felt against you.

"Megumi—" you started, breathless, but the rest of your sentence was cut off as he brought his lips close to your ear, his voice soft and commanding.

"Shush…" he murmured, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. "Let's just finish the movie."

With that, he pulled you back down onto the couch next to him, his arm still wrapped around your waist, keeping you tethered to his side. You were practically sitting on his lap, his arm still holding you close, and your mind was spinning, trying to wrap itself around what was happening.

The movie played in the background, but you couldn't focus on anything except the heavy tension in the room and the warmth of his body pressing against yours.

As you tried to shift away, to put some space between you, Megumi's voice pierced through the room, low and deliberate. "You know," he began, his hand dropping lower, his fingers brushing the inner corner of your thigh. "I just realized something… we never got to bond." He emphasized the word by gripping your thigh, his touch firm and intentional.

Your breath hitched at the contact, and your mind blanked for a second, overwhelmed by how sudden and intense his presence felt. "I-I mean, we still can," you stuttered, trying to defuse the situation, trying to keep this from going wherever it was heading.

But the way Megumi's face pulled into a wicked smirk, the sharp gleam in his eyes, made your stomach drop. He leaned in closer, licking his lips as he watched your reaction, his grip tightening slightly on your leg.

The air around you felt thick, it was as if everything had narrowed down to just this—his gaze, his hands on you, the heat of his body so close to yours.

Before you could even think of moving again, Megumi's hand suddenly gripped your jaw, his fingers firm against your skin as he turned your face toward him. His touch was possessive, controlling, and it sent a wave of something through you—part fear, part something darker that you didn't want to name.

"C'mon, look at me," he said, his voice a low murmur as he scooted even closer, towering over you now. He tilted your head back slightly, forcing you to meet his eyes, and even if you wanted to pull away, you couldn't.

His grip was too strong, too sure.

Megumi watched your reaction closely, his smirk growing as he tilted his head, amusement flickering in his eyes. "What's wrong? You don't wanna play with your big brother?" The way he said it, his voice dripping with a mock sweetness, sent shivers down your spine, and your heart pounded painfully in your chest.

"G-Gumi, the movie…" you stammered, trying to deflect, to push him away with your words, but it was no use.

You knew nothing good was going to come from this.

He just chuckled softly, his fingers gripping your jaw a little tighter as he leaned even closer, his breath hot against your skin. "Forget the movie," he muttered, his voice taking on that dangerous edge again.

Before you could react, Megumi grabbed both of your wrists, pinning them to your side with one hand.

You were startled by how effortlessly he did it—his arms didn’t even bulge, as if it was nothing for him to hold you down like this. Your heart raced even faster, panic starting to creep in as you realized how strong he really was.

You tried to squirm, to pull away, but Megumi didn't budge. His grip on you was firm, almost casual, like he was barely putting in any effort to keep you trapped against him.

Megumi tutted at you, a soft noise that somehow felt condescending, as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. "The movie's still there, silly," he hummed, the warmth of his breath sending a shiver down your spine.

You could feel him nosing along the contours of your neck, his presence overwhelming every one of your senses.

"Let's just play a game until the commercials are over, yeah?" he murmured, his voice low and teasing, as if this were all some harmless joke to him.

"A-a game?" you stuttered, your mind struggling to keep up with what was happening. Your body felt frozen in place, your instincts screaming at you to move, to get away, but the grip he had on your wrists, the way he held you down so effortlessly, made it impossible.

"Yeah…" he whispered, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of your neck. "Let's play… who can last the longest."

The words didn't even fully register before you felt the sudden force of him pushing you back against the sofa.

An involuntary "oomph" escaped your lips as your back hit the cushions, and your vision blurred for a second as you stared up at the ceiling, heart pounding in your ears.

Before you could gather your thoughts, Megumi was hovering above you, his body blocking out everything else. His dark eyes raked over your face, taking in every flicker of emotion you couldn't hide, every sign of the fear and confusion coursing through you.

He didn't move, not yet, but the weight of his gaze pinned you in place as effectively as his body did.

There was something in his expression—an intensity that made your chest tighten, made it hard to breathe, and you couldn't help but feel like you were already losing whatever game this was.

Megumi let out a deep chuckle, the sound reverberating in your chest, his breath hot against your ear. "Don't worry," he murmured, his tongue flicking out to lick the curve of your ear, making you shiver. "I'll go easy on you… for now."

"Megumi—" you started, your cry cut off as his hand cupped your jaw, and he slammed his lips onto yours, his movements forceful and possessive.

Heat shot through your body, shivers running down your spine as his tongue invaded your mouth like a man starving. It was overwhelming, the way he kissed you—demanding, fierce, leaving no room for resistance.

You whimpered against his mouth, the noise muffled by the way his lips devoured yours. His hands wandered along your body, gripping, grabbing, squeezing any part of you he could find.

The pressure of his touch was firm, almost bruising, and with every place his hands explored, your body responded with an involuntary jolt of heat.

Your breath hitched as he hooked his hands under your legs, pulling them up and around his waist, his hips jolting forward into yours. The movement sent a rush of sensation through you.

You managed to tear your lips from his, gasping for air as your chest heaved. "M-Megumi…" you whined, your voice trembling, your head falling back as you tried to make sense of what was happening, what he was doing to you.

He didn't stop. Instead, he groaned low in his throat, his lips finding your neck. He licked and bit along the sensitive skin there, the rough scrape of his teeth making you shiver even as you tried to push the sensation away.

Your mind was at war with itself—one part of you frothing, screaming, fight him, get him away, the panic clawing at your chest. But the other side—the darker part, the one that you didn’t want to admit was there—was keening, practically begging for more of his attention, for more of this twisted game.

And Megumi, as if sensing the battle raging inside of you, just smiled against your skin, biting down a little harder, leaving a mark you knew wouldn't fade anytime soon.

Megumi pulled back slightly, making a deliberate show of licking his lips as he panted above you, his eyes dark and focused. "C'mon, lil sis," he murmured, rocking his hips into yours in a slow, rough rhythm that made your breath catch in your throat. "The game can't start until you're ready."

Your body betrayed you as you watched him put a hand between your bodies, his fingers easily slipping into the confines of your sleeping shorts. "Ohhh, looks like you really wanna play, huh?" he taunted, his voice laced with smugness as his fingers rubbed up and down your wet slit.

A wave of shame washed over you, your thighs twitching with the instinct to close, to shut them and stop what was happening, but his frame kept them wide open.

You couldn't escape the heat pooling low in your stomach, no matter how hard you tried to fight it. A choked whine left your mouth, your back arching involuntarily when he slipped a finger inside.

Megumi let out a groan, low and rumbling, as if he was savoring the sensation. "Damn…" he muttered under his breath, cursing softly as he felt your walls constrict around his finger. His thumb brushed over your clit, making your whole body jerk, and when he added a second finger, the fight in you began to crumble.

His fingers were relentless, rubbing and probing with a skill that left you breathless. Your legs, which had tried to resist, opened wider for him, your body moving of its own accord.

Megumi hummed in approval, a light chuckle escaping his lips as he muttered, "Good girl." The words sent a rush of conflicting emotions through you—humiliation, desire, confusion—but you couldn't stop the way your body responded to him.

And before you knew it, you found yourself overcome with an orgasm. Babbled whimpers fell from your lips as the coil within you snapped, your body shaking with the force of it.

By the time you came down from the high, Megumi had already pulled back, sitting on his haunches as he dropped your legs. You curled your legs up to your body, watching as he began to untie his drawstring sweats, his eyes still locked on you with that same wicked smirk.

You looked away just as you caught a glimpse of the dark trail of hair peeking out from his waistband, heart pounding in your chest.

At this point, you had accepted what was about to happen, and your mind raced as you braced yourself.

Megumi crawled back over you, his hands tugging at your shorts, and you barely registered the feeling as he discarded them over his shoulder. One of your legs was pulled back around his waist, the heat of his skin pressing against yours.

His body hovered over yours, and you felt him nudge your entrance with the tip of his dick, sliding it up and down along your slit.

A shiver ran through you as you struggled to keep your thoughts clear, but it was impossible under the weight of him, both physically and mentally.

"Fuck," he groaned to himself, eyes locked on where your bodies were beginning to connect.

Your breathing grew shallow, your heart racing uncontrollably, knowing that whatever came next, there was no turning back.

Megumi filled you in one swift movement, stealing your breath away. You cried out, the sound a mix of pleasure and pain echoing through the room. His groan was long and guttural, reverberating in the space between you.

Megumi's rhythm was steady, each thrust sending a jolt of shock of pleasure through your body.

It felt surreal—part of you couldn't believe you were letting this happen, but the undeniable pleasure clouded every coherent thought.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, the intensity of it all overwhelming your senses.

"That's right," Megumi grunted, his breath hot against your ear. "Take all of me."

You couldn't form words, your mind spinning, too overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through you.

Instead, all you could do was moan and whimper, your body moving with his, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the room. His hand snaked up to your throat, gripping lightly as he maintained a relentless pace.

"You like that, don't you? You like the way big brother fucks you?" he growled, his voice harsh and demanding, his thrusts becoming even more intense.

Your mind reeled, unable to speak, only nodding frantically in response as the pleasure built inside you. You could feel the pressure mounting, an orgasm threatening to wash over you as your body tensed beneath him.

Megumi seemed to notice, his hands hiking your legs up higher, deepening the angle, each movement more brutal and precise than the last.

You lay there, body writhing beneath his as he fucked you like a ragdoll, and a dark part of you couldn't help but thrill in the way he took control. His voice filled your ear with praise, breathless murmurs of "you're doing so good for me," and other words that barely registered through the haze, as if he were drunk off the feeling of you clamped around him.

Soon, his tempo shifted, becoming erratic, his grip on your hips tightening as his low moans became uncontrollable.

The intensity built until you felt warmth spreading inside you, the realization hitting you that he was coming, his release flooding your senses.

The throbbing between you two blurred together, until yours faded, and you could still feel him twitching, even as everything else calmed.

Eventually, he slowed, both of you panting, the room thick with the aftermath. You winced when he finally pulled out, a shiver running through you as you felt the hot liquid seeping out.

Megumi stood to grab cleaning supplies, gently wiping you off, his touch softer now, though still lingering in the tension of what had just occurred.

And as you lay there, watching him, all you could think was, What the fuck just happened?

[23victoria]

34 + 35

pairings: 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗋𝖼 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

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The sun peeks through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the bedroom as you begin to stir. The smell of something delicious wafts through the air, pulling you from your slumber. You stretch, the soft sheets rustling around you, and that's when you see Charles standing in the doorway, a tray in his hands and a loving smile on his face.

"Good morning, baby," he says, his voice filled with affection.

You sit up, propping yourself on the pillows as he brings the tray to you. It's a delightful spread of fresh fruit, fluffy pancakes, scrambled eggs, and crispy bacon, accompanied by a steaming cup of coffee and a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice.

"Charles, this looks amazing!" you exclaim, touched by the effort he's put into making your morning special.

He sets the tray on your lap and leans in to kiss your forehead. "Only the best for you," he says, his eyes sparkling with love. "I wanted to start our anniversary weekend off right."

As you take a bite of the pancakes, savoring the sweet syrup, he sits on the edge of the bed, watching you with a look of adoration. "You have until tonight to pack your essentials," he says casually.

You pause, fork halfway to your mouth. "Pack my essentials? What do you mean?"

He grins, a mischievous glint in his eye. "I already had your BFF buy you stuff and pack everything you might need. Your job is just to relax and get ready."

You're shocked, a mixture of excitement and curiosity bubbling up inside you. "Where are we going?" you ask, your voice filled with anticipation.

You stare at him, speechless. "Wait. Charles! My hair, my nails... nothing is done. Are you serious?"

"It's a surprise," he says with a wink. "But don't worry about a thing. I've scheduled a whole day of pampering for you. Your hair, nails, everything—it's all taken care of."

He laughs, leaning in to kiss you softly. "That's what you're doing today. Just relax and enjoy yourself. I've got everything planned."

After breakfast, you get ready for your day of pampering. You’re still buzzing with excitement and curiosity about the surprise trip. Charles gives you one last kiss before you head out the door, his parting words making you smile. "Enjoy your day, baby. You deserve it."

Your first stop is a high-end salon downtown, where you're greeted by friendly staff who seem to know exactly who you are. "Welcome! We've been expecting you," the receptionist says with a warm smile.

You're ushered into a private room where your stylist awaits. She’s bubbly and professional, and she wastes no time in discussing what you’d like for your hair. After a brief consultation, you decide on a style that's elegant yet easy to manage, perfect for a surprise trip.

As she works, you relax, letting the tension melt away. The stylist is skilled, her hands working magic on your hair. She gives you a deep conditioning treatment, a trim, and styles your hair into soft, cascading waves that frame your face beautifully.

Next, you’re led to the nail section, where you choose a chic chrome white French tip with tiny jewels for a touch of glamour. The nail technician is meticulous, ensuring each nail is perfect. The process is soothing, and you find yourself chatting with her, the time passing quickly.

Once your nails are done, you move on to a luxurious facial. The esthetician is gentle, applying various creams and masks that rejuvenate your skin, leaving it glowing and refreshed. You close your eyes, letting the serene environment and soft music lull you into a state of complete relaxation.

By the time you’re finished, you feel like a new person. Your hair looks stunning, your nails are impeccable, and your skin feels silky smooth. As you step out of the salon, you can’t help but admire your reflection in the glass door. Charles is going to love this, you think to yourself with a smile.

.•☆.°.•.*₊ ♪ ♫ .• ☆.°.• .

Charles picks you up outside the salon, his eyes lighting up when he sees you. "Wow, you look incredible," he says, pulling you in for a kiss. "How was your day?"

"It was amazing," you reply, your heart swelling with gratitude. "Thank you so much for everything. But I'm still dying to know where we're going."

He laughs, a low, rumbling sound that makes your heart flutter. "All in good time, baby."

He drives you to the airport, the anticipation building with each passing mile. When you arrive, he parks and leads you inside, his hand warm and reassuring in yours. As you walk through the bustling terminal, you can’t help but feel a mix of excitement and nerves.

"Charles, seriously, where are we going?" you ask again, hoping he’ll give you a hint.

He just smiles, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "You'll see soon enough. Trust me."

You board a private plane, a luxury you hadn't expected. The interior is plush and comfortable, with soft leather seats and elegant décor. As you settle in, a stewardess offers you a drink, and you accept a glass of champagne, the bubbles tickling your nose as you take a sip.

Charles sits beside you, his hand resting on your thigh. "I arranged for dinner to be served once we're in the air," he says, his voice low and intimate. "I thought it would be nice to enjoy a meal together while we fly."

You look at him, your heart overflowing with love and gratitude. "You're so cute," you say, leaning in to kiss him. "I love you. I'm so excited but also a little nervous."

He smiles, his eyes filled with warmth. "I love you too. And there's no need to be nervous. Everything is going to be perfect."

The plane takes off smoothly, and soon you’re soaring above the clouds. The stewardess brings out dinner—a beautifully arranged spread of gourmet dishes. There's a succulent filet mignon, a delicate salmon fillet, roasted vegetables, and a variety of decadent desserts.

As you dine, you and Charles talk about everything and nothing, the conversation flowing easily between you. The food is delicious, each bite a new sensation of flavor and texture. You feel completely spoiled, each moment more perfect than the last.

"You're really pulling out all the stops," you say, taking a sip of your champagne. "This is like a dream."

He reaches across the table, taking your hand in his. "You deserve nothing but the best," he says softly. "I wanted to make this anniversary unforgettable."

You smile, squeezing his hand. "It already is. But I can't help but wonder—where are we going?"

He chuckles, his thumb rubbing gentle circles on your hand. "Patience, baby. You'll know soon enough."

After dinner, you both recline your seats, the plane dimming its lights for the evening. You snuggle close to Charles, his arm wrapped around you as you gaze out at the stars twinkling outside the window.

"I can't wait to see what you have planned," you whisper, your voice filled with excitement.

He kisses your forehead, his lips soft and warm against your skin. "It's going to be amazing," he promises. "I can't wait to share it with you."

As the plane continues its journey, you close your eyes, feeling completely content. The anticipation of the surprise destination fills you with a sense of adventure and wonder. With Charles by your side, you know that whatever awaits you will be perfect.

Several hours later, the plane begins its descent. You wake up, feeling refreshed and curious about where you are. Charles looks at you, his eyes twinkling with excitement.

"We're almost there," he says, his voice filled with anticipation.

You look out the window, trying to catch a glimpse of your destination. The landscape below is beautiful, lush and green with hints of water sparkling in the distance. As the plane touches down, you feel a rush of excitement.

Once you’ve landed, Charles helps you gather your things, and you step off the plane into the warm, balmy air. The scenery is breathtaking—palm trees swaying gently in the breeze, the ocean stretching out to the horizon, and the sky painted with the colors of the setting sun.

“Charles, this is incredible,” you say, your eyes wide with wonder. “Where are we?”

He takes your hand, leading you towards a waiting car. “Welcome to Thailand,” he says with a grin. “Our home for the next week.”

You gasp, your heart racing with excitement. “Thailand? Are you serious?”

He nods, his eyes sparkling with delight. “I thought it would be the perfect place to celebrate our anniversary.”

You throw your arms around him, hugging him tightly. “Thank you, Charles. This is the best surprise ever.”

He kisses you, his lips warm and loving against yours. “Anything for you, baby. Now, let’s get settled in. We have an amazing week ahead of us.”

As you drive towards your hotel, the excitement and anticipation build within you. You can’t wait to see what other surprises Charles has in store. With him by your side, you know this trip will be nothing short of magical.

.•☆.°.•.*₊ ♪ ♫ .• ☆.°.• .

As you make your way to the candle-lit dinner he meticulously planned, the soft glow of lanterns and the soothing sound of the waves set the perfect ambiance. The setting is picturesque—a secluded beach with a table adorned with flowers, candles flickering gently in the evening breeze, and the scent of the ocean filling the air.

Charles, ever the gentleman, pulls out your chair, his eyes never leaving yours. He looks dashing in a crisp white shirt that contrasts beautifully with his tanned skin, his hair slightly tousled by the wind. You can’t help but smile at the thoughtfulness he’s put into this evening.

As you sit down, a waiter appears with a bottle of your favorite wine. Charles pours it for you, the liquid shimmering in the candlelight. You clink glasses, and he raises his, a mischievous glint in his eye.

“To us,” he says, his voice deep and sincere. “To three amazing years and many more to come.”

You smile, feeling a rush of warmth and affection. “To us,” you echo, taking a sip of the wine.

The first course arrives—a delicate seafood platter with fresh oysters, shrimp, and lobster, all beautifully presented. You savor each bite, the flavors bursting on your tongue. Charles watches you, his eyes dark with a mix of love and desire.

“This is amazing,” you say, your voice filled with genuine appreciation. “You really outdid yourself.”

He reaches across the table, taking your hand in his. “Only the best for you,” he replies, his thumb gently caressing your skin.

The conversation flows effortlessly as you enjoy the meal. You talk about your favorite memories from the past three years, laughing and reminiscing about the adventures you’ve shared. Charles is attentive, hanging on your every word, his gaze never wavering from your face.

The main course is a sumptuous Thai curry, rich and aromatic, with just the right amount of spice. You both savor the complex flavors, occasionally feeding each other bites. The intimacy of the moment is palpable, the connection between you deepening with each shared taste.

As the meal draws to a close, the waiter brings out a decadent dessert—mango sticky rice, perfectly sweet and fragrant. Charles takes a bite, then leans over to kiss you, his lips tasting of mango and coconut.

“I love you,” he murmurs against your lips, his voice husky.

“I love you too,” you whisper back, your heart swelling with emotion.

.•☆.°.•.*₊ ♪ ♫ .• ☆.°.• .

After dinner, you and Charles walk back to your hotel, hand in hand. The night is warm, the air filled with the scent of jasmine and the distant sound of music from a nearby festival. When you reach your room, he opens the door with a flourish, revealing a scene straight out of a fairy tale. The room is dimly lit, with rose petals scattered across the bed and soft music playing in the background.

Charles pulls you close, his hands resting on your hips. “I have one more surprise for you,” he says, his breath warm against your ear.

You raise an eyebrow, curious and excited. “Oh? And what might that be?”

He smiles, a slow, sensual smile that sends shivers down your spine. “Why don’t you sit down and find out?”

You sit on the edge of the bed, watching as he moves to the small table in the corner. He lights a few more candles, their soft glow adding to the romantic atmosphere. Then he turns back to you, his eyes dark and smoldering.

He walks over to you, his movements graceful and deliberate. When he reaches you, he kneels down, his hands sliding up your legs to rest on your thighs. “You look beautiful tonight,” he says, his voice low and filled with desire.

Your breath catches in your throat as he leans in, his lips brushing against your skin. He starts at your ankle, kissing his way up your leg, his touch sending sparks of electricity through your body. By the time he reaches your inner thigh, you’re already aching with need.

“Charles,” you whisper, your voice trembling with anticipation.

He looks up at you, his eyes filled with love and lust. “Just relax,” he murmurs. “Let me take care of you.”

You lean back, propping yourself up on your elbows as he continues his slow, sensual exploration. His hands are gentle but firm as they slide up your dress, pushing the fabric aside to reveal your bare skin. When his lips finally reach your core, you can’t help but moan, the sound echoing in the quiet room.

He takes his time, his tongue teasing and tasting you with a skill that leaves you breathless. Each flick and swirl sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body, building higher and higher until you’re on the edge of ecstasy. You grip the sheets, your knuckles white as you hold on, the sensations overwhelming.

“Charles, I’m so close,” you gasp, your body trembling with need.

He looks up at you, his eyes dark and intense. “Come for me,” he murmurs, his voice rough with desire. “I want to feel you come.”

His words send you over the edge, your body arching as the orgasm crashes over you. You cry out his name, your vision going white with pleasure. Charles doesn’t stop, his tongue still moving against you, prolonging your release until you’re shaking with aftershocks.

When you finally come down, he looks up at you, his lips glistening. “You taste amazing,” he says, his voice husky.

You pull him up to you, kissing him deeply, tasting yourself on his lips. “Your turn,” you whisper, a wicked smile playing on your lips.

You push Charles onto his back, your hands moving to unbutton his shirt. He watches you, his eyes filled with anticipation and desire. When you finally have his shirt off, you trail kisses down his chest, your tongue flicking out to taste his skin. He groans, his hands tangling in your hair as you make your way lower.

When you reach the waistband of his pants, you look up at him, your eyes dark with desire. “I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel,” you say, your voice low and sultry.

He swallows hard, his eyes never leaving yours. “You always do,” he replies, his voice rough with need.

You smile, your fingers deftly undoing his belt and sliding his pants down. When he’s finally bare before you, you take a moment to admire him, your eyes drinking in every inch of his body.

Then you lean down, your lips wrapping around him, your tongue teasing the sensitive head. He groans, his hips bucking as you take him deeper, your mouth moving up and down his length with practiced ease. You can feel him trembling beneath you, his hands gripping the sheets as he tries to hold on.

“God, you’re so good at that,” he gasps, his voice strained.

You hum in response, the vibration sending shivers through his body. You take him deeper, your hand moving to stroke the base as your mouth works its magic. He’s close, you can feel it, his body tensing as he nears the edge.

Just as he’s about to come, you pull back, a wicked smile on your lips. He looks at you, his eyes filled with desperation and desire. “Please,” he begs, his voice rough. “I need you.”

You climb onto the bed, straddling his hips as you align yourself with him. “Not yet,” you murmur, your voice low and teasing. “I want to ride you first.”

You sink down onto him, both of you gasping at the sensation. You start to move, your hips rocking back and forth as you take him deep inside you. The pleasure is intense, each thrust sending waves of ecstasy through your body. Charles watches you, his eyes dark with desire, his hands gripping your hips as you ride him.

“You look so hot,” he groans, his voice filled with awe. “God, I love watching you like this.”

You smile, your movements quickening as you feel the pleasure building. “I love it too,” you gasp, your body trembling with need.

Just as you’re about to come, Charles flips you over, pinning you beneath him. He thrusts into you hard and fast, his hands gripping your thighs as he drives you both towards release. The pleasure is overwhelming, each thrust sending you higher and higher until you’re on the edge of ecstasy.

“You want me to get you pregnant?” he growls, his voice rough with desire.

“Yes,” you moan, your body arching beneath him. “Yes, Charles, I want it so much.”

He thrusts into you one final time, both of you crying out as you come together. The sensation is intense, your body shaking with the force of your release. When it finally subsides, you collapse against the bed, your body spent and satisfied.

Charles pulls out of you gently, his movements careful and tender. He reaches for a warm rag, cleaning you up with a soft touch. “You were amazing,” he murmurs, his voice filled with love and admiration.

You smile, your heart swelling with affection. “So were you,” you reply, your voice soft.

He finishes cleaning you up, then scoops you into his arms, carrying you to the bathroom. When you see the rose petals and warm water waiting, you can’t help but smile. “You really thought of everything,” you say, your voice filled with wonder.

Charles sets you down gently into the bath, the warm water enveloping your tired muscles and soothing your skin. The scent of the rose petals fills the air, adding to the romantic atmosphere. He slips in behind you, pulling you close so your back rests against his chest. His arms wrap around you, holding you securely.

You both sigh in contentment, the warm water and intimate setting creating a perfect moment of peace and relaxation. Charles nuzzles your neck, placing soft kisses along your shoulder.

“This was perfect,” you murmur, leaning back into him.

He tightens his hold on you slightly, his lips brushing your ear. “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” he whispers. “I wanted tonight to be special for you.”

You turn your head slightly, meeting his gaze. “It was more than special. It was unforgettable.”

He smiles, his eyes filled with love. “I love you,” he says softly.

“I love you too,” you reply, your heart swelling with emotion.

You rest in the bath together, enjoying the quiet intimacy of the moment. Charles’s hands gently caress your skin, his touch soothing and comforting. You close your eyes, letting yourself relax completely in his embrace.

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CL16/DR3 | Already Over | smau

part 8 | masterlist

an: i'm thinking this is only going to be like 1 more part. i have no clue what else to make happen tbh, dates/timestamps aren't important, pleas ignore them pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader, daniel ricciardo x fem!reader

charles_leclerc

liked by pierregasly, maxverstappen1 and 3.189.461 others charles_leclerc wish we could go back in time ❤️ tagged: yourusername

danielricciardo watch it.

maxverstappen1 you're doing everything huh?

charles_leclerc ofc i am. i love her. yourbff fuck off. you had your chance and you fucked up big time. yourfriend not you doing all this AFTER she's moved on. stop fucking with her head dude. pierregasly don't listen to them mate, show her how much you love her! yoursister pierre shut the fuck up, or i will make sure you are not able to drive next weekend <3

tayslover it rubs me the wrong way that he's posting like this while she's in a relationship. also i really need her to be on top of her game when she tours with THE queen.

y/nsfclklore not you putting one above the other 🤨 swiftesversion because taytay is above everyone 💁‍♀️ softy/n/n nahhh they're literally friends??? why put them against each other

yourusername

liked by taylorswift, landonorris and 3.156.442 others yourusername had a fantastic time the first night of the eras tour! thank you to everyone who cheered loudly for me, i appreciate all the support 🥹 tagged: taylorswift

danielricciardo looked gorgeous, sad i couldn't be there tonight

yourbff girlll you're shining!! we'll meet you at the next stop!! ❤️

yourusername no way!! who's "we"?? 🤨 yourfriend don't worry it doesn't involve your stupid ex yourbff it does involve someone else tho 👀 maxverstappen1 i wonder who

y/nswrld can't wait to see you soon!

taylorswift you were amazing! glad i decided to bring you with me

yourusername thank you so much for the opportunity! <3

danielricciardo

liked by yourusername, maxverstappen1 and 4.009.877 others danielricciardo stay hydrated folks! tagged: yourusername

yourusername you really had to include that first pic? 😭

danielricciardo ofc, i gotta get the message out there yourusername blocked.

landonorris you went and didn't invite me? kinda rude

danielricciardo sorry there wasn't space on the plane 🤷 yourbff do you have a private plane? landonorris yeah, why? yourfriend then we'll invite you the next time!

yourusername

liked by charles_leclerc, yourbff & 4.132.806 others yourusername this has been an amazing time! thank you so much for all the love!

danielricciardo you were amazing! loved seeing you do what you love

yourusername so happy you were able to be there! ❤️ yourbff 🤮 danielricciardo you were the one to bring me? 🤨 yourbff doesn't mean you have to be this cute yourusername aww you called us cute

charles_leclerc you looked gorgeous!

nvrris.ae did she cover 'hopelessly devoted to you' every night? or just the nights daniel was there?

scfty/n every night! but she did seem to sing it with more passion and with a bigger smile on her face whenever her friends or daniel was in the crowd nvrris.ae that's really cute honestly

charles_leclerc

liked by carlossainz55, maxverstappen1 & 4.283.800 others charles_leclerc i was told to wait with making this statement until the whole situation had died down a little, but going to see yourusername live in sydney, i realized i'm done waiting. i love this woman with all my heart. i will do anything to win back your trust. i would stand in the rain for hours watching you do what you love, i would quit racing, i would go through fire and ice, and of course my pr manager is fired. i am truly and incredibly sorry for what i put you through, and i understand if you are never going to fully forgive me. i miss you, and i love you. and i hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me at some point. i know you're currently in a relationship, and i'm not asking you to drop that. i just want a second chance. i want a fresh start if you think that would be possible. i hope from the bottom of my heart, that we can start over. i already told you exactly what happened over text, and i talked with everyone in the team, they are more than willing to also tell the story from their perspective. tagged: yourusername

leclrcs this is honestly the cutest little statement ever

scuderia.sf get heeer

danielricciardo watch out.

charles_leclerc i understand the two of you are in a relationship, and i'm not going to fight you, i simply just want forgiveness. i'm not interested in breaking the two of you up

yoursister are you being fr right now??? she's over you. you didn't have to make a public statement or anything at all???

charles_leclerc as i stated, i'm not expecting her to forgive me right now, right this second. i'm expecting it's going to take time, and i'm gonna giver her all the time she needs. yoursister you better sleep with one eye open.

danielricciardo

liked by yourusername, yourbff & 3.458.124 others danielricciardo cool date idea: ask your girlfriend what she wants for dinner and then buy her favorite snacks too tagged: yourusername

yourusername best date to ever exist

yourbff wow what about that time i made you a homecooked meal? yourusername you almost burned down my house??? yourbff um i thought we agreed to not bring that up yourusername no you agreed with yourself to never bring that up, i never agreed.

landonorris and i wasn't invited because???

danielricciardo i didn't know we dated? yourusername care to explain yourself? landonorris yeah care to explain yourself? danielricciardo woah hold on how many people am i dating???

mayasheart aww this is such a cute idea! hold on i'm writing it down

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part 9

tag list: @exotic-iris13 @callsignwidow @destinyg237 @lanadelray1989

[siconetribal]

Put it on My Tab Part 12

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!reader

Tag: @vbecker10 @wordsfromshona @harlequin-hangout @harpy-space @tild3ath @gone-batty-fics @princessbl0ss0m @dakotali @antiquecultist

Warning: Mild swearing, Jason is in trouble, Siblings will be siblings

Summary:

Everyone deserves time off, and the vigilantes of Gotham are no exception to the rule. The boys decide to take a weekend to let loose. Who knew a few drinks would lead to a stranger in bed?

Author Note:

I'll probably be out of commission for a couple weeks due to a surgery that's coming up soon. I'll try to have part 13 out before then though. Thanks for always reading!

Timothy “Tim” Jackson Drake was gifted with high intellect since birth. Coupled with the training he has received from Batman and Nightwing, he was a force to be reckoned with and proved worthy of the Robin title time and time again. Now as the Red Robin, he continued his work with his Batfamily. 

Tonight was supposed to be nothing more than routine work. Acquire the target (most likely by force), extract the necessary information (most likely through force), and use the data to get to their true goal. As expected, things were going down the track of ‘by force’. The target ordered his henchman to try to stop them and ran when it was evident they were unable to stop them. The chase was on, and the man went flying through a window. The location mattered little since it was vacant, or so Tim thought. He noticed the barista only after he turned to speak to the first Robin. From there, everything diverted.

He silently observed the young woman who wisely chose to turn a blind eye to their work, but he also kept an eye on his partner. Nightwing showed great interest in this young woman, more so than he would any other civilian that happened to be in the vicinity of their work. The amount of time he said her name and how he said it were also telling.

He’s not warning her, so why is he constantly saying her name? When she turned her back to them to make the drinks, he turned to his eldest brother to ask him what he was thinking but stopped himself at what he saw.

 So this is the famous young lady who’s got our Grumpy in such a fix. She’s certainly cute and pretty sharp, too. Is that why he’s not given her the money yet? Nightwing gently rubbed his chin as he contemplated on what to do. This was purely a stroke of luck on his end, since Red Robin had done the tracking and surveil on tonight’s target. We can’t just leave her with a broken window. She’s even managed to stay calm enough to take our order instead of becoming a mess. What ever shall I do? The right corner of his lip slowly tipped upwards into a smirk as an excellent idea came to mind. He pulled out something and a $100 bill. He folded the bill around the other piece just before she turned around with their drinks.

“Perfect,” he smiled in approval. “Thanks again, Y/N, and here, something for your troubles.” He winked, slipping it into the tip jar before grabbing the tied up man. “Until next time,” he flashed her a grin as Red Robin held the door open and the two walked out as if they had not just come crashing through one of the windows. Red Robin watched Y/N as she slowly looked around at her surroundings. He could not help but wonder why she was so interesting.

That fateful night, Tim had made it his goal to find out what he could about her. He knew asking the elder vigilante would not produce much information, but he asked anyway. The non-answer of ‘no reason’ and ‘it’s nothing’ were provided. Red flags that meant there was indeed something. With the spelling of her name and place of employ, he began to dig. He was a detective after all, a good mystery was always enticing, and there was nothing better to do while they waited for the next move of the organization they were monitoring.

Y/N stared at her phone for what felt like an eternity. Citlalli had been watching her for the last forty or so minutes since her loud and angry proclamation of ‘I’m going to text this ghosting hotshot pretty boy and demand he pay me the due money and leave me alone’. It was a sudden outburst in the middle of their takeout dinner that had been abnormally silent until then. It was then the young Latina had learned two things. One, he had not texted. Two, Y/N was going insane waiting for him to text, which was rare and quite entertaining.

Daaaaaamn, no text yet? It's been what, three weeks now? And she’s made no effort to reach out? There’s no way in hell she’d forget, she’s slavin’ away tryna get it cleared. But I thought he’d  have reached out by now. Poor mija, she’s really out of luck. She watched as Y/N picked up the device, angrily tapped away at the screen, read whatever she typed, paused, deleted the text, placed it back down, and slump. This is what, her sixth time? It was funny at first, but now it's just crazy. “Just text his ass already!” 

“Text him what exactly? He’s the one that texted ‘Hi’ from my phone to himself! Technically, he should be texting me!” Y/N threw her arms in the air before crossing them tightly, glaring at her phone. “Augh, forget it! I'll just text him whatever!” Grabbing it once more. 

<So, Wonder Boy, when you said you'll ‘send me the details’, was it code for ‘never gonna happen’ or are you saving some DID as the capeless crusader?> She proudly hit the send button, shoving any and all nausea and regret from anxiety down into the depths as best she could.

“That proud of your message, huh? What did you send?” Citlalli curiously asked, reaching for the phone in Y/N’s hands when it suddenly buzzed. Y/N jumped, sending it flying into the air. She juggled the little rectangle a bit as it buzzed a few more times, narrowly saving it from crashing onto the floor. “What the hell was that for?!”

“I didn’t expect it to vibrate all of a sudden,” Y/N scowled, waking the screen to see it was a text from the one and only ‘Your Hero’. She froze on the spot and Citlalli pushed her cheek into Y/N’s to see the screen and gasped.

“Holy shit, he texted back?! Are you sure he said he was going to text you first? Cause it looks like he was waiting on you.”

“I know what he said! I have no idea why he’s texting now. And some space, ya crazy!” She lightly nudged her friend to move and unlocked the thread.

<SHIT!>

<I did NOT mean to ghost you like this.>

<I swear I got busy with work. Also, what’s a DID? And didn’t I say to stop calling me that?> Y/N rolled her eyes at his texts, pulling up the keyboard.

<Didn’t you also say you’d text me details? And just so you know, it stands for Damsel In Distress.>

<Touche, lol. And noted, I’ll be sure to update the name of my file.>

<You should. It’s the official title. So says the famous kids cartoon movie. You’re still in trouble though.>

<Damn and here I thought I managed to get out of it. Should’ve known you wouldn’t let me go that easy. How about I make it up to you?>

<I’m reading.>

“What’s he saying?” Citlalli eagerly leaned in closer once more. “Don’t just sit there texting, that’s rude! I'm here, too! Don't make me get my chancla!”

“Ok, ok, relax! Sheesh, you don't always need to choose violence. He said he got tied up with work and has offered to make it up to me.”

“Oh, how so? By paying for the hotel and buying us a new apartment? What, don't give me that look! He could buy a neighborhood and still be fine!” Citlalli scoffed. “A girl can dream of a proper kitchen.” She grumbled, leaning back into the sofa. 

“I'm sure he could but I haven't gotten the chance to tell him about the bill because the last time we met, I was a little preoccupied trying to kick out trouble.” Citlalli colorfully cursed out her cousin in rapid Spanish for not only trying to trouble her best friend, but for trampling on Y/N’s chances with a Wayne.

“Cici, it’s fine! Really, I got his number at least. I'll figure out a way to bring it up in person. Deep breaths, ok?” She gently coaxed her fired up friend back into a more zen state before looking at her phone again. 

<How does lunch, you, and me sound? I’ll even recommend a few good books.>

<Consider me intrigued. Where and when?>

<TBD. I’m wrapping a few things on my end. I'll be able to give you all of my attention after that, sweetheart.>

So he did call me that last time. Is that just a thing he does, like how older waitresses and nurses tend to call people ‘sweetie’ or ‘honey’? She eyed Citlalli from the corner of her eye and shifted over, feigning getting comfortable, to avoid any misunderstanding. <I look forward to seeing how different all your attention is to now.>

<Ouch, lol! But fair, I fucked up on this one. I deserve that. You can hold me to it, just give me some time.>

<Also, you can just text me if you’re bored or wanna talk.> His next text popped up onto the screen.

<What about work?> She rolled her eyes at his new promise, though a small smile began to tug at the corners of her lips. Citlalli watched her dear friend curl up just like she did when reading a good book.

<I’ll make time for you.> 

<Even when I’m not in trouble?>

<Even then.>

<Also, text me when you’re in trouble.>

<So demanding for someone who never texted like he promised. Do you always order around the people you save?>

<Just the sassy ones. 😏>

<Keep this up and I might start think I'm special..>

<Yeah, you are. Never met a gal who charged for questions and refused to ask for my mame.>

<What can I say, I’m one of a kind. 😉>

<That you are and sadly, I need to start focusing on my job or I'll get my ass kicked.>

<Don't let me distract you and potentially endanger your fine derriere. Night, Little Lordling.> Slipping her phone into her pocket, she sat there with a smug look of victory to which Citlalli laughed.

“What happened?”

“He said he's going to let me know the details as soon as he's got work wrapped up and I'm allowed to keep him to his word.”

“Oh? Well that's promising. Seems like the two of you are getting along quite well.”

“Oh no, don't even go there, Cici. I know that look! I don't need you trying to match make me like your grandmother does. This is purely business, Platonic if more, and it's going to end once he pays the bill.

“Mmmhmmmm, sure, whatever you say, mija. On that note, we need to head to bed. We have the morning shift.”

“Must you remind me?” Y/N groans, forcing herself out of the comfortable position and stretching. “I’m just grateful Mr. D didn't take the window outta my paycheck. Thank you, security cameras for proof.”

“I still can’t believe it happened! The café was said to be in a safer part of town! The cops are due to come in some time today or tomorrow from what I know. You'll have to give them your account on what happened to get a proper report filed for compensation from the city.”

Fiddlesticks, I forgot that’s supposed to happen! What do I even say? Her shoulders sagged, and her head dropped backwards. I say one thing they don't like, and Nightwing will definitely make my life a living hell. He doesn't kill, but he does know how to torture, I’m sure of it! She wondered how they intended to get the information they wanted and what methods they would use on her. The thought made her shudder.

“Y/N, hey, are you ok?” Citlalli waved her hand in front of her face.

“Huh? Yeah, I’m fine. Just,” she paused for a moment. “Just tired, it’s crazy thinking that was just two nights ago. Never thought I’d serve one famous person, let alone two, and vigilantes at that. I should sleep, can't look like some dead zombie, or they might think we're pulling a fast one.” She forced a yawn and walked into her bedroom, wishing her friend a good night.

The precinct office was a buzz with its usual hustle and bustle. There was rarely a dull moment thanks to the nightly work of the vigilantes that ruled the night. Many of the officers hated them, feeling as if they were failures and their pride bruised by the ‘handouts’ left at their doorstep. The commissioner was not of that mindset, though, and the newer recruits even idolized the lawbreaking individuals.

“Detective, are you ready to head out? We’ve got a bunch of shops claiming they got damaged by those masked weirdos. I rather we get this shit don't and over with as soon as possible. Those freaks in tights are more trouble than they are help!” The older detective gruffly grumbled his complaints, waiting for his partner. He was a younger detective, a greenhorn that was better than most veterans, which rubbed all the seasoned personnel the wrong way, but they had to admit it.

“Come now, they aren’t all that bad. I’d say a few of them are a bit dashing in their own rights.” The young man stood from his seat, making sure his things were in place. “Plus, I just got back from my medical leave, can’t you keep your grumbling down to a minimum? These people didn’t ask for all this damage control.”

“I did not miss your attitude.” He sneered. “C’mon, get your ass in gear. We gotta go.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming.” He scoffed, walking out of the precinct as they headed towards the first location. It was the first on the list only because it promised dome good fuel for the day.

“Hello detectives, thank you for coming on such short notice.” The man greeted them at the door, letting them into the busy establishment. “Please, follow me to my office.” He quickly led them to the back, catching the eye of one of the employees. Signaling them to follow, he let them get comfortable before the employee arrived. “This is Y/N, she was the employee who was present at the time of the incident.”

“I’ll handle it from here. Nolan, why don’t you go with the owner and get the surveillance footage?” The younger detective offered. With a grunt of approval, the two men left. “Y/N, was it? Please, have a seat. It’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m Detective Richard Grayson, but you can just call me Detective Dick or Grayson.” He flashed her a charming smile.

Author Note:

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[milogreer]

really wanna write rn so help me choooose

no promises it’ll get done ‘cause, you know… life… but i wanna be able to at least try to focus in on one. i miss writing 😔

also some little snippets of each one that might help y’all decide 🤭

shaw pack scaredy cats

“You wanna what?”

“It’s not that big a deal, I do it all the time.”

Milo looks at them like they’ve gone crazy. “Tank, if my Ma finds out I snuck into an R-rated movie, I’ll be six feet under before you can even blink.”

“You just don’t wanna watch the movie ‘cause you know you’ll chicken out first.”

“And you just don’t know the kinda hell Marie Greer can rain down on you. She’s scarier than any movie.”

Tank rolls their eyes. “Then it’s your turn to ask David for a movie. I did it last time and he spent ten minutes chewing me out about how his copy of Alien had dried pizza sauce on the back cover.”

“Maybe if you didn’t eat like you were raised in a barn-”

“Don’t be mad at me just ‘cause you chickened out when you thought the cat was gonna die-”

“Hey, that is a very reasonable response!”

Tank laughs, dispelling any further argument. “Okay, okay. Fine. I’ll talk to David, see if he can pull a movie for this weekend.”

the morning after

Blake stirs, mumbling something incoherent as he buries himself further into the duvet, and Bestie stills their hand from looping a lock of his hair around their index finger. When he doesn’t say anything further, they continue, touch feather-light.

Another quiet moment passes before Blake sniffles, nudges his head up into their hand, and manages a slurred, “S’wrong?”

“Nothing,” they whisper, switching to run their hand through his hair, curls soft beneath their fingers, willing him to fall back asleep. “Sorry for waking you up.”

He grunts dismissively, peeking open one eye. “What time is it?”

They pause. It’s just barely four in the morning - they’d only slept two hours before being unwillingly and inexplicably dragged out of the depths of sleep. He’ll worry if they tell him the time.

“Early.”

As expected, Blake’s brows furrow. “How early?”

“It’s fine,” they say reassuringly. “I haven’t been up long. I was just thinking.”

A pause. The air feels heavy all of a sudden. When Blake speaks, his voice is low.

“…Can I ask what about?”

working overtime

“And I was supposed to be free tonight, I was right on track to get all my stuff done, but- but then a professor from down the hall had a family emergency and so she wasn’t going to be able to finish the banner for the rally at the end of the week, so she asked me to do it and I, I, I mean, I couldn’t say no, you know?” Lasko pauses very briefly to suck in a breath. “I would’ve felt so bad because she put in a lot of work and to, to not have her project done and displayed is a shame, I mean, I know she was really excited for it, so if I can finish it for her, then I want to, I just,” he expels an exasperated breath, “I wish it wasn’t at the expense of our date night. I-It’s been a while since we were able to actually go out together, I’m so sorry I can’t make it, I know I said it already, but-”

Dear catches his hand as he paces by where they’re sitting on his desktop, nervous hands flitting through the air as he speaks, then brings it to their lips to place a gentle kiss on his knuckles. Taken off-guard, Lasko goes quiet and still, his rambling tapering off with a soft oh.

“It’s alright, Lasko. I’m not upset.”

Big pleading eyes blink at them from behind his glasses. “Really?”

“Really. It’s sweet of you to want to finish her project for her.” They tug him closer to stand between their legs, looping their arms loosely around his neck and taking great satisfaction in the flush that immediately consumes his cheeks. “Did she leave instructions for you?”

His voice is pitched a touch higher when he responds, “Mhm.” Then he clears his throat, the initial embarrassment ebbing, and says, “She’s very, um… detailed. I hope it doesn’t take too long, but.” He makes an uncertain sound.

sweetheart’s first pack party

They gratefully accept the wine glass he offers, clutching it like a lifeline.

The hand on their hip tugs them a bit closer to him. “Don’t look so nervous, sweetheart. Might be a room full a’ wolves, but no one’s gonna bite.” He leans away slightly, taking a purposefully long moment to check them out, gaze dragging slowly down and then back up their body. Their heart flutters at the sly grin that paints his face. “Well, one of them might. But he’ll ask first.”

Sweetheart exhales a wavering laugh, rolling their eyes and turning their flushing face away.

“Is it that obvious?”

His smirk turns into a slight grimace. “Ash says you’ve got your investigator face on and it’s freakin’ him out a little.”

This time their exhale is a sigh, an attempt to expel some of the anxious energy trapped in their chest that buzzes like a beehive. “I’m sorry. I’m not used to parties like this. My family never did Solstice parties and even if they did, I think this would still be nerve-wracking because…” They falter, nails tapping their glass. “I mean. You know. This is my first one and, I don’t know, David and Asher have always been nice to me-”

sweetheart’s will likely be the only one that gets an actual name bc i have an OC for them more than anyone else, though i’m working on bestie atm so they might get a name too :)

[metamorphosisff]

|Chapter 15| I’ve Got No Place

“Ms. Cortez, if you can think of anything else that will be helpful for our report, please don’t hesitate to call,” Officer Kelly says, holding a business card with his information in his hand.

I use the hand that isn’t holding an ice pack to my face to take it and stuff it into my pocket. There wasn’t anything else to tell as I already gave them the complete rundown when they got here. My eyes rove over the damage that is luckily contained to the living room and kitchenette as he continues. 

“He has priors and has a bench warrant out for other charges so with this on top? He won’t be bothering you or anyone else for a very long time,” Officer Kelly adds as his partner and a few other uniformed officers wrap up making the mess worse in their process of cataloging what happened. Under their boots are my abuela’s ashes from the urn that was sent crashing into the wall.

I just want them all gone. 

I need them all gone.

I need to process the fact that Trevor really showed his ass this evening and destroyed my home. Violated my space with his rage and my body with his fists, all because I wouldn’t return his advances earlier this morning when I went to the bodega. He waited until I came home from work to follow me into my building. With him hot on my heels there hadn’t been enough time to get inside of my apartment and lock him out. So we argued, then we fought, and I managed to stab him which bought me time to lock myself in the bathroom where I stayed until the police arrived.

Nodding my head, I said, “Good riddance. I appreciate all of your help but if we’re done here, I’d like to call it a night.”

“Oh yes, of course, and if you go to the doctor or urgent care, that bill can be expensed if you decide to take this to trial,” Officer Kelly says.

“Duly noted,” I said.

And ignored.

I wasn’t giving Trevor any more of my time after tonight. Whatever happens to him, happens. Besides Black women seldom found justice in the court system. I couldn’t afford to put myself through that torture just to be left hanging in the end. Finally taking a cue from my body language, Officer Kelly gathers up his fellow officers and one by one they all exit my home. I’m just about to close the door when I hear my name being called out by the voice I wished to hear hours ago. Pulling the door back open, Xavier comes into view looking identical to me.

“What happened to your face?” we ask each other in unison. 

I step back and usher him into my apartment because my neighbors have already gotten one show this evening. I’m so glad that both Mari and Papi went to stay with their cousins for the weekend. I didn’t have to watch them make the face Xavier is while glancing at the carnage in the living room.

“Jamila,” he breathes out, slowly turning back in my direction. “What happened? You were texting me like you were about to…about to commit suicide.”

His eyes are lined with tears and he looks off to the side in order to blink them away in relief. I can see why he thought that because when I was in the bathroom I had been scared. I had thought that Trevor was going to kill me but before he did I wanted to tell Xavier all of the ways he made my life worth living again. I wanted to tell him I loved him. I didn’t want to paint the timeline of a situation that so eerily echoed the cousin he still mourned. 

“No, no, no,” I said, grabbing his hand and giving it a squeeze. “No, that’s not why I sent those.”

“Then what happened? Because I was scared shitless on the way over here,” he said, turning to face me again. “And your apartment is…”

The damage is heavy, the weight of it steals the rest of his sentence. I fill in the silence with an explanation. 

“Trevor popped back up. We had some words this morning that he wasn’t too happy with because it ended with me telling him to go to hell,” I said, anger humming underneath the surface of my skin as I relived the argument in my mind.

I start to pace even though my hip throbs in protest from being shoved down onto the coffee table but I need to move. It’s the only way I can get the story out for the second time without letting frustration wash over me.

“Fast forward to tonight and I…I had my headphones on as I was walking home. I didn’t notice that he had been following me until I was only one flight of stairs away from the door,” which was a habit I had been trying to break to avoid a situation like this but today was a long one. I wanted to unwind a bit by listening to my favorite podcast on the train and since the episode was almost finished by the time I got off, I decided to continue listening. I should have listened to my instincts and waited instead.

“The moment I unlocked it, he pushed us both inside. He starts saying how I’m acting like I’m too good for him now and a bunch of other bullshit. I tell him about himself and remind him that he’s not entitled to me. It escalated from there, he slapped and pushed me and I fell. He tried to sit on me but I was still holding my keys which had a knife on it. I stabbed him in the shoulder at the same time I kicked him in the stomach. Then I bolted into the bathroom. Luckily, I had the thought to put my phone into my back pocket. When he couldn’t break down the bathroom door, he went back to destroying the apartment,” I said.

He destroyed photos of my parents, precious moments of time from when they were good to me, gone. He destroyed furniture. He destroyed my laptop. He destroyed food. He destroyed my sense of peace in the only place I could get it. My home. That is what lay in ruin in his wake.

“Baby…I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry this happened to you,” he said, shaking his head while walking towards me. Reaching out, he lightly grabbed my hand and pulled me into his arms. I fell into his embrace because it was needed but a frown formed on my face when he winced the moment I squeezed him.

Stepping back slightly, I said, “Why did you jump? And what happened to your face?”

“Babe we can talk about that later, it’s not important, this is-

“No,” I said, pulling away from him then. “I want to know why you weren’t able to answer my calls. Another incident with Granddad?”

His lip was busted, his left eye bruised and swollen. Those were the bruises I could see but who knew what was going on underneath his t-shirt. Granddad had hit him in the face before so it wasn’t a reach to assume that was the case.

“Nah, I had a boxing match tonight that Aiden set up to help get me out of the funk I’ve been in. That’s why I didn’t answer the phone but when I saw your messages I rushed over here,” he said.

Taking another step back, I shook my head. My ears had to be deceiving me because what he said just wasn’t computing. “Are you fuckin’ kidding me? A boxing match?”

“There was no way for me to know tonight would end like this Mila,” he said.

“No, there wasn’t but here I am trying to rationalize that maybe something with granddad came up or your father but no you were out doing this,” I said pointing to his face.

He took a deep breath as he shook his head at me but I didn’t care about his growing frustration. It didn’t surmount mine. 

“You,” I said, pointing a finger at him. “You, you were the one who said ‘call me if anything with him ever goes down again’, that was you. You made it seem like you would be there.”

My eyes are lining with tears faster than I can get under control and they betray me by sliding down my cheeks. He tries to take a step closer but I shake my head, denying him access to my space. I don’t miss the flash of pain that shines through his eyes. I wonder if it matches mine.

“Mila, baby, I am here. Standing right here beside you. I didn’t hesitate to come to you the moment I felt something was off,” he said, but it was like his words were flying around my ears.

I couldn’t resonate with them or find the normal comfort I usually did when he spoke to me. All I found was mounting anger because all I heard was an excuse.

“Two hours later Xavier. While he was in here tearing everything apart, I was reaching out to you,” I sniffled, mad at myself.

This is what happens when you let people in. When you believe they won’t disappoint you like everyone else. A sob tears through my chest causing my shoulders to bounce and I want to scream. Xavier stands stunned, torn between wanting to comfort me and wanting to respect the boundary I’ve drawn. I’m torn too because I want to be in his arms more than anything but I can’t. This kind of disappointment cuts into me like glass, clean and efficiently. 

“Crazy thing is I believed you! I-I-I,” my words were tripping over my sobs but I forced the rest of them out. “I fucking believed that you would actually be there when it counted. When it mattered.”

He took a step back then, the impact of my words pushing him away.Those eyes, those damn eyes, actually had the audacity to look hurt but I don't care. In this moment, my pain trumps his. 

“That’s not fair. I didn’t know what was going on,” he repeats. 

“Yeah and that’s the point,” I sniffled, roughly wiping at my face. “I was locked in the bathroom, scared out of my mind, and I panicked. It was an emergency so I know I should have called 911 first, that’s what we’re all taught to do, but in the moment I called you. I just…”

“If I would have known what was going on don’t you think that I would have been here? That I would have helped you? It kills me that I wasn’t here Jamila and that’s something I have to live with but I’m here now. I’m here,” he says, eyes pleading with me to understand but I don’t want to.

I don’t want to understand. I don’t want to listen. I don’t want to talk anymore because I don’t have the words to express what I’m feeling. My face hurts and my temples are pounding with a headache that is threatening to shut my entire body down. I don’t have the energy to listen to anything Xavier has to say. Not tonight and probably not tomorrow either.

“I think you should go home. I’m good, everything is handled. I don’t need you here,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

He takes a step closer and tries to reach for my hand but I keep them firmly tucked underneath my arms. “Mila, please don’t push me away right now. Baby please don’t do this.”

Tears spill onto my cheeks as I shake my head. “I’m tired Xavier,” I sniffled, trying to control the river flowing from me. There are several rounds of sobs threatening to burst from me and I no longer want an audience. “I’m tired of being an afterthought. I’m tired of being accommodating. I’m tired of always having to figure out how to survive other people’s bullshit. And above all of that? I’m tired of not being listened to. Please don’t make me repeat myself.”

He nods his head, stuffing his hands in his pockets before walking towards me. He stops right in front of my feet and though a part of me doesn’t want to, I meet his eyes anyway. He’s not afraid to show me his tears while I’m fighting through showing him mine. Leaning down, I hold my breath as he places a kiss against my forehead. 

“I love you too Mila. Know that and never forget it. I’m going to call you tomorrow.”

I nod my head but we both know that I won’t answer. He presses another kiss to my forehead and a quick one to the corner of my mouth before slipping through the door. As I lock it, I can’t help but feel as if it might be the last time he ever does. My bottom lip trembles as I sink onto the floor. Weighed down by all of the losses that occurred before I could even catch my breath.

[stayatiny]

Red Hands ~Chapter 2

Idol!Jimin X fem!reader

Series warning(s) – murder, blood, violence, obsessive!jimin, eventual smut, More warnings will be added as the story continues

Chapter warning(s) – Killer!Jimin, blood, straight up murder, cunnilingus, swearing, Please let me know If I missed anything.

Tagged Lovelies- @vitrealisbunny @strxwbloody

I woke up snuggled into blankets and pillows. I turn my body to feel someone stir next to me. I smell Jimin's cologne and natural musk pulling me even closer to him. Blurry images from us kissing came back.

“What time is it?” Jimin kissed my head before turning to grab his phone.

“Its 8:40 in the morning,” he says turning back to me. I jumped up from his arms. I hummed and snuggled back into him. So glad I’m off today. Jimin wrapped his arms around me, holding on tight. I feel his lips press to the top of my head.

“Do you want breakfast, Y/N?” I stayed where I was not moving.

“Yes, but I don’t want to get up yet. I’m comfortable.” I feel him laugh then placing his hand on my face. His thumb caresses my cheek moving down to my lips. I blush while he kisses me. Damn his lips are so soft. He pulls back from me and pulls me closer into him. My head right under his chin. I was ready to doze off again until I hear the doorbell. Jimin sighed and got up. I hear his feet softly padding across the floor. I hear him speaking to someone, I couldn’t quite tell who it was. I finally got out of the bed and headed to the bathroom to use the toilet. I look at myself in the mirror before finding my spare toothbrush in the draw and my hairbrush. I brushed my teeth then my hair. Once done I see Jimin waiting by the bathroom door. He looked kind of annoyed or irritated.

“What’s wrong?” He huffed a little, trying not to get angry with me.

“I’m sorry but I have some meetings that I have to do today. I didn’t know until out manager came here to tell me about them.” I frowned a little bit, but I knew that he is an idol, duty calls.

“It’s alright, Jimin. We can always hang out later,” I say, hugging him. He hugs me back I could still tell that he was upset.

“I know but I wanted to use today for us. How about after my meetings we go on a date?” I smiled, then giving a peck to his cheek.

“That sounds good to me. I’ll see you later then.” I grab my bag.

“Do you need me to walk with you?” I shook my head. In the daylight I wasn’t as scared, and it wasn’t that far from here. I headed to the door and slipped on my shoes, jacket, and mask. I needed coffee before heading to my apartment.

~~~~~~~~~<3~~~~~~~~~~~

I watch her leave with a smile, excited for our date tonight. I took a deep breath and took the time to put up her spare toiletries. I showered and got ready putting on slacks and a burgundy button up. I went to the door slipping on my dress shoes. I didn’t want to go to this meeting. I NEEDED to be with her.

“Hey Jimin!” I hear walking into the HYBE building. I see our manager heading right to me. He fills me in on what the meeting is about, I only half listen.

“This shouldn’t be long just long enough for you to meet with Taeyang and to set a date for the music video shoot.”

I made it back to my apartment. I chunk my purse onto the counter. I let out a sigh. I can’t believe that I already missed him. I head to the shower to get ready for our date. I didn’t know what to expect for our date nor did I know what he wanted to do.

-Hey sweetie, I’m done with my meeting. I’m heading over to your place to get you.

I smile reading the text while drying my hair and fixing it. I decided to put on a simple strapped black dress. I put on my slippers while waiting for Jimin to arrive. I grab a matching black denim jacket to go over my shoulders. I can guarantee we aren’t going anywhere fancy. We’ve never been that way. When we went to school together, we would go to the same café every weekend until he decided to move to Seoul. When I moved here, we restarted our tradition. I was in touching up my hair and mascara. I run to let Jimin in. He immediately grabs me picking me up by the waist. I kiss him as he sets me back down.

“You look so pretty.” I blush to a new shade of red and I didn’t think that was even possible.

“Thank you. You look nice too.” Jimin’s still holding my body tight to me.

“So, where are we going to go?” He smiles before grabbing my hand and pulling me to the door.

“We are going to the first restaurant that we went to together after you moved here.” My heart leaps. Besides going to cafes, we went out to eat a lot and we would drink a lot too.

“Jimin, that place is kind of expensive are you sure that’s where you want to go?” He hands me my purse while I put on my shoes.

“Well, I thought it would be nice. It was when I realized that I loved you.” My face turns fire red again, even through my make up. My ears also gave it away. He laughed at my expression.

“So, let’s go before it gets too late. It’s the weekend so it gets busy.” I nodded and grabbed his hand locking the door to my apartment.

We got another bottle of soju, our second one for the night. I was a lightweight compared to Jimin. We started with drinking shots when our food arrives.

“Jimin, should we get another bottle.” He shook his head.

“Nah I’m good. I don’t want you to get drunk and then get sick.” I scrunched my nose at him at the last memory of us drinking with him.

“That was one time. Okay so I ended up vomiting in your shoes. I didn’t know that I was such a lightweight.” He laughed at me.

“Yeah, I’m just glad we know that now. Let me pay and then we can head out back to my house. We can watch a movie or something.” I nodded and grabbed my jacket and purse. I feel anxious while waiting for Jimin like something exciting was going to happen. He was putting his wallet back into his pocket when he walked back up to me.

“Hey are you alright?” I snapped out of my zoning out. I grab his hand as he led me out of the restaurant.

“Yeah, I’m okay I was just thinking about stuff.” He smirked before giving me the side eye.

“Like what kind of stuff?” I laughed then scoffed a little.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” His smirk got bigger. I know I was playing with fire at this point. I knew I could get away with it.

“Oh, trust me I do,” he whispered, leaning down next to my ear. This jerk…I hummed and squeezed his hand. We reach his apartment. I took off my heels at the door putting my purse in its usual spot on the counter. The sexual tension was so thick I could cut through it with a knife. I took a deep breath right before Jimin grabbed me up and putting me on the couch. I yelped as he landed on top of me.

“You’re so pretty. I want to keep you here forever.” I smile before kissing his cheek. I can’t help but feel like a little schoolgirl again. He kisses me, harder than before. Jimin reaches under my dress feeling my thighs. I stop his hands from going further.

“Why are you stopping me?” He looks offended. My face was a dead giveaway that I was embarrassed.

“I’m just nervous is all, minnie. I’ve never had sex before.” His frown softened to a reassuring smile.

“We don’t have to do that if you don’t want to. I want you to be comfortable with me. We can take things as fast or as slow as you want them.” He hugs me tightly then kissed my cheek. Jimin holds me like I was going to disappear. I took a deep breath before pulling away from him. I lean back on the couch as he turns on a movie when he gets down on the floor.

“Jimin?” He hushed me as he grabbed my waist. I gasp as he gently bites my thigh. I whined trying to shimmy away from his mouth.

“I need to taste you.” My whimpers and whines growing louder the more he bites and kisses my thighs. He hushes me as he pulls down my thong that was now soaked. Jimin spreads my legs further apart placing on his shoulder. I practically scream as Jimin wraps his lips around my swollen clit. He rubs my legs as he sucks harder.

“Ah Jimin,” I whine. I could feel him smirk as he flicks my bud again and again. He pulls back long enough to take a deep breath and pushed my legs up to my chest. He dives back between my legs lapping up at my juices that I could swear are getting on the couch under me. My hands bury into his hair. I needed to cum. His tongue working feverishly to make me come undone.

“Jimin I’m gonna cum.” He only nods letting me know its okay. I can’t stop myself from grinding my cunt against him. Once I rode out my orgasm, he pulls away from me wiping his face on a discarded towel.

“You taste so good, sweetheart.” He helps me clean up as the post orgasm sleepiness set in. He kisses my head before carrying me to his bedroom. He hands me some clothes and letting me change. I lay down in his bed waiting for him to join me, but I fell asleep before then.

I let Y/N go to sleep first. I’m still reeling from the taste of her cum and the feeling of her hands in my hair. While she sleeps, I work on finding out if anyone is messing with my little baby. I stalk her Instagram with my secret account that I hide behind. It doesn’t take me long to find some desperate fuck trying to impress Y/N. I scoff at his attempts to meet with her. She hasn’t responded to his comments thankfully. I open his profile and use my account disguising me as a woman. I knew all this was wrong and that eventually I will be caught but until then I’ll keep her safe. I messaged the man wanting to meet up and get to know him. I finally convinced him to meet up tonight. I check the time only seeing that it’s 11 pm. Still early in the night for some fun. I gathered my backpack with all the tools that I need. First I need to go and let Y/N know that I won’t be here. I don’t need her looking for me while I’m working. I shake her gently before speaking.

“Hey sweetheart, I have to meet up with my manager really quick because of a schedule change. I’ll be back in an hour or so.” She stirred long enough to listen and then nodded before dozing back off. I kiss her head and put on my mask and beanie. I head out locking the door on my way out. Tonight’s going to be fun.

“Leave me alone you fucking freak!” I laugh running after the man. He managed to escape the warehouse but since it’s in the middle of nowhere nothing to worry about but I love the hunt. The man stumbles. My smile grows wider under my mask.

“What do you want? I have money take anything you want just let me go.” I grab the man by his arms and drag him back to the warehouse. He screams and cries for me to let him go.

“I’m going to kill you.” He cries louder. I throw him back on the dirty bloody floor. I jam my knife into his throat and chest. The warmth of my victim’s blood fueled my rage. The man was long dead when all my rage wore off. I got up and placed my knife back on the table. I took a deep breath looking at the dead man on the floor. I carved ‘She’s Mine’ into his arm like my other victims. I cleaned my knife and hands after bagging up his body. I decided to leave him on the side of the road. I just finished getting rid of his body when I hear my phone going off.

“Hey baby girl. I’m on my way back if that’s what you’re calling about. The meeting went longer than what I thought and I even met with an old friend.”

“Oh that’s nice, minnie. I woke up and I still didn’t see you. I ordered some food and I started to get worried.” I hummed slightly.

“I’m sorry. I’ll be home before you know it.” She continued small talk when I reached my building.

“I’m home!” Y/N jumps up from the couch and hugs me tightly. Thank God I changed my clothes. I kissed her before placing my back next to the door. I pick her up into my arms.

“My pretty girl. I love you so much.” She kisses me again. Never knowing the lengths, I will go for her.

[anomaly-hivemind]

Down a peg || Loid x Yor Forger

Kinktober Prompt No. 1

Warnings: Pegging, femdom, cunnlingus, marriage wholesomeness

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Loid and Yor had managed to convince Franky to watch Anya for the weekend. It was a convent place for their little one to be when Yor had an assassination and Loid with a mission that needed to be done. Crazy how things line up for these two, when they both have “work” to do. So what if they both finished their task by the end of late Friday, these two could use sometime alone together to do normal things married couples do with each other. Like trying to watch old bad movies only to have it be in the background while they passively flirt with each other.

“I’m sorry that this move sucks Yor.” Loid turned to face her and apologized.

“There’s no need to apologize, we both agreed to watch it.” Yor was quick to reassure him that it wasn't a big deal.

There was a knock on the door and Yor got up first to answer it. It was one of the nosy old ladies. Yor straightens her posture and greets the old lady.

“Me and the gals noticed that you two got a babysitter for the little one.” the lady said in a cheeky tone with a smirk. Yor was a bit confused on where this conversation was leading.

“All couples need some alone time and if you wanna keep em, I'm sure you're putting the moves on your husband already.” Yor’s face blew up in a red blush. Was that what she was supposed to be doing with Loid right now!

“So I just wanted to let you know the ladies are going out tonight to play bingo so you'll be having the floor to yourself mostly.” The old lady winked and then handed Yor a bowl of strawberries before turning to leave.

Yor takes the fruit and thanks the lady before closing the door. She walks over to the couch and places the bowl on the table. Her face was still a bit red. Loid gave her a confused look as she took her place back beside him on the couch just more closer to him than she was earlier this time.

“What was that about?” Loid looked down at the bowl of strawberry then back up at her.

“T-they wanted to get us some fruits before they go off to bingo.” Yor stuttered as she explained what happened, leaving out a few parts about how she should put the moves on him. How exactly should she put the moves on him, what should she do. Should she do something subtle… would he catch on, maybe she should do something bold…but what if that scares him off.

She decided to pick a middle ground that was still a bit more bold. Yor moved her thighs on top of Loid’s lap and she felt the way his body tensed up and he looked over at her with a slight blush. Yor gives him a small nervous smile.

“Are you enjoying this weekend off from work and watching Miss Anya?“ She smiles when his hand gently rests on top of her thighs, even going as far as caressing her clothed skin.

“I am, it is definitely a peaceful weekend so far.” he smiles back at her with pink ears. Yor turned back to the movie, was this enough, should she do something more.

Loid looks down at his hand that was resting on Yor’s thighs. His ears were on fire as he tried to comprehend what was going on right now. Is Yor coming onto him, did she want them to be more physically involved. It would only make sense that she would want something like, they were married after all. Loid squeezes her upper thigh, then he rubs his hand against her lightly and slowly inching his way up her to his waist.

Yor smiled and leaned into his touch, her plan was working. Loid in fact does have a thing for her at least in the physical sense. It made her happy to know that but she still felt like she needed to do more than just cuddle with him. Yor really let that old lady get into her head.

“Can I kiss you!” Yor blurted out and turned to face her husband with a pink face. Loid’s face also lit up with a deep blush but he pulled her fully into her lap.

Loid gently caressed Yor’s face with his hands, her skin face flushed, and slightly sweaty. ‘She’s nervous’

“If you want to kiss me, you can kiss me, Yor,” Loid said, pushing her hair from her face.

Yor’s face grew even redder than before, her ears felt like they were on fire.

“Here I go, for our marriage,” She muttered taking a deep breath, Yor leaned forward, her lips meeting Loid’s. ‘I guess your first kiss really does taste like lemons’ Yor thought, but really it was just the lemonade they were drinking beforehand.

The kiss started off as an experimental peck, only lasting a few seconds. Then the kiss started to get a bit longer as they kissed slowly. Yor leaned on his chest, her hand resting on his shoulder. She readjusted herself to straddle across Loid’s lap.

Loid let out a muffled groan as the kiss got more intimate and intense. It made Yor’s heart beat erratically from the faint sound. She wanted to hear him make the sound again. Her hand moved up to his neck and she started to grinded into his hip slightly, causing him to groan again. She wondered how many sounds she could pull out of him.

Her hand went for the collar of his shirt as she slowly worked to unbutton them.

“You’re feeling awfully daring today,” Loid looked her up and down for a moment with a half smile.

“Is it too much?” Yor leaned back, slightly panicked she was getting ready to be told off. He placed his hands on her hips and shook his head.

“No, no I want this,” Loid said, pulling her back towards him.

Yor smiled and leaned over to give him another kiss. Loid’s hands snaked under her tank top as he pulled her closer to him. After finally undoing all the buttons Yor tosses the shirt to the side. The shirt lands somewhere across the living room. Yor’s soft warm lips trailed over Loid’s chest. Loid’s breath hitched in his throat, the feelings of Yor’s lips was tantalizing.

“I think we should move this somewhere more comfortable.” Loid picked her up by her rear and carried her to whichever bedroom of theirs was closer.

Loid gently dropped her onto the bed before kissing her. They both pull off her top and he is quick to cover her newly exposed skin with his open mouth kisses. Yor leans into his kiss, arching her back and resting her hands in his hair. Her hand slowly guided him lower and between her legs.

Loid gets the message and helps her shimmy out of her leggings and underwear. He then places playful pecks up her thighs before finally getting to the sweet spot. Loid looks up at her as if asking for permission.

“You don't need to wait.” she said while her hand ran through his hair.

Loid goes down in her with a determined vigor, his flattened tongue flicking over he clit and caressing her dripping hole. Yor let out dainty moans as she tried to hold in her sounds. Loid didn’t like the fact that she was holding back so he paused.

“Please don’t hold back Yor, you don't need to.” Loid nibbled on her thigh.

“Are you sure?” Yor looked down with an unsure look as she fiddled with the tip of Loid’s ear.

“Definitely.” Loid gave Yor smile and leaned into her touch, then he slightly sucked on her clit making her shiver.

Yor pushed him closer to her mound and held his hand over his which were on her waist. He was slightly lifting her off the bed as he drank her up. She felt like she was getting closer to an end so she squeezed her eyes closed and wrapped her legs around his shoulder.

Yor’s strength gets the better of her and she flips them over. Loid was now under Yor, leaning off the bed a bit with his hands holding Yor’s ass. His eyes were slightly wide with shock, Yor looked down at him with confused eyes.

“Did i do this, i let my strength get the better of me.” Yor thinks to herself with a panic. But there was something with the way loid looked so helplessly hot underneath that was turning her on even more and she wanted…no need to explore it.

She squeezed her thighs against his head. She let out a soft sound as Loids lips explored her inner thighs. Yor rocks her hips against his face before he pats her thigh lightly. She got up from him and went to his pants to take them off. He was completely naked now and with Yor unclipping her bra she was to. She slides her hand on the undecided of his shaft. Loid tenses up a small bit before relaxing and giving in to Yor’s touch.

Yor places a kiss on the tip of his cock with a smile before running her tongue along it. Loid lets out a pleased groan that almost sounded like a whimper. Yor looked up with a sense of pride, she definitely wanted him to make more of those sounds. She starts to slowly suck him off, her luscious lip wrapped around him snuggly.

Yor’s tongue lapping up his precum and going lower to suck in his sack, then a bit further to place kisses over his hole. Loid jumps and looks down at her as he continues to litter wet kisses at his wanting entrance.

She puts her fingers into her mouth and lathers them in her saliva for a few seconds, before sliding one into him. He let out a loud groan as Yor’s finger went deeper into him. A smile grows on her face from his sounds.

“Does this feel good for you, Loid?” she asked while placing a waiting kiss on his tip and adding a second finger.

“Yes…” Loid stuttered, nodding his head then leaning back on the bed. Loid had never been in a position like this… yet he wanted more. Yor was awaking a new flame inside him that he didn't even know could be woken from something like this.

“Do you want more?” Loid’s dick twitched against Yor’s lips.

“Yes! Yor please,” he says with a shaky whimper.

Yor stepped away from loid, and then the bed and headed to the closet. Loid could hear her fiddling around with a box before she turned around and Loid could really see what she had.

“Oh wow… a strap-on,” Loid said, just a little bit shocked.

“Is it ok if we use this… on you I mean?”

“Yes, it’s perfectly okay Yor, just gotta lube up first,” Loid said.

“Of course, wouldn't want to hurt you.“ she slathered the toy with a generous amount of lube and wiped the access onto Loid’s hole.

His gump stump clenched af Yor’s slender fingers swiped the gold gel onto him. Yor massages her fingers in making sure to look for signs of discomfort. When she could see none she slipped in another finger, scissoring them so Loid could get used to the stretch.

“Are you ready?” Yor asked, slipping her fingers out; Loid nodded confidently before he spoke.

“I’m ready,” she slides the 6 inch silicon tentacle shaped toy into Loid’s warm wet entrance.

Loid lets out a loud shaky moan as it slides into him. The ridges and silicon suckers rubbed against the walls of his ass. Pleasure coursed through Loid’s blood straight to his core as the details of the dildo, brushed against Loid’s prostate. The feeling of it was making his neglected cock twitch with excitement. His hand started to reach for it, yet Yor grabs his hands away from dick.

Yor’s thrusts were consistent like the bead of a drum, her hips filled the room with lewd noises as they slapped against Loid’ sweet spot. She slid the dilopidos deep into him hitting his spot over and over.

Her hips oscillated into with a patterned that makes Loid arch his back off the mattress. He lets out a half baked whimper as she moves into him with a hard and even paced. Yor was rocking her hips with a satisfied smile as she watched loid start to come undone.

“Your dick looks like it needs some attention,” Yor’s hand grabbed at his rod and started to stroke him in tune to her thrust.

He was clenching the pillows above him and let out a loud cry. His seed spills out onto her hand with breathy pants. They both look at each other with happy expressions.

“Yor, if you don’t mind me asking when and why did you get a strap?”

“My coworkers said a while back that I should own a strap; you know because the red circus was going around terrorizing people.”

Loid was silent for a moment, sitting in his shock before he spoke, “Now I may be wrong, but I’m ninety percent sue when your coworkers were talking about getting a strap they meant a gun, Yor,”

“Oh…” Yor said, shocked for a moment; Loid started to snicker before her bust out in full laughter, Yor unable to stop herself from laughing also.

“You really surprised me there, I don’t know what I was expecting but it surely wasn’t a tentacle strap-on dildo,”” Loid admitted, scratching his head with confusion.

“Then I guess you could say I took you down a peg.” Yor laughed lightly.

“I suppose so. Anyways we should probably take a shower.” he sits up and pulls her into a smile, hugging her sweetly. He then placed a kiss on her forehead, doing a small stretch before getting up with her.

“Yeah we should… wanna go in together?”

[multismutsblog]

Eric x reader pt 2

"YOU WHAT?!" Arlene shouted.

Last night, you'd managed to walk all the way home. You don't know what came over you. You felt strange, so you just walked. Come Saturday morning, you went to go help Arlene at Bellefleur's like you usually did on weekends for some extra cash. But walking home from Shreveport is not what Arlene was shocked about.

"Y/N. You're telling me that you fucked Eric fucking Northman, then just walked away?"

You nodded nonchalantly, "Pretty much, yeah."

Arlene searched your face for more of an answer but you didn't really have one. You lost your patience with her silence, "Well, what was I supposed to do? Oh, why thank you Mr Northman, Mr Vampire King, that was amaaazing." Your voice lost its fake enthusiasm on your last word.

"Well, no, of course not." She put her hands on her waist in frustration, "I don't know what I would've done." She paused, "What was it like? At least tell me that!"

Your mind was cast back to it; when Eric Northman had you bent over a desk. Even the thought of it made your insides tighten. All you could think to say was, "Like nothing I had ever done before."

Both of you laughed, probably due to similar embarrassment.

"Are you gonna go back tonight?" She asked.

You'd be lying if you told her you hadn't been thinking about it. But you'd decided not to. What were you to expect? He'd be so happy to see you? No, this vampire clearly had minimal emotions. Maybe you'd fuck again, but then you'd have to do that awkward exit again. You thought it would be best to just leave it. Count it as the best one night stand and move on.

"Nah, I'm just gonna leave it. I have a feeling Eric Northman isn't exactly the loving type."

"I wouldn't be so sure. He's got a twisted history, that vamp. One of the oldest vampires I know! And I know that he has definitely been in love before."

You had a feeling Arlene was just trying to comfort you, but you didn't really need it. In the end, Eric was just another random to add to your list. Yes, the best random you had ever had, but a random nonetheless. Your thoughts returned to how you'd spend tonight. A relaxing night in, you thought, would be best. A couple movies and a pizza, and maybe some wine. Yes, wine sounded great.

It's now 00:05 on Sunday morning and you've been up watching films and catching up on crappy television. The pizza box was soggy and cold now, but the smell still lingered quite unpleasantly within the living room area of your small home. You yawned as you checked you watch and decided that seeings as Sundays were the day of rest, you could afford to stay awake for a little bit more time. Maybe you'd turn in at 02:00am… that seems like an appropriate time. Turning on an other episode of Friends, you decided, Fuck it, and grabbed the last slice of cold pizza. Of course the door bell rang as soon as your mouth was full, but you got up to answer it anyway.

You opened the door, hiding behind it a little as you only had an over-sized t-shirt and panties on. It was that female vampire from last night.

"Pam, right?" You asked, taking another bite of pizza.

She rolled her eyes and raised her lip in disgust at you, "Invite me in."

"Why should I?" You asked, closing your eyes. Arlene had filled you in on all of the little vampire tricks, and you weren't about to get glamoured by this vampire-bitch. You didn't have to have your eyes open to know she was probably rolling her eyes again, and raising her eyebrow at you.

"Fine, don't." Pam spat as she turned to walk away.

"Okay, bye!" You called out in a mock cheery voice. Just as you went to close the door she ran back at vampire speed and almost begged, "Just let me in."

"I like it when you beg." You teased, finishing off the slice of pizza, "Beg for me, Pam." You knew she was probably going to kill you after this, but it was worth it to see the look of hatred on her face.

"Please, let me the fuck in."

"Well, you said 'please'. Come on in." As you expected, the moment you said those words Pam was at your throat. She hit your head back against the wall and had you dangling again. This time it hurt too much to smile at her, instead you felt your eyes beginning to bulge out of your head and your throat slowly swelling. Gradually you felt yourself losing consciousness. You kicked and punched out at her but Pam wouldn't let go. You had clearly pissed her off more than you had thought. You tried calling out her name, but it was no use. There was nothing you could do, and involuntarily, your body went limp. Pam dropped you. As you hit the floor, you tried to breathe in but you couldn't. Coughing and gagging you tried to regain your breath. Still on the floor you saw Pam walk slowly around the living room and then place herself on your couch.

Pam stared at you for the whole twenty minutes it took you to be able to regain your voice. Before talking to her, you got up to check yourself in the mirror. Bloodshot eyes and a bruised throat is what greeted you in the reflection.

"Fucking hell." You just about said.

"Can't go to work looking like that, huh?" She was now flicking through a magazine that she had taken from your coffee table.

"What?"

"You look shit, hun. What will the customers say when they enter that cute little clothes store and see you looking like that?" Pam didn't take her eyes off the magazine.

"What? How do you- …"

"Hun, I know everything." Pam got up and approached you. Instinctively you backed away from her, not afraid to admit you were afraid. She raised her eyebrow, as usual, looked you up and down and the brought her hand up to your bruised throat. You flinched away, but cold her hand met your neck gently.

"If only…" Pam whispered.

"Excuse me?" You said, genuinely asking her what she said because it was too quiet to hear and you could still hear your heart pumping in your head from when she was strangling you.

"Come with me." Pam said, turning abruptly and heading for the door.

"Er… can I at least change?" You asked, gesturing to your non–existent clothes. Pam looked you up and down again, "No, he'll like to see you like that."

There it was. Eric was summoning you. Again. Internally you were asking yourself why he was doing so, but decided that the more you thought about it, the worse it would get.

"Fine, let's go see the King then. Again." You shrugged and followed Pam out of the door, grabbing your hoodie as you left.

And there it was again, Fangtasia. Pam ran you through the crowd of people, all of whom stared at you in your inappropriate-for-different-reasons attire. She pulled you until you were standing in front of Eric, again.

"You again." You said.

"Y/N." Eric echoed.

"What is it this time?" You asked as Pam walked away, probably rolling her eyes. Eric's eyes locked onto your own, but he gestured to a foot stool on his left, "Sit."

You looked at the tiny chair, "You want me to sit? On that?"

He nodded, his mouth creasing ever so slightly into a smile.

"And if I don't?" You asked.

"I'll tie you down." He stated, balling his hand that was rested on the arm rest up into a fist. Hearing him talk, even so briefly, about bondage turned you on. You tested his arousal, "And if I want you to tie me down?"

Eric's eyes widen subtly, but you saw it. He didn't say anything but gestured once more to the foot stool. This time you obeyed. The seat was literally only inches off the ground so you sat with you legs together, knees pressed up against your chest. You wrapped your arms around your legs and watched the crowd in front of you. You checked your watch, it was now 00:20 and embarrassingly you were getting bored and tired.

Looking up at Eric, you saw him stare our into the crowd with a severe glint in his eye. What was he looking at? Was he just surveying? What is going on?

"So…" You needed to break the ice, "Is this… fun for you?"

He didn't even look down at you, "Are you a child?"

"No… but I am bored." You shrugged your arms in a 'what am I supposed to do?' kind of way. Eric didn't respond. He just continued to stare.

"Can I ask why I'm here?" You just wanted to do something, and decided talking to him, or at least trying to talk to him was your best bet.

"I wanted you here."

Eric just wasn't giving in. You were so confused. Feeling defeated, you went silent again. Your eyes lost the ability to focus and you stared down at the floor in front of you.

After some time, you weren't sure how long, Eric went to get up. He stood in front of you and offered a hand, "I'm bored. Let's go."

Taking his hand to help yourself up you asked, "Where?"

"To tie you up."

Still holding your hand, he led you down from the stage his throne was placed on and through the crowd. They all stared. Some intimidatingly, some in awe. You pulled your t-shirt down to cover yourself but it was really no use. One male vampire with a tattoo on his neck gave you a smirk.

"Eric?"

He only hushed you. You didn't even try to disobey. With this many vampires staring you down, it felt good to have someone to tell you what to do. What felt like hours later of walking through the club, Eric took you through a door and downstairs into a strange looking basement. There were chains and other unidentifiable metal objects hanging from the ceiling and walls.

"Whoa…" You said, a little afraid, "Eric, I'm not going to lie, I'm not totally into all that domming and subbing shit."

"That's fine, I'm not either." He grabbed you, and in an instant turned you around and pinned you against the wall. His chest was pushed up against yours and he held his face only an inch away from yours.

"You won't need to call me master." He kissed your neck, his hand stroking the bruises.

"You won't need my permission to touch me." He nipped at your neck and pulled your hoodie off of you. Your hands grabbed at his shirt by his waist.

"I will not make you wait until you can cum." His massive hands went up your t-shirt. He didn't need to take off any bras because you weren't wearing one. He gently cupped and grabbed at your breasts. He rubbed his thumbs over your nipples in circular motions, making them instantly erect. Your hands found his trouser waist line and you felt your way to his crotch. His erect cock was pushing against trousers so you stroked it. He groaned into your face before his mouth collided with yours. You felt his arms wrap around your body and you raised your own to go around his head. Eric lifted you up and found yourself in a similar position to yesterday with your legs clamped around his body. He groaned into your kiss and walked you somewhere else in the room.

Eric slammed you down hard onto a soft mattress, raising your arms above your head. He had walked you to a bed, the surroundings igniting more excitement inside of you. He stretched himself on all fours over your body and leant forward to tie your wrists together above your head. As he worked at the rope, his neck was outstretched before your face so you pushed yourself up towards him. You traced your tongue up the strained length of his neck, starting from his chest and you heard him grunt. He looked down at you with his molten sapphire eyes and grabbed your face with his hands to kiss you. Your arms were now tightly bound above your head making it hard for you to move but you loved it. Because you couldn't hold him with your hands you wrapped you legs around his body, pulling him down onto you. He almost laughed, a deep primal noise, as he slammed his mouth onto your own. You moaned onto his tongue and broke away with just enough breath to whisper, "Fuck me, Eric."

He didn't waste a second. Taking off his shirt and trousers, he lay between your legs. His hands slid from your knees, down your inner thigh until he placed one hand over your sex. You were already wet with anticipation. You pushed your pelvis up towards his hand for more friction. Eric ripped off your panties and you moaned, loud.

"Please." You whined.

"I did say I wouldn't make you wait, didn't I?"

All you could do was nod. Eric lay his body over you. You could feel his cock lying across your vagina. The friction felt good as he moved gently up and down your body. Eric grabbed your shirt by the collar and ripped. There was now a tear going down the whole of your t-shirt which he had opened to expose your naked body. He went to suck on your nipple as slowly pushed his cock inside of you. You couldn't help but moan his name out loud as he pushed his full length inside. For a while he stayed there, sucking and nipping at your breast. You bucked your hips for movement and he responded by getting up so that he was almost kneeling in front of you. Holding you by the waist he began slamming himself hard into your soaking vagina. Pulling on the restraints, you screamed. With every pound of his cock your insides tightened more and more. You arched your back as you heard Eric grunt as he pumped in and out of you. He pulled out slow, then forcefully rammed himself in. You could feel the pain of his hands gripping your waist so tight but it didn't matter.

"Y/N," He moaned, "you feel so good." He was grunting and thrusting harder and harder. Without any warning he descended upon you so that his entire body was covering yours. Wrapping your legs around him again, you pulled him closer, wanting him to be even further inside. Eric let out a primal groan and you felt the warmth of his breath against your forehead. He was untying your arms and before you knew it, your hands were in his hair. He grunted as you pulled on his blonde locks.

Suddenly he was sitting upright with you on him still, riding him. Moaning, you rolled your hips and he called your name. His cock was now deeper inside you than it had ever been before. You could feel your wetness under your legs, in between your skin and his. As you rode him, his cock pushed you higher and higher. Your insides became tighter and tighter.

"I'm gonna cum!" You screamed, almost ripping out his hair. Eric's arms pull you even closer to his body so that your breasts are pushed up against him. You looked down at him as he smothered your chest with kisses. Your body still rocking up and rock intensely as Eric thrust over and over again, deeper and deeper. At the moment he looked up at you, he winked and your orgasm took over your body. Arching your back away from him, only his arms kept you from falling back onto the bed. Even as you reached your climax, Eric didn't stop. He continued to pump his hard cock into you, faster and faster. Grunting, he pushed your orgasm until you almost had to beg him to stop. But you didn't need to. With one last thrust, you felt Eric tense as he finished inside you. Overwhelmed by the intense sex you just had with Eric Northman, you were completely exhausted and the moment he lay you down onto the bed, you fell asleep.

[maniacalgenius]

08.17.24, 08.18.24

quick roundup of this weekend before the grind starts back up again tomorrow!

academic:

🧬 finished reading ch 2 of the genetics textbook, did ch 2 quiz (90%, i’ll take it!) and started reading ch 3

🧬 skimmed microbio syllabus and learned that if i am present for all 3 lecture exams, then the final is optional! so i’m making it my goal to absolutely c r u s h those 3 microbio exams so i have one less final to worry about!

🧬 once a year in august i have to go to the alumni center and write a thank-you letter to the board of trustees for my scholarships, and i managed to be on top of things enough to get myself to the first session (of five) which was tonight! huge change from two years ago :)

health:

🌺 i’ve managed to eat much more decently this weekend! won’t enumerate here in case that would rub up against anyone else’s food issues, so in a nutshell i have had pretty healthy snacks and last night i learned how to make one of my mom’s dishes that i really like so i’ve been eating that for lunch and dinner :)

🌺 gotten lots of sleep in the last two days, and am on track to be asleep by 11 tonight!

personal:

🧚 spent a good four hours helping my cousin move back into the dorm yesterday! (most of this time was picking him up, putting his stuff in the car, driving to campus, waiting for him to check in etc etc instead of actual manual labor. also he bought me breakfast with his meal plan!)

🧚 spent an hour and a half helping a friend move into her new place. thankfully this one involved zero manual labor because i was already in my church dress! instead, i helped unpack and organize things and provided occasional comedic relief.

🧚 shoutout to making it to the first thank-you letter writing session. big time management/organization win :)

🧚 gotten my new room to like… 90% done? i still need to get a few things from my house that i’ve forgotten and hang/decide where to hang a couple more things on the wall, but I’m super happy with her :) maybe there will be some pics to celebrate the first day of school…

🎶 song on loop: not really any particular song but i’ve had AJR on shuffle quite a bit the last few days <3

📖 current book: read a little bit more of i have some questions for you while i was waiting for my cousin in the car. not enough to warrant a full-blown page update sadly (read: i’m too lazy to get off the floor and find the book)

🕰️ time focused: who cares!!! the real question is how much time will i focus tomorrow 🫣

nothing much else, just wanted to tie things up in a neat little bow so that tomorrow’s post could be all about the first day of school! have a lovely night, that’s all folks!

xx

[fischerfrey]

Weekend with the Grays 2023;The Winter Solstice

Day 02: The Welcome Ball III an event by @endlessly-cursed characters: malcolm stolberg-burke, primrose gray, lavinia wakefield, harlan rowle briefly mentioned: elian goldcrest by @potionboy3, atticus doherty by @hphmmatthewluther, the kenways and the northmoors by @legilimenace, simon battersea by @unfortunate-arrow, cecilia balinor by @endlessly-cursed

December 5th, 1900

The Ball

The ballroom was decorated beautifully with silver and gold and the mood, Malcolm thought, seemed to be rather jubilant. He and Primrose swayed to the music and Malcolm couldn’t help but think of how far he had come with his dancing lessons. He still wasn’t anything as graceful as a swan but at least there was no fear of him stepping on anybody’s toes. This year he had to manage for himself though, since Elian wasn’t around for secret dancing lessons. The memory of the previous year amused him, and he had to admit he missed his friend’s presence dearly.

December 5th, 1900

The Ball

The ballroom was decorated beautifully with silver and gold and the mood, Malcolm thought, seemed to be rather jubilant. He and Primrose swayed to the music and Malcolm couldn’t help but think of how far he had come with his dancing lessons. He still wasn’t anything as graceful as a swan but at least there was no fear of him stepping on anybody’s toes. This year he had to manage for himself though, since Elian wasn’t around for secret dancing lessons. The memory of the previous year amused him, and he had to admit he missed his friend’s presence dearly.

“Are you having fun?” he asked Primrose in a low voice.

“Yes,” said Primrose. “Though I can’t help but feel like something is bound to go terribly wrong.”

“Well,” mused Malcolm. “If it does, then we’ll deal with it then, but for now, I’m rather enjoying myself.”

“You’re awfully optimistic tonight.”

“I have a good reason.”

“What’s that?”

“You see, my wife is the most capable, charming, and beautiful lady in all of England,” said Malcolm.

“Oh, you must introduce us,” Primrose said and finally smiled.

“I think you might be rather well-acquainted already.”

Primrose laughed, and really, that was always enough to put Malcolm in good spirits.

“I’m glad to see so many of our friends, though,” Primrose continued.

“Me too, especially Atticus,” said Malcolm.

“Yes, and some new faces too,” Primrose mused. “The Kenways and the Northmoors are attending this year.”

“Oh, yes. And Mr. Rowle decided to grace us with his presence,” said Malcolm.

“He’s not all that bad.”

“He’s like a peacock.”

“Well, yes, but Vinnie likes him.”

“Why she does is beyond me…” muttered Malcolm.

“How’s the book coming along Lav?” Vinnie’s current dancing partner Harlan Rowle asked.

“I’ve got half of it written, I think,” Vinnie said. “The wrong half though, I’m afraid. Beginnings are difficult.”

“I’m sure you’ll crack it,” Harlan assured her. “Or if not, then you can always start working as The Viscountess’ cleaning lady.”

Vinnie punched him gently in the arm. “That’s an important job, you snob.”

“I’m sure it is. I wouldn’t do it, though.”

“You’ve never done a day’s worth of honest work in your entire life so no one’s asking you,” Vinnie reprimanded him. Harlan was some years older (and several thousands of galleons richer) than her and thus they hadn’t known each other at Hogwarts, but since graduating, Vinnie and Harlan had become something that one might generously call friends. It was a bit of a surprise, since Harlan was mostly an utter snob, not to mention a complete arsehole, but he could also be rather amusing.

“Alright, alright,” Harlan said. “I’m actually surprised I get invited at all.”

“It’s because Prim–, Lady Gray isn’t as judgmental as some people.”

“No, I’m pretty sure it’s because Malcolm and I are mates.”

“No you’re not.”

“Well, we could be, if he wasn’t such a stuck-up.”

Vinnie punched his arm again and a couple dancing nearby gave them long looks. “Stop being horrible.”

“I can’t, it’s my second nature.”

Vinnie let out a long-suffering sigh.

“I’m just kidding, Lav, I’m so very grateful to our gracious hosts.”

“Good, you had better be.”

“Have you seen a lot of friends?” asked Harlan, changing the subject.

“Well Simon’s here, which is nice, he was on my year,” Vinnie said.

“Not many faces from my year,” noted Harlan.

“Because you’re ancient.”

“Hey, I’m twenty-six,” Harlan said, affronted. “Not ancient.”

“Alright old man,” Vinnie said with a smirk.

Harlan laughed. The song was starting to wind down and he seemed to notice someone behind Vinnie.

“I think someone’s looking for you,” he told Vinnie, and she turned her head to see Cecilia eyeing them from the crowd.

“Oh, thank you very much for the dance, Mr. Rowle,” said Vinnie.

“My pleasure, Miss Wakefield,” replied Harlan and then added mischievously: “Tell Miss Balinor I sent all my love.”

“I will do no such thing; I don’t want you found dead in the lake by morning.”

“Oh please, she secretly likes me.”

“You have a dangerously inflated ego,” Vinnie teased.

“I think it is appropriately inflated,” said Harlan.

“Whatever you say, Harlan.”

[xuminghao-de-qingren]

Part 1

One Friday night, your friend suddenly cancels your supposed Girls Night Out. So you decided to play around with the dating app while doing your self-care routine.

Pairing: the8 x freader; minghao x freader

warnings/tags: explicit sexual content, oral, face-fucking, unedited so there may be missing words or typos

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You were just finishing your day at work, excited to clock out when your friend suddenly cancels your GNO. You were so pumped up and ready to party because recently you've been so stressed about your projects and you need a release but the introvert side of you somehow found joy in it.

As you arrived at your apartment, you decided to relax and meditate in the bathroom. While preparing your bath tub, you were at the kitchen preparing your mini cheese board and pink moscato wine tray. You lit up some scented candles and put your lights at a dim, got into the bath tub and start meditating.

You were not a fan of doing this kind of thing because, honestly, you think its impossible to find peace living in a fast paced influenced society in a middle of a super busy city. You recently were curious about meditating because of your favorite idol, Xu Minghao, from Seventeen.

"Ah, Hao, I sure hope this works." You washed you face a little to feel the warm of your bath water. You enjoyed the soothing fragrance of your bath bomb and scented candles: berries and roses. You hear traffic sounds and some noises from outside your apartment as you keep your mind clear and move along with your meditation process.

5 minutes later, you're done meditating not sure if it worked but this a first so you thought "oh, wells". You grabbed a piece of cheese as you open your phone and browse through a dating app.

"Let's see..hmm" as you swipe left several photos in a few seconds. There's this one guy who caught your attention. He's wearing a white weird looking hoodie, face mask almost reaching the lines of he's eyes while he's trying to make an effort opening them more for a selfie, and eyeglasses, sitting somewhere doing a weird peace sign like a hippie.

"Should I?"

"Umm, sketchy"

"He's photo is unique, tho!"

"His description is a bit catchy too: 🖤🎱"

"NOT!!"

Just when you're about to swipe left, your fidgeting thumb accidentally swiped right.

"Oops" as your face showed an exaggerated regret. "I'll just have to get on with it." You stowed your phone to the bathroom shelf beside your tub and finish off your first glass of wine.

After a relaxing bath, you fancy nothing but to feel sexy for tonight's sleep so you wore your one and only-slash-favorite Victoria's Secret nighties. "Huhu, your're so expensive." As you try it on while looking at your body mirror. This is your kind of self love, while everything else in your mind is chaotic you still manage to prioritize your mental health. "Gotta make the most of this weekend, ugh, sad though I've really wanted to go out." Suddenly you heard a "ding" from your phone and a notice came from the dating app came.

A message from "🖤🎱" came:

🖤🎱: "I'm just wondering how'd you find me attractive after seeing my photo here 🤣"

You: "Well, I think its a fake photo. Lol"

🖤🎱: "Heeey, come on!"

You: "🙃"

🖤🎱: "So what do you need my damsel in distress?"

You: "Guess."

🖤🎱: "Sex"

You giggled quietly. "Of course I'll be looking for sex. Why else would I be pampering myself right?" You reply in thought.

You: "Duh. Lol"

🖤🎱: "Unfortunately, I can't go out to have one tho. 🥲"

You: "Why?"

🖤🎱: "It's a secret."

You: "Okay."

🖤🎱: "Wow, you're a savage one."

You: "Sorry, the truth is I suck at this. I really don't know how to respond. Lol"

You: "Can you teach me, sensei?" - your famous flirting line. Lol

🖤🎱: "Well, first, tell me what are you wearing?"

You: "Wow, what are you? A teenager?!"

🖤🎱: "I'm kidding! I'm kidding! 🤣"

🖤🎱: "But seriously tho, I do wanna know. 🥺"

You sent your selfie that you took a while ago after changing showing your back side.

It took him a while to respond.

You: "Are you still there?"

🖤🎱: "Yeah, sorry."

He calls you through the video call portal of the dating app. You answered. He's wearing a bucket hat, chic glasses, and face mask. You were a bit shocked coz he looks very familiar to you but you did not bother because you were trying to maintain your confidence and flirt around some more. Also, you were bothered why he covered his face so much and positions his phone away from his face so you can see side part of his face and shoulders.

He tries to check your face again.

🖤🎱: "Wait, is that you? Y/N?!"

He sounded so familiar.

You: "Huh? What? You sound so familiar. I How'd you know my name? Stop moving your camera, I can't see you!"

🖤🎱: "Huwaa, it is you! Wow, you're still hot!"

Just when you heard his voice again, your heart skipped and was running fast as you respond.

You: "Hao?!"

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Yep, it was Xu Minghao, he was your high school fling. It was a short while before he started training in his agency then. After that, you lost contact.

You remember your first hook up at your bed room when it was supposed to be a study group session. You were both curious about the deed until it became a fling.

You covered yourself with your blanket as you go on with you video call with Hao.

"Hey, how have you been? And why are you in a dating app?!" You asked.

"Y/N, why are you covering your body. Come on now, I already saw them." His clicks his tongue as he reacts to your body language.

"Oh shut up." You giggled.

"Boo." He replied with disappointment.

"You must be in town since you showed up in my list. Where are you staying now?" You asked him while checking google for Seventeen updates.

"Oh just somewhere, we're currently on a work break." He said while removing his covers and fixing his hair. Then smiled at you looking like a kid who's excited to see his playdate.

"You sly sly sly dog! Why are you in a dating app? Are you trying to get girls vajected tonight? You're so mean." You tease him.

"What are you saying, stop talking and show me those nighties please." He pouts at you.

"No! We're adults now and we're friends. Hold on, I'll wear my robe." You stood up away from your phone.

"No!" He laughs "Don't change please."

"Stop it, Hao." You laughed while walking back to your phone and try to focus on catching up with him.

He clicks his tongue in disappointment again. "Yep, I'm here in town for a while and I decided to spend my break with my family."

"I see." You smiled back. "Then, welcome back, Hao!"

"Thanks." He replied. "So how are you? I assume you don't have someone right now since you're in this dating app we're using." He giggled teasingly.

"Yup, there's nobody right now." You laughed. "Can you introduce me to Jeonghan or Joshua? Hihi"

He replied in a fake smile ignoring your request. "You still look the same! It's like you did not aged. A bit of maturity showing which is a good thing, I think?"

You both feel excited as you try to catch up with each other's life recently.

"Hey, I'm glad to see you today." He said. It seems he's trying to end your call soon.

"Me too." Smiling back at him. At the back of your mind you remember the times you play around. As you feel hot and try to maintain composure, there was an awkward silence.

You heard a long sigh from him and asked: "Are you sleepy?"

"No, I still need to finish these." As you turn your camera showing your serving tray on you bed.

"Shall I join you?" He asked looking like a happy puppy hoping you say yes.

"Sure, you haven't changed at all, Hao. I know what you're up to and I do hope it's not gonna happen. I'll send you my address." Hao laughed at your sarcasm. You ended the call and sent your details through chat. You got up from your bed and changed into your casual clothes. You were so lazy to change so you just put up an oversized sweater enough to cover your night wear.

After an hour, your doorbell rang. "Gosh, it's still 8:30pm?" You walked to your door to see if it's him. He was fully covered in black outfit to make sure no paparazzi could manage to see him. You open your door and greeted him. "Woah, you brought food! You shouldn't have." You took the take-out from his hands and lead him to your kitchen. You busy yourself preparing your wine and snacks.

Meanwhile, Hao's checking out your place while removing his coat and covers. "Nice place you got here. Very you."

"Thanks!" Smiling back at him while carrying the food you prepared on your food tray and putting it on your living room's coffee table.

You both sat down and you enjoyed the rest of your catch up while having dinner and drinks. You reminisced about your silly friends and the things you've done during your high school days and laughed so hard about it.

"I'm glad we stayed friends after 'all' that." You told him still giggling from your last topic.

"Yeah." Hao agreed taking a sip from his wine.

An awkward silence filled the room and your speakers started playing: Fallin' all in you by Shawn Mendez

"You know, we can still do it again. I mean if you want to." Hao breaking his silence in a small tone almost a whisper while looking away.

"What?" You asked shockingly.

"Only if you want to! I'm not gonna force you. You know I'm not like that." He immediately retreated after saying those words.

"Are you asking me to be your fuck buddy just now?" Asking him again.

"Well, hmm.. Ye-es?" Then he paused. "I just thought, what's the reason we're both in a dating app a while ago?"

"Hey, you're an idol and I don't know what you were doing in that app but as for me my reason is valid." You explained in a laughter.

"I'm just looking for a hook up!" Hao reacted childishly.

"While wearing a face mask?!" You tease him.

"No, just someone who I can talk to through a video call.. And uhm, if I get lucky someone might show their hmm.." He bashfully explained while making a gesture of removing clothes. "So you know, I can get my needs.. you know satisfied."

"I see.." nodding your head sarcastically pretending you listen to his bullshit but really he's telling the truth. "Sucks to be you." You laughed at him.

"Hey! Huhu" He said while pouting.

You both laughed. "Let me think about it for a second."

Knowing you, the fact that he's an idol rising to stardom, you don't really care about his status. He's just looking for someone for release with no strings attached. To you, he's just "Hao", the one you met from high school and your friend. It would probably run for a short while since he's just here for a break. He'll definitely go back to Korea for work.

"How long will you be staying here?" You asked him.

"2 weeks? I'm on a break this week and have a few shoots here and there.." Hao replied.

"And this "fling part 2" should only be valid for this schedule?" You asked again.

"Hmm, that depends.." he replied.

"What do you mean?" You asked back.

"Let's just focus on our time right now." He whispered slowly grabbing your hand for a kiss. He rest your hand on his toned shoulder as he kissed your lips and play around with your tongue. He kissed your cheek down to your neck. You can smell his scent, that familiar scent you used from your bath and once again, you felt high on his touch. You definitely remember the feeling, the ecstasy that this thing gave when you were both in high school.

It's getting a bit steamy so you stopped him gently because you can't take it anymore. You stood up and pull him as you lead him to you bed room. You pushed him to your bed. Hao giggled and sat while undoing his buttons showing his well-toned torso. You removed your over-sized sweater and showed him personally your nighties. His tongue clicks in excitement as he pull you and place you on him, sitting on his thighs, and kissed you. His hands are all over the place and enjoys the touch of silk on your body. He touches your back, your waist, and your butt. He moved his lips away from yours and kissed your chin as look up making his way to your firm breast. He moved a bit of your clothing to gain access from your firmed nipple. You moved your arms and hugged him from his head as you enjoy his lips playing on your breast. You brush his hair back and you catch his wild eyes looked at you then looked away enjoying every bit of your soft skin. You focused on rubbing your hands all over his head and shoulders. He moved your body over to his side and dropped you on the bed panting. Your heart raced as you looked at him examining your body once more. He positioned himself over you and kissed you intensely. He removed your top over your head and pulls your panties down until you're completely naked. You placed your arm over your eyes covering it from him, the same thing you did first time with him.

"Hey, really? This again?" He said. "Like I said from last time: don't worry I'll be gentle." He tracked soft sweet kisses from your lips down to you neck, chest, belly button, then down to you clit. You released a soft moan as he started to play around with your pussy. He's so good you shake softly while biting your fingers to avoid making a noise from his licks. "Ni tài shīle, Y/N." He whispered back at your ear.

"Put it in, Hao, please. I want more." You begged. You looked at each other panting as you trail your hands on his torso down to his black denim pants, you felt his erection as he pushed it towards your hand giving you permission to cup it. His eyes locked on you. You undid his zipper and pull down his pants. "Can you show me the way please." He requested. You rubbed him once then lead his hard thing inside you. Hao dropped his face beside yours as you both moan and pant up and down. He likes it slow at first enjoying every inch inside you. You release this kind of heat that makes him so crazy that eventually accelerates your pace.

"Oh my, Hao~" You screamed softly.

"More please, more." You whispered.

"I'm near, Y/N." He said.

"No, let me go first." Asking him to relax.

Hao slowed down his pace. You turned over riding him. He sat down so he can easily kiss your lips while fucking you. You lead him on to your pace as you race to cum first. He's holding you by your waist to assist you as you fuck him. "I'm coming, Hao." You moaned. "Yeah, babe, cum for me please." He replied. Then finally you look up breathlessly as you feel your warm release over him. "Oh, shit." Panting and feeling you. He's still hard inside you. You kissed him and moved out of his erected cock. You went down to his pelvic area and sucked him. "Y/N, you're making me crazy." He said as he enjoys your mouth. He bit his lips as you pace your blowjob well. Your tongue swipes around his head teasing him. "Mmm.." he moaned. His entire length inside your mouth. He can't help but fix your hair up so he can control your face the way he wants to. From here on you thought nothing but to satisfy him and making him cum inside your mouth making you both excited. "I'm coming, Y/N." He moaned and you moved a bit faster. Suddenly, you felt that sweet warm flavor inside your mouth as he holds you on your head while releasing making his leg twitch. You wiped your drools and moved back up beside him tired but satisfied. You both laughed it off and Hao kissed you. "Your so hot, babe." You closed your eyes still awake but resting. You giggled to his flattering comment and replied: "You too. I'm glad to see you back, Hao. Thank you for today." He moved you placing you on his shoulders to a hug. "I'm glad to see you too."

[whentherewerebicycles]

time to declutter my brain by making some LISTS!!!! 

time available to me in the immediate future:

had amazing weekend in pittsburgh! am flying home tonight so will have about 5-6 hours of airport and flight time where i can work on whatever

i have only one meeting & one tiny work task on the agenda for tomorrow so i will have that entire day

wednesday morning is packed with meetings but i’ll be finished by 12 and then will have the rest of the day to run errands, pack, and do other last-minute trip stuff

thursday morning will be a bit of a mad scramble but then i will have 10-11 hours of sustained work time on the plane to use however i want

things i need to get done: 

pre-trip errands. i ordered a shitload of travel clothes & other stuff that all arrived this weekend, so i need to try everything on, decide what i’m taking with me, and drop off all returns before i leave. i also need to buy dog food, water plants, and pay some medical bills.

campus visit. i’ve gotten too far in the weeds with all the prep work and research, which is fine, like i needed to do that reading and thinking, but also now it’s time to step back from it a little bit and start thinking about the pieces i’m going to pull out for the actual talk. the sooner i can get a detailed outline together the less stressed i’ll feel, so i think i may spend tonight’s plane ride outlining by hand (since writing things out instead of typing helps me organize my thinking more efficiently). i want to think about several possible configurations for that hour, and then i also want to create a to-do list so i have a clearer sense of the stuff i need to prep or script in the next couple weeks.

i know i am going to put a lot of pressure on myself to do this “perfectly” or whatever, but i want to try to gently push back against that impulse. i am so prepared for this interview. the presentation doesn’t have to convey absolutely everything because i will have the entire day to answer questions and bring up things i want to mention. my goal is to not get lost into the details but to keep my messaging simple, direct, and compelling. i also read a bunch of articles in the chronicle this morning about how hard it is for universities to recruit and retain talented admin staff right now, and that made me feel a bit better about going into the interview. interviews are two-way evaluations and if they are interested enough in me for this role to invite me to campus, they are also going to be feeling some pressure to make this a positive experience and to convince me that this is the place i want to be.

IUI planning. i test tomorrow but kind of have a gut feeling this cycle didn’t work! i know i’ll be disappointed if the test is negative but i also think i’m so busy with other stuff that i’ll move on pretty fast and be ready to try again. i just need to reach out to my doctor before my trip to see what she thinks about squeezing something in around the travel and the campus visit - the timing will get a little hairy so it might not be worth it to try this month. we’ll see! but i have to do that before i leave as i need to know if i should take the meds with me & i also will need to set up my sister with the info to call the donor bank for me.

fic comments. lol my goal for this last cycle was to do 14 comments in 14 days and i only managed to do 4!! i will cut myself some slack here as when i set the goal i didn’t know about the job interview yet and didn’t anticipate that other stuff would fill all that open time. but i might try to do a few more on the plane tonight - maybe i can get to 7 at least. 

okay! there’s a lot ahead of me but honestly i think i did a ton of good work in march and that has prepared me to roll into a very busy april in a reasonably calm state of mind. i can handle everything that lies ahead. and wow i’m about to have a very cool travel experience too!! and basically two full weeks where  don’t have to think about my current job for even a second! i know i’ll probably be tired at the end of the trip but i hope it’s also a good brain break for me.

[petrifact]

The Cult of the Shard: Summary So Far

So... all my previous posts here have been backdated to the dates in the Write Your First Adventure workshop when I was supposed to have that bit done. This is my first post here that's actually accurately dated to when I'm actually posting it. It's December 1, and I'm supposed to be done with my RuneQuest adventure by now.

I'm not.

My last post before this, at the time I'm writing this, is dated to November 12. Not because it was written on November 12—it was written and posted on November 22—but because well, that's the last day of the workshop I've actually finished the work for. (Well, that's not entirely true; I've done another day or two but haven't posted on Tumblr about them yet, but that's because I decided rather than prioritize posting on Tumblr I'd prioritize working on the adventure, which sounds like a good idea in principle except that I haven't been working on the adventure much either.)

Granted, I do technically have a little extra time; the deadline for inclusion in the workshop bundle is December 8... so I still have another week. Is it possible I'll get it done by then? Yes, if I really buckle down and work on it, it's possible. Is it likely? I'm honestly not sure.

I started off behind, sure, but I sure haven't done much catching up. I thought, hey, I'll have Thanksgiving off work, maybe the following weekend, too; I can get a lot done then. I did indeed have Thanksgiving off work, and the following weekend too, and got very little done. Sure, Thanksgiving itself I was with my family, and the next day too, so maybe I have an excuse for not getting much done those days, but I was home by myself on the weekend and didn't get much done then either, and sure, I could say well I needed some down time off work, I needed to take a break, but I could make up excuses all day and it's not going to help me get it done.

It's not that I'm stuck. It's not that I don't know what to do next. It's just that it's been really hard to make myself work on it. I said before that I had a lot of unfinished projects, and this is probably why. Maybe it's just something about how my brain works. I start on something, I make some progress, and then my brain just... decides it doesn't want to work on that anymore. Why? Search me. Maybe it's because I know once I finish the writing I'll have to do the layout and get it all PDF-ready, and that's something I haven't done before, so at some level I'm kind of apprehensive to get to it. Or maybe it's just the opposite; maybe it's because once I it all planned out, I've statted out the most important characters, and the hard part of the writing is over, the rest seems like just easy busy work and I lose interest. I don't know; I just know that... I really don't want to work on it. I want to have worked on it. I want to get it done. But it's been very hard to make myself sit down and do it.

(Although I've never been formally diagnosed with ADHD, I think it's... very possible that I may in fact have it, which if so may be a strong contributing factor.)

Anyway, though, another thing I know from experience about my brain is that once I do get started on something new and get in the groove, then my brain often decides it wants to focus on that for a while. It's been long enough since I was seriously working on this adventure that it's entirely possible if I do manage to make myself start on it this will kick in and I'll be able to power through and get it done. At least, that's the hope. I'm going to do my best to muster my willpower tonight to actually sit down and work on my adventure like I ought to be doing, and I think there's still a chance I'll be able to put in the time over the next week and get it done, and it won't become just another of my myriad projects I started and never got around to finishing. Here goes nothing...

[garyalanhidalgo]

2. The Opposite Side of the World

“Please don’t let today be the day the roof caves in.”

As if to wake the dead, Fabian Flores banged his head on the indestructible birch desk so it drowned out the kerplunk of the early May drizzle hitting the Hotel Cairo’s roof. A couple of months ago, as the night front desk manager, he would have welcomed the sound as a treat, relaxing him as he waited for his shift to end, especially on Friday nights when he often faked a welcoming smile for the late check-ins, usually there for a romantic getaway. He envied those kinds of guests who packed light and carried their own overnight bags, even if the porters complained about missing tips. Tonight, as he sat in a relatively dry office, two months into his promotion, the Hotel Cairo’s Managing Director received it as a threat. He wished the Grand Old Lady of the state’s famous Cherry Hills could wait a few more months of patch-up jobs while they brought back her old strength.

Fabian sat at the desk for an hour, ignoring that his neck stiffened and legs cramped, engrossed by what he read and reread in the well-loved journal he’d just luckily found behind the bookshelf.

The Hotel Cairo’s founder dated the first page, May 6, 2016, then faithfully updated his thoughts up to 2020, when Mr. Cicero’s health took a turn for the worse. Fabian wished he had known Mr. Cicero longer, but he had only been working there less than a year before he died. Hard to believe that was almost three years ago.

Leo planned to expand their wedding services from hosting the usual one or two weddings a month like they had revolutionized their business conference bookings from an “upon request” service to daily conferences and even business retreats on the weekends. If the majestic Cherry Hills that surrounded them got by for business events, they offered an even more sumptuous setting for exchanging vows, especially in the Age of Social Media.

“What has you so bewitched?” James Carraway’s eloquent voice asked from behind the papers. “I just got done meeting with Xenia. I’m supposed to ask if you’ve contacted Hughie Roman before I send a private investigator after him. She’s eager to get him here to discuss several matters.”

The Hotel Cairo’s lawyer mumbled the last word. Fabian didn’t mind that one matter they had to decide was whether to keep him officially as Managing Director or put out feelers for a permanent one.

James asked the inattentive hotel manager, “How can you decipher those ancient hieroglyphs?”

“Because they’re Leo Cicero’s chicken scratch.” He stashed the book in a drawer.

He finally looked eye to eye with their hotel lawyer. James had gray-green eyes that didn’t blink as they stared back at him. His dark blond hair and five o’clock scruff contrasted with the powder blue linen suit and immaculate white shirt he wore. Fabian noticed he had the same style of blazer and pants in five other colors. Their tailored fit construction showed off James’ lean, muscular build.

Fabian couldn’t remember how long he had been staring. He swung his chair to face the window, away from the lawyer’s view. Did James notice him staring? Did he drool? He swabbed his fingers around his mouth, then looked at his reflection in the office’s only window, which had steamed up so he couldn’t see outside. Checking out his own reflection in the glass, James Carraway met the hotel manager’s deer-in-the-headlights gaze with a bright, flattered smile.

“How did someone like Mr. Roman end up with fifty percent of the Hotel Cairo?” Fabian asked, pretending not to notice his scrutiny. He gulped in desperation and spun his chair back to face James again, thankful the lawyer didn’t let on something was amiss. As a lawyer, James was, he assumed, skilled at faking his emotions.

“You know those Hollywood types. They have to spend their money on something big to brag about. It doesn’t get bigger than a forty-acre estate with a mansion.”

“But he lives and works on the opposite side of the world. Couldn’t he sink his millions into something closer that he could check on?”

“That’s right.” James rested his elbows, then head on the other side of the desk, gawking at Fabian. “Mr. Roman’s never been here. He bought the shares right after Leo passed away. Mr. Cicero left it in his will to sell half the hotel shares as a nest egg to pay for any future improvements.”

“I guess I should know that,” Fabian said, disappointed he hadn’t sought the information before. He should have familiarized himself with all three of the owners, even if Mr. Roman was an undependable no-show.

“I can fill you in on all the complexities of the hotel’s legal history,” James said, sitting back and fooling around with his tie as if the temperature had gone up. “Maybe you want to put a pause on filing? Is that what you’re doing? Why don’t we go for a drink instead?”

James was attractive and helpful, but Fabian drove himself to be discreet, not just because they were co-workers, but because he had more serious issues he needed to worry about.

“A drink?” he asked.

“Relax.” James picked up on his unwillingness. “It’s a business invitation. Is Rosewood Bar neutral enough for you?”

“You’re right. I need a drink.” Fabian changed his mind to James’ relief. “Do you mind me asking how old you are?”

“Forty,” James said. “Am I age-appropriate enough for a friendly drink?”

Fabian got out of his chair and put on his burgundy blazer with the prominent “T-H-C” in gold stitching. He was warming up to the idea of one drink with a coworker, but prayed it wouldn’t worsen into anything else the way things often did after a couple of drinks.

One undeniable benefit of no longer working the graveyard shift was not being asleep at home while the rainbow-colored sunset of the Cherry Hills unfolded outside the Hotel Cairo. Fabian had seen nothing so magical, as if Mother Nature had woven every color into the sky over the misty peaks that dotted the horizon.

“This is the first time I’ve been here at this hour.” He saw guests already entranced by the unmissable view while they enjoyed their drinks on the terrace or inside with them. “No wonder the bar still does so well.”

“I forget.” James led them to the bar, where they perched side by side on comfy bar stools. “As a night manager, you wouldn’t be here until midnight.”

“I’d also be stuck between the front desk and Mr. Cicero’s office unless there was an emergency at another part of the hotel,” Fabian said, as the lights and colors coming in from outside and filling the room overwhelmed him. At a baby grand piano tucked away in a corner, their regular pianist played a dazzling melody to accompany the enchanting time of day. “I actually shouldn’t give myself so much slack now,”

“Do I need to remind you to relax? Even Mr. Cicero would join us here for a drink after we concluded business for the day. He’d always boast about this peculiar view from the terrace, especially during sunset. That God created it for lovers.”

“I never thought it would be so incredible.” Fabian was dumbfounded by the specific words James used, not because he’d read it in Leo’s notes, but because James’ glances and grins lingered a little longer on him.

James nodded at the bartender after she had finished serving the guests who had just come in. Fabian’s face went from a little boy seeing his gifts on Christmas morning to the little boy who broke his mama’s favorite vase. The bartender rested a shiny silver bucket packed with ice and a bottle of champagne sitting inside, waiting to be uncorked.

“We didn’t order this,” Fabian said as the bartender turned to James for further instructions.

“Don’t worry.” James raised his hand and signaled the bartender to go ahead. “I arranged it earlier. A late toast to your promotion. Trust me, it won’t be a human resource issue.” His companion’s legal assurance had somewhat won over Fabian as he started to unwind. There was still something despite James’ adoring expression coupled with the room’s radiance that alarmed him. Maybe love wasn’t for everyone—especially not him.

Before he could refuse, the champagne flowed without caution into two exquisite flutes. The shimmering bubbles and diverting aroma tempted him before he sipped a single drop. He blamed himself for not putting an end to James’ true desire until it was too late. “If you say so.”

“I say so,” James said as he presented a full glass to Fabian and raised the other.

“Well, you aren’t my boss,” Fabian said. It was too late. He already tasted the connection he’d tested. It was something he hadn’t felt in forever.

“And you aren’t my boss.” James pinged his glass on Fabian’s. “Anyway, here’s to your promotion as the Hotel Cairo’s Managing Director.”

“Acting Managing Director.” Fabian tapped James’ glass back and sipped with diligence.

“Semantics,” James assured him. “Leo was fond of you and his ex-wife, who seems to be the only partner still interested in the hotel, handpicked you. It was a shame the hotel had to suffer under what’s his name for three years.”

“Mr. January was a nice man.” Fabian sought to be diplomatic. “He took care of business as usual, but not the hotel’s long-term prospects. Since we’re talking business, I’m curious. Who do you really report to?”

Fabian often wondered about James and Xenia Xavier, who were as thick as thieves.

“The Hotel Cairo, of course,” James answered fondly.

He hadn’t quit staring at Fabian since toasting his promotion. Fabian caught him doing it in the past when he tagged along with his papa for after-hours meetings with Mr. Cicero in his office. Fabian once expected the hotel lawyer to ask him out right away. He never did.

“That’s something we have in common.” Fabian sipped a bit more champagne after James poured a second round. “Our love of the hotel.”

“Then here’s to the Grand Dame of Hannibal,” James said, “the Hotel Cairo. May your shareholders finally meet so Fabian Flores can loosen up and go on a proper date. Not that we’re on one, of course.”

Fabian smiled at James and tapped his glass once more. Its resounding hum heightened the spell he was under. He said, “I hope Mr. Roman feels the same way about his hotel, then we can all pull together and bring it back to its fairytale days.”

“Fairytale days?” James inched his barstool closer, so Fabian now inhaled his fruity, woodsy scent and looked into the depths of his vivid eyes. “Didn’t Leo say that?”

“That’s what he called his happiest times here.” Fabian checked himself. He pulled away even as his associate sidled up without regard. He had to put a stop to it now. “Thanks for the champagne, but I should get back to work. I hope to get in touch with Mr. Roman before you send a P.I. after him.”

“Alright.” The hotel lawyer’s eyes eclipsed and his smile drooped. “Please keep me updated on Hughie Roman. And Fabian?”

“I will.” Fabian stopped in his tracks at the tender way James declared his name. “Anything else?”

James paused, his voice cracking. “Promise you’ll let me take you out to dinner soon. I’d prefer to take you to my favorite restaurants in the city or even downtown Hannibal, but if 24/7 is all you can manage time-wise, I’ll take it.”

Fabian’s pulse hurried. At least he had his back to James since he sweltered as the lawyer awaited his answer. “How about dinner at 24/7 tomorrow? I planned to go over the restaurant numbers with Chef Milos. We can have dinner afterward.”

“Alright,” James yelled. “It’s a date.”

Fabian spun around, grimacing a bit.

“Business date,” James corrected himself as Fabian rushed off. He eyed the half-empty bottle of champagne sitting in front of him as if it was urging him to finish up. “Business date.”

* * *

The office door squeaked open, and Fabian half-expected Leo to greet him.

He looked at the tarnished brass wall clock with the Roman numerals hanging to the right of the desk. It would no longer be business hours on the West Coast, or evening yet. He would try to call Hughie Roman again before James sent a P.I., which might only drive him further away.

He dialed the number that after two months, he’d committed to memory. It rang six times and still no answer. Fabian was about to hang up when a distant, exhausted voice eventually answered, “Hello?”

“Mr. Roman, I’m glad I finally reached you,” Fabian blurted. He feared losing his breath before Hughie Roman finally lost interest and hung up. “This is Fabian Flores, Acting Managing Director of the Hotel Cairo.”

“Acting Managing Director? What happened to the last guy who called last year?”

“I want to invite you to attend the annual shareholders’ meeting next week.”

“Next week?” Mr. Roman sounded annoyed already. “That doesn’t give me much notice. I may have auditions booked then.”

“Sir, I’ve been trying to reach you for two months. I wanted to give you a lot of advance notice. I’ll have Redwood Lodge prepared for your stay. It’s the hotel’s largest cabin home and is reserved for the majority shareholder. In case you forgot, that’s you.”

“I haven’t forgotten I own fifty percent of the Hotel Cairo. Believe me. I haven’t forgotten. I’ve been meaning to visit your hotel, but could never find the time with my busy shooting schedule. I’ve appreciated that it’s making money and, of course, the regular dividends prove useful. However, they aren’t nearly enough for me to hold on to my shares.”

“Maybe the opportunity to triple your investment would convince you to hold on to them a little longer.” He heard the other man read off some numbers. He must’ve used his fingers and toes to do the math. 

Mr. Roman finally answered, “Triple would be nice. How long would it take? I don’t have time on my side these days, Fabio.”

“It’s Fabian,” he corrected the weary voice. “And neither do I. All I ask is that you come to the partners’ meeting so I can make my presentation in front of all the shareholders. Please.”

“So the other partners will be there.”

“There’s only three of you.”

“Would they be interested in buying my shares?”

“Why don’t you visit us first before you decide?” Without meaning to, Fabian had grasped a handful of his hair.

“Then you can ask Miss Xavier or Mr. Holden face to face if they’d be interested in increasing their ownership.”

If he hadn’t had doubts about the survival and the success of the hotel before, he had plenty of them now. Hughie Roman sounded sleepy and even broken, although it was just early evening in his time zone. Maybe he had a long day of shooting. He shouldn’t forget their majority shareholder was an actor. Maybe a successful one who was too busy to return his calls. He had to be to buy half the Hotel Cairo.

“Good idea.”

“Let’s discuss everything before you make an …” Fabian thought he had finally convinced Hughie Roman to at least give him a chance had it not been for one careless adjective. “Impulsive decision.”

“Impulsive?” The once passive voice was now full of vitality and worse, defensive. “Who says I’m making an impulsive decision? I’d like to talk to your lawyer instead of you about selling my shares then.”

“I meant to say final.” Fabian’s voice cracked as he tried to redress his incorrect choice of words. “Final decision. If I haven’t convinced you that it’ll be worth holding onto your shares, then I’ll gladly do everything to help you sell them at the best price.”

The word sell was a dagger in Fabian’s heart. He refused to even entertain the thought.

Fabian Flores prepared to fight.

“Fine. I’ll go to your shareholders’ meeting. Expect me there by the end of the week. I’d benefit from a mini-sabbatical before the shindig.”

“That sounds better, Mr. Roman.” Fabian rejoiced in the opportunity to win over Hughie Roman before he did something foolish with his shares. “I’ll email you the details.”

“You do that, Frodo.”

“Fabian.”

“I’m sorry, Fabian,” the actor said the correct name. “I’ve been trying to be better at remembering names.”

With that, Mr. Roman hung up.

There was something else about Hughie Roman and their conversation that made Fabian Flores certain Leo Cicero would have loathed the man determined to sell his legacy.

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[annieintheaair]

Love didn't hurt you, somebody who didn't know how to did.

One of my coworkers started calling me "Annie the Bright". She thought it would be fun to come up with Viking names for everyone and she settled on that one for me. Last night, she messaged me with this image:

I was so touched by her sending that because it made me realize how people see me at work. Even on my worst days, I do my best to bring the light to work. I think sometimes that's what I like about going to work-- getting to be this person that I don't get to be all of the time.

My job has taught me a lot about faking happiness even when I'm not. I've had so many days at work where I want to cry and I've somehow managed to hold it all together and spread happiness amongst my coworkers and passengers. Sometimes, faking happiness actually makes you feel happier.

Last night I went to dinner with my sister and her family for my niece, Lucy's birthday. By the time I got home, I was ready for a glass of wine so I took a shower, put on my pajamas, and then watched TV and drank wine until around 11pm. I always feel like I should go to bed early on the nights when I'm home but then I can't and it's probably better that I don't so I can stay on schedule when I'm at work.

This morning I had a quick meeting with my coworker for my side job and then got some work done before running errands around town. I had been craving a poké bowl all weekend so I finally made it to the poké place to pick up one for lunch.

It has been a pretty chill afternoon, watching TV, and working, and I even squeezed in a nap. After a few nights off, I go back to flying tonight but only for one night before May kicks off with lots of trips.

I've had a lot of time lately to focus on things that are important to me and think about my life goals. I've done a lot of reflecting, too. I was thinking the other day about how sometimes we want answers. We want to know the truth about everything because we feel like if we know, we can learn. While I was able to get closure from Dan exactly two years ago today, sometimes closure comes in other forms.

There will be people in your life who will hurt you and then think it's not enough and try to hurt you even more. For years, I wanted to know the truth about James and why he left the way he did. The reality is, I'm certain that he cheated on me and was too much of a coward to admit it so he ran away and disappeared instead of actually facing the consequences of his actions. I tried to ask him last week and the silence I received in return was a confirmation of everything I had suspected. I don't think he wants to hurt me anymore and is afraid that the truth will hurt me all over again. Maybe, it's best that I don't hear it from him. I thought about wishing him a happy birthday today but then decided against it.

In my 34, almost 35 years, I know what love is. I think a lot of people think they know but they really don't. Maybe not knowing isn't entirely their fault. Maybe they didn't grow up ever feeling like anyone loved them or always kept their distance to prevent themselves from feeling anything. Maybe Todd thought he loved me but actually didn't because he didn't know what it was.

Love is a choice and it's unconditional. Despite everything Dan and I went through over the years, even long after we had broken up, I never stopped loving him. He knew everything about me and loved me anyway and I felt the same about him. I know he meant it when he said it. He grew up with kind, amazing parents. When he passed away, I wrote a letter to his parents and his mom wrote back to me. I'll probably keep that letter forever. It feels like the last string left holding me to him. In my letter to them, I told them that I always loved him, which was the truth. Regardless of everything, part of me would always love him, even if just as an old friend.

I actually feel sorry for people like Todd who may never know what love really is or how to make a relationship work. Even though I'm angry and honestly kind of ashamed and embarrassed that I ever wasted my time with him, I do feel bad for him. I tried to love someone who could never love me back because they simply didn't know how to. I think that's my weakness sometimes -- wanting so badly to show others love so that they can experience it, too. I desperately wanted him to know what it meant to love someone and for once in his life, experience the feeling of being loved.

Right now, I'm enjoying this time to myself, free from a relationship, where I can just be me and do anything I want to do, without having to consult someone else. Maybe, in the future someday, I'll meet someone who knows what love is and can give it back to me the same way I've always given it to others.

xoxo

Annie