#but the biggest part of me was just immediately filled with genuine joy

[homosociallyyours]

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[pixelplayground]

hi pxl! how are you? i think i've mentioned before but you are my absolute favorite builder. i have your notifications on from how much i love seeing your builds and decor, and your posts always bring me joy and inspiration. no matter the size of the download, i'm always gonna get your builds in my game. i was wondering: who are YOUR favorite builders and biggest inspirations? do you ever play in houses buit or decorated by someone else?

Hello @nightingalesoul,

I am doing well thank you for asking, how are you? Sorry it has taken me a few days to get back to you on this one, I spent a lot of time thinking about it! First thank you very much for the compliment, it's truly appreciated.

Second, this was kind of an exercise in realizing that most of my favorites left the sims community =( I approach inspiration a bit differently in that I consciously limit my consumption of other people's builds because I feel it allows for better creativity on my end. I usually get very inspired simply by shopping new CC. I will see a new item and get many ideas of where and how I would like to use it, what the room would look like, or immediately think it checks the box of something I wanted but wasn't available, so I tabled an idea, etc.

As far as other people's builds, I do sometimes use other builds to fill up my worlds, but my primary gameplay residences are always my own builds because that's the part of playing that I find most rewarding. I use builds by @the-huntington, @indoorsim & @bellavitasims. Their lots are always detailed, realistic and fit with my general style ❤

One of the builders I most admire is @ardazek - the level of detail and patience blows my mind, they're sorely underrated and deserve a lot more recognition in my opinion. It's rare for me to see builds that I don't think I'd be able to do myself if I wanted to, but I am genuinely taken aback by the execution here. It's more than just good CC selection; the actual core building skills are very advanced to achieve those builds within the game's limitations.

I also love @simoodlet, even though she only posts a few times a year, adore everything she does.

As far as gameplay, I have always been in love with @ohhiplumbob ❤

[tommyspeakycap]

Can you do a jealous John stones please 🥺🥺🖤

jealous stonesy coming right up! feel like john is the quick to get jealous type :) this gif does things to me

Black Tie Turbulence

John’s hand is both a constant and comforting presence on your lower back from the moment you both stepped out the car. He’s careful with his feet to not step on the bottom of your beautiful long dress that was matched in colour to that of his delicately placed pocket square.

“Aren’t you two a sight?”

John leads the turn so you can both face Kyle and Annie, also both dressed to the nines and offering each of you a glass of sparkling champagne. “The heels are already a killer,” you joke, making Annie giggle immediately. Heels were a must for almost all black ties, but more so when your boyfriend is an absolute giant.

It was a charity ball that a good few England and their players had been invited to, mostly in order to try and sweet talk the donors into giving more of their money than they originally would. You had gotten used to these events and liked to think you had actually gotten very good at sweetly chatting the vendors into emptying the metaphorical pockets. John wasn’t the world biggest fan of these events, but he knew they had to come hand in hand with the joy of doing what he loves each and every day. Plus, he gets to see you all dressed up. That’s good enough for him.

“I’m gonna go see if I can grab another drink.” You tell John, leaning up to press a chaste kiss into his jaw. He nods, eyes following you intently as you walk off with your heels clinking and dress swaying. “Earth to Stones.” Harry Kane waves, clicking his fingers to get the defenders attention. John shakes his head with a soft chuckle. “He’s fucking whipped, mate.” Kyle laughs heartily, eliciting similar laughter from Kane and his wife.

You stood up at the bar as the tuxedo glad bartender went off to collect your order for you when an older man appeared next to you. He too was looking to order a drink. “I hear the sambuca shots are exquisite this year.” You suggest with a teasing grin and a sparkle in your eyes, very successfully gathering the full attention of the silver fox who you had turned to face. He chuckles, eyes meeting yours as his tongue hits out to lick his lips. He was probably in his mid fifties, so you didn’t feel gross for a little bit of flirting to get some cash for a children’s charity.

“I’m just joking,” you note softly, “But the whiskey is fantastic.”

He nods, a smile overtaking his pink lips and stretching his face to fill a happy 60 years worth of laughter lines. He seemed truly sweet, not that you were at all interested. But he wasn’t sleezy, didn’t have a wedding ring in and looked a little younger than you knew he was. A little bit like Patrick Dempsey, actually. “A woman after my own heart.” He responds, flagging down the waiter for two whiskey’s.

As you got to talking, you learned he was a CEO. You had always been in awe of the kind of money that John had immediate access to in his bank account, what with you still paying off student loans and such until John took went behind your back and payed them off with an insistence that “his girl shouldn’t be worrying about anything ever.” But this man had even more money than that, you suspected. He just screamed out overpriced whiskey, fancy holidays, houses on every continent and boatloads of cars that you hadn’t even heard of. Yet, he seemed very sweet. You told him about some of the work you had gotten up to on a year abroad doing aid work during your second year of uni and he had been extremely curious about it, genuinely listening which shocked you significantly.

John would have said it was because the way that you spoke, completely captivatingly as you got lost in your own stories. You made people feel as though they were part of the adventure, drawing them in and leaving them hanging on every word. Most would claim that you were the only reason John still got invited to these black tie charity events because he certainly wasn’t so good at wooing older men out of their money.

“You’re definitely a whiskey lady, then.” You nod your head at the statement from the older man, a small laugh as you remove your hand from his arm that you had reached for when he made you ‘laugh’ with his last joke. “Mhm…well travelled, beautiful, very elegant and clearly incredibly loved.” You furrow your brows slightly his words, eyeing him carefully in search of their meaning. He leans in slightly, his eyes soft with a kind smile of his face. He nods his head behind you, “He’s been watching you since the moment I stepped up next to you.”

Your eyes land on John when you turn around, trying to look as though he wasn’t watching the interaction intently with those fiery blue eyes. You giggle to yourself with a soft sigh. “You made an old man feel incredibly young again,” he begins with genuine joy in his eyes. “You could change the world with that heart. It’s that reason and that reason only that I’ll be making such a hefty donation. None of this wining and dining, fancy ballroom party they’ve thrown. Passion,” he pauses, “Your kind of passion for better is what this is all about. But I reckon you best get back to the man who looks like he’s going to eat me alive.”

His words were touching and incredibly sweet, but the end was also true. You could hear your boyfriend’s footsteps approaching at a pace that might make you question his fifa rating from last year. You turn yourself back around to offer a thank you for the donation in your name, but all you see is that head of salt and pepper hair disappearing off into the crowd. John has suddenly remembered why he hates these things so much. You’re very clever at getting exactly what was needed from these men and you had no shame at all for flirting with them. If you had it, why not use it? You always said.

Despite knowing it meant nothing, it still sent John absolutely crazy and though you’d never admit it, that was one of the biggest reasons you did it. He used to bring you these things as his friend before you had started dating, which was very coincidentally where he burst and told you he loved you when you had asked what had irritated him so much afterwards.

His jealousy wasn’t something you exactly regarded as a demon, a little bit more of a treat.

Seeing him hot and bothered, angry flush to his cheeks with his jaw set firm and his muscles tense in irritation. It was beautifully hot.

“Flirting with older men again, eh?” He says sharply, his eyes burning a hole in you with the fire of their irritation. You shrug nonchalantly and take a sip of your drink. “Not a big deal,” you hum softly in response, watching carefully as anger flickers through his eyes. He turns his back to you with a scoff and a shake of his head, grumbling something under his breath.

“We’re going.” He states. You roll your eyes. “Oh don’t be like that, John.”

“Like what, eh?” He presses, still not turning to look at you.

“All angry and shit, it’s not a big dea-“

John isn’t having it. He whips around quickly, using his large body to press you back into the bar and takes the drink from your hand with ease when you still, enjoying a sip of it before he places it down on the bar, out of the way easily with those long arms. His hands come down to hold onto the dark mahogany surface of the bar top, trapping you with your back against it between his arms and your front against his chest. “Not a big deal?” He challenges, being careful to wedge his thigh in between your legs, he presses it up against you.

“It’s all for charity, John.”

Your face remains unchanged as you look into his eyes, darkened by lust with his pupils swallowing the blue of his iris.

“I don’t care,” he rumbles, his voice low, reverberating through your ear where he had loved his mouth to, his lips and hot breath tickling your neck with each word he speaks. You open your mouth to response, but John sees this and ceases the opportunity he has primed himself for so you can’t speak before he does. The words are lost on your tongue, dying before they ever have the chance to exist when he flexes the muscles of the thigh between your legs, tightening and pushing it up against you. He swallows your squeaky whimper with his mouth over yours.

“You’re mine.” He growls against your lips, continuing to make his presence between your legs known, very very known. He does pull back k slightly though, his darkened smirk flattering to a soft smile as he tilts his head to take in your rosy cheeks. “My sweet, kind girl.” He coos, lifting both his hands to cup your cheeks, thumbs smoothing over the soft surface. You giggle at his words, blush deepening. “Seriously though, love,” he hums, “Hate the action, love the cause.”

That prompts another giggle, your head falling to rest on his chest gently. His hands strokes over your hair softly as his lips press down on the top of your head.

“Not mad?” You query, listening in to the soft and slow thud of his heart against your cheek. John has moved you effortlessly to the ballroom dance floor from the bar with only a few backwards steps, letting you lean in against his chest again. “Little bit, of course.” He replies.

John has his arms wrapped tightly around your body to keep you flush against him in every way, swaying back and forth in time with the music.

To any onlookers, it would appear as normal, mundane and incredibly sweet to see the relatively young couple enjoying each other so close on one of his few nights off. Truly, it was adorable when you factored out the reason for the proximity John keeps to your body.

“John?” You lilt, your voice a daring misfire between sweet and sultry. “Mhm?” He rumbles in response, keeping his cheek rested on the top of your head. “Your hard-on is pressing into my stomach.” He chuckles to himself, your words too quiet for anyone else anywhere near to eavesdrop on but enough to flush his cheeks ever so slightly.

“And I would much rather it was in some far more pleasurable places.”

John does not need those words explained to him, nor does he waste even a moment leading you hastily off towards the exit of the ballroom, sure that he could find somewhere in this venue suitable enough to let everybody hear just who you belong to.

[textsfromthetva]

Finally...

Title: Designated Breaks

Pairing: Loki/Mobius/Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 3,3k

Summary: Reader pegs Mobius while Loki watches. I don’t know what else to tell you, that’s pretty much it.

AO3 Link

“Where did you even get these?” Loki asks you, frowning as he rummages through the toys. “I mean, you never leave the TVA... and I doubt they are purchasable in the commissary.”

You silently raise an eyebrow at him while carefully untangling the leather harness you dug out from the same box. ‘Take a guess’ is heavily implied.

So Loki continues, his voice ponderous. “Which means...” he looks up at Mobius, a smile slowly spreading on his face as he figures it out. “You brought them back.”

Mobius, sitting on the edge of his bed, wearing only his underwear and his shirt, unbuttoned, blushes. “Look at you,” he says. “Using deductive reasoning. Almost like a proper agent.”

Loki scoffs. “I’m not-” he catches himself, realizing that Mobius is deflecting. “But you never leave this place either, unless you’re going on a mission...” he trails off, his smile widening. “You got a hold of these while out in the field. What did you do, sneak off to the nearest sex shop while the Hunters were busy? Hide them in your pockets?” He picks up the largest dildo of the bunch. “Surely it would be difficult to carry this on your person without anyone noticing.”

“I had a bag with me,” Mobius replies, cheeks growing more and more red.

Loki laughs, obviously delighted. You’ve come to appreciate the sound of his genuine laughter, the one devoid of scorn or darkness. Sure, he’s taking joy in teasing Mobius right now, but there is no trace of malice in it. “So you came prepared,” he says. “You planned it. Tell me, what would you have done if someone found out? Went through your little bag of goodies?”

“I would have claimed it was related to the mission,” Mobius promptly answers.

Loki’s smile could light up a room. “Ah, so what you’re saying is, there was absolutely nothing spontaneous about these purchases.”

Mobius tries to keep a straight face but fails spectacularly. “No,” he admits.

Loki hums, running slim fingers over the array of sex toys. “I must admit, I did not see this coming.”

“Well that just shows an extreme lack of imagination on your part,” you say. “Now, why don’t you pick one for us?”

Loki looks pleasantly surprised. “Why thank you for trusting me like that, Agent.” He speaks the title like it’s a regular name by now. He still doesn’t know your real one, and you intend to keep it like that. “Does he get a say?” Loki asks, nudging his head in Mobius’ direction.

Mobius lowers his chin, face bright red even as he stares Loki down. “Do your worst, kitten.”

Loki chuckles and picks up a dildo. It’s black in color, but shaped like a real cock, veins and all. It’s not the biggest you own, but it’s large enough to be noteworthy, and it matches your plain black panties. Loki turns it over in his hands, judging the weight and size, and eventually he makes a low noise of approval. “This one, I think.”

You’re knelt on the bed next to Mobius, and so you get to see his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows. Loki has inadvertently picked one of his favorites.

You grin at the trickster god. “Excellent choice.” You hold out your hand, and Loki passes you the dildo. “Now, let me show you how it’s done.”

Loki smirks. “I cannot wait.”

Nervous tension is practically coming off Mobius in waves, so you drop the dildo next to you on the bed and put a finger under his chin, urging him to turn his face so you can kiss him. His edginess lessens almost immediately as he turns his body towards you and melts into the kiss, only trembling a little when you stroke your hand down his neck and help him out of his shirt.

One of these days you may stop constantly keeping tabs on Loki during these sessions, but not yet, so even as you and Mobius’ kisses grow more heated, and his heavy breathing fills the air, you make sure to listen to Loki moving around the room. When you hear him dragging a chair across the floor, you open one eyes and spare him a glance out of the corner of it. He has picked the only armchair Mobius owns and placed it far enough from the bed to signal his readiness to remain a spectator for now. He sits down. Well, slides into the seat with annoying elegance, hooking one leg over the armrest, legs spread wide. He looks very appealing like that. It doesn’t hurt that he’s already hard, the outline of his erection clearly visible through the tight fabric of his trousers. He doesn’t move to touch himself though.

Mobius must have sensed your momentary distraction, because he makes an impatient sound and presses his body closer to yours.

“Sorry, love,” you mutter against his lips, stroking your fingers through his hair while your other hand travels along his side with enough pressure to avoid tickling him. Mobius hums with pleasure, delighting in your undivided attention as you kiss him and trail your fingertips in random patterns over his upper chest. You do love his body, all pliant flesh and smooth skin. Loki might be strikingly beautiful, his lean frame looking like it was carved from marble be an artist with a crush, but Mobius is yours, from the soft lines of his belly and love-handles, to his full lips and twinkling eyes. A sudden rush of possessiveness rushes through you and you tighten your fingers around the curve of his hip while grabbing a handful of his hair, pulling it to make him arch his head back. You trace your lips and teeth down the column of his throat, leaving red marks that won’t be faded entirely by the time you all leave here. You’re normally not this brazen. People might notice. They might think Loki did it. But you’ll know it was you, and that’s what matters.

Mobius obviously approves as well, because he moans deeply, a hand coming to rest on your thigh while the other gropes at your shoulder. “Please,” he breathes.

You could ask him to elaborate, make him use his words, but you can sense his growing desperation, and decide to indulge him this time. You hook your fingers under the waistband of his underwear and give it a little snap. “Off.”

Mobius moves off the bed and to his feet. Standing where he is, you find yourself tantalizingly close to his very hard cock when he gets the underwear off. It’s just too tempting, too easy, to grab his hip with one hand and his dick with the other, stroking the impressive length and looking up at him playfully. He lets out a shuddering breath but meets your gaze, his eyes dark and pupils wide. His hips sway back and forth, not thrusting per se, just gently following the rhythm of your languid strokes.

You lean forward, and Mobius inhales sharply when you swipe your tongue over the head of his cock, licking away the precome that had formed at the slit. You’re tempted to take him into your mouth, but you’re afraid you won’t be able to stop once you’ve begun, not until he has come, and that’s not the plan. Instead you press a kiss to his lower stomach and murmur, “On all fours. Now.”

While Mobius scrambles to obey, you take a second to check on Loki. His right hand has moved, now resting on his upper thigh, thumb idly stroking along the edge of the tent in his pants. “That was cruel, Agent” he says once he notices you watching him.

“You obviously haven’t seen me be cruel,” you reply.

Loki’s grin reminds you of a shark. “Another time, perhaps?”

You like this, the banter, but Mobius in now on his hands and knees on the bed, and that’s a lot more important. His body is trembling, and he almost jumps when you touch his hip. He’s not usually this high-strung, but having an audience, having Loki as an audience, is obviously affecting him more than you had assumed it would. You can’t decide whether you like that.

Jealousy is an ugly thing, you decide, as you reach for the lube that you left on the bedspread. Plus, you’re the one who’s trailing your lube-slick finger down the cleft of Mobius’s gorgeous ass moments later, while Loki is only allowed to watch, so who is the real winner here?

Mobius’s breath is turning ragged, and when you push a finger inside him, it hitches. You let out a soothing sound and just like that he exhales, muscles relaxing as he spreads his thighs and drops down on his elbows. So beautifully responsive, rocking back and forth as you work a second finger into him, and then a third. He’s tight, as always, but you’re nothing if not patient and dedicated to his pleasure, murmuring words of encouragement and stroking his flank with your free hand, keeping focus even as you hear the sound of Loki’s zipper being pulled down. A moment later a soft exhale lets you know he has taken himself in hand. You’d look, but you’re currently transfixed by the blush spreading across Mobius’ shoulders and the back of his neck. Sweat is starting to glisten on his skin and you lean down, dragging you tongue along his spine.

“Ready?” you ask.

“Yeah,” Mobius replies. “Very.”

Getting into a strap-on harness with one hand slippery with lube isn’t easy, but you’ve got no small amount of practice. When everything is in place, you shuffle up to Mobius, who shifts his legs, spreading them far enough to allow you to kneel between his knees. You use one hand to line up the dildo while the other holds his hips steady, then you carefully push forward.

Mobius lets out a gorgeous noise, quivering under your hand as the dildo disappears into him by tiny increments until you’re fully buried inside him, your hips pressed against his backside. Off to the side, you can hear Loki’s breathing growing more labored. You pull back, and then push forward again hard enough to make Mobius gasp. Another sharp thrust, followed by half a dozen slower ones, and he’s already moaning needily, rocking back to meet you. You grab his hips to hold him steady.

You know just how he likes it; how he loves the build-up from slow and measured to hard and desperate, and you give him exactly what he wants, leisurely rocking back and forth to begin with, looking down to watch the dildo sliding in and out of him, which has no business being as hot as it is.

You make the mistake of glancing over at Loki, and almost falter in your established rhythm. He looks amazing. Face flushed, hand carefully working his hard cock in time with your thrusts. His trousers are barely pushed clear of his hips. At some point he has unbuttoned his shirt, and his free hand is resting on his chest, fingertips circling his nipple. He notices you looking, and his face briefly lights up under the weight of your attention, a sly grin spreading over his features. He somehow manages to sprawl out further, the movement of his hand speeding up, his breathing even heavier and faster than it was before, eyes still fixed on you and Mobius.

You decide to follow his example. Your abdominal muscles and hips are starting to ache a little from the effort, but you ignore the discomfort in favor of picking up the pace. Mobius obviously approves, his moans getting increasingly wanton. When you snake one hand around his middle and press your hand against his stomach. he obediently moves until he’s sitting upright in your lap, back pressed tightly against your chest. This new position is easier on you, allowing you to shallowly thrust up into him, while he helps keeping the rhythm by moving up and down on his own. It also makes the dildo hit his prostrate with each thrust, and the desperation in his movements and mewling moans reflect this fact.

“How does he look?” you ask Loki, your voice strained.

“Beautiful,” Loki answers without even a moment’s hesitation. “The both of you... you’re beautiful.”

You don’t know why, but that last part makes you smile, and you press your face against the back of Mobius’ neck to hide your expression from Loki. You reach for Mobius’s cock, wrapping your fingers around it and letting your hand follow the rhythm of your increasingly erratic thrusts. Mobius lets out a sound of pleasured relief, head lolling back to rest on your shoulder. The position puts your mouth in reach of his throat, and you place a wet kiss there, before biting down where his shoulder meets his neck.

Mobius gasps, twists his hips, and comes with a long groan, spilling all over your hand and his sheets. His movements falter, but you pick up the slack, thrusting up into him, letting him ride out the pleasure. You only stop once you feel him shudder with overstimulation, dropping your weight down on your heels just as Mobius’ thighs give out as well. You support the both of you for a little bit, one hand on the curve of Mobius’ hip, the other caressing his stomach, but then the adrenaline starts fading, and it becomes too hard to keep you both upright. Mobius notices your discomfort and very carefully drops forward onto his hands and knees once more, allowing you to pull back. When the dildo slides out of his body, Mobius makes a sound of discomfort, so you lean forward and place a kiss on his lower back. “You did so well, sweetheart.”

Mobius makes a satisfied noise, flopping down on the bed and rolling over, exposing you to the sight of his thoroughly fucked out expression, the glow of pleasure and relaxation that’s painted clearly on his features and the way he stretches his body.

“Agent.”

You turn your attention to Loki. In all the excitement, you have somehow missed him reaching his own climax, which makes you unexpectantly disappointed. Not that this sight isn’t attractive as well. His muscles fully relaxed for once, limps splayed out, his normally pale skin flushed with residual arousal. And there’s the whole thing where he is slowly licking his fingers clean om his own come. Can’t forget that part.

“Yeah?” you ask. You realize that you still sound breathless and tense.

“I would very much like to make you come.”

You inhale slowly, pretending to consider it. “If you wish.”

Loki is on his feet in an instant, crossing the distance between you in three long strides while you move to the edge of the mattress. He effortlessly drops to his knees by the side of the bed, helping you out of the harness when nimble fingers, tossing it and the dildo over his shoulder once it’s free of your legs. Your panties quickly follow, and you don’t even get the chance to shift forward, Loki’s hands are already on your hips, firmly pulling you straight to the edge of the bed and pressing his lips to your cunt without preamble. You let out a strangled moan, only now realizing just how sensitive your arousal has left you. When Loki slides two of his impossibly long fingers into you, you let yourself drop backwards onto the mattress.

He doesn’t tease for once, licking firmly at your clit while steadily thrusting his fingers in and out of your cunt. It’s a tried-and-true strategy, and within a minute your back is arching off the bed, your fingers burying themselves in Loki’s hair, needlessly holding him in place as you stubbornly try to keep as quiet as possible. Like he doesn’t know the effect he has on you, like he cannot feel your thigh muscles quivering while your cunt tightens around his clever fingers. Just when you think you cannot stand it any longer without falling apart, Mobius appears in your field of vision. His hair is still wild, his eyes bright, and when he kisses you, his mustache tickles your upper lip, a feeling so familiar to you that you sometimes dream about it. You reach up one hand up to clutch at his shoulder, holding onto Loki’s hair with the other.

You’re not proud of the way you cry out the god’s name when you finally come, but no one is perfect.

By the time you’ve regained your senses, Loki, now devoid of his clothes, is climbing onto the bed and into Mobius’ arms, wrapping himself around him like an octopus. They meet in a deep kiss and Mobius growls, pulling back to lick obscenely at Loki’s bottom lip. “I love tasting her on your mouth,” he confesses, and you feel your face growing even hotter than it already was, while Loki only smiles and offers himself up for another messy kiss. He remains surprisingly passive, letting Mobius suck at his lips and lick into his mouth while you watch in silence, mesmerized by the display.

Loki is hard again when Mobius finally decides to let him go, and the god whines pathetically when Mobius seems genuinely intent on winding the whole thing down. He digs his fingers into Mobius’ shoulders, and although he may seem unabashedly desperate, you can see calculation in the arch of his back, how he holds himself in the most enticing way he knows how, kiss-swollen lips parted, eyes hooded.

“I’m tired, kitten,” Mobius murmurs, planting soft kisses along Loki’s jaw regardless. “Not all of us have your stamina.”

Loki throws you a desperate glance, and although you’re probably just as tired, you feel uncharacteristically indulgent. “All right,” you say, lying back and letting your legs drop open in the laziest way possible. “You’ve got ten minutes before I have to leave for my shift.”

Loki is on you immediately, and it’s clear from the way he shivers when he guides his cock into you that the ten-minute deadline won’t be a problem. You know you’re still tight from your previous orgasm and showing Loki tenderness during round two always works like a charm, so you wrap your arms loosely around his neck and pull him down into an uncharacteristically soft kiss. Loki makes a pitifully desperate sound, seizing your left hip in an iron grip with one hand, gently cradling your cheek with the other, all while he thrusts steadily into you. It isn’t until he releases your hip to reach for your sex that you realize he intends to bring you off again. Luckily he doesn’t misinterpret your amused hum for something negative when his fingertips clumsily circle over your clit. You’re so wet, it’s difficult for him to get proper friction going, but in your state it’s enough.

Your second orgasm isn’t as overwhelming as the first, but it’s longer and somehow more satisfying, the feeling of a cock moving inside you adding to the pleasure in a way a couple of fingers just can’t manage. You muffle your moans against Loki’s mouth, and you can feel the buildup of his orgasm by the way his attention to the kiss wavers, until he’s simply panting against your cheek. He comes with a sound that’s equal parts pleasure and relief.

Your lovers are lazy, you decide as you exit the bathroom five minutes later, having already cleaned up and gotten dressed. Loki and Mobius are still lying on Mobius’ bed, limbs tangled, naked, the former obviously sleeping.

“We have work to do,” you say.

Mobius looks very apologetic. “Can’t. I’m cuddling a kitten. You shouldn’t wake them, you know.”

You roll your eyes. “Fine, I’ll cover for you. You get one hour.”

The smile Mobius gives you is so fond, it makes your heart ache. “Thank you, Agent.”

You snort, only allowing yourself to grin stupidly once your back is turned.

[chuckbass-love]

Johnny smut#4

Hello lovely anon. Thank you so much for this request, again, i’m sorry for the long wait but i didn’t want to write this when i didn’t have much motivation and then have it turn out any less than perfect. I hope it’s worth the wait for you and that you enjoy it.

Also a lil A/N for everyone: To everyone who has requested, i’m gonna get back on it and try and get at least 2 or 3 out per week if possible. I lost motivation for a hot minute but i’m back. I love you all so much. Also, part 7 to only love can hurt like this will be up sometime in the next week or so. I’m still working on it but i already can’t wait for you all to read.

Disclaimer: My work is not to be posted anywhere else other than MY Tumblr, Wattpad and Ao3 without my permission. However, reblogs are welcome.

Pairing: Johnny Storm x Fem!Reader

Prompt #4: “You’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught”

Warning: Smut, explicit content, sexual intercourse, hair pulling, choking, mouth covering and swearing. 18+

Word Count: 5,160

GIF NOT MINE!!! Credit to @mcustarks go check them out❤️

Best Friends Brother

As your eyes glance around the beautiful garden filled with white chairs either side of the aisle with flower arrangements all the way to the alter. You can’t help but feel utterly enchanted by the scene, it’s stunning. However, you’re in the wrong place right now, Sue specifically asked you to meet her out back to help her get ready but as soon as you turnaround to head there, you bump into Johnny of all people.

To put it simply, Johnny isn’t exactly your favourite person and you’re not his either. Well, that’s a lie. When around others you don’t get along, you don’t hate each other you just don’t really have much to say since he’s always so cocky and you’re his older sisters best friend. But behind closed doors, the sexual chemistry is off the charts and you’ve spent too many nights tangled up in his sheets to count on two hands.

No one knows about your late night rendezvous though, especially Sue. And she can never find out. It would hurt her. You’re her best friend and Johnny is her little brother. So it’s a secret and it will always remain one.

“Wow” his lips curl up into a genuine smile as his eyes take in your figure in the floor length  dark purple bridesmaid dress you have on “you look, great” he says as he tugs on his bottom lip with his teeth, clearly unable to stop those dirty thoughts running wild in his head.

“Just great?” you ask, brow raising slightly before you chuckle and move to walk past him but he grabs your arm just in time to stop you from going anywhere “not just great, but gorgeous. In fact if this wasn’t my sisters wedding then i’d say you were the best looking one here” he turns his head in your direction, his dreamy blue eyes meeting yours, both filled with lust and need. But you can’t do this here. Today is Sue and Reed’s day.

“Johnny” you whisper lazily, the feel of his skin on yours makes you shiver with desire for him to fill you up, kiss you and make you cum around his cock multiple times but that will have to wait. You really need to snap out of this. So you do, you blink and look back up at him before slowly pulling away from “Sue needs me now, i have to go” and just like that he’s behind you, watching as you walk away. Mostly just to watch the way your ass moves in that dress. You can’t say you blame him though, your ass does look good.

The second you step foot indoors you hear Sue moaning about anything and everything to who sounds like Alicia.

“Your saviour is here” you announce and Sue turns around, beaming at you and you can’t help but stare at her. She looks absolutely breathtaking and her dress is the most beautiful you’ve ever seen. She looks just like a princess.  Alicia then leaves to go and check on Ben, leaving you two to it.

“Sue, you look amazing” tears brim in your eyes, drowning out your vision, she spots it immediately, rushing to hand you a tissue “don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry. You’ll ruin your makeup”

You take it from her, dabbing underneath your eyes before taking the eyeliner from her to re do what couldn’t be saved in time “i can’t believe you’re finally getting your big day” you finish zipping up her dress before helping her out with her veil.

“Well i’ve waited long enough” she laughs as you finish up and you turn her round so she can look at herself in the mirror.

“Now, i just need to finish my make-up. Help a girl out?”

You don’t even bother to respond, instead you start helping, picking up her bag of products. Her foundation is done so it’s just her eye makeup and lipstick that’s left to do. You go with a nice subtle smokey eye with a little silver glitter on top. Then to finish it off you apply some nude lip gloss to her lips before leaving her to do her own mascara, you would hate to mess it up after all.

“Oh i forgot to check with you, is Johnny outside?”

Even the mention of his name has an obvious effect on your body and it’s something you’ve never been able to control but instead of letting it show, you put your poker face on, clearing your throat and mumbling a quick “yes” and thank god she doesn’t catch on or say anything. You must have hid it well.

“Right, ladies the guests are arriving now and Reed is helping them all to their seats so are you ready?” Johnny pokes his head into the room and Sue nods, letting out a deep breath.

He glances at you before Sue walks over to him to make their way to the other room in which she’s going to be leaving out of to walk down the aisle, leaving you standing there sighing.

Guess it’s time for you to take your own place too. You follow closely behind them and then you and Alicia wait for your queue to go, she goes first, then you. Flowers in hand, smiling around at all of the guests, every one of them dressed up in bright colours, wedding hats galore. And as you take your place next to Alicia at the side of the alter, you watch your best friend walk down the aisle with pride. She means the world to you and if there’s one person who’s the most deserving of happiness, it’s her.

Reed wipes away tears as she stands next to him and you feel your heart melting, more tears forming. Johnny watches you from across the way, wiping your own tears of joy before his focus shifts to the vows.

Sometimes he gets urges to ask you out on a date but as quickly as those urges form, they fade. There’s not a chance in hell of you saying yes to him and he knows it. He’s just a hookup and he’s no stranger to half platonic relationships. He’s never particularly been one for commitment anyway but something about you changes his mind. Since you’ve been Sue’s best friend for god knows how long now, he’s watched many guys come and go in and out of your life. He’s watched and even listened to the many times Sue has held you whilst you cried and to tell the truth, he’s never been able to fathom why anyone would ever want to hurt you. Why anyone would ever cheat or leave you. He always had the biggest crush on you and it’s never left. 

Hence why one day he made a move, giving you his best cheesy pick up line at a party Sue threw one weekend. But you ignored him, it was only 2 hours into the party and you weren’t drunk enough to be taking him seriously. However, multiple drinks and shots later, he tried his luck again, and he hit the jackpot. You took him up on his offer. Whilst Sue was in the other room trying to clean up after her guests, you were in Johnny’s room, stripping off in-between heated open mouthed kisses.

It’s pretty obvious where that lead and the next day, you were so mad at yourself for letting it get that far. You cursed alcohol and your stupid brain as you quickly re dressed, repulsed at yourself and your actions. That’s when Johnny shot up, trying his best to make you stay, shutting the door as you tried to open it and standing in the way. You made eye contact with the player and he kissed you. You can’t recall anything else other than feeling captivated by him. His lips moved in sync with yours like they were always made to touch and you couldn’t control the way your body yearned for more.

And the rest is history. Since then you’ve been late night texting and meeting up whenever you could to hook up. Johnny eventually got his own apartment too which only lead to more often than not, the pair of you fucking like rabbits.

It hasn’t just been hookups though, as much as you’d love to lie and pretend that it doesn’t mean a thing, it does. You like Johnny, of course you do. He’s actually the only guy that’s ever been able to make you cum. The only guy who isn’t completely selfish in bed. He makes it all about you, every dam time and you feel torn when it comes to him. A huge part of you knows the two of you feel something deeper and more than just sex. You feel something more intimate. It’s definitely not love but it could be, one day.

Before you know it, you’re ripped from your Johnny themed thoughts as everyone starts cheering and clapping. You join in, watching Reed kiss Sue passionately before the two of them walk back up the aisle. You, Alicia, Johnny and Ben all follow behind with the guests joining in.

The reception is just inside and as soon as you all enter, the music begins. The real old school music. You’re The One That I Want from Grease. The DJ really has a way of luring everyone onto the dance floor right away. Usually at weddings, everyone sits down drinking and chilling before the buffet food comes out but not this wedding.

Sue grabs your hand and the two of you re enact the classic Sandy and Danny scene, overly dramatic though of course and unbeknownst to you, Johnny is watching your every move, unable to stop himself grinning like a cheshire cat. It’s very clear you’re having the time of your life and all he wants is to be able to dance with you.

Once the song is over, you walk around the room to look for the table that you’re going to be sitting at until you hear “over here” and you know that voice anywhere. You turn around to find Johnny sat down, a large glass of wine next to his beer. He ordered for you? Why?

“You’re next to me, hope that’s okay” he stands up, helping you into your chair and tucking it in for you before taking his seat again and sliding the glass of wine to you.

“White wine is still your favourite, right?” nerves fill his voice as he keeps his eyes locked on you “yes, it is. You remembered. Thank you” you waste no time in taking a big gulp of it, you can practically feel yourself getting aroused just by sitting next to the man and to think you’re going to have to deal with it the whole day is torture.

You press your thighs together, trying your hardest to stop whatever is happening in its tracks.

“You not going to dance some more?” he asks, sitting back in his chair, one arm draped round the back of yours “maybe in a minute, i’m still recovering from the first one” you giggle nervously, scared of being seen with him. Sure, you were put with him by Sue herself but what if your farce comes apart now, after all, he is being nice to you and the resting bitch face is missing instead a happy expression has taken its place.

Maybe no one will notice since it’s Sue’s big day, that could be the excuse you use if anyone says anything but then again, why should you care to make excuses? If you enjoy his company that shouldn’t be an issue. Maybe Sue won’t care. She’s always wanted Johnny to settle down with someone nice and you’re nice, right? She’s also wanted you to find someone too. But her best friend and brother getting together probably isn’t what she had in mind.

The song Crazy In Love by Beyonce comes on and Sue practically summons you to the dance floor, so you down the rest of your wine before you rush over to join her. Skipping the regular moves, you and Sue both start dancing like it’s just the two of you. No move off limits as you both grind your hips in circles, shaking your asses and laughing your heads off. She is the only person in this world that can make you laugh like that and you feel incredibly lucky to have her and to be here for her big day.

As your moves get more risqué you catch Johnny adjusting his cock in his dress trousers before drinking more of his beer.

The tension is building within you and you’ve never had to fight temptation so much in the whole year that you two have been doing this. You’re usually very good at waiting and making him wait for it but right now, it’s too hard. The next song that comes on is Check On It by Beyonce, again.

The more of the song that you dance to, you notice the lyrics surprisingly match your situation and a wave of confidence drenches you like rain.

If you got it flaunt it, boy I know you want it While I turn around you watch me check up on it Oh you watchin me shake it, I see it in ya face Ya can't take it, it's blazin’, you watch me in amazement

You continue to show off your best assets, making sure you tease and wind him up more before you make any kind of move which is what you usually do. Any time the two of you fool around, you make him wait and earn it, but it’s one of many reasons why he loves hooking up with you, you’re not easy, you know your worth and you’re 100% worth the wait.

The song finishes leaving yourself and Sue breathless almost. Reed stalks closer, handing his bride a drink and you head over to the bar to get another for yourself before sitting back down again. The buffet will be available soon and you’re desperate for something to eat. Peckish isn’t the word.

“Hello again” Johnny beams and you sip some more wine, a rather big sip yet again before you respond “hello. Are you gonna sit here the whole night?” you question with genuine curiosity, he only really danced a little when the Grease song was on but that’s about it and you aren’t oblivious to the other women checking him out.

“No i intend to dance i just need to be drunk enough for it first”

“I see, maybe then one of those lovely ladies will get a chance to dance with you” you say, observing one in particular who has been staring non stop.

“Please, i’d rather dance with you”

Your heart skips a beat and dare you say it, your vagina develops one. He’s such a sweet talker.

“You looked good out there, y’know” he motions towards the dance floor as if you didn’t already clock on to what he meant and you can’t deny the way your cheeks start to heat up as you thank him shyly.

That’s when he leans closer to your ear, his arm round the back of your chair again as he rasps “and that ass of yours in this dress, baby you got me so hard” his breath fans your neck as he returns to his normal sitting position but he doesn’t miss the way your breath hitches at the dirty comment. He knows all too well the effect he has on you and you know the effect you have on him.

In the past all it’s taken for him is for you to bite your lip and stare him down for him to get hard before. You’re his weakness.

Before you can even go to respond to him though, he clears his throat, tapping away on his phone as he stands up “anyway, if you’ll excuse me, nature calls” he slips his phone back into his pocket, walking away towards the toilets which just so happens to be right behind the DJ.

Your phone buzzes and you check to see a message from him ‘You coming?’ the text reads.

And that alone is enough for you to choke on your own saliva. You quickly sip your drink before standing up yourself and making your way over to the mens toilets. Thank God no one saw you.

“Johnny” you whisper yell until one of the cubicle doors opens, the bigger one at the end. He winks at you as he appears in the doorway and you strut over to him, allowing him to pull you in and lock the door. Your body is flush against his as he starts to kiss your collarbone first. If Johnny is anything it’s a man who loves to savour the moment. He hates quickies and loves to take his time with you.

You’re obviously not the first woman to fall victim to his touch but you’re the only one right now and you’re glad that he’s had experience, it’s clearly made him all the more sensational  in the bedroom.

“Oh” you throw your head back on a quiet moan, hoping not to be too loud despite music blasting outside making it impossible for anyone to hear you.

“Every time you dance, you drive me crazy. Shaking that perfect ass of yours in this dress, making me want you so bad” his lips hover over your sweet spot, his breath fanning it just like it did before.

You wrap your arms loosely round his neck as your back arches and his lips attack your neck like a man possessed, everything about this moment should feel wrong and yet it feels so right. The thought crosses your mind that everyone is out there dancing and most likely eating now all while Johnny is playing with your dress, lifting it up to reveal the new panties that you brought for today. Purple lace to match your dress.

“Oh baby” he groans, tugging on his bottom lip at the sight as his fingers wonder down and slip inside. His cold palm cups your sex making you shiver in surprise before he makes you forget all about it by spinning you around so that you’re pressed against the wall. Caged in by his muscular body as he towers over you.

He presses a chaste kiss to the back of your neck and heat starts to rise to your cheeks, you can’t contain the flustered feeling that fills you. He’s always had a way of being so dominant and stealing all control from you in an instant, since you’re so used to the roles being reversed in your life, he was more than into changing that. And to tell the truth, it’s one of the many reasons that you keep coming back. He pushes you out of your comfort zone in more ways than one.

His fingers play with the flimsy material of your new panties, grazing over your clit multiple times until you’re poking your ass out into his hand. “Someones keen, huh?” his low, raspy and taunting chuckle fills your ear sending shivers up and down your spine and causing goosebumps to form all over your hungry body.

“Please, Johnny” you beg pathetically, once again pushing back against his hand in hopes that he’ll get a move on and touch your properly. Which of course he does. You know he can never resist your charm. All the more reason why he’s slipping your panties to the side now so that his fingers can circle your arousal covered hole, almost dipping into your honey pot but holding back.

“Beg for it” he growls, taking your right earlobe between his teeth and biting down lightly “beg like the good girl i know you are” he continues and you gasp before breathing out a quick plea “p-please touch me Johnny, i need it” as your hands find purchase on the wall.

The feel of his knee spreading your legs apart gets you all the more excited for what’s the come and that’s when he gives you all that you’ve been craving, slipping two thick digits inside of you, coating them in your juices as they hit that spongy spot. He’s never had much trouble when it comes to finding your weak spots, he knows your body inside and out at this point and there’s not a time where you don’t cum when you’re with him.

“That good baby? My fingers getting that little cunt ready for my cock”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head in reaction to the pure filth leaving his not so innocent mouth and just as you go to let out a near enough pornographic style moan, throwing your head back too, the restroom door opens making you stop yourself. Footsteps make their way to one of the cubicles that just so happens to be next to the one your in.

Johnny then takes it upon himself to pull his drenched fingers out of you, reaching his hand in front of your face and shoving them into your mouth for you to suck on, using his free hand to undo his belt and now you know that you’re done for. You know exactly what he’s about to do. His cock rests at your entrance, staying there for a second before he slides in. Your walls welcome him in the best way, wrapping around his cock as he splits you open, stretching you beautifully yet again just like he does every time. The all too familiar feeling consumes you.

“You’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught” he mutters in hushed tones, switching it up so that his hand is fully covering your mouth, suffocating you as he drags his cock along your warm velvety walls deliciously. Obviously you don’t want to get caught but right now the anticipation of what could happen is enough to make you clamp down around him, earning a hiss.

A noise that obviously catches the attention of whomever is next door to your cubicle since the unsuspecting gentleman speaks up “are you okay in there, man?” shit. It’s Ben. You feel a wave of shame wash over you as Johnny picks his pace up slowly “yeah, everything's fine” he chirps, as if he has all the time in the world to converse when he’s buried balls deep inside of you.

“If you say so” Ben responds before flushing, washing his hands and then leaving the room. Now it’s just the two of you again. Johnny takes full advantage of the alone time by pushing you right up against the wall, your cheek squished against the tiles, his calloused hands splaying across your ass cheeks now and spreading them apart. Only so he can take a good look at the way he disappears into your tight chanel with ease.

“Doing so well baby, taking this cock like a fucking pro” he grunts, wrapping his hand around your neck and pulling your head back with the help of his other hand grabbing a fistful of your hair at the scalp but keeping your whole body pressed into the wall.

Sinful moans escape your mouth and at this point you’re way past the point of caring or trying to be quiet. Unless someone walks in then you’re going to let go and revel in the feel of him. The way his body traps you in makes your clit pulsate, you love being manhandled and you always have but only by him.

Anyone that takes even so much as a look at Johnny, they think ‘player’ and they’d be right but they’d also think he’d never be the type of man to be as filthy as he is in reality. Not only has he got a foul mouth on him but he’s kinky not to mention skilful in more areas than one. Dick and tongue game on point as well as those magical digits of his and the way they dance across your sex both delicately and brutally all at the same time.

You’re certainly not complaining though. 

“Fuck, Johnny” your back arches even more so than it was before as you shakily cry out his name with the kind of want that only he can spur on “what is it baby?”

“Don’t stop, i’m so close” you whimper desperately.

His pace is now rendering on animalistic as he fucks you into the wall with such vigor, wanting nothing more than to feel you come undone all over his cock, something he’ll never grow tired of.

“Come on then baby, give it to me” he eggs you on, keeping one hand wrapped around your neck still, tightening as the seconds tick by whilst his other hand smacks down on your exposed ass cheek, making it wobble a little which earns him a satisfied hum.

The two of you go crazy with you pushing back to meet his thrusts and him spanking your ass, both of you hungry for that release.

All of a sudden though the blaring music coming from outside stops. Making you panic. Johnny on the other hand is so close to reaching his peak and he knows you are too, so he doesn’t bother to stop.

But you hear the faint laughs of the wedding guests before what sounds like the DJ addressing everyone. Fuck. This better not be the speeches. You had one planned and so did Johnny.

He continues to fuck into you, grunting, growling and panting in your ear, driving you closer and closer to that edge. You can feel the coil twisting and turning in your stomach, on the verge of snapping at any second and you don’t think you’ll be able to hold back the noises when it happens.

“Gonna make you cream all over this cock baby and best believe i’ll be filling this sweet cunt up with my cum”

You rest your hand over his around your neck as your whole body starts to shake. You clench around his cock some more and just as you can taste the orgasm, the addition of his fingers pressing down on your clit push you off the edge and your head drops back onto his shoulder. The music starts up again, allowing you to really enjoy this. Your mouth hangs open whilst you scrunch your eyes closed, seeing stars as you fall into a pit of ecstasy. You can feel your legs shaking and threatening to give way but luckily for you Johnny moves his hands to your waist, wrapping around you so he can hold you up whilst he comes close to reaching his own end.

“Fuckkkkk, squeezing me so good baby”

You do it again for good measure and sure enough, he twitches inside of you, his hot cum painting your walls just like he said and a fucked out spent smile forms on your face making him laugh when he sees.

He rides the two of you through your highs before his thrusts come to a halt and he slowly pulls out. He then grabs some tissues, dropping to his knees and pressing yet another chaste kiss to your clit this time before cleaning you up. He can see that you’re struggling to stand so the second he’s done he rises to his feet, pulling you flush against him and then proceeding to push you up against the wall.

The two of you stare deep into each others eyes for a couple seconds, both of your chests rising and falling as you try to normalise your breathing. That was certainly an adventurous, dangerous and thrilling experience, one that you won’t be rushing to partake in again anytime soon. But it was amazing to say the least. The way he’s looking at you right now makes you want to throw caution to the wind and kiss him. So you do. You crash your lips to his, wrapping your arms loosely around his neck and as expected, he kisses back. His grip tightens on your hips, pulling you even closer if that’s even possible.

“What was that for?” he asks as you come up for air and you shrug, not even sure of what it was yourself. But all you know is you like him and this isn’t just some fling to you, some form of messing around until the two of you get bored. There is a genuine connection there, one that you can’t wait to explore some more.

“I don’t even know” you giggle, pecking his lips again.

Silence falls upon the two of you before he finally blurts out “go out with me” as if he’s telling you rather than asking.

“What?” you furrow your brows in confusion.

“Go out with me, on a date”

“I thought Johnny Storm didn’t do dates” you quip back, raising your brows with a smirk to match “i don’t but i’d like to try if it’s with you” and that alone warms your heart. The same heart that’s been crushed and broken so many times before and it’s almost like he’s mending it. Not that you’re complaining.

You take no longer than a second to think before you’re agreeing and kissing him some more. That’s when the music stops and you both look at each other.

He quickly zips up his pants, doing his belt up again and shrugging his jacket back on before turning back to you. With you both now looking decent again, you get him to check your makeup, he wipes the stray bits of mascara that smudged before kissing your forehead.

He lets you leave first whilst he waits an appropriate 2 minutes before he heads out too. No one suspected a thing and now it’s time for the speeches.

This is definitely going to be a wedding to remember...

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HALF(have a little fun) pt. i

→ Sayomi Zoldyck is the eldest child and twin sister to Illumi, of the renowned Zoldyck family of assassins. At the age of ten she’s taken away to Meteor City by her mother, Kikyo Zoldyck, unbeknownst to the rest of the family, as well as newborn Killua, and left to fend for herself. This is the story of the long-lost Zoldyck and those she becomes acquainted with, all while she just wants to have a little fun. 

» part one / ?

» pairing: eventually - chrollo x oc x feat. hisoka

» warnings: swearing, blood/violence

» a/n: helloo~ this is my first write ever, and it’ll probably be a pretty long series. I’m also balancing school and a part-time job so forgive me for slow updates! If you’re reading this, thank you so much for showing interest and please leave comments below with your inputs!

» word count: 2,726

☾ i.

Name: Sayomi Zoldyck 小夜美 | "小" is small | "夜" is night | "美" is beauty |

Hair color: White

Eye Color: Purple

Nen: Manipulator (same exact abilities as Illumi)

Abilities: Same as Illumi Zoldyck - Body Alteration, Hypnotic Spell, Corpse Control, Needle People, Katana

☾ part i: a backstory(1/2)

Deep within the Zoldyck estate, Kikyo and Silva Zoldyck celebrated the birth of their first children with rare smiles decorating their faces. They were twins, a boy and a girl, but they could not have been more opposite of each other. 

The boy whom they chose to name Illumi, had mysterious, onyx black eyes and had not cried nor struggled upon being brought into the world. This led the Zoldycks to worry whether the baby was healthy or not, but were reassured by the midwives and doctor that he was indeed completely healthy, despite the baby’s odd lack of expression. 

The girl, who was about 20 minutes older than the boy was a complete contrasting image of the former child. They named her Sayomi. Sayomi had striking violet eyes and brilliant white hair, mirroring both those of her father. Unlike her twin, she had done the whole newborn baby shenanigan with a piercing cry and thrashed about in Kikyo’s arms upon being held.

Thus, began the new generation of the Zoldyck family.

☾ i.

The twins began training at the age of 4, and it was harsh, brutal training fit for the next line of Zoldyck assassins. 

Though deep down Silva and Kikyo loved their children, on the surface, they viewed their children as the ones who would eventually replace them and carry on the Zoldyck legacy. And in order to do so, the training they put their children through was all too necessary for the sake of their futures.

Yet, however painful or exhausting the training would be, Illumi and Sayomi found ways to make it bearable with each other’s company. 

It could be their little races to the training yard each morning, stepping on each other’s feet under the dinner table, or even pranking some of the butlers. 

In a way, they were able to balance each other out, much like two halves of a whole. With Illumi’s lack of expression and Sayomi’s affectionate nature, it was a mystery to those around them of how they were able to grow to be inseparable.

As the twins’ training progressed and the years went by, it was time to awaken their Nen abilities. 

Silva and Zeno had requested that the now 7 year-olds meet in the courtyard today instead of their regular training, where they would now be categorized into the different types of Nen. 

Illumi and Sayomi sat side by side on a bench in the courtyard in wait of Silva and Zeno, playing with their needles to pass the time. 

The black-haired twin flicked his wrist faster than the eye could see, sending the needle between his fingers to go flying and hit a bird mid-flight right in the butt. 

Watching the poor bird plummet to the ground in front of them, the twin girl’s violet eyes brightened and crinkled at the edges as she laughed out loud at her brother’s ��choice’ of aim, falling to the ground while clutching her sides. 

A slight shade of pink dusted Illumi’s cheeks as his sister teased his needle-throw, before huffing and turning the other way. He swore it had been on purpose, but was immediately shut down by his sister’s obnoxiously loud giggling.

Silva and Zeno approached from a distance and couldn’t help but smile at the view in front of them. 

Sayomi was rolling around in the grass with laughter, her melodious voice echoing throughout the courtyard, while Illumi sat cross-armed with a blush threatening to spread across his otherwise pale face. 

It was a scene that seemed to reoccur often between the twins, their starkly different personalities showing through clear as day. 

Zeno stifled a laugh at the bird which now lied dead approximately 3-feet from where they stood, one of Illumi’s needles sticking out from its rear. Regaining his composure, Zeno called out for the twins.

“Sayomi! Illumi!”

Sayomi looked up from where she laid on the grass, immediately moving to sit next to her brother once again. 

In Zeno and Silva’s hands, each was a glass of water filled exactly to the brim. It was amazing how steadily the two senior assassins could move, the water remaining still in either cup.

The time had finally come where the twins would awaken and discover their Nen. 

Setting the glasses down on a table in the middle of the courtyard, Silva gestured for the twins to take a seat across from them before beginning his explanation. 

The twins sat down with caution, curious of the sudden change in training plans, and Silva delved into the history and power of Nen along with its importance. 

Having officially bored the twins into a state of drowsiness, Silva decided to cut to the chase. “Today both of you will figure out where you belong in the spectrum of Nen users, and you will both leave here with more power than you’ve ever wielded before.”

This caught the attention of both kids, simultaneously perking up to the word “power”. 

“This is called the Water Divination Test.” Silva gestured to the glasses of water placed in front of the twins. 

A leaf was placed in both of the glasses, floating still upon the surfaces of water. 

Zeno continued the explanation, describing what would occur. “It’s a Shingen Ryu screening tool used for classifying aura. You will place your hands on either side of the glass with the utmost focus and your abilities will be revealed by what happens.” 

After a short demonstration, the twins were up to the test, eager to know which category of Nen they would belong to.

Sitting up straight in their seats, the twins raised their hands to their respective glasses and focused all their energy into the glassed of water in front of them.

Sayomi was the first to get a reaction, as the leaf floating in the water twitched and spun in circles.

She exclaimed at the sudden movement, excitedly looking up at Silva and Zeno who beamed with pride. Both adults had hidden their shock at the girl’s raw power, causing the leaf not only to twitch but spin rapidly. 

It was a short-lived moment, as everyone’s attention was brought to Illumi’s leaf doing exactly the same, spinning in the other direction within the water.

Illumi cocked his head curiously at the movement, not showing as much enthusiasm as his twin. Zeno and Silva nodded in approval and the twins shared a smile as they listened in to the capabilities of their Nen category.

The twins were manipulators, Zeno explained. “Manipulators are argumentative and logical. They advance at their own pace and tend to want to keep their families and loved ones safe. On the other hand, when it comes to pursuing their own goals, they do not listen to what others might have to say about it.”

☾ i.

Life or death situations almost every day that consisted of torture-training, sparring, and even shadowing butlers at work or senior assassins on missions for a good 3 years brought the twins to their current state. 

At the age of 10, Sayomi and Illumi were full-fledged and elite Zoldyck assassins. And to top it off, came the birth of Killua, the twins’ new younger brother, who would soon become Sayomi’s biggest weakness.

 From the moment Killua was born, the elders sensed an overwhelming aura radiating off of the newborn, that screamed killer and powerful. 

However, all Sayomi could see were the uncanny similarities between the baby and herself. 

Brilliant white hair, slanted, bright blue eyes, that looked like her own violet ones, and above all, a wide, gleeful smile. Killua’s smile, although a baby, felt more genuine than any smile she had received in her entire life, and the warm sensation that spread throughout her body made her take another look at her younger brother’s sleeping face. 

She was absolutely fascinated by how similar the baby could look to herself, and decided to herself then and there that she would forever protect Killua at all costs.

☾ i.

On the other hand, the twins were already on the job, taking clients and bringing enough success to spread rumours about the new generation of Zoldycks. 

Sayomi was on her fifth client when she finally ran into a situation that caused her to hinder from the job. 

Her target was an 18 year old girl, the daughter of the CEO that had backstabbed her client. But her age wasn’t what bothered Sayomi. It was what she’d saw while hiding in the shadows of the girl’s suite room. 

From the cabinet of which she hid behind, Sayomi couldn’t help but feel a strong disdain to herself as she watched her clueless target without a sound.

The 18-year old brunette that identified as her target laughed giddily as she twirled around with a toddler in her arms. The baby let out cries of joy that seemed to pierce through Sayomi’s heart like daggers as she thought of little Killua. 

The girl almost seemed like a reflection of herself, and the innocence of the situation made Sayomi’s shoulders slump as she looked at herself in disgust. 

What was she thinking? 

There’s no way she would be able to kill a target if she began to sympathize with them. She was supposed to be impartial, cold-blooded and cold-hearted like the rest of her family. But Sayomi was ashamed of herself, to say the least, and she wouldn’t, no, couldn’t go through with the job. 

Carefully turning from her spot behind the wall, she used her stealth and speed to exit the suite back through the balcony all within a split second, before the target could notice the slight breeze left in Sayomi’s trail. 

Wasting no time, she jumped down back into the balcony of her client’s room directly below, landing with the soft patter of her boots upon cement.

Walking into her client’s room without a second glance to the expectant man, she muttered under her breath that she couldn’t take out the target and continued to leave before he could process the situation.

☾ i.

Sayomi’s client had notified Kikyo of her daughter’s inability to accomplish the hit later that day, leaving her fuming with anger and embarrassment towards her eldest child. 

Upon Sayomi’s return that night, Kikyo was already waiting, arms crossed and whip in hand. In a state of mindlessness, Sayomi feet led her to trudge quietly into one of the empty stone cells, ready to accept her punishment.

Kikyo scoffed at her daughter’s actions and followed the 10 year-old into the cell, knuckles turning white with her grip on the handle of the whip. 

With Zeno and Silva out on their own missions, no one was around to bail Sayomi out of her mother’s wrath, and the torture lasted longer than usual with Sayomi’s refusal to answer any of Kikyo’s questions. 

Kikyo was merciless, hitting Sayomi left and right until her hands bled from the grip, blinded by rage and shame.

Sayomi self-consciously endured the hits, mind blank as her body transitioned into survival mode with her lips shut tight as blood began to run down her body pooling at her feet. 

She didn’t regret her decisions, however, and only let a few stray tears slip out when she thought about Killua’s smile again and his future that would very much match her own.

Though it was betrayal to think this way, she hoped he would escape.

☾ i.

When Sayomi had woken the next day to the sound of sprinklers running in the garden, she found her wounds bandaged meticulously, along with a note next to her head. 

It read: “You were brave to stand against mother. But remember our purpose and don’t be stupid. - Illumi”.

Sayomi had grimaced both at the note’s contents and the pain that shot up her body as she moved to get out of bed. 

She made a mental note to thank Illumi later for carrying her back to her room and set out to the training yard.

Breaking out into a jog towards the yard, Sayomi rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and attempted to tie her hair back while she picked up the pace. She winced visibly just thinking about having to train with her wounds still fresh and let out a defeated sigh as the yard came into view.

Arriving at the training yard, Sayomi’s jogging came to an abrupt stop as she saw her mother was standing with Illumi instead of their regular instructor. 

Sensing the tense atmosphere, Sayomi walked briskly towards Illumi and her mother keeping her head low and eyes trained on the grass beneath her feet. 

Lifting her head the slightest bit to sneak a peek at Illumi, she faltered as his eyes were trained towards the distance behind their mother, unable to read his emotions.

Kikyo finally spoke up, breaking the heavy silence that had fallen upon the three Zoldycks. “Today’s training will be a little different. It’s become apparent that we haven’t been toughening up you kids enough, so for today’s session, the two of you will fight each other until either can no longer continue. A lesson about showing mercy.”

Sayomi’s head whipped up towards her mother and then Illumi. “But father said we should never harm each other unless a mission is at stake!” 

Kikyo slapped her daughter across the face and her voice showed no sympathy as she spoke. “Sayomi, dear. Don’t you think you’ve acted out enough by now?”

Sayomi only blinked a few times, ignoring the stinging sensation on her right cheek as she looked at Illumi once again. 

He hadn’t moved an inch, his black eyes unwavering as Sayomi’s violet ones searched his face for any signs of emotion. There was nothing.

The twins walked out to face each other in front of their mother, waiting for the other to initiate an attack. It was a battle of nerves, as much as it was the reluctance to fight one another.

From where he stood, Illumi’s needles were untouched from their spot on his waist belt, as were Sayomi’s strapped to her upper left arm and thigh. It was a silent agreement made between the twins, neither wanting to deal more damage than would already have to be done. 

Both Sayomi and Illumi knew there was no getting out of the situation, and with the meeting of their eyes, the match began.

Illumi’s right hand clenched into a fist as he swung aiming to uppercut Sayomi in the jaw, making the first move. 

Sayomi had lept back instantly, before dodging another flurry of kicks and punches sent her way. She had decided well before the match began that she wouldn’t retaliate Illumi’s attacks even it meant losing. 

She knew Illumi wouldn’t go as far as to make her suffer, so her plan was to put on a show for her mother until she deemed she would be satisfied. This way, only one of them had to get hurt.

As the gap between Illumi and Sayomi continued to close in, Sayomi found herself taking hits left and right, unable to defend against everything. 

A critical, hard kick to the side, several hits to the face, and an orbital fracture dealt to her right eye was what finally led to Sayomi’s fall. 

Bunches of brilliant white hair strayed from her once neat ponytail as Sayomi fell to her knees, incapable of continuing on with the fight. 

With the blood pounding in her ears, Sayomi barely made out her mother’s furious words of which caused her to shut her eyes in wait. “Illumi! Do it now! Use your needles to teach that disgrace a lesson!”

She waited. 1, 2, 3 seconds and opened her eyes to the scene unfolding in front of her.

For the first time in a while, Illumi’s face gave away to his emotions as he shouted back against his mother. 

His eyes were full of rage and hate as he continued to shout, and though she couldn’t make out the exact words he was using, Sayomi’s heart twinged at the sight of her normally obedient brother taking a stand against their mother.

The edges of her vision were blurry, and she found it hard to keep her head up as the scene began to spin in front of her, right before the ground lurched to the right from under her causing her to fall forward into darkness. 

☾ i.

to be continued.

[ohpedromypedro]

I Love It When You Say That

A/N: @manuphantom​ wanted a second part for More Than Okay, so here it is! The well awaited part 2 she’s been looking for. 😘💕 Big thanks to @bxbyriku​ for the Spanish translations, you’re the real MVP 😩🙌🏼

word count: 5.8k (this is literally 20% plot and 80% smut, sorrynotsorry)

pairings/characters: Pedro Pascal x f!Reader, minor oc for the fic.

warnings: smut smut smut, but passionate smut. oral (f and m receiving), unprotected sex with use of birth control by reader, lots of swearing, fluff if you squint

summary: no please, I suck at them

“Hello? Earth to Y/N?” Your coworker Zena snaps her fingers in front of your face, bringing you back to reality and out of your rapidly running mind.

“Huh?” You snap out of it when her hand invades your vision, looking at her with raised brows. “You said something?”

“Yeah,” she laughs, wiping down the counters by the espresso machines. “Asked what you were doing after work?”

“Oh,” you blush, shaking your head with a smile as you continue washing mugs at the sink. “I’m sorry Z, was sort of daydreaming. I...I have a date tonight.”

“You do? Who with?” She grins, leaning in close as if you’re telling her the biggest secret in the world and she’s a million percent into it.

“You wouldn’t believe me.” You laugh, playfully shoving her away.

“Try me.”

“Did I tell you what happened on my birthday several months ago?” You bite your lip, looking at her with a slight head tilt.

“Well your birthday was before you started working here, so no.” She laughs.

“Long story short, no one remembered, not even my own family, so I found myself sitting in a park miles from my apartment just crying, knees tucked to my chest and face burrowed in my arms. While I was there sitting under a tree an absolute mess, someone started talking to me, asking if I were okay and why I was crying under a tree; eventually after a few shoulder shrugs and head shakes from me in response to his questions, he asked that if he introduced himself by name would it make me feel more comfortable talking to him, so I nodded in response… Well, it was Pedro Pascal. You know, Prince Oberyn Martell from Game of Thrones?”

“Okay one, I’m sorry you had a shitty birthday,” she frowned. “And two, you’re fucking with me, aren’t you?”

“See that’s the thing, it was shitty until by some Godly miracle Pedro Pascal happened to be in that same exact park as me and when he found out I was crying under a tree on my birthday, he went out of his way to make it better.” You bite your lip thinking about it, the smile on your face genuine. Z notices that.

“What did he do?” She asks with pure interest, occasionally glancing over at the coffee shop’s entrance for any new customers.

“Took me to dinner and a movie.”

“Cliché.”

“Yes, but it was delicious food and the movie at the drive-in was a surprise.” You smile.

“Which was?” She quirks her head in question.

“His movie, one of my faves too, Bloodsucking Bastards.” You sigh dreamily and she just laughs.

“Let me guess, he’s a vampire in this movie?”

“Head vampire,” you smirk.

“Hot.”

“Right?” You laugh softly, giving your head a shake. “But... but that’s not all.”

“Oh? You fuck him?” She asks, eyebrows raised high.

“No!” You blush, hard. “But he did kiss me… many times. And...And when he dropped me back off at my apartment after the movie, he...gave me his number.”

“To keep in touch?” She grins, looking somewhat genuinely happy for you.

“Yeah! He....he sends me good morning texts every single morning…” you bite your lip with a smile. “And tonight is I guess technically our second date since he took me out to dinner for my birthday, but...this time our date is going to be spent inside for a more private, relaxing setting.”

“That’s romantic.” She smirks, hint of a suggestive tone in her words.

“Yeah, it is.” Your cheeks couldn’t be any more hot. “It’s also our first time seeing each other since my birthday cause you know, filming and such.”

“It’s nice that he still wants to see you despite being a busy bee with acting life.”

“It’s more than nice,” you grin wide, looking at her with eyes full of genuine happiness. “It’s beyond anything I could ever ask for, he’s...he’s more than just a silly celebrity crush, you know?”

“I understand that.” Z grins. “You’ve got to actually spend time with him, he took you out for your birthday for God’s sake, so yeah I can definitely understand that you’ll feel for him as more than just that.”

“He’s the sweetest, most caring, adorkable, and handsomest man out there.”

“I bet,” she giggles, hearing the bell above the door ding to alert there’s a new customer and going over to the front counter to greet them. “Hi! Welcome to-- oh, you’re...wow… May I help you?” She looks up at the new customer awestruck, Pedro Pascal himself standing there with a cheesy grin.

“I’m here not for a coffee, thank you, but just to pick up Miss Y/N over there.” He points to where you’re still standing at the sink washing and drying the coffee mugs and spoons by hand, humming to yourself. Z smiles when she looks over at you and decides to make this a little fun before she alerts you that he’s here.

“You must be the vampire guy she was telling me about. Bloodsucking Bastards or something?” She smirks, looking up at him with a small tilt of her head. “I prefer Prince Oberyn, if I’m being honest.”

Pedro laughs softly, giving his head a shake with an amused smile. “Yes, I am that vampire guy from Bloodsucking Bastards and I am honored that you enjoyed my role as Oberyn.” His eyes flick back over to you, watching with an adoring gaze as you place the mugs and spoons back in their designated spots after drying your hands with a clean dish towel.

“I’ll let her know you’re here,” Z murmurs quietly to him, seeing in his eyes alone how much he truly feels for you.

Z goes over to you and gives your shoulder a light tap, gaining your attention immediately. She has a look in her eyes that seems both mischievous and amazed and you can’t help but give your head a curious tilt when you look up at her. What she says next has your heart thumping in your chest.

“Your vampire boyfriend is here to pick you up.”

Your gaze quickly moves to the front counter and your eyes light right up at the sight of Pedro standing there smiling at you.

“Bye,” is all you say before you pull your apron off and toss it onto the counter, quickly grabbing your purse from the small associate break room so you can meet Pedro by the front counter. “Hi,” you smile widely when you step out of the work area, allowing him to right away engulf you into a warm embrace, which you happily return.

“Hey, hermosa. Ready for our date night in?” He grins, pulling back to gaze down at you while his hands rest on your waist, the two of you completely unaware that Zena is ducking behind the counter to secretly watch your interaction. If only she had some popcorn...

“More than ready,” you whisper, yet again another blush coating your cheeks tonight. “I’ve missed…” You bite your lip and move your gaze elsewhere, too nervous to say what you want to say in case of scaring him away for being so forward.

“I missed you too,” he says it for you, reaching one of his hands up to gently brush his thumb against your cheek so he can gain your attention again, a genuine look in his eyes. “Missed that beautiful smile of yours.”

“Awwwww!” Z chimes in, the two of you breaking your gaze to see her standing at the counter with a wide smile and hand over her heart, as if in an adoring way.

“Oh shut up,” you mumble with a shy smile and Pedro only chuckles.

“Come on,” he smiles, taking one of your hands in his own and sending a small wave Zena’s way, leading you out of the shop. “Let’s get to your place for our date, yeah?”

“Yeah.” You grin.

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“Did you want something scary or not scary?” You ask Pedro with a smile, flipping through the movie options on Netflix.

“Depends, will the answer change whether I get to hold you in my arms during the movie or not?” He inquires with a soft smile of his own while carrying the few snacks the two of you picked out together into the living room. You blush at his response, but smile up at him when he places everything down on the coffee table.

“Do you want to hold me during the movie?”

“Yes,” he states simply, but with adoration and you can’t help but grin.

“Then no, the answer will not change depending on what genre you choose.” You reach out for his hand, gently pulling him down onto the couch next to you and bringing your freehand up to gently rest against his cheek which he leans into, just staring into his eyes for a moment while you admire his company. Ever since your birthday you just can’t help but to truly appreciate Pedro Pascal more as a person and there’s so much you wish to do to pay him back as a way to show your appreciation. “I owe the world to you, Pedro Pascal.”

“You are my world.” He whispers and your face says it all, you weren’t expecting that from Pedro Pascal himself, not yet at least.

“I am?” You whisper right back, tears already welling in your eyes.

“Fate brought me into that park on your birthday, Y/N… I never quite believed in it, at least not until you.” His own freehand comes up to rest against your now damp cheek, his gaze never leaving yours as he wipes away the few tears that escape your vision. “I knew from the moment I met those tear filled eyes the first time that you were going to change the course of the rest of my life...and boy was I right. You, I just…I can’t get you out of my mind. I film scenes with many wonderful and beautiful women, but none of them occupy my mind the way you do...none of them come close to you, your courage, your passion... I think about you and that bright smile of yours, that adorable genuine laugh that brought so much joy to my heart and ears when we watched Bloodsucking Bastards, your cute little giggles when something I said amused you and those eyes...like gazing into a whole new and beautiful galaxy. Such beauty, everything about you...”

You’re stunned, absolutely stunned. Your gaze is soft, but wide and full of adoration. This man who you’ve grown to love over the years because of his incredible acting skills and his downright glowing personality, is practically confessing his love to you without actually using the term, yet. You’re at a loss for words, unable to even comprehend any to begin with, so you respond by leaning in for a deep, passionate kiss, pouring every ounce of your emotion into it. Pedro’s response is immediate, arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you flush against his chest while kissing you with as much fervor in return. After a few long moments, the two of you pull back to catch your breath and he lets his forehead press to yours with a wide smile.

“I definitely missed your lips too… Such beautiful, kissable lips,” He murmurs, smiling when he hears your giggle.

“Ditto, mister.” You smile, moving your fingers to gently card through his hair. “I didn’t realize you felt so strongly for me…”

“Love is the only term that comes to mind when I look at you.” He pulls you against his chest with a soft murmur, sitting you sideways on his lap and moving to press his lips to your forehead.

“I…” You bite your lip softly, looking up at him as he cradles you against him. “I love you too.” You whisper, judging by his wide grin that he was hoping you’d say that.

“That’s all I needed to hear,” he hums softly, moving to give you one more deep kiss while holding you tighter against him.

Your arms move to wrap around his neck, pulling yourself up further where your faces are level with one another and letting out a content sigh when one of his hands instinctively grabs you by the leg and pulls it over his lap so that you’re comfortably straddling him. His other hand moves to hold you by the waist as the two of you momentarily get lost in your heated kiss, your lips molded against one another’s like the perfect puzzle pieces. You’ve never had a kiss this real before or one as passionate and full of love; everything about this moment screams that this is it, this is what life’s intentions are for you.

After several minutes of slow, passionate kissing and allowing your hands to freely explore one another, you pull back to breathe again, moving your hands to cup his face.

“I wish to show you how much I love and appreciate everything about you, Pedro…” You murmur quietly, moving your hands to gently rub circles along his chest. He hums at the soothing sensation, looking up at you while his hands stay seated on your waist.

“How so?” He muses, rubbing his thumbs into your sides and smiling at the way you melt into the feeling.

“With my lips,” you sigh contentedly, studying the way Pedro’s eyes light up with blown pupils at the mention of your lips being how you’ll show your love and appreciation. You smile. “I want to kiss every inch, crevice and curve of your perfectly toned skin, kiss every one of your cute little tattoos to mark my admiration for each of them and how they’re a part of what makes you you.” 

Pedro doesn’t let you speak another word, only presses another kiss to your lips while shifting to stand up from the couch with your legs wrapped firm around his waist. “Which way to your bedroom, hermosa?” 

“Second door down the hall on the right.” You breathe, carding your fingers through his hair and kissing him once more before dipping your head to start kissing along his jawline toward his neck while he walks the two of you toward your bedroom. His low groan makes you smile and urges you to leave a playful nip to one of his throat’s sensitive areas before finishing with a gentle kiss.

“Mmmm you’re a dream come true.” He sighs, opening the door of your room with a quick gentle kick of his foot against the bottom corner.

“That would be you, mister.” You giggle softly, grinning when he drops you onto your bed after getting the door kicked open and closed and moving to lay comfortably before him.

“Me? I’m just Pedro Pascal.” He chuckles, climbing his way up and along the bed until he’s hovering face to face with you, his lips finding his way to the curve of your jaw now.

“You’re more than that,” you say breathlessly, moving your fingers into his hair again. “You’re more than just the sum of what Hollywood makes you out to be… I love you for who you show me when we’re together, not only for what Hollywood shows. You are more than just Pedro Pascal the actor, you are José Pedro Balmaceda Pascal, the man I shamelessly fell even harder for after he saved my birthday from being the absolute worst one to ever happen to me.”

“You deserved every minute of what I did for you,” he murmurs against your skin, pulling back to gaze down at you with admiration. “I appreciate everything you say to and about me, hermosa. Every word.”

“I mean every one and I will always stand by them.” You whisper with reassurance, your lips finding his once more. “Now please, let’s prove to each other how true our words are?”

“Yes,” he smiles, moving away so he can rub his hands up and along your sides. “And you’re sure you’re ready for a step this big?”

“Yes,” you breathe, grabbing his hands and lowering them toward the hem of the comfortable sweatpants you changed into after arriving home from work, your eyes showing how ready you really are. “Please.”

Pedro smiles and nods immediately, lightly gripping the hem of your sweats and pulling them down and off your ankles, leaving you in just your black laced panties you wear beneath. His hands go for your cotton t-shirt next, sitting up a bit so you can help him to get it pulled up and over your head, a blush burning at your cheeks as his gaze takes in your form laid out for him, your matching bra and panties a pleasing sight to his eyes.

“You’re so beautiful…” He muses in a gentle tone of voice, gliding his hands along your soft skin and smiling when goosebumps start erupting from his touch. “Your body reacts so naturally to me…” He leans forward to kiss from the edge of your shoulder toward your neck where he nuzzles his face against it, his lips and teeth eliciting soft gasps from you.

“Pedro…” You tilt your head, your fingers once again brushing through his dark locks.

“Hmm?” He hums in an inquiring tone, moving his lips from your neck down to your chest to start kissing at the swell of your breasts.

“Oh…” A soft moan escapes your lips when he reaches your breasts, your fingers giving a light clench in his hair. “Please,” you whimper softly, using your freehand to start tugging on his own shirt, which he immediately leans back so he can help you pull it off and toss it to the side. Your hands go for his pants next, getting the button undone and watching as he momentarily moves to the edge of the bed to kick them off and let them join his shirt, now only in his boxers as he climbs right back over you.

“Better?” He chuckles, letting his hands gently roam along each inch of your skin they can reach.

“Almost,” you murmur, shifting your positions in a quick blink of an eye so he’s now laid against the pillows and you’re straddling him by the waist, your hands tracing over each inch of his sun-kissed chest. “Now it’s better.” You smile down at him before starting to trail kisses along his skin the way he did you, starting from his lips and working your way from his neck, along his shoulders, down his chest and over every inch of his stomach.

“Bebita…” He sighs pleasantly, watching you shower him with love and affection with that pretty mouth of yours.

You have him speechless from the way your lips move over every inch of his skin that you can reach in your current position, him wanting so badly to have his hands on you in some way, but enjoying too much of the attention you’re so willingly giving him. It’s something he doesn’t receive very often and he doesn’t have the heart or even want to stop you from doing it. When you start kissing down the center of his stomach toward the waistband of his boxers, his breath hitches and you can only smirk at the small sound when it escapes him.

You look up at him through your lashes as your mouth hovers just over his clothed cock, your warm breath hitting his hardening length through the thin fabric of his boxers and making him visibly shiver. You smile this time and lean forward to press a gentle kiss to his twitching member as your actions cause him to grow harder. Your gaze is trained on the obvious size of him beneath his boxers and you can feel your cheeks burning again knowing you finally get to feel and experience what you’ve only gotten to think or dream about before you met him. You’ve always had a hunch that he’s an endowed man, pictures are obvious evidence of that, but seeing it for yourself in this moment for the first time has you wetter than a waterfall.

You gaze up at him when your fingers reach for the waistband of his boxers, your eyes asking for permission before pulling them off, even though you already can tell he wants them gone. With a quick nod of his head and a gentle brush of his thumb against your cheek, you quickly slide his boxers from around his waist, your cheeks even hotter now as his entire length springs free. You feel your mouth water at the sight of him, immediately dropping your head to kiss at the base of cock before trailing your tongue along the entire underside of his shaft.

“Fuck,” Pedro gasps, his eyes wide and lust blown as he watches you work your tongue along his length. When you stop at his swollen, precum leaking head to swirl your tongue in circles and collect the few beads of cum dripping from him, he lets out a deep groan, his fingers moving right into your hair. “Bebita…”

“Hmmm?” You repeat the hum he made at you minutes earlier, smirking when you take his tip into your mouth and suck on it as if it’s a lollipop.

“Oh bebita, your mouth feels so good.” He breathes, moving his fingers through your hair toward the back of your head and choking on air when you suddenly hollow your cheeks and take him further into your mouth and down your throat, your fingers wrapped around the base of his length to hold what you can’t reach just yet. “Holy fucking shit,” he groans louder this time, his hips bucking up into your mouth.

“Mmm…” You hum around him in response, swirling your tongue a few times before pulling back almost completely then taking him right back into and down your throat, gagging a bit the deeper he goes.

You repeat your actions several times, breathing through your nose with every bob of your head and letting out a deep moan when you take the entirety of his length down your throat, your nose pressed right against his pubic area.

“Jesus, bebita, if you keep that up I’m gonna cum and I’m not ready to cum yet.” He groans, clutching his fingers in your hair. He watches as you slowly pull off his cock, your lips swollen and eyes glossy when you gaze up at him.

“Sorry,” you bite your lip, moving back up his body to press a deep kiss to his lips, gasping when he has you flipped onto your back and pinned to your bed beneath him.

“It’s okay, but now it’s my turn.” He smirks, kissing and making his way down your body until his face is level with your clothed core, his fingers massaging into your thighs before curling around the waistband of your panties and slowly pulling them down, revealing your pretty dripping folds for him. “Fuck… What a pretty little pussy you have, bebita.”

Pedro dives right in, doesn’t even give you a chance to say a word before he starts swirling his tongue in circles around your clit and sucking it into his mouth. Your moans are instantaneous and he hums as he pushes his tongue right into your aching heat, groan rumbling through his chest when he tastes the sweet juices of your pussy.

“You taste so good, bebita… I desire to wake you up like this every morning...” He muses as he gives his lips a small lick, going right back to sucking at your clit and slowly easing two of his fingers inside of you, giving them a few small scissoring motions.

“Oh Pedro. Please,” you gasp, cheeks burning again at his words, wishing you could wake up to this every morning like he desires. If that’s what he wants then he can have it.

“Mmmm yeah? Is that what you want too, bebita?” He rasps, moving his fingers in and out of you while gently curling them against your spongy walls, humming and sucking your clit back into his mouth.

“Mmm oh yes,” you moan out, giving your walls a squeeze around his perfect fingers and bucking your hips against them and his tongue. “F-fuck, please don’t stop!” You plead with a soft cry, dropping your hand to card your fingers through his hair as he pleasures you with his mouth and fingers.

“I won’t,” he murmurs, picking up the pace of his fingers and curling them right against your sweet spot, lapping and sucking at your clit to coax you toward that high slowly burning inside you.

“Just like that!” You gasp, squeezing around his fingers again and giving his hair a gentle tug. “Oh fuck it feels so good.”

“Yeah? Gonna cum for me, hermosa?” He coos, repeating his actions and earning himself another soft cry from you.

“Yes! ’m s-so close already, oh please don’t stop!”

“I won’t,” he reminds you with a small smirk, continuing his licks and sucks on your clit and the rapid thrusts of his fingers against that same spot inside you until you’re finally coming undone for him.

“Oh Pedro!” You cum the moment your walls clamp down around his fingers when his pace quickens, soft wails of pleasure leaving your lips the longer he gives your clit harsh sucks to extend the high of your orgasm even more. “Fuck! Yes!”

“Mmmm.” He groans against your folds, lapping up every drop of your release while his fingers give one more curl inside you. “You taste so good, hermosa. I could feast on you for hours.”

“I need you,” you murmur with a soft pant, your fingers loosening in his hair. “Please.”

“Bebita…” Pedro coos, pulling his fingers from inside you and slowly making his way back up toward your face, leaving a gentle trail of kisses in his wake. “Tell me what you need.” He murmurs, pulling you forward off the bed and pressing his lips to your shoulders to leave a trail of soft kisses while his hands reach around to unclasp your bra. 

“I need you inside me, please. I...I want you to take what’s yours,” you plead with wide doe eyes, sighing in content at the feel of his lips kissing further along your skin after getting your bra pulled off and thrown to your bedroom floor.

“Yeah?” He grins, gently pushing you to lay back again while moving to press a deep kiss to your lips, settling between your legs with a low hum. “That all?” He smirks, hint of a tease in his tone as he kisses down your chin and toward your breasts, taking one of your nipples into his mouth and giving it a soothing suck.

“Mmm I want--” you moan, moving your fingers into his hair again after he takes your other nipple in his mouth and sucks the way he did the first time. “--your big cock, please… Want to feel how w-wide you stretch my tight little pussy and n-no condom either, I’m on-- fuck, I’m on birth control.”

“Joder, nena. ¿Dónde estuviste toda mi vida?” He groans deeply, moving back up to kiss your lips deeply while pressing the head of his cock at your entrance. “Are you ready for me, bebita?” translation: fuck baby, where have you been all my life?

“Yes,” you whisper, wrapping your legs firm around his waist when he starts to slowly push his hips forward, allowing your warm walls to swallow up his cockhead and the first few inches of his length. Your head tilts back with parted lips as he slowly fills you, finally letting out the loud moan building in your throat when he finishes burying himself to the hilt inside of you. “Oh Pedro...”

“Fuck you’re so tight, bebita.” Pedro hisses, giving your walls time to adjust to the burning stretch of his cock before starting his movements. Pressing his lips to yours once more after a few moments of letting you adjust, he slowly pulls his hips back, the two of you moaning in unison. “You feel so good, hermosa…” He murmurs into the kiss, one of his hands holding your right arm above your head while the other cups your cheek, pushing himself back inside of you with a deep groan.

“Oh yes, you stretch m-me so well…” You moan along with him, your hand in his hair pulling him further into the kiss as you start rocking yourself against him. “P-Please make love to me, baby.”

“Joder, te amo.” He groans, bringing both of his arms over to rest on each side of your head while slowly pulling his hips back again, pressing a deeper kiss to your lips and with more fervor than you’ve ever experienced when he pushes right back in, repeating the slow motions of his previous thrust.

“Te amo, Pedro…” You murmur into the kiss, both your arms now slipped around his neck and holding him close against your chest while he repeatedly makes his slow back and forth thrusts inside of you. “Oh g-god, baby...”

“‘m not gonna last long, bebita… Fuck, you feel better than anything I’ve ever felt in my life.” He buries his face against the crook of your neck with a groan, leaving chaste kisses as he lovingly fucks into you.

“Mmmm f-faster, please.” You moan, tilting your head sideways to give him better access to your neck while he kisses your sensitive skin, biting your lip at the groan that leaves his throat from your request before he starts picking up his pace. “Y-yes, like that, oh please don’t stop!”

“I love it when you say that,” he groans more, thrusting as deep as he can go with every gradual increase in his pace. “You love how good I make you feel, huh bebita? Finally get to feel the things you could only ever fantasize or dream about?”

“Mmmm yes!” You admit without shame, your eyes rolling back the faster and deeper he sends his cock inside of you, squeezing your legs tighter around his middle so your heels are pressing into his lower back. “E-Everything I’ve ever dr-dreamed it to be, oh god Pedro!”

“I love the sounds you make for me, bebita… Your beautiful moans and cries of my name…like music to my ears, music I wish to hear and cherish for the rest of my existence.” He murmurs tenderly while pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear, pulling back so he can gaze down at you as he gives your breasts a gentle caress and squeeze, continuing his deep and fast thrusts.

“I want...it too, I-- Oh…” You moan again, arching your back into his touch to your breasts and pressing your ankles hard against his ass, simultaneously pushing him even deeper inside of you. “Oh right there.” You groan, your fists balled up in the sheets.

“Fuck,” he grunts in response to the way you push him deeper into your warm center, his immediate reaction being to hit that same spot over and over again, both of you groaning at how great it feels. “Right here?” He grins, gently tweaking your nipples between his thumb and pointer finger.

“Yeah!” You gasp, rocking your hips against his own to match his forward thrusts into you, your head thrown back as a soft, deeper moan escapes your open mouth. “I’m gonna cum, oh god I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum with me, bebita.” He groans, leaning down again to kiss you with extreme fervor, one of his hands dropped so he can rub quick circles on your clit, eliciting a cry from you at the sudden attention to your bundle of nerves.

You kiss him harder now, throwing your arms around his neck again and hugging him closer as he coaxes the two of you toward your rising climaxes, your walls fluttering around him with his every thrust. “I’m so close I’m so close I’m so close!” You whine and with one hard thrust right against your cervix and a few more rubs to your clit, Pedro has you coming undone beneath him, your walls clamped down around him as you cum hard and in turn trigger his own release, your body trembling in his embrace as your orgasm rips through you. “Oh yes!”

“Joder bebita,” he moans as he fills you, burying his face in the crook of your neck while he continues his thrusts, still aiming for your deepest areas to help ride both of you through your highs. 

“Oh Pedro, I--” You groan softly, fisting your fingers in his hair at his continued thrusts into you, your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “--fuck!”

You’re the one left speechless now by how mind blowing sex with this man is, how intimate and passionate he is as he makes love to you and how verbal he can be, the Spanish spoken words and phrases the cherry on top of it all. You just can’t believe how lucky you are to have someone to love you like this, so intimately, and you’re even more blessed that it’s Pedro Pascal himself.

The two of you are panting by the time Pedro pulls out of you, his forehead gently resting against your shoulder while you both catch your breath, unable to contain the smiles wide on your faces. If you were able to read minds, Pedro’s thoughts would for sure make that smile wider and even your cheeks a lot hotter.

“Wow…” You breathe, lightly scratching your nails at the nape of his neck. “That was…”

“Everything you’ve ever dreamed it to be?” He teases, lifting his head to give you a playful smirk.

“Yes,” you giggle, leaning forward to capture his lips for a deep kiss. “I love you, Pedro…”

“Te quiero más que a nada en el mundo.” He murmurs against your parted lips, slowly pulling back and giving your thighs a firm massage. “Now wait right here for me, okay?” translation: I love you more than anything in the entire world.

“Where’re you going?” You pout and he just chuckles.

“Bathroom.”

“S’right there,” you point to the bathroom just off your room and again he chuckles.

“I’ve noticed, hermosa.”

Pedro gives you one more kiss before carefully moving off of you and heading to the bathroom to grab a nice warm wet washcloth to clean you with, giving himself a quick wipe down with a cloth of his own before rejoining you in the bedroom.

You smile when you see him reappear out of the bathroom, gaze landing on the washcloth in his hand and you become flustered at the thought of him tenderly cleaning you up after making love to you. He smiles down at you as he climbs back on the bed, taking the warm cloth and washing your sensitive area as gentle as possible, being sure to get your thighs too. You sigh softly.

“I’ll miss this while you’re away...”

“Miss it? I’m taking you with me.”

Other translations:

bebita: baby, hermosa: beautiful, joder: fuck, te amo: I love you (duh)

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[wakatoshine]

crush CULTURE ☆

3rd year! shirabu kenjirou x fem reader

WC: probably around 2-3k

shirabu kenjirou has always enjoyed the quiet. he was raised to value the silence and to fight for his wants and needs in the shadows. he was taught that his future success would speak louder than his own words.

for someone raised with that philosophy, shirabu surrounded himself with quite rambunctious individuals. he was an athlete! he couldn’t stay in the quiet comfort that was his head on the court.

his first real friend at shiratorizawa was, unsurprisingly, kawanishi taichi. he was a fellow first year when they joined the club, and shirabu felt like he was the only first year in his bunch close to his level. they were similar, they bonded quickly, and just like that his first year at shiratorizawa had passed by in an instant.

complications that shirabu would rather avoid arose at the start of his second year. second year was monumental for many reasons. shirabu had surpassed his senpai, semi eita, and recieved a starting position on the shiratorizawa male volleyball club. second year also brought about goshiki tsutomu (much to shirabu’s own chargin) and more college preparatory classes.

shirabu was the only member of his team who got accepted into shiratorizawa based on merit. he knew he worked hard and deserved what he got, but it was difficult to not have teammates who could relate to his own struggles.

that was where you came in.

the first time shirabu saw you was in your shared college preparatory biology class. your eyes were filled with such passion for the subject and you walked in the room with a huge smile on your face every day.

you were quite the individual. there was this journal of yours, you were teased about it quite often, but shirabu found it endearing. you could be seen around campus plucking leaves off trees and gluing them into your journal. it was full of the daily discoveries and observations you made. you were quite the upcoming scientist.

when your mutual teacher announced that you and shirabu were to be lab partners, he had no complaints. he knew you were smart and he had a good feeling that your presence wouldn’t be a hinderence to his own studies.

it was a week before interhigh when you first met the rest of the shiratorizawa boys volleyball club. you knew absolutely nothing about the sport and you only stopped by because shirabu had left his calculator behind.

“kenjirou-kun,” you called out (another thing to note, you had absolutely no semblance of manners. you had practically called shirabu by his first name since the first day you met him) “i have your calculator.”

everyone’s eyes navigated over to you, and you couldn’t help but cower a bit once coach washijou sent you a harsh glare.

“pardon the intrusion,” you had muttered, remembering that you only knew one person in the room. maybe it would do you good to pretend you had proper manners.

shirabu dropped the ball he had been holding and made his way over to you.

“thank you, l/n-san” he nodded before taking his calculator out of your hands.

you smiled in response, “it’s no problem at all kenjirou-kun! don’t be so careless next time, i may not be around to save the day.” you teased.

shirabu had only blushed at your retreating form. his teammates noticed, of course, and he faced an intense round of questioning after you were out of sight.

taichi had called it a crush, goshiki seemed angry that shirabu managed to clinch a girlfriend before he had the chance to, tendou made fun of him, and ushijima had been completely indifferent towards the matter.

shirabu had denied that he had any attraction to you. there was nothing special about you, other than your intelligence of course. that’s what stood out to him the most about you. you were undeniably one of the brightest minds at the academy, and you stood out from the rest because you were so passionate.

shirabu had wondered if he would ever have the chance to feel that passion you had towards life.

you became more and more of a presence in shirabu’s life as his second year progressed. tendou had made sure of that with his endless heckling.

you attended games, you began waiting for shirabu after practices. you became friends with taichi and suddenly you were part of shirabu’s own friend group. he wasn’t complaining, it was a change of pace and you felt like a breath of fresh air.

it was the week before the beginning of your third year when shirabu had realized his admiration for you was deeper than a reverent respect for your intelligence.

the break before third year had been busy for you. you had decided to send in your journal (with no expectations for it to be seen as important) and some big shot lab in tokyo had found it interesting. boom! you were published in your first scientific magazine at the tender age of 17.

you had ran the familiar route (due to countless study sections over the past year) to the shirabu household to share the news. you had knocked on the door completely winded, and shirabu had opened the door to see you standing on his porch with a flushed face, wild hair, and the biggest grin on your face.

“i did it kenjirou!” you had yelled before attacking him with the tightest hug you could muster.

shirabu had known what you meant immediately, and it was as if your joy had transferred through a wire into his own brain.

you had watched in wonder as a genuine smile found its place on shirabu’s face. he was beautiful, you had known that for awhile now, but he was simply stunning with such a genuine expression on his face.

pulling away from the hug, you moved to clutch shirabu’s hands and shirabu swore he stopped breathing in that moment. despite how cliche it might be, shirabu knew he was in love in that moment. maybe taichi was right, he was a hopeless romantic. only for you.

despite being a fairly straightforward person, shirabu decided not to confess then and there. it was your celebratory night and he didn’t want to overshadow your success with some silly emotions. it would have to wait.

and wait it did. two months of your third year had passed and still no progress was made. shirabu was frustrated, but he didn’t want to seem like a fool confessing without knowing your emotions.

“just go for it,” taichi had told him, “it’s so obvious that she feels the same way.”

even goshiki was giving him advice. shirabu had snapped at him afterwords, he was just a kouhai what did he know about love and feelings.

everyone but shirabu knew about your love for the male. it was obvious when you had cried in pride after shirabu had recieved his captains jersey at the start of the year. it seemed like you were happier for shirabu than he was for himself.

you had been there for shirabu (and the team of course, but mostly for shirabu) when they faced another defeat when trying to clinch the ticket to nationals during interhigh.

you found shirabu sitting in the hallway alone.

“i should have seen it coming,” he had said bitterly, “it’s not like i could ever live up to ushijima and what he did for the team.”

you took his face into your hands and forced him to meet your eyes. your heart broke when you saw the way his eyes shone with unshed tears.

“that’s not true kenjirou,” you whispered, “ushijima knew what he was doing entrusting you with the team. you’re talented and deserve everything you have gotten this year.”

shirabu had shook his head, “even so, y/n, it wasn’t enough. maybe the golden age of shiratorizawa is over after all.”

you hadn’t said anything back at that point. you only forced him up from his crouched position and gave him a short side hug before leading him to the bus.

your relationship with shirabu had taken a massive step back after that day. you knew shirabu was going through something so you chose to step back. it hurt, but you had genuinely thought that it was for the best.

it was no more than a month later when you heard a sharp knock on the wood door to your dorm room. it was shirabu, and to be quite honest he has never looked worse.

the past month had been difficult for you, but it seemed like it had taken quite a hit on shirabu as well.

he had let himself in once you opened the door and immediately moved to sit on the foot of your bed. your roommate was out at the mess hall at the time, so you thankfully had the dorm to yourself.

“would you mind telling me why you’re here kenjirou?” you asked, crossing your arms across your chest in an attempt to look angered.

shirabu sighed, “i’m sorry,” he stated, “i shouldn’t have ignored you for the past month.”

your eyes softened. it was no secret that you had a soft spot in your heart for the brown haired boy. it was impossible for you to actually be mad at him.

“you shouldn’t have,” you agreed and shirabu immediately tensed up, “but i know you had to figure things out, so i can understand why you did.” you added, making shirabu relax once again.

at this point, shirabu’s heart was running a mile a minute. there was no doubt in his mind that tonight was the perfect time to confess. he just had to figure out what to say.

but when you sat down next to him and rested your cheek on his shoulder all thoughts left his head. it was almost as if your head was meant to rest in the crook of his shoulder.

needless to say, shirabu kenjirou did not confess that night.

however, the relationship between the two of you had improved drastically after that night. your interactions had grown from platonic to something more, and it made the rest of the team sure that the two of you were together.

“how could you ask l/n out and not tell me about it,” taichi said, clapping shirabu over the shoulder, “i thought we were buds”

shirabu had rolled his eyes, “there’s nothing going on between y/n and i, stop fantasizing.”

“nothing going on? how could you say that when the two of you were clinging on to each other last night when we got meat buns after practice?” goshiki called, which resulted in him receiving a slap from shirabu himself.

“there’s nothing there, we’re just friends,” shirabu scowled.

“friends with emotions though.” taichi teased.

shirabu blushed, “ok fine, i may like her but it’s not like she feels the same way.”

it was taichi’s turn to scoff this time. “yeah right dude, but if you want to think that go ahead,”

months passed once again and it was time for the spring qualifier tournament. shiratorizawa lost, but this time shirabu didn’t harbor too many bitter emotions. he was ready to pass his title down to goshiki, lord knows the kid deserved it.

you and shirabu had sat on his porch the night after the loss. the moonlight reflected on his eyes as you turned to look at him. he had a small smile on his face, you would almost say it looked a bit sad, maybe even nostalgic.

“are you upset about today?” you asked.

“i don’t think so,” shirabu answered, “i’ve had countless opportunities with this team. i’ve gone to nationals three times. twice my first year and once my second. maybe it’s time another school in miyagi had the chance to shine.”

you chuckled, “that’s a very noble opinion kenjirou, but i’m sure washijou would disagree.”

“washijou’s an old man, he’s upset at everything at this point of his life,” shirabu laughed “what does he know.”

it was silent, but the kind of silence between partner flames that was comforting.

“besides,” shirabu started, “it’s goshiki’s turn now. i think he’s as talented as he is annoying. he’ll be good for the team.”

you nodded and chose not to say anything more about the topic. your heart felt heavy, and you started to think back on the time you had spent at shiratorizawa academy.

graduation was nearing quickly, your future was too near to ignore. your time as a child was almost complete. you thought you had lived it out to it’s fullest.

you reached out and clutched shirabu’s hand. he looked up at you in curiousity.

“is anything wrong?” he asked.

you shook your head, “no, i was just thinking.”

shirabu squeezed your hand and turned to look up at the sky.

“the moon is beautiful tonight, isn’t it?” shirabu whispered.

your head whipped around to face him. surely you hadn’t heard him right. your lips parted and shut a few times before you sighed.

“what did you say?” you asked.

“it was nothing.” he responded.

the last few months of your third year at shiratorizawa passed quickly. shirabu and kawanishi’s retirement from the volleyball club was unceremonious. goshiki was, as expected, thrilled to be named captain.

shirabu had placed a hand on goshiki’s shoulder and told him that the team depends on him. goshiki cried like a baby and thanked him too many times to count.

the night before graduation found you, taichi, and shirabu at the local ice cream parlor.

“i can’t believe it’s over!” you exclaimed, slamming your hands on the table.

“we had fun, didn’t we?” taichi asked, and shirabu nodded, reaching under the table to squeeze your hand.

you blushed, “it’s hard to believe that kenjirou and i will be in tokyo. what are your plans taichi?” you asked the ginger haired boy.

“i’m heading to tokyo too, maybe i’ll work a few years to get myself through uni.” taichi said.

“i’m glad we’re all heading to the same place,” shirabu stated with a small smile.

the three of you sat in quiet comfort as you all finished your ice cream in peace. it was then that your phone chimed with a notification from you mom.

“shoot!” you shouted, standing up and grabbing your coat and bag, “i was supposed to be home an hour ago! i’ll see the two of you tomorrow!” you explained while running out the door.

shirabu and kawanishi stared at your retreating form. shirabu sighed, slightly peeved by the fact that he didn’t get the chance to walk you home.

“what are you going to do tomorrow?” taichi asked.

“confess,” shirabu stated as if it was a known fact.

his companion nodded, “i wish you luck then.”

shirabu stood at your doorstep the next morning. the third years had moved out of the dorms the week before, so everyone was at home. the two of you had decided to make the long trek to the academy together.

you looked stunning in your uniform that day. your mother had made sure that it was pressed and proper the night before. for once in your high school career, you were wearing the uniform correctly. it was a strange sight to see, but shirabu didn’t mind it.

“see something you like?” you asked while doing a quick twirl on the pavement.

shirabu blushed and took your hand in his. the gesture was normal between the two of you, and you were seen holding hands with the brunette more often than not.

the two of you split ways once arriving at the school gate. shirabu headed towards the gym and you went to speak to your teachers in the building.

it wasn’t until after the graduation ceremony that you reunited with him.

you had already bawled your eyes out by this point. you looked horrendous with mascara all over your cheeks. shirabu had laughed when he saw you, but he enveloped you in his arms once he heard your quiet sniffles.

“why so many tears?” he asked you.

“i don’t think i’m ready to leave,” you choked out, “i’m going to miss this place so much.”

shirabu took your face in his hands, a complete role reversal from the last intimate moment the two of you had shared months before during the interhigh tournament.

“i’ll miss it too, but we can’t look back forever.” he said while looking into your eyes.

he didn’t let go of your cheeks, and instead looked at you with an emotion you couldn’t quite recognize despite normally being able to read shirabu easily.

“can i kiss you?” he asked.

all you could do is nod before shirabu tilted your head gently upwards and covered your lips with his. your eyes widened for a moment before you relaxed into his arms.

you tasted of peppermint and salt. peppermint from your cheap convenience store chapstick and salt from the tears that had been spilled earlier.

shirabu found it endearing, like every other aspect of you.

you had been the first one to pull away from the tender kiss. you looked up at shirabu with wide eyes only to see him looking back at you with an emotion so intense and sincere it made you take a step back.

he fiddled with the second button of his uniform, successfully taking it off and placing it in your hands.

“i meant to do this earlier but i didn’t think it was the right time,” he said shyly.

“don’t get shy on me know kenjirou,” you chided, “where did your confidence go?”

shirabu rested his forehead against yours and chuckled softly. his expression softened into something more serious before he next spoke.

“i like you a lot, y/n” he said.

“i figured” you laughed, “i’ve been waiting for you to say that for awhile now.”

shirabu watched in quiet delight as your nose scrunched up and your eyes sparkled with joy.

yeah, he thought, he had been waiting for this as well.

— fin —

well guys that was it! i hope you enjoyed. this was something i wrote quickly in class, so that’s why it is pretty rough. i had fun with it so i hope you did too!

[a-life-lesson-in-submission]

Inside a Submissives Soul

Dear Diary -

My head has been abit of a shed the past week. I am clouded by emotions at play, mainly in my personal life but it seems to impact everything in my life as a result. Saying that, my mood lifted greatly knowing I was getting to see Sir, straight away everything else didn't matter anymore.

A couple of hours is always better than nothing, I'm always grateful for any time we get together. Seeing him pull up I can't help but smile, I feel such joy and peace around him. There isn't a thing I would want to change about him, everything he is, is all I want and need.

We get to our spot, it doesn't take long for him to pull me in close to him to say hello. He is very approving, always making me feel incredibly welcome in his presence. Sir gave me a choice of what we could do; rope play or relax with one another, to which I responded that the whole point in this is for me to give all control over to him, whatever he presents to me, I am more than happy with. Although the rope play got my attention making me grin but all in good time I'm sure.

He proceeded to caress my body through my clothing, at first I was sat cradled on his lap before standing me up and turning me to face away from him, dropped my bottoms, lifted my top over my head... (he even takes the time to fold my clothing, I find this so sweet), turned me back to face him reaching around to unhook my bra. Made eachother chuckle as I was impressed he did it so smoothly. He left my thong on, turning me side on to him. Planting kisses on my body, occasionally I would lean to meet his face so we could share a small kiss. Between his gropes I would receive a spanking, the sound of his hand meeting my cheeks, smiling at every one landing against me.

His fingers soon went to work, I could feel the throbbing ache from the inside out, he is incredibly good with his fingers, I can't help but turn to mush. I could feel my wetness becoming more and more noticeable. I have a real thing for hands in my panties, an absolute sucker for such pleasures. My hands often wander, sometimes I just don't know where to put them, he took my right hand placing it on a nearby handle, my left was over his shoulder down his back, my nails would trace him through his shirt.

His right hand around the back of me, between my legs, he teased until he pushed his fingers into me, his left around the front of me circling my sensitives. My breathing became heavy, I could feel myself building the more he continued to probe and feel around. My body tensing and relaxing, raising myself onto my tiptoes and back down, pressing myself onto him as he kissed at my body. He must have spent the best part of an hour using his fingers, often feeling I was ready to release myself.

Our positions changed a couple of times to save us from becoming too uncomfortable. I was lost in my lust for him, I craved him massively, I felt I was on the edge of my release the entire time but she is remaining stubborn. It still feels incredible, I can't complain, he is magical with his hands, I just want more and more of him all the time. Everytime he really slowed down, I thought that was it, he reached the bite, the smallest of touches and strokes to send me over the edge. He saw my frustration, he knows it is bothering me, giving me comfort in his words to enjoy the experience and not to worry about it. I need to learn to let myself relax, I felt I was better this time than last so we are getting there.

I came so close so many times, there was a couple of occasions his speed and pressure increased to the point I nearly squirted, I could feel it warming and the sensation tells me it's there. One of my hand joined his, mine rubbing my sensitives, his fingers kneading away at my insides, telling me how many fingers were in me. My word, it was so damn close. So many times I would tremble, it was right there.

The pace slowed to a stop, he leaned over me smiling, pressing his lips against mine, telling me the things he likes in the way my body responds to him. I've never known my body respond to anyone the way it does him so why the hell am I not releasing?! It baffles me, he's doing everything perfectly. I really need to focus on the experience, not the destination, let it build and take my time without adding pressure to myself.

We need a quick refreshment. I am sat, he came to stand infront of me, comes down to my level, one hand taking hold of my hair, the other around my neck, his lips so close to mine but not close enough to steal a kiss, I felt myself moisten immediately, I receive a kiss filled with passion. He then steps away, standing infront of me and places my hand on his him through his jeans, I firmly grope at him, he starts unbuckling, his member ready to greet me. His shirt comes off, in my head I'm saying 'phwoar' whilst 'grrr'ing'. Sir tells me I may, I take a moment to feel him before my mouth quickly drops in to take him, to taste him, damn he tastes good. Tickling my tongue around him, sealing my lips around him, I take him deep into my throat, then back out to tease his tip. Every so often he's hands would run through my hair before he would hold me and create a rhythm, I can't help but grin with a mouth full. I was ready to receive a load if he needed to unleash himself.

He pulls away telling me to stand, he reaches for my very wet panties and lowers them, they're off within seconds. I feel his member between my legs, the heat from him meeting my heat, I placed a leg on the seat to higher myself for him to enter, to save hassle, he turns me around and bends me over. He takes a moment, I feel coolness and twitch in response, I twitch an awful lot and he seems to be very amused by this, 'it never gets old', he says.

Easing his him into my her, he feels amazing, pushing deeper, filling me to the brim, total bliss. Sliding in and out, my body shaking, he feels, he fits, I just want to explode over him.

I push back against him, forcing him to plunge into me as deep as possible, our pace quickens, his grip on my hips, my hair or my shoulders would tighten and firm up as he pounded himself into me. Several times he says to slow down as I push back in return, taking his force. I rub at myself whilst his member slides in and out of me, I want him harder, faster, deeper. Sir is quite well spoken, or at least I think so, to hear him using such profanities in how pleasurable it is to him just spurs me on. He is ready to unload, within moments I feel his warmth cover my insides, I am more than satisfied to hear him release, I am content knowing I have a part of him within me.

Slowly standing up, my back pressed against him. His head over my shoulder next to mine, it is apparent our workout has us skin soaked again. Barely moving, both just breathing, his member falls away from me gradually, I twitch, it is such a nice feeling. I turn to face him, embrace him, skin to skin. The alarm begins sound, our time is up for today.

He suggests a rinse in the shower, I do so, he assists with the quick wash down then hands me a towel when I am done and we switch places. I can feel his man juice oozing around. Again I stand watching him as we talk. These moments we share I never want them to end, the impact it makes on our connection is something unique. He switches the off the shower, I begin patting over his chest with the towel, this is alien to him, he feels it should be the other way round. I tell him he is important too, I can be just as attentive, I want to be here for him the same way he is me. Although it may seem odd to him receiving this, he didn't object and allowed me to continue until he was to move out of the shower.

Time to get dressed. We talk, we laugh, we share small moments of affection. Back to reality we go, this is the worst part of it all but I am holding onto everything else to keep the positivity of our meet close to me.

Ever the gentleman, offers me something to eat but I am ok. Dropping me off before heading away to commitments, we joke around alittle, I am pretty cheeky, he nips my peach, right on the mark from spanking, bringing another grin over my face, I reach back for a kiss. He is amused by me having to essentially jump out because I am petite and the vehicle is tall, I give him the middle finger, I suspect I will pay for that later. We continue to joke alittle, he is waiting for me to cross the road, will I trip and fall, will I cross safely... I get to the other side, he then claps his hands to say 'well done', all I can do is think 'cheeky sod'... says me! Wave goodbye until our next encounter. I have the biggest smile on my face as I approach home.

My feelings for Sir, I know are unbelievably strong. So much of him I want, need, desire. Don't know if it's love but it does make feel a little less sad. I genuinely feel so happy with him around, he brings such harmony to my melody and madness. He tames my inner demons, calming my chaos, he reaches so far into my soul. If he wished to keep me, I know right now for certain that wish would be granted without a doubt. I really feel like I am his and his alone. I matter to someone, not just anyone.

11 years of here and there contact to having finally met him, helping me find my way in having this fantasy I have yearned for so long to become reality. This foundation alone is what makes this beautiful.

I am not only the luckiest submissive, I am the luckiest woman too.

[tripleaxeldiaz]

with your heart, my soul is bound

for @hearteyesforbuck <3

part of the vermont series

read on ao3

When they told Maddie they had decided to get married in a month, Eddie was pretty sure she was going to pick both of them up and throw them out the window.

“You’re telling me,” she said with an eerie calm that made the hair on the back of Eddie’s arms stand up, “that I only have 31 days to plan a wedding from scratch in a town I barely know, all because you guys are too impatient to wait at least a year like normal people?” 

“It’s actually more like 27 days—” Eddie squawked as Buck elbowed him in the ribs. He turned back to his sister, doing his best to replicate the puppy dog eyes and pout that Chris always used to try and stay up past his bedtime. 

“Look, Mads…it’s just too far away.” Buck said, threading his arm through Eddie’s, squeezing his bicep. “We could go to the courthouse and get it over with, but we want to do it right. We want to do it now.” Maddie just looked at them, eyes skeptical and contemplative. “I mean, if you don’t think you’re up for it, we can always hire a wedding planner…”

“No, no way. I can do it. I’m doing it.” 

Buck grinned, turning to Eddie and shooting him a wink. Eddie laughed and rolled his eyes, planting a kiss on Buck’s shoulder. 

“You’re the best Mads, seriously. We owe you big.”

“I am the best, and you absolutely do, and I will absolutely be holding this over your head until the end of time.” She sat up straighter, picking up her laptop from the nearby coffee table and firing it up.

“First things first, what poor sucker am I going to have to yell at to get a venue booked on such short notice….”

~~~~~~~~~~

Eddie’s not sure if there’s a higher power at work, but if there is, they really wanted this wedding to happen. Maybe they had taken pity on them, saw both of them work and fight so hard for their own lives that when they finally found each other, found the grace and joy in each other that they hadn’t been able to give themselves, the universe said alright, you guys deserve a break. We’ll go easier on you now.

When they couldn’t find a space no matter how loud Maddie yelled, Karen had an opening at the inn in their biggest room, the perfect size for all their guests. When their first caterer fell through, Bobby stepped up immediately, offering food and desserts and a cake free of charge as a wedding gift. When none of the rental places had a dance floor big enough for what they wanted, Buck insisted on building one from scratch, and had just enough time to finish it. 

When Eddie’s parents weren’t going to make it, some excuse about airline prices and not enough time to prepare, Sophia volunteered herself to walk Eddie down the aisle before he could even be too hurt about it. 

A month later (27 days, Eddie, that’s not a month, those four days matter), he’s standing in awe in the middle of the room where he’s going to marry the love of his life in about 20 minutes. Buck always talked about how he was sure his sister had a little bit of magic in her, but she must have summoned a whole lot more for this because she’s worked a miracle. Forest green carpet covers the center aisle, leading to a hand carved archway Chim surprised them with at the rehearsal the night before. The arch is covered in roses and chrysanthemums in burgundy and wrapped with vines of ivy. Fairy lights hang all across the ceiling, making Eddie feel like he’s in a completely different galaxy, starlight following him wherever he goes. He feels his eyes water as he takes it all in, because even in his wildest fantasies, he never imagined everything coming together this perfectly.

“Don’t cry now, you haven’t even seen Buck yet.” Maddie’s walking up the aisle, clipboard in hand, a vision in her silver dress. It might just be the lights, but she looks a little misty too.

“Maddie, I really don’t know how we can ever thank you for all of this,” Eddie says as he looks around again. She stops in front of him, places a hand on his shoulder, silent until he looks at her dead on. She’s got that familiar sparkle in her eyes that must be a Buckley trait.

“You already have. You love my brother like he deserves to be loved, with your entire heart and soul. I can never thank you for that, but maybe we can call it even now.” She pulls him into a tight hug, kissing his cheek before letting go. “Alright, back to your room, the guests will be getting here any minute.”

He gives her a mock salute as he leaves, jogging back to the room down the hall where he and his sisters have set up camp. When he left, the kids were loud as always, fighting Sophia as she tried to get them dressed. She won, thankfully, and they’re quiet now, watching Chris play a game on his Switch. Sophia is in one of the lounge chairs, head back, eyes closed, a beer held loosely in her hands.

Eddie almost feels bad disturbing her peace when he flicks her forehead.

“You better not be drunk before my wedding,” he says as he sits in the chair next to her.

She cracks an eye open, giving him a deeply unimpressed look. “Please, one beer isn’t gonna do me in, I’m not mom.” Eddie’s stomach goes a little funny at the mention of their mother, hands unconsciously clenching into fists. Sophia sets her beer down and reaches over, rubbing his hands in hers until they relax. “You know you would have been ten times more stressed if they were here. Dad would have already found 15 things wrong with the inn, and Mom would be fighting with Maddie about the decorations.”

“I know,” Eddie sighs. “You’re right, but still, it’s so…”

“Shitty? That they refused to come to their only son’s wedding? Yeah, it is.”

“Buck’s parents aren’t coming either, they didn’t even respond to the invite. This just feels like something they all should be able to give up their pride for, you know? For family’s sake.”

“But they aren’t your family, Eddie, not really. Your family is here today, everyone who loves the both of you and wants to celebrate your love. Those are the people that matter.”

Eddie nods, squeezing Sophia’s hands. “It’s really annoying how you’re right about everything.”

She nods sagely. “It’s the cross I bear as the oldest sibling.”

They settle into comfortable silence, hands still clasped, the drone of arriving guests floating in from the main room. Despite the short notice, they’re expecting almost 100 people across family, friends, co-workers, and Army buddies. As the voices continue, Eddie’s leg starts bouncing, and he can’t stop playing with his cufflinks. 

“Nervous?” Sophia asks.

Eddie shakes his head. “Not at all. I’m just— I really can’t wait to marry him.”

Sophia squeezes his hand this time, her smile soft. “I’m so happy for you, Eddie. Not just that you found Buck, either, but for everything you’ve done since you sold your book. I only ever wanted you to have the good life you deserved, and I’m so glad you have that here.”

“You’re the one who started it all,” Eddie says. “None of this would have happened if you weren’t such a snoop.”

“That’s true,” she says, laughing. “But you did all the real work. You invested in yourself and you made it happen. I just lit the match under your ass, you built the bonfire.”

Eddie’s throat feels too tight to speak, so he kisses the back of her hand instead. There’s a knock at the door before Maddie comes in, clipboard replaced with a bouquet.

“Everyone’s seated, it’s showtime.”

Sophia claps as she stands up, herding the kids, straightening ties and flattening flyways as she sends them off with Maddie. Eddie offers her his arm as she grabs her own bouquet and meets him with a blinding smile.

“Alright, Bromundo, let’s get you hitched!”

Eddie’s too excited to even fight the nickname, matching his sister’s smile as they walk out the door.

~~~~~~~~~~

The music begins and the guests stand, facing the back entrance of the hall. The twins come down the aisle first, Alexa tossing fistfuls of rose petals in front of them every few steps. Chris goes next, beaming at everyone as he goes, getting a high five from Adriana and a kiss from Abuela before taking his place at the altar. 

Eddie offers Sophia his arm, and they nod to each other as they head out. When he steps into the hall again, he’s hit with the same wonder he felt the first time, even more so seeing everyone filling seats, full of joy and tears and love for him. For them. His smile is the most genuine it’s ever been, and he doesn’t even care that his cheeks already hurt. The butterflies in his stomach fly faster the closer he gets to the altar, the anticipation making his skin buzz in a wonderful way. They stop in front of the archway, and Sophia pulls him into an iron gripped hug, her arms so tight he’s worried she might leave bruises.

“You deserve this, Eddie. Every bit of it,” she whispers as she pulls away, taking her seat next to Adriana. They each blow him a kiss as he settles at the altar, Chris flashing a thumbs up from his side. Eddie looks towards the back of the aisle and feels his breath stop completely, the rest of the world melting to nothing around him. He’s glad they decided to let him walk down first because he’s not sure he’d be able to take one step with his knees feeling this weak.

Buck looks nothing less than ethereal, like the gods sent him straight down from the skies so the world could finally see what real, unfiltered beauty looks like. His burgundy suit hugs every glorious inch of him, makes his birthmark into even more of the angel’s kiss Eddie knows it is. His hair is styled but soft enough that the curls are still loose, glowing under the lights like a halo. It’s not long before Eddie’s vision blurs with tears, the happiest tears he’s ever felt, because despite the perfect packaging he’s in today, Eddie knows the man underneath, knows his passion and his mind and his gentleness, and that is the man he can’t wait to spend forever with. 

He makes his way down the aisle with Maddie, his smile growing the closer he gets to Eddie. He kisses Maddie’s cheek as she drops his arm, and then he’s there, right in front of him, looking even more beautiful up close. He’s not a dream, not a trick of the light, not a cruel hallucination Eddie’s brain has cooked up. He’s real and looking at Eddie like he’s the only person in the world worth looking at.

“Hi,” Buck whispers as he takes Eddie’s hands in his calloused ones, threading their fingers together.

“Hi,” Eddie responds wetly, feeling more grounded just being in Buck’s presence than he has all day. 

He doesn’t hear much past “dearly beloved”, too focused on committing every detail of Buck — the feel of his hands, the lights reflecting in his eyes, the flush of his cheeks, his smile, everything — to memory. They’re both broken from their haze as the officiant clears his throat, looking at them expectantly.

“Sorry, what?” Buck asks.

“I said, I believe the grooms have written their own vows?” They nod as the audience laughs behind them. “Eddie, whenever you’re ready.”

Eddie takes a deep breath, his knees somehow going weaker. It had been easy writing his vows — the hardest part was keeping them short, since he could easily fill up volume after volume with how he feels about Buck. But he wanted them to be special, wanted to look at his almost husband the entire time he spoke so he could see in his eyes how true his words were. So he left the paper in his pocket and memorized his words instead, went over and over them with Chris until he had them down perfectly. He was worried he’d lose everything as soon as he looked at Buck, but if anything, it cemented the words in his mind even more, branding them across his heart, completely making Buck a part of his very being.

“Evan,” he starts, sees Buck’s smile wobble, feels his hands grasp tighter. “A long time ago, I accepted that I wasn’t meant for love. That there was no one who would see my scars and love me because of them, because of the man they made me into, not in spite of them. And I was happy, for the most part. Happy to focus all my energy on Chris and raising him, making sure he knew he was loved and that he mattered. It was easy to ignore, to forget wanting to be found like that.”

“But then I moved to Vermont, and a tree fell into my son’s room. You showed up to fix it, and everything changed.” He reaches a hand up to Buck’s cheek, wiping away the tears tracing paths down his face. “You fixed everything in our house, but you didn’t try and fix me. You saw the cracks and scuffs and pieces hanging by threads, and you still thought I was beautiful. You’ve witnessed the best and ugliest sides of me, and you’ve never made me feel the need to compensate for not being perfect. You see me, all of me. And for the rest of my life, I will do my best to make sure you know I see you too. To make sure you know, always, that Chris and I love you to the ends of the earth. That even if your own cracks get deeper and your scuffs get worse, I will always see you for the amazing man that you’ve become. Thank you for loving me, and for letting me love you. Thank you for not fixing me. Thank you for finding me.”

Buck sneaks a look at the officiant before leaning forward and placing a quick kiss on Eddie’s cheek. There’s laughs again, in between sniffles and rustling tissues. He sees Buck take his own breath, meeting Eddie’s eyes again, and Eddie can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of him, his own happiness apparently too much for his body to keep inside.

“I’m clearly not the writer in this relationship,” he says, with more laughter from the audience. “I’m not always the best with my words, but I am a man of action, and I always keep my promises. So I promise you, Edmundo Diaz, to always have your back. I promise to love you every day, and even more on the days that you don’t think you deserve to be loved. I promise to catch you when you fall and to always fight for you, even if you are the person I have to fight. You talk about how I found you, but baby, we found each other. And I have no intention of ever letting you go.” 

He takes a step past Eddie then, taking a knee in front of Chris and taking both of his small hands. “And you, Christopher,” he says. “I promise you that I will always keep you safe and do whatever I can to make sure you’re happy. I promise to help you be the best person you can be, and to support you no matter what. And I promise to always order extra olives on our pizza for you, even though I know your dad hates them.” Eddie snorts, and Chris’s laughter is loud and bright as he throws his arms around Buck’s neck, crutches clattering to the floor.

“I love you Buck.”

“I love you too buddy,” Buck whispers, kissing the side of Chris’s head. He straightens up, hands Chris his crutches before taking his place in front of Eddie again. It takes every ounce of strength he has to not kiss Buck right then, instead mouthing “I love you” because it’s the only thing that won’t get him yelled at by the officiant or Abuela.

They exchange rings, promising love and honor, to cherish each other until death do they part. Eddie’s hands are steady as he slides Buck’s ring on, because there’s nothing for him to be nervous about now. This is the one thing in his life he’s most certain about, most secure in, even more so than being a father sometimes. His love for Buck is unwavering, built of the strongest stuff in the universe. There’s no room for doubts to creep in.

The officiant wraps up, has barely pronounced them husbands when Eddie wraps his arms around Buck’s waist, pulling him in and kissing him like he’s been wanting to since he walked down the aisle. It’s deep and all-consuming and perfect, and Eddie feels absolutely electric. He kisses him again, and again, and one more time just because, before turning to scoop Chris up in his arms. He holds him on one hip, his other hand in Buck’s, and the three of them make their way back down the aisle through their clapping, cheering family.

~~~~~~~~~~

Cocktail hour passes in a blur as they mingle with guests on the back deck of the inn. They’re surrounded by the oranges and yellows of the autumn forest, and everything feels cozy and warm, full to bursting with happiness. The room is transformed for the reception, tables draped in burgundy and forest green, candles burning in their silver centerpieces, adding to the glow of the fairy lights. Dinner is lively, but everything is background noise to Eddie. He’s too wrapped up in Buck, in the feel of his arm around his shoulder, in watching him laugh, listening to him commentate on their family interacting and laughing along with him. Every so often he’s slapped by the reminder that this is it, that he and Buck are he and Buck forever, and he’s sure this unbridled joy that he feels will never fully wear off.

Maddie makes a speech, full of heartfelt wishes for their future together. Sophia makes one too, more focused on roasting her brother to oblivion, but with all the love in the world. When she’s done, she hands the microphone to Chris, who stands and faces the crowd.

“Hi, I’m Christopher, and those are my dads.” He points to Buck and Eddie at their table, and Eddie feels Buck’s breath hitch. It’s not the first time Chris has called them “his dads”, but it seems to catch Buck by surprise every time. Eddie smiles, kisses his cheek, and places a comforting hand on his thigh.

“I just want to say that I’m really glad Buck is officially part of our family now. Dad always tells me to find the things that make me happy, and I know Buck makes him very happy, and he makes me very happy too. I love you guys! Thank you!” Buck is up in an instant, quickly striding towards Chris to wrap him up and swing him around in a hug. Eddie is quickly behind him, arms coming around them both. 

As they set Chris down, the DJ announces that it’s time for the first dance. Buck offers his hand, leading Eddie out to the middle of the homemade dance floor, and Eddie once again feels like they’ve been transported to their own universe, just the two of them among the stars. As they sway, chests pressed together, eyes never leaving the other’s for long, Eddie takes in the lyrics of the song:

Life is ever changing but I will always

Find a constant and comfort in your love

With your heart my soul is bound

And as we dance I know that heaven can be found

And that’s what they are together: constant, comfortable, a home that they’ve both been searching for for longer than they can remember. Things won’t always be easy, since life never is, but they know that they’ll always be able to fall back on each other. No mistakes, no slip ups, no amount of darkness will be able to crack the steel-enforced foundation of their love. They’re in this together, tied together for life, and while that could be scary for some, it’s exhilarating for Eddie. He is finally, finally, in a love that consumes him. And he finally believes he’s worthy of it.

“What’s on your mind?” Buck asks, a curious smile on his face as they keep dancing.

“You,” Eddie responds, kissing Buck’s jaw as his blush grows. “Us. How much I love you. How excited I am for our future.”

Buck smiles, rivaling the sun, and rests their foreheads together. Eddie could stay in this starlight filled bubble of theirs forever.

“This is just the beginning, baby,” Buck says. “Us and Chris against the world. And it’s only gonna keep getting better from here.”

[cyndecreativity]

Day 1 - Competitive? Me?

Journey – Winning a teddy for the other – “I need you”

Set in the Zodiac Chronicles world.

 Alden and Idania head to the Scorpio Festival. Idania asks him to win a prize for her and he obliges, but it’s not the biggest prize. He can’t let that slide.

~2400 words

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Festivals happened in every month in Lotuserna, for every Patron or Matron Spirit of whatever Constellation. Alden had to make an appearance at the Scorpio festival, of course, and he grew tired of the annual event. Loud, smelly, made his chest hurt, there were too many people, and any number of other issues. The only saving grace for him lie with the foods. He loved fried and handheld foods, the kind served in abundance at the festivals. Most Scorpio knew this and every year the number of stalls with a new fried food opened to try to set themselves up until next year with the patronage of the Scorpio prince.

For Idania, she loved the festivals every month, allowed to go to every one at the orphanage to celebrate the Spirits of abandoned children, to allow them time to have fun and feel like kids for at least one night. The festivals usually lasted a weekend, but the orphanage could only afford the one night. Being able to experience the joy with each new child that rolled through the orphanage gave Idania a lifelong appreciation for the festivals. The games changed, the festivals updated, the prizes stayed with some kids long after they left for forever homes. Idania racked up quite a few that she gave away to those leaving. She’d get one next year, she told them.

Many years had passed since she last said those words. Many years filled with uncertainty and harm, hope and love, damage and scars. Antares lit up with torches and candle lamps, streams of flags and wings and lizard tails, stalls selling fried foods, portable foods, toys and trinkets. It almost made her forget the pain as Alden led her through the courtyard, his right arm in a fancy leather sling that covered the entire necrotic limb. He had to maintain the façade of royal perfection. Sylvain hadn’t been allowed to leave the palace in months as the Capricorn struggled to return him to normal. The scars left on him by the years persisted, much to the Empress’s tremendous disappointment.

Idania kept to Alden’s left side, more used to the sight of her own failure on his right, but the constant reminder of what she’d done haunted her quietly every day. He jostled her slightly when he excitedly pointed to the menu of a food stall, asking if she had interest in fried potatoes or some new flavor of beer. She hated alcohol, but she loved food just as much. They would grab a waxed paper container and he held it as they wandered further.

At one stall, she stopped in the middle of the promenade, a stick of grilled meat halfway to her mouth. He took several steps before recognizing her absence and stopped to turn around.

He made his way back to her and grabbed another fried potato with his left hand. “You okay?”

She gestured with the stick of meat to a stall across from her. “There’s prizes there.”

He turned around to follow her stick of meat. “There sure are.”

She hesitated. With his right arm, the dominant arm, in a sling, he would have difficulty attempting the game. But part of her, a childish part, an irrational part, she knew, wanted him to win it for her. Her lips pressed together and she nodded slightly. She took a few steps away.

“Whoa, hey, waitaminute.” He swept his left arm forward at her. She stopped and retraced her steps immediately. He placed his hand on her shoulder. “Did you want one?”

He would tell her later that her face lit up brighter than any star in the sky, her eyes filled with firelight, her tail shot up to allow her muzzle to jingle behind her head. But she simply smiled and nodded. “If you think you can. I don’t want you to hurt yourself. Or your mother to get upset if you use your… other arm.”

He pulled a face and wiped his hand on his thigh. “Fuck her. You’re my kelara. You want me to win you something? I’ll win you something.”

Crimson crept over her cheeks as she followed him over to the stall. He stood back and watched a few other patrons attempt the game, a dagger-throw. The operator rotated a disk that sent a set of targets shifting back and forth. The difficult and highest scoring targets lie in the back, obscured by two rows of lower scoring targets. With a high enough score, the winner chose a prize among what the stall had to offer.

After several moments, Alden pulled the strap of his sling off and looked to her. His brow furrowed and he dropped the fancy leather to the ground. “Evening! How much for a try?”

The stall owner started at the blackened flesh of Alden’s right arm, lined by veins of blue magic, then drew back in recognition of his prince. His tail, muzzled simply, quivered behind his head. “Your Highness! Ah- For you-“

Alden lifted his right arm, it being dominant, and shook his head. “You have to make a living too. Now, how much?”

The man furrowed his brow and looked to the other operator. His friend shrugged and continued encouraging his customers. “Uh, 2 Lotus per try. You get 6 daggers. And each score tier earns you a different prize. They’re all organized by shelf up here.” He turned slightly and gestured. “Lowest scores on the bottom, highest are hanging up there.”

Her prince reached into his money pouch and dropped 3 Lotus on the bar. “6 daggers, and a tip for you folks.”

The man started to protest again, but Alden shook his head. The 6 daggers were set in front of him. The other customers still had 4 daggers to use, which meant they had to wait. The Scorpio behind the counter apologized profusely, but the prince shrugged. His tail curled a bit as he picked them up, weighed them, and rotated his shoulders with gentle pops. He tested them out a bit, held them by the point and the pommel, going through the motions of throwing without release.

Idania beamed, her nose tickled, eyes watering. A strange kind of warm joy filled her, an overwhelming of emotions that left her wanting to cry. She sniffled and slid a bit of meat off the stick. Kelara. She wondered if she would ever get used to him calling her that. He did it with such reverence, such affection, such absolute certainty.

The other operator rang the bell and pulled a prize off one of the lower shelves for the other customer. The man tending them nodded and moved to the gear at his end and gestured to Alden. The prince moved into position at the center and nodded his readiness.

Alden held up a dagger, ready to throw. The targets started to move ever so slowly. After a moment or two, the Scorpio prince straightened up. He shot a look to the man turning the gear. His face scrunched in an awkward smile and he turned faster, his tail shaking behind him. Idania’s muzzle jingled slightly as Alden leaned forward, his tail lifted for balance.

THUNK

The first one hit a target in the middle. Alden swore quietly.

“Oh! Good opening shot, sir! Good try!” The other operator clapped for a moment, going through the motion of hype for a customer.

Idania quietly congratulated her prince.

THUNK

The next landed in another in the front. Alden swore again, louder this time.

“Oooo! Too bad! Still points though!” No claps this time, their voice still deadpan.

THUNK

“Ay! Big Lotus!” The other operator clapped again, more genuine with their praise. “Can he do it again?”

Idania squealed.

THUNK

“Another good hit, sir!” The one turning the wheel congratulated his customer as Alden hit another target in the final row.

Idania looked at the prizes. At least 2 backline targets had to be worth something good.

THUNK

Whud

A very loud curse erupted from the prince, startling all parties around him, including a few festival-goers as they wandered by.

“That’s 3 backlines, a mid, a front, and a fall! Good job, sir! You have your choice of any on the lower shelves.” The operator at the front gestured lazily to the lower shelves.

Alden furrowed his brow. “Lowest? Why the lower shelves?”

The first operator rushed over to them and waved his hands. “I’m so sorry, Your Highness! Three backlines gets you the highest shelf-“

The other operator, brow furrowed, tilted their head. “But they lose points when the dagger falls.”

Jittery, as Alden would call him later, slapped his colleague on the arm. “But not for The Prince.”

The colleague, whom Alden dubbed Themby, furrowed their brow.

Alden dug into his pocket and pulled out three more Lotus coins. “Idania, go ahead and pick a prize while I try again.”

She shook her head. “Highness, it’s not necessa-“

He slapped the coins down. “6 more daggers please.”

Hours later, Idania stood next to a small pile of toys and dolls, the leather sling resting on the stall’s counter beside her, the trash from the portable food balled up behind the counter, having fallen there when Alden slammed coins down. She knew she should be worried, try to force him to stop, but she also knew he wouldn’t until he reached some conclusion for himself. Either failing enough to reach a critical point of frustration, or winning at least once. Either way, the pile of toys and dolls could be given away by the prince, a donation to an orphanage of choice, goodwill to the people, something he was already known for. And she could keep one or two to remember.

A small crowd of people had gathered to watch the commotion, Alden forced to stand by and watch another patron try their hand to varying success. Sometimes Idania would even offer one of the dolls to someone that lost, a consolation for a loss. The children frequently skipped away with a thank you and the parents would smile their thanks with that exhausted grateful desperation she recognized from the exhausted orphan matrons.

THUNK!

THUNK!

THUNK!

THUNK!

THUNK!

THUNK!

Idania lifted her gaze from one of the toys and looked up for the result. The other three gawped at all the daggers in the backline. A cheer rose from the crowd.

Alden narrowed his eyes. “That’s got to be worth something good, right?”

Themby looked between the prince and Jittery. “There’s no rules for a full win.”

Jittery laughed once and gestured above. “How about two grand prizes, then?”

Idania giggled as Alden lifted his mouth in such a way to make his facial hair stick straight out. He gestured to one large soft-looking doll. “That one.”

Jittery pulled his chair over and climbed up to cut the doll down. He handed it to Themby who placed it on the counter. “What else, Your Highness?”

He furrowed his brow and looked to Idania. “Anything specific you want?”

She looked at his vibrant red eyes, still fired up from his long struggle to win any big prize for her, and she smiled. “Just you.”

His eyes narrowed, his mind still in the competition. He nodded slightly. “I love you, too. But which one do you want?”

She sighed and scanned over the dolls that hung. She eventually settled on one particularly iridescent serpent. “That one.”

The others all followed her finger. “That one?” She nodded. Jittery cut it down and handed it to Themby, as before. Jittery hopped down from the chair and smiled to the prince. “Once again, congratulations, Your Highness. Would you like to play again?”

Before Alden could think too hard about it, Idania swept in to scoop the serpent and the tiger off the bar. “Thank you so much for your hard work.” She tugged Alden by the arm to the pile of things he had won, away from the temptation of more dagger throwing.

Jittery followed them over to the edge of the stall. “Oh, I didn’t even notice you had won so many things! We… We didn’t really anticipate this situation. Would you like me to go find a bag?”

Alden looked at the pile of stuffed things and then to the sling. He squinted. “Maybe not.”

He picked up the sling and started to shove and cram all the smaller toys and dolls into it. After a few moments, the leather sling with elegant embossments hung at his side, filled to the brim with all manner of child toys and dolls. Idania stood beside him, holding the two grand prizes.

Jittery raised his eyebrows. “Well! You two look all set.”

Idania thanked him and Alden raised his left hand as they turned away. A few more steps down the lane and Alden heaved a heavy sigh. His shoulders released a bit of tension and he shook his head. “By Scorpius, I’m tired.”

She chuckled. “I daresay we should get you back to the palace. If for no other reason than your arm is exposed.”

He pressed his lips together. “I don’t know what my mother is so worried about. It may not look pretty, but it works just fine.”

She shrugged as they wandered through the festival stalls. “I think that’s exactly what she’s worried about, the not pretty part. You’re still royalty and in order to maintain power, she has to maintain the appearance of strength and authority. And if you look like that,” she gestured toward his necrotic arm, “then others may view that as a sign of weakness.”

He groaned. “I hate this. I hate the posturing and the politics. I almost wish I had just… stayed lost.”

Idania stiffened. Memories of those years tickled at the edges of her mind, the journey she had been forced to go through after the incident. “But you don’t, do you?”

The gentle crunch of rocks against sand stopped. She turned around to him, attempting and failing to school her features into a gentle smile of a mask. He searched her eyes and lifted his hand, the veins of magic glowing a brighter purple as they moved to brush her cheek. The skin felt cold against hers, but she moved into his hand despite this.

“Of course I don’t. I’m sorry I said that.” He moved to press a kiss to her forehead. “As much as I hate the court, I love you more. I need you.”

She beamed.

“But, I also need to relieve myself-“

She groaned. “Again?”

[originofjaehyun]

Interlude: No More Drama | Part 3 | Boom

Interlude: No More Drama Masterlist

Word count: 3,178

Warnings: None except for mentions of cigarette I guess

Part 3 | Boom

“It was rather good baby, the day you were standing there again like a picture.”

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Jaehyun’s used to girls flocking around him.

He never meant to boast about his look, but it would be a lie if he told people that he's not confident with it. His pale skin, combined with the defined jaw, decorated with a pair of brown eyes that could penetrate with just a look, he is chiseled to perfection. 

There are many times where he would go to clubs, either with a friend or with his clients, just to have the rest of the night pretending he’s having a good time when he’s not. He is sick with the same pattern, girls trying to steal his attention, trying their best to seducing them. He has witnessed more than a handful of women that wore something that could barely hold their breasts. 

Jaehyun hated these types of girls. But he would hold them just for the sake of temporary satisfactions. What is wrong with hookups, as long as both parties gave their consent? They would feel like they owned Jaehyun the next morning, texted him even when they were already back at their respective homes. But Jaehyun would never respond, seeking nothing more but just a one night stand.

Not until he saw you.

He was sitting right across you, so he had a full picture of how you look that night. You were pretending, just like him. He saw a glimpse of him in you. When you made eye contact with him, he thought you would be another girl that he would bring home for the night, expecting you to send back another flirtatious peek just like how other girls would. But no, he was just another indifferent person for you. You’re back, talking with your best friend and letting out the most genuine smile of the night.

Curious.

He thought as he continued to observe you. In the end, he saw his opportunity to find you, as you walked towards the balcony for a smoke. The moment Jaehyun’s lips touch yours, he feels like a bolt runs through his vines. His heart beats faster as the kiss becomes more intense. Your kisses feel like the first spring for Jaehyun.

Jaehyun woke up with the absence of your presence. So she left, he thought to himself. This is nothing new to Jeong Jaehyun. Every time he had those casual sex, there are times where his partner would just storm outside without even bothered to say goodbye. He’s used to it.

It’s a shame, he thought there’s something different... from you.

It just makes sense for him to flinch when you suddenly opened the door with two glasses of water on both hands.

“Sorry, did I wake you up?” You said to him, apologetically. Worried that you’ve woken him up from his slumber because of the ruckus you’ve made.

You put the glasses on the side table, “I thought you’ll wake up feeling thirsty after… Uhm, last night.” You gulped, feeling slightly embarrassed as you remembered how he devoured you just a few hours ago.

“I’m sorry for barging your apartment, but you look so content in your sleep that I don’t want to wake you up. I promise I didn’t steal anything.”

Me, content? 

This is something new to Jaehyun. This is the first time he sleeps longer than his partner. Even when they left without trying to not wake him up, he would pretend that he’s still asleep, just for the sake of being polite.

He stared at you, scanning how you look, before letting out a soft hoarse simper.

“There’s nothing much in my place anyway, but I’m guessing you’ve taken a liking on my shirt?”

You blushed, “Well, I technically passed out last night, and you refused to let me go after the fourth round.”

“We left our clothing in the hallway, so I just grab whatever is lying here. I hope you don’t mind, here’s yours.” You passed the already-folded shirt and trousers to him. “Uhm, your boxer is in the middle. I left your coat at the coat hanger.”

He blinks repeatedly, without replying to your statement. Realizing he might still be collecting himself after being woken up, abruptly, you continued your speech.

“I’ll be gone before long. I hope you’re ok with me changing here, I don’t know where your bathroom is and I’ve been barging long enough.”

You’ve sensed that his gaze has become softer, eyes gleaming.

“Don’t change yet.” He finally talked to you. “Can you come here instead?”

He stretched out his arms, adorably asking for your presence. He pressed both of his lips together, acting spoiled and forcing the dimples to come out. After last night, he actually asked, rather than commanding. You let out a small chuckle, before falling on top of him, cuddling with each other.

You took a moment to enjoy the silence between you. The room only filled with the sound of your breathing, harmonizing with each other. He casually caressed your hair, tightening his hugs while making sure you’re still comfortable in between his arms. This man could be gentle too, so you thought, after seeing him being so beastly last night. He placed a kiss on your temple, then playfully snuffling himself onto your hair.

“I should get going.” You stopped him from tickling you further.

“As much as I enjoy this and it’s Saturday morning, I think I’m overstaying my welcome.”

“Who said so? I can do this all day.” He put his head on the crook of your neck, continued to act spoiled. “At least stay for breakfast? I can cook for you.”

“You’re good looking, smell nice, extremely experienced in bed and now you can cook? God seems a bit unfair when he created you, huh?” You scoffed at his statement, making him burst in laughter.

“But really, I have to turn down the offer. My best friend will start hunting for me if she knows I’m at a stranger’s house. But thank you for your kindness.”

You raise yourself up, ready to change back to the attire you wore last night. He then limped himself back to the bed, staring at the ceiling as you changed. 

“Can I see you again?” He’s now sitting down again, watching as you continued to wear your pants.

You zipped your trousers.

“Oh Jaehyun,” You walked towards him, picking up the phone you left at his side table. “You’re a charmer, you’d find plenty of women like me.”

You plant a kiss on his forehead, before striding your way to his apartment door.

–

“Do you have everything ready?”

You rolled your eyes before replying to the owner of the sweet voice. “Joy, this is the fifth time you’ve asked me and yes, I have everything.”

She sighed, “Well, it’s only natural for us to be nervous, right? After all, we are going to meet a representative from NCT Corp., big bucks, y’know?” She rubs her thumb with her index and middle fingers, acting like there’s a dollar bill in between. 

“Well, my dear friend, you’re in luck cause the creative director is coming with you. Besides, ever heard a rumor that our clients would prepare a signed document beforehand if they knew I’m coming?” You said while shrugging your shoulders.

“Fucking show off.” Joy rolled her eyes.

“Language, miss.”

She then clings your arm, acting spoiled – in case you would ask her to go home early; which is not a good sign. 

Both of you then proceed to enter the car, provided by the company that’s ready to drive you to the potential client’s office, NCT Corp., located at the heart of Seoul. It is a commercial property services firm, the biggest in South Korea. It has managed billions of square feet in property and facilities management and has done over thousands of leasing transactions. No wonder Joy breaks to sweat when she’s told that she’s going to be in this project with you when the client is in such caliber.

That’s not the case for you. You love the challenge and you love the thrill, when you’re faced with something that needs more than just a simple multiplication, your brain starts to work in wonders and you love that feeling. You love being in control of your job and you take pride in every work you’ve done.

You aligned at the lobby. It’s very modern and chic, but you know that the marbles that they used to decorate the floor would cost a fortune.

“Hi, how can I help you today?” The lady at the receptionist greeted you with a wide grin.

“Hi, I’m here to meet Mr. Seo? We’re scheduled to have a meeting at three.”

“OK Miss, may I have your ID card?”

You swiftly took your wallet and gave her your ID card.

“It’s [Y/N] [Y/L/N], from The Paper Plane.”

She then scans your ID card and flips open the ever-thick notes, filled with the black ink marking the company’s busy schedule. She stopped at one of the lines, before handing over two guest cards.

“Ms. [Y/N], we’ve confirmed your appointment today with Mr. Seo. All you need to do is to tap the card on the entry, and press the number 27 at the elevator.” She continues and pointing the direction of her right, showing you which way to go.

You grab both of the guest cards, handing one of the cards to Joy, “Thank you very much!”

She nods, “You’re welcome, I’ll inform Mr. Seo immediately that you’ve arrived. Have a good day!”

You’re trying your best not to let out a loud gasp when you reach the 10th floor. While the lobby downstairs was leaning towards the grandiose side, the current floor opts for a more humbled tone. The space was designed with a monochrome palette with wooden accents. The pillars were painted in black, but what impressed you the most was the wide panoramic window, showing off the breathtaking view the employees got to see every single day. You are then greeted with another person, this time a young man with curly brown hair, skin washed in a healthy tan. His eyes flicker at the sight of you.

“Are you Ms. [Y/L/N]?” He asked you and you nod.

“Great, I’m Donghyuck and I’m Mr. Seo’s current assistant. Please, follow me.” He said quickly, refusing to waste any more second. 

“Nice office, by the way.” Joy jumped into the conversation. 

Donghyuck chuckled, while he continued to lead his way, “Our Mr. Seo hated it when we’re constrained in the same view every day, thus the wide window.”

“You’d be surprised by how many times he forced us to brainstorm with him near the window. There’s a reason why I have my tan on, despite not taking any vacations.” He put his hand next to his mouth, being extra careful not to be caught by his boss talking about him. Both of you just laugh at his remark, making sure you stopped before Donghyuck knocks the door in front of you.

“Mr. Seo?” Donghyuck asked the person in question, being replied with a muted ‘yes’.

“The people from The Paper Plane are here.”

“Oh, please come in!”

Donghyuck enters the room, leaving the door open so that you ladies can enter after him. You didn’t make him wait for long, as you stride your way in. You’re then faced with a very tall man, a handsome chap. His eyes were the color of the earthy brown, glistening like an old copper penny. He greets you with a smile, showing you a dimple that is located on one of his cheekbones. 

“Hi, I’m [Y/N] [Y/L/N]. It’s great to finally meet you.”

“Pleasure is all mine. I’m Johnny Seo, Chief Marketing Officer for NCT Corp.” He said as he shook your hand, letting you smell his fragrance, noting the spicy and woody scent.

“I hope finding your way here was not difficult?” He continues as he made a gesture to let you and Joy sit on the couch at his office. 

“Not at all, Mr. Seo. There was a slight traffic jam at the corner of the street, probably because today is Friday. Otherwise, there’s no way we could miss such a beautiful office.”

A gum smile appears from his face, “Please, just call me Johnny. I might have the chief branded as my title, but I believe I’m too young for people to call me Mr. Seo all the time.”

“But you are an exception, Donghyuck, let’s try to make us look professional in front of these ladies, okay bud?” He then jokingly glared at the younger boy, causing him to hold his laughter. Both you and Joy are quick to realize that the person in front of you is definitely friendly, and kind for loosening up the atmosphere. He probably noticed how nervous Joy was.

“So, let’s get started, shall we? I booked my calendar for this, but surely I’m a busy person!”

You softly giggle, “Right, that is why I got you covered.” A brow raised from Johnny’s face, impressed with the amount of reference you brought with you.

–

“And that, finally concludes everything!”

A joyful squeal came from Joy’s mouth – no pun intended. You didn’t realize the sun was already set when you wrapped up your meeting.

“I know from the beginning I was right for choosing The Paper Plane.” Johnny smiles, followed by him stretching out his shoulder due to hours long of conversing with you. “Your portfolio impresses me, [Y/N], I’m looking forward to our project.”

You helped Joy, cleaning up the papers from the coffee table where you guys were pouring out your ideas. 

“Shit, it’s already this late?!”

“Hush, Joy!” You shrieked in panic, eyes wide open as a warning for Joy who just tragically cursed in front of their client. Thankfully Johnny signed the deal already. If not, there goes your hard work.

Johnny, as kind as he is, just laughs at it, “Please don’t mind me, it’s over our working hours anyway, so we’re allowed to be our personal self again.” He said as if he knows that you’re scared of offending him. “Regardless, is there anything wrong, Joy?”

It’s only because he is Johnny Seo and the charisma that he has that he could easily be casual with someone who just jammed hours-long meetings with him. Joy, glad that she ended up didn’t fuck this meeting, quickly grabbed her phone and texting someone before replying to Johnny. “I’m meeting my girlfriends tonight. We’ve planned this dinner since God-knows-when.”

“Wait, you got an appointment? And here I thought we always eat somewhere after our meetings! It’s our tradition, no?” You whined at the last minute change-of-plan, clearly unhappy with the sudden news.

Joy gasps as her eyes widens, “Oh no! I’m sorry I forgot to tell you!” She said as her eyes continue to move frantically, concerned because you would usually eat dinner with her and now the probability of you having your dinner alone is almost absolute.

Just when you’re about to say you’re going to order a delivery or something, Johnny cuts you off, “If you don’t mind, [Y/N], I’m meeting a friend tonight. You can join me for dinner if you want.”

“Oh, please don’t take it the wrong way,” worried that you might start to have a weird judgment about him. “The person in question is my long-time best friend. We’ve known each other for years and we’re constantly in touch. So a night without my friend whining and complaining about life would actually be a good idea.” 

You then look to Joy’s direction, telepathically asking for her advice. Her face said that you should go with it, but you’re still doubting.

“I’m sure my friend will like you,” he continues. “Also, I think your portfolio, combined with your personality will impress ‘em.”

“Well, uhm,”

It’s not that you hate meeting a new person, you’re just not sure how you could be comfortable by having dinner with a – if you dare to say so; a client that could secure your income for the rest of the quarter. Even so, the addition of his friend that you don’t even know what kind of high profile that person has tripled your worry.

“My treat?” Johnny looks at you, shoulders are now both ups, making it his last straw for you to come with him.

You finally laughed, “Oh dear, you surely know how to win someone’s heart.”

Johnny smirked from ear to ear, “Well, I trained for years. It’s only right for me to be able to do so.”

–

“You’re not treating me at Wolfgang’s.”

You stopped your step after you saw the restaurant sign. Wolfgang’s Steakhouse is a steakhouse that originally came from Park Avenue in Manhattan. Ever since it opened its chain restaurant in Seoul, it has been packed with celebrities and other VVIPs. You’re not the type of person who would be stingy with how you spend your money on food but definitely would think twice if you’re going to splurge that much money over a single meal.

Johnny then turned his way to you, before then a waiter opened the door for him.

“Well, consider it as a token of my apology for taking your time during the meeting, and for taking our time before making it for dinner. Besides, me and my friend are regulars at this restaurant. It’s always our go-to if we want to have a good meal. The steak’s awesome, the wine’s great, and the people here are relatively more, I would say, conservative in comparison to other places? So I can actually hear my partner talking, not some random gibberish from others.”

You just felt like you’re underdressed for Wolfgang’s. Not to the point where you’re ready to scoot your ass on a street-food stall at Myeong-dong (those are awesome, by the way), you’re glad that you still dressed properly to meet this client of yours. But you wished you’ve worn something fancier if you were to know your future patronage is going to treat you for an expensive meal.

But since you’re here and your stomach is clearly not on your side if you want to leave the place, you unconsciously follow behind Johnny’s tall figure, and even if you consider yourself not that petite, Johnny would still be able to hide your stature.

“My friend’s already here.” He said while looking at his phone. “He said he’s seated in our usual spot… Oh, there he is!” His eyes wide-opened at the sight of his friend.

So does yours.

“Jaehyun, buddy! Sorry I got caught in traffic!”

It’s been over a month since the night you left his apartment. He didn’t see you at first, no thanks to Johnny’s tall figure, but once he saw your face, his face perks up, you could’ve sworn you didn’t see his invisible tail wagging.

But whatever that has happened, you find yourself smiling without even realizing it, at the sight of him.

A/N: Sorry if this chapter was a bit too... slow in pace in comparison to the first two ones? At least this is how I envisioned Boom to be, just simply sweet. It was also hard to put the lyric into the chapter I literally squeezed my creative juice for this lols also im sorry the words are getting longer and longer by each chapter

[fireinmoonshot]

REBEL | ARMITAGE HUX x READER | PART THREE

CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR THE RISE OF SKYWALKER.

PART ONE | PART TWO Summary: Armitage Hux finds himself strangely fascinated by you, a Resistance fighter and pilot, even though he knows he shouldn’t. You know that there’s much more to him than you see on the surface. Pairing: female!Reader x Armitage Hux Fandom: Star Wars Word Count: 2421 Warnings: THE RISE OF SKYWALKER SPOILERS. A/N: Again, thank you so much for the lovely response on this fic so far. I’m genuinely having the best time writing it so it’s so lovely to hear that you guys are enjoying it too. I feel like this chapter really gets into the storyline and is the biggest sort of sneak at what’s coming up in the next few chapters! This was an absolute blast to write. I hope you have just as much fun reading it as I did writing it. Read it on Ao3 here.

Pasaana is unlike any place you’ve ever seen. As you wander around, you feel like there’s too much to even see. Too much to even take in, but you try to take it all in anyway. The music, the dancing, you’re smiling and you can’t help but think about how this place is exactly like the stories you heard as a child.

For a festival that’s only held every 42 years, you can’t believe your luck.

You know it’s not why you’re here. That you’re here for a more important mission. You don’t even notice your receiver buzzing away at your side because you’re too enthralled in all of the music and the pure joy in the air – and too busy trying to get information out of the locals.

There’s a necklace safely placed around your neck from one of the locals when things start to go wrong. Rey runs up to you just as you rejoin Finn, Poe, Threepio and Chewie. She looks panicked, and you instantly feel on edge.

“We have to go back to the Falcon. Now.”

“Why?”

“It’s Ren.”

There isn’t even a moment of hesitation when it comes to her words. You know that she’s right. You trust her. She’s told you before about the Force connection she has with him, and the group of you take off running instantly, back towards where you left the Falcon.

You run straight into the back of Finn when you’re spotted by the Stormtrooper.

“Hold it right there! I’ve located the Resistance fugitives. All units report to–“

You flinch as a dart comes out of nowhere and takes him down.

Whoever it is, you don’t recognise them, but as they tell you to follow them, you all realise you don’t have a choice. The Stormtroopers – Ren himself – know where you are. And someone is here, willing to help, and you take the offer. The fun of the festival is long gone, the only happy memory of it the necklace still around your neck, as you step onto a transport in an attempt to leave and hide.

But the smile that had gone from your face doesn’t take long to return when your savior removes their mask and reveals himself to be General Lando Calrissian. And you know, that even for a short amount of time, you’re in good hands – safe hands.

–

When you finally make your way to Ochi’s ship, your shoes are filled with sand and you’ve never wished for a long drink of water more than you have now. Pasaana is hot, especially after flying over it on speeders and being stuck underneath the sand itself.

Finn helps you up the rocks, along with Poe, until you’re finally at the ship. But with Rey gone again, there’s worry in you as you board the ship and take it all in for the first time. It’s dusty, and you want to sneeze as soon as the door opens. But you slowly and reluctantly start searching while Finn and Poe attempt to get the ship running – you highly doubt it will. It looks like nothing but an old rust bucket.

You’re lifting a sheet off of something to check what’s underneath when your elbow knocks into your receiver, attached to your waist. You’d forgotten it was even there, but you pull it off your belt and check the screen anyway, cringing as you see three missed calls on the screen.

And there’s only one person who knows the frequency they’re on.

“Damn it,” you mutter under your breath. Hux had tried to reach you – probably to warn you about the impending arrival of the First Order on Pasaana, and you hadn’t even noticed.

You know there probably isn’t a chance of an answer, but you try and reach him  once, and then twice for luck, just in case. Both times, there’s no reply. You can’t blame him. How he even knows you’re with Rey and the others, you don’t know. Probably some sort of gut feeling, but you can’t help but smile at least a little at the fact that he’d likely tried to warn you.

Even if it hadn’t worked.

“Chewie, tell Rey we gotta go!” Finn’s voice comes from the cockpit.

Wanting to be of use, you holster the receiver again beside your blaster and join Chewie. Wherever Rey is, whatever she’s doing, you have no idea. But you can hear the urgency in Finn’s voice and you know leaving now is important.

When the both of you leave the ship and start to run after her, neither of you notice the Knights of Ren hiding and watching you from the other side of the rock.

–

You can’t fight the Stormtroopers or the Knights of Ren when you and Chewie are captured. You try, for a brief moment, but there are too many of them and too little of you. Even if you yelled for help, you know it wouldn’t make much of a difference. And so you allow yourself to be captured, with no other choice.

They take your belt and confiscate your blaster and your receiver before pushing you onto the transport with Chewie. One Stormtrooper pushes you a little too forcefully and you fall to the ground, knees slamming into the hard metal of the floor. You wince and crawl to the side of the ship where you sit, arms bound and staring at your captors.

This is not how you envisioned today would go.

–

Armitage is sitting, staring out at space and entirely lost in thought about the recent news that you are with the scavenger on Pasaana when an officer comes up to him.

“General Hux, a transport has arrived back from Pasaana.”

He turns and looks at them, eyebrows raised. “And?”

“It’s brought back valuable prisoners.”

On the outside, he smiles as he stands and follows the officer to where the prisoners are being held. But on the inside, he’s crossing his fingers and hoping it’s not you that’s been caught. He’d missed you when you tried to contact him, too busy talking with Allegiant General Pryde, but now he wishes he’d been able to answer. To warn you, to talk to you even just a little. He doesn’t know what he would have said, but anything would have been better than the silence.

If you’re being held prisoner, he doesn’t know if he can ever forgive himself for not trying at least one more time to try and contact you. An attempted warning is nothing if it doesn’t work.

He’s holding his breath as the doors open. His eyes first fall on the wookiee – the one he recognises, famous for flying with Han Solo for years before, but then it’s like his heart stops in his chest as he sees you, standing behind him, pushed forward by the Stormtroopers. You look tired, and there’s flecks of sand in your hair from the Pasaana desert and he instantly becomes defensive as he notices the grip the Stormtroopers have on you.

He wants to say something.

He can’t say anything.

Briefly, Armitage meets your eyes. He tries to convey something but he knows he’s probably not doing a very good job at it. In your eyes, he can see hatred mixed with fear, and he doesn’t like it at all. He hopes the hatred isn’t directed towards him.

“A wookiee and a Resistance soldier?” He puts his best General voice on, and hopes you’ll know the difference. “Keep them here. Don’t do anything with them until I fetch Allegiant General Pryde. He will decide what to do with the prisoners.”

–

He returns not long after with Allegiant General Pryde in tow.

“Take the beast to interrogation six,” he says, as he looks at the wookiee. And then, he turns to you. His lips twitch up ever so slightly and Armitage can tell what he’s thinking. If he were braver, he would say something, do something. But he’s not that brave.

Armitage’s hand balls into a fist at his side. You notice.

“As for the girl… interrogation seven. I feel we’ll get more out of her than we will out of the wookiee. When Ren returns, I’m sure he’ll be interested to talk to her.”

With that, Pryde walks away and leaves Armitage standing with the Stormtroopers, the wookiee and you. Immediately, they start escorting the wookiee one way, but before they can start to pull you away, he steps forward.

“I’ll take her and interrogate her myself before Kylo Ren returns,” he says simply. “She might be willing to speak more openly to someone not hiding behind a mask like yours.” He fixes them with a look, and they all disperse, leaving him alone with you. Gently, he grabs your arm and leads you down a different corridor.

He hadn’t been expecting to see you again so soon. It hadn’t even been that long. But clearly, you had other plans rather than waiting till your next meeting. Most of all, though, he was glad that you were safe – or as safe as you could be trapped on a First Order ship. At least you weren’t in the transport that the scavenger had destroyed.

“What are you doing?” You speak through gritted teeth. “Are you actually planning on interrogating me? You know I’m not going to say a damn thing.”

“Of course not,” he replies. “I’m getting you out.”

You force him to a stop, not caring that you’re in the middle of a corridor where anybody could see you, and shake your head. “No, I’m not leaving without Chewie.”

“Chewie?”

“The wookiee. I’m not leaving without him. Take me back to him, lock me up, I don’t care. I’m not leaving this ship unless he’s with me.”

Armitage takes a deep breath and then pulls you out of the corridor and into a small side alcove, out of the view of the cameras that cover almost every angle in the ship. “If you don’t escape, they will torture you for answers. Kylo Ren will return and he can use the force. He can get answers out of you easier than he can with a wookiee. They don’t need to translate your words. I’m trying to help you here. Would you just let me? I’m not good at this.”

“I don’t fear death or torture.”

“Oh? Well, I do. Now let’s go.”

He takes your arm again and starts to try and push you out of the alcove, but you stay firmly stood in the same spot. You don’t intend on leaving without Chewie, not even if you end up dead in the process. You fix Hux with a glare.

“I am not leaving without him. If you want to help me, take me to him.”

Now, he was getting annoyed. “Why are you so stubborn? I don’t just help anybody.”

“I don’t care.” You keep your stance. “Take me to Chewie or let me be tortured and interrogated by Kylo when he comes back. I don’t care. There is no way I’m leaving Chewie up here on his own just because you want to help me escape. I’m not going. Unless you can help the both of us escape, stop trying.”

He stares at you then, for a moment. His eyebrows are furrowed and his eyes are dark. But then you look at him with something different in your eyes, and you mutter a small “Please” and he can’t let you down.

He’s never had a friendship like the one you seem to have with the wookie

e. He envies it, just a little. And so he sighs deeply and shakes his head at you.

“You are impossible. You are aware of this?”

“I have been told that before. By you, I think.”

He shrugs. “That would make sense.”

Armitage sighs and shakes his head. He crosses his arms over his chest and looks around. He doesn’t want to actually take you to interrogation. He knows that won’t end well. But what options does he have? You won’t allow him to help you because of your… Chewie and he realises now that you won’t budge, no matter how much he pushes.

“What am I supposed to do with you if you won’t let me help then?”

You shrug a shoulder. “Lock me up. Wherever Chewie is, lock me up. If anyone says anything, tell them that I refused to say anything so you’re waiting until Ren is back.”

He hates to admit it, but it’s not actually a bad idea.

Well, he doesn’t like the idea of locking you up and imprisoning you on the ship, but really, he’s been left with no other options.

He just hopes he can manage to get you and Chewie both out before Ren returns.

“Fine, let’s go.” He starts to make a move but you reach out and grab his sleeve with your hand – it’s a little awkward considering you’re still cuffed, but it works in pulling him to another stop. Armitage turns around and raises his eyebrows at you. “What is it this time?”

“When I was on Pasaana – you tried to contact me. I didn’t hear the receiver, I didn’t even check it until it was too late. But… why were you trying to reach me?” It’s one thing that’s been bugging you all day, even though you think you already know the answer.

Armitage pauses. He glances at you, and then down at the ground. He can practically feel his cheeks turning pink and he huffs as he finally meets your eyes again.

“I was trying to warn you that Ren was looking for you and your friends. I was hoping that it’d ensure your safety. If I could warn you, you could get out of there before he knew even where you were. But then he found you, and it was too late.”

You smile despite the fact that it’s just confirmation to you – it was what you suspected, him trying to warn you. “So there is a heart in there after all, Hux. I never would have picked you to be someone to warn others of impending danger.”

He narrows his eyes. “Yes, well… me neither.”

“Desperate times, desperate measures,” you offer.

“Something like that, I’m sure.”

With that, you allow him to move you from the alcove again and finally take you to be locked up. You’re not excited about the fact, and you’re not particularly confident that you’ll be rescued either, but you’re hoping. Hope is all you have.

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[mimymomo]

Orphydice Weathering With You AU Part 2

I’m just gonna get straight to it!

...

Eurydice’s standing outside the backdoor of the bar. The alleyway is barely lit under the cloudy sky. She’s holding a bag filled with cheap snacks, deli sandwiches, and chips she bought at the store.

And she’s nervous af

What was she doing here? She was in an alleyway behind a bar where she’s supposed to be meeting a boy she barely knows (a cute boy sure) who can also control the weather?!

“Hello, Eurydice!” The girl jumps as she notices the backdoor she’s been staring at is wide open and being held by the boy plaguing her brain. “H-hey, Orpheus.”

The boy leads her inside and up the stairs to the house section of the mixed-use building. He and Mr. Hermes live above the bar. Once they reach his room, Eurydice holds out the bag she’s been gripping, “I bought these. Sorry I didn’t know what you like so-” “No, no this perfect! Thank you Eurydice,” he smiled causing the girl to unwillingly blush. Wth was wrong with her today??

Orpheus pulls her into the kitchen/living room hybrid and starts prepping their lunch while Eurydice looks around. There are pictures on shelves and on the walls of Orpheus in varying ages. Baby, a toddler with baby food painted across his mouth, cheeks, chubby fingers and even forehead? A picture of him standing outside of a classroom holding a sign that said “first day of kindergarten,” school photos, photos of him playing a guitar, writing, at the bar, nearly every picture is of him smiling. She even sees photos of a familiar man she can’t put a name on and...Persephone and Hades? She has to ask Orpheus about that.

Then she sees something. Eurydice reaches out to grab a frame that’s been knocked over and hidden, facing photo down. Carefully flipping it over, it’s an old photograph, the corners bent and worn with some discoloration from the years. It a picture of a woman holding a months old child. She’s smiling but eleven from the photo Eurydice can tell it’s not genuine. The baby is staring at someone, not looking directly at the camera. It must be Orpheus but who was the woman? 

“That’s my mother.” Eurydice whips around to see Orpheus, smiling slightly but there’s a trace of sadness behind his expression. “My dad left before I was born and that sent my mom into a downward spiral. She never wanted a kid, especially not one who was...“difficult to raise,” he emphasized with air quotes. “So she left me with Mr. Hermes when I was about 5 months. That’s the last pic we have of her and me together.”

Eurydice didn’t know what to say, she knew that Orpheus didn’t live with his mother but that was... “I’m sorry Orpheus.” Orpheus shakes his head, “no it’s fine. I think it worked out for the better. I love Mr. Hermes and my family and life here.” He said all that with a smile, no sadness to be found. “Do you have any family Eurydice?” Caught off-guard by the question, Eurydice ponders what to say. “No, no I don’t.”

The two eat and Eurydice pitches the idea she originally came to discuss: starting a partnership with Orpheus. “You want me to start changing the weather for money?” Orpheus is extremely hesitant at first because it doesn’t seem right to charge money for it but Eurydice convinces him (it will help him raise money for Hermes/expenses, spread joy for others she will handle the business part and all he has to do his the singing/weather changing). The two come to an agreement and even upload an ad on Craigslist for their services.

As they’re finishing up Mr. Hermes comes up and asks them what they’re doing. Eurydice finally figures out where she recognized the man from- she met him at Seph’s shop. “You’re Mr. Hermes?” she screams, less at Hermes and more at her own stupidity for not putting two and two together.

Suddenly a notification for their Craigslist ad pops up: someone hired them to clear the weather for an upcoming farmers market. Said farmers market is tomorrow.

“We already got an offer?! Eurydice I don’t think I can do this!” “Orpheus, you’ll be fine! I’ll be there with you tomorrow.” “It’s tomorrow?? Please let there be clear weather tomorrow...” “What would be the point of us showing up if the weather is already clear?!”

The next day, Orpheus is a mess. Eurydice brings him gloves with hand warmers in them, an umbrella she scribbled music notes in sharpie on and a thermos of hot tea. Orpheus appreciates the gesture (sure he cant use the close with he plays, nor hold the umbrella but the gesture is sweet all the same)

When they get to the market and set up, the rain is pouring furiously. Orpheus is shaking, partially from the cold, but mostly from nerves. He’s under an awning away from the crowd and mostly our if the rain but Eurydice still covers him with the umbrella as a precaution. His fingers are shaking as he starts playing, constantly stopping to tune the ancient guitar.

The runner of the market is not amused (it was one of his workers who hired these children). He tries to tell Eurydice and Orpheus to go home but Eurydice convinces him to wait. Orpheus begins his song, “la, la la la, la la la~ la, la la la, la la la~”

As he performs, the rain slowly comes to a stop, the clouds parting to reveal a beautiful crystal blue sky. The golden sun coming out to say hello. Murmurs from all around can be heard, fingers pointing to the sky, people shocked by the return of the sun.

The man is shocked and ends up paying the kids double than what they charged for proving him wrong. “You got a gift kid, voice ain’t half bad either.”

For the next month, the two get job, after job, after job. The run around the whole city and sometimes even further out, clearing the sky, for birthday parties, weddings, competitions, even for a daycares field trip to the park. Orpheus is never a stickler for payments (he did the daycare job for $20 (the teacher forced him to take it) and a bunch of stickers and snacks).

Orpheus and Eurydice get closer and closer through their job and all the travels they do (they both have crushes on each other but they’re teens. They stupid with love). Seph teases her for how much she hangs out with Orpheus (“I’m losing my apprentice to my cute nephew!”) while Hades gets more annoyed than anything (he misses her and all the stuff she does around the house. She makes hades and Seph ultimately get along better).

One of their biggest jobs is to clear the sky for a 4th of July firework show. Since they are hired by the event coordinators, the two have to dress up. Eurydice shows up in her black dress, Seph had got it tailored to fix any holes, tarnished hems, and other rips. While Eurydice talks with a few event workers, Orpheus shows up.

He looks absolutely adorable. Still, in his suspenders, he replaced his cream shirt and signature bandana for a white button-up with a red bow tie. His pant legs are rolled up to reveal red socks and fancy shoes.

Orpheus performs and the sky clears. The firework show goes off without a hitch. The event planners let Eurydice and Orpheus have a private area to watch the show as a thank you.

“It’s beautiful. I’ve never seen fireworks in person before,” Eurydice says. “Yeah, Mr. Hermes and Aunt Seph used to take me to watch these fireworks how’s for my birthday when I was younger. Haven’t been able to in years since Hermes has gotten sicker and Aunt Seph and Hades haven’t been getting along as well...”

Eurydice grabs his hand, “Orpheus when is your birthday?” “Oh,” Orpheus pauses for a second, “next week? 4 days to be exact.” “Oh my birthday is before yours,” Eurydice says.

“Wait, how old are you?” Orpheus asks. “I’m...1...8...” Eurydice says slowly. ‘You liar!’

“You don’t look 18,” Orpheus unintentionally counters. “You saying I’m lying?” Eurydice smirks. ‘You are!’ “No! I just meant you look young.”

“How old will you be next week Orpheus?” “Oh, um...17.”

‘Shit he’s actually older than me!’ Eurydice thinks to herself. Then sit there the rest do the night watching the fireworks but in all honesty, more time was spent between the two staring at each other secretly then actually watching the colorful display in the sky.

Over the next few days, Eurydice tries to figure out what to give Orpheus as a present. She tried asking Persephone and Hades but...they were absolutely no help. Then she tries Hermes. While Orpheus is busy, she slyly tries to question Hermes on what Orpheus would want for his birthday.

“So girl, how many secret jobs do you two have left?” Hermes asked while wiping some glasses. “Just one more next week, the day before Orpheus’ birthday actually.” “Really now?” “Yeah, since the job offers have been getting kinda overwhelming we decided to take one more offer then go on a break.”

Hermes nods and goes back to work. Perfect opportunity! “Speaking of Orpheus’ birthday-”

“You love him, don’t you girl?”

Eurydice then proceeds to freak the eff out. “What?? No! No, no! I mean, he is very cute and a talented musician and I love to hear him perform or laugh...or when he turns pink after cracking a joke. But I just wanted to think of a birthday present NOT BECAUSE I LIKE HIM OR ANYTHING! Just for a friend! Yeah, a friend...what the hell is wrong with me?”

Hermes smiles at the girl, “Eurydice.” The girl shuts up immediately. “I’ve been watching over that boy since he could talk. And I can tell you he would love whatever you’d give him. Even if you decided to give him nothing but a hug or a few sweet words. He would treasure it all. But I can tell that this goes deeper than you just wanting to surprise a friend with a present.”

Eurydice’s quiet, she knows he’s right but she wasn’t planning on be confronted on it today. “I... I like him...?” She raises the end like a question. Making sure that it’s okay.

Hermes nods, “aight, I give you my blessing.” Eurydice’s chest lightens. “Now about that gift idea...”

...

“Stop running!”

“Shit!” the man runs for his life. He hadn’t done anything wrong but with police, it never was innocent until proven guilty. It was guilty until proven innocent.

He ran down the slick streets, nearly falling as he turned the corner down a backstreet.

Suddenly he was corned by three detectives from the downtown police department. “Wait officers, I didn’t do nothing!” the man tries to reason with them.

“We know,” one says. “What?” the man asks. They hold out their badges: Detectives Atropos, Clotho, and Lachesis.

“We tried to tell you that but you just went and started running,” detective Clotho said with an amused attitude.

“Are you the guy in this video?” detective Lachesis held out her ooh one displaying a shoddy video of surveillance footage of the night a month ago when a girl fired a shot that nearly blew his head off.

“Hell, that kid nearly shot me in the fucking face!”

“She’s apart of a missing child’s case,” detective Atropos states, not acknowledging what the witness just said. “Parents filed her as a runaway. She also may have possession of an illegal stolen firearm. A firearm that actually looks eerily similar to one that went missing from a previous unrelated case that wasn’t solved a few weeks before this incident.

“We need to find the girl. Have you seen her around?”

...

Seph is working at her Anthomania. The rain is drizzling once again and the streets are starting to flood. She’s arranging an order when an older woman steps through the door.

“Welcome in!”

“It’s really pouring out there ain’t it?” the woman asks. “Sure is,” Seph agrees. “Kinda frightening.”

“Frightening? Child ain’t nothing but a lil’ rain. The world was covered with water before humans were got involved. It’s all just a cycle. Reminds me of a story I dudes to hear as a child though.” Seph silently encourages her to continue. It’s a slow day, one old tale can’t harm her.

“There used to be ones that could control the weather. Children of the earth and sky, chosen to bring balance to nature. By their voices alone, they could end storms and disasters. Blessed beings they were. But they were also cursed with a heavy and heartbreaking burden. Those poor children.”

Seph back straightens, a chill running up her spine. Dread pooling in her stomach. “What kind of burden? What happened to those kids?”

The old woman gazes up at Persephone, “death.”

[littlenoona]

Performances.

Requested. 

Summary: The same handsome guy has been appearing at your performances and you become more and more interested in who he is - now you’re dancing only for him, despite a hall full of people.

Warnings: Smut, Noona kink, handjob, blowjob, explicit sex.

Genre: Smut & fluff.

Pairing: Shy!Jungkook x Professional Dancer!Reader(F).

Word Count: 6,188.

Masterlist.

Pushing your hair out of your face, you jumped a few times as you pep talked yourself, something you always did before one of your performances. Getting yourself hyped and ready you visualised your routine in your head feeling the butterflies in your stomach ready to burst. Even though this routine was near second nature, you always felt nervous before the curtains drew. 

Seeing the lights dampen you closed your eyes and took a few deep breaths, walking on to the stage and standing in the middle. 

You wondered if he was going to be here again today. The same guy had been attending several of your performances for the past few weeks, always sitting in the front row and near the centre. You wondered why, it was rare the same people would attend your shows more than a couple of times, it was always the same routine until new shows had been planned. 

You thought to yourself with a smile, it would probably be considered weird that someone would pay so much money to attend so many shows to see the same moves over and over again.

Had it not been for the way he looked at you, every time he saw you move across the stage, you had probably also considered it weird. He looked at you with such appreciation, such wonder, such a genuine look of joy and love - every single time he attended, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride. 

Feeling the vibration of the music hitting the soles of your feet, you were pulled from your thoughts and put yourself in position, sitting on your knees on the floor of the stage - time to do your best, for the third time this week. 

The curtains pulled away, your eyes still focused on your lap as the bright lights hit your figure. The music slowly playing, almost pulling at your body parts as you started your routine - your eyes slowly looking up and flicking across the audience in the front row. 

Your eyes found a familiar black pair. He was here.

His eyes were fixated on you, a vast contrast to what he was like when he first appeared at your shows and he was barely able to look at you.

Coming to an end of your routine you ended in the same position you started, on your knees, dead centre of the stage, breathing heavily and extremely exhausted. You lowered your head, your stare falling back into your lap but this time, you chose to flick your eyes back up, finding his, meeting his gaze. 

Your lips were parted as you struggling to regain control of your breathing, the music coming to an end - a shy smile appeared on his lips and you couldn’t help but let a slight smile appear on your face because it it. That’s when he realised - you could see him through the lights illuminating the stage. His mouth fell slightly ajar and the smile faded as he instantly looked away, fidgeting in his seat. 

The curtains fell shut in front of you and you fell on to your side, welcoming the cold of the stage floor, letting the pain of your lungs consume you, knowing it would pass soon but it wasn’t meant to be, knowing you had to quickly wash yourself and be ready again, your manager walked over to you and made sure you were okay before reminding you that you had fans to see. 

Sighing you lifted yourself from the floor and walked towards your dressing room, quickly undressing and showering. 

Letting the hot water hit your skin for a little too long you could hear your stylist on the other side of the door. 

“Come on, Y/N!” 

Turning off the water and drying yourself off, you put on your bathrobe and opened the door.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry!” you exclaimed as you sat down in your chair, your stylist immediately started brushing your hair and doing her thing while your make up artist started working on your face. 

Closing your eyes you let your thoughts take over, knowing this wouldn’t take long, but it would give you a little peace - the chatter between the two women yielded a nice background noise. 

Feeling a pat on your shoulder you opened your eyes, realising you had fallen asleep for a few minutes. 

“Get dressed, Y/N. You’re all done!” your stylist smiled. 

You smiled back as you walked over to the table with your clothes neatly folded. Putting on a white long sleeved shirt, long enough to reach down to your thighs and a pair of black leggings - accompanied with a pair of black ballerina flats. 

You walked back out to the stage and sat down on the edge of it, you liked meeting your fans in a casual manner so they, and you, felt more comfortable. The stage wasn’t tall so it was just like sitting on an elevated chair when you were talking to the ones who came to meet you.

The door to your right opened and you saw people coming through, all of them waving at you and smiling, filling your chest with warmth - sometimes there was a lot of people, sometimes there weren’t, today there weren’t many, but still more than you’d ever dreamt off when you first started dancing. 

You found yourself hoping he would show but of all the shows he had attended so far, he hadn’t. You found it strange as staying behind and meeting you was free, often you saw the same people you had seen for several years from different routines you performed come meet you and they were always surprised that you remembered them which made you laugh. 

Waving at the ones coming to stand by you, they one by one handed you a book to sign and you began engaging in casual conversation. Times like this you felt like this was the best part of what you did, meeting and talking to fans. 

Listening to your fans talk in between themselves you noticed someone was looking towards the door and looking puzzled, making you turn your head and follow their gaze. 

There he was, standing in the door, despite his tall appearance he looked so small and hesitant. You waved at him and motioned for him to come over to join all of you - and he slowly did. 

He found a place standing next to where you were sitting on the stage, the stage being elevated enough for you to match his height - you reached your hand out to take his book to sign it with a sweet smile and he handed you the book with a shy smile.

“What’s your name?” you asked as you opened the book.

“Jungkook.” he answered as he looked up at you with adoring eyes. 

His voice sent vibrations through your body - so deep and calming.

“Jungkook.” you smiled, “Do you want me to write something specific or can I write anything?” you asked playfully.

“Anything you want, noona.” he responded, biting his lip slightly trying to contain his smile. 

Your heart almost burst at his words, he was so cute and shy - you bet you looked like an idiot because of the smile on your face, probably the biggest you had ever smiled. 

You began scribbling in his book - “Thanks for coming to see me so often and supporting me, Jungkook. I must be doing something right! From Y/N~noona.” you drew a big heart next to the message and handed him the book back with a smile, hoping the slightly cheeky message wouldn’t put him off.  

He looked down at the book and read the message. You noticed how his ears started turning red while reading it and realising you’d come to recognise him at your shows. 

Looking back up his gaze met yours, a slight smirk on your face and a raised brow - he looked away and a breathy laugh left him, kind of embarrassed. 

Joining back into the conversation with the others, questions and topic changers were thrown around in the air and Jungkook started joining in, probably feeling more confident seeing how the others were around you and how you were around them - you loved it because he made you laugh so much if your body wasn’t already sore, it surely would be after this. 

His silly jokes, his occasional face pulling - his overall extremely warm and charming demeanour. 

Listening to one of the others telling a story about how she once tried dancing when she was younger and nearly breaking her leg, you crossed your legs and accidentally softly kicked Jungkook’s arm. Immediately you put your hand on his shoulder and apologised. 

“Sorry, Jungkookah! Sorry!” 

He turned his head to look at you with a small smile, “It’s okay, noona. Don’t worry.” 

You couldn’t help but notice the firm muscles under the palm of your hand as you slowly pulled it away.

In the corner of your eye you spotted your manager motioning for you to end the meet. It had probably gone on way longer than it should have - more so because you had become so infatuated with Jungkook you didn’t want him to leave.

Sighing and turning your head to the group, Jungkook looked at you, then to your manager and back to you, his features saddening. You nodded softly knowing it was bound to happen. 

The group settled down and you took the chance to speak to them. 

“I’m sorry everyone, but I’m going to have to go.” your voice sounding sad.

Jumping off the stage and standing up next to everyone you suddenly noticed how much taller than you Jungkook was, looking up at him slightly amazed and amused. 

“Thanks for coming to see me everyone. I had fun and I hope to see you all again soon.” you said with a big smile. 

As they started leaving one by one, they extended their arms to you in hopes of a hug and you happily obliged. 

Jungkook being the last one left and the remainder of the group walking towards the door you looked at him with a kind smile. He was the only one that hadn’t extended his arms to you for a hug and you were slightly disappointed - but you decided that you would offer him one instead. 

Extending your arms slightly and looking up at him you hoped he wouldn’t reject you, your heart beating faster, almost holding your breath waiting for him to respond, his eyes peering down at your arms before finally a smile appeared and he moved forwards towards you.

You put your arms around his neck, standing up on your toes as you felt his arms hesitantly wrapping around your waist, not wanting to disrespect you or make you uncomfortable. 

You couldn’t help but take in his scent, he smelled incredible - he was so warm, his body felt extremely firm and muscular yet so soft at the same time.

Pulling away, what you felt like was all too soon, you let the palms of your hands glide down his arms as he was slowly pulling them away from your waist, noticing how his eyes were following them and you knew you had probably become too comfortable in his presence.

“It was nice meeting you, Jungkookah.” you said with a smile and a nod before turning around and walking towards the entrance to the back of the stage. 

Reaching the entrance you stopped as you heard a soft and nervous voice behind you. 

“Noona?” 

You turned around and looked at Jungkook - his brows were furrowed and he looked like he was arguing with himself, his face was turned to the side and his eyes staring into nothing, his jaw line cutting sharply to his incredibly inviting neck. 

“Yeah?” you responded softly.

He sighed and you became worried his hair might suddenly turn grey judging by the tension in his features. 

You walked over to him and asked tenderly, “What is it?” The pace of your heart increased as you grew worried.  

He shuffled on the spot, “Can I..” his voice sounded shaky causing him to clear his throat and his eyes finally met yours, “Can I take you out for a drink some time?” 

His eyes flicked between yours as he awaited your answer, slightly taken aback by his question but extremely pleased you smiled. 

“I’d love that, but-” you paused as you could almost see his heart drop to the floor. Leaning forward slightly you put your hand on his forearm in an attempt to reassure him. 

“Hey.” you coo’d, “I was going to say I’d love for you to come to my studio and give me your opinion on a new routine I’m working on.” 

His face lit up and you could almost tell how proud he was by the way his posture seemed to change and he stood tall.

You let out a slight endearing giggle, while extending your hand to him, “Give me your phone and I’ll put my number in to it. Text me and I’ll give you the address.”

He immediately obliged. 

Entering your name and your number you suddenly heard a throat clearing behind you making you turn around to your less than pleased manager.

“We have to go, Y/N. I’m sorry.” she said. 

You nodded at her and handed Jungkook his phone back, giving him one last smile before walking after your manager, his shy smile back at you only making you feel giddy. 

Walking through the back of the building, picking up your clothes and bag, you ventured outside to your car and got in. 

Feeling your phone vibrate you pulled it out and unlocked the screen.

23:06 Unknown Number: Hey noona.

You couldn’t help but bite your lip to contain a smile, your chest feeling full. 

You texted him back immediately.

23:07 You: Hey Jungkookah!

Putting your phone away you started your car and the drive home - excited for what the future had in store for you. 

Over the next few days you had been texting Jungkook near none stop and you had finally arranged for him to come by your studio today. 

Wearing an oversized white t-shirt and a pair of black leggings, what you usually wore when you practised your routines, you walked into the studio, the large mirror in front of you reflecting your figure. You left your hair down today, something you didn’t always do but you decided your hair needed a bit of freedom and air after being tortured with products for so many weeks now. 

Walking over to the stereo you got everything ready for when he would arrive, setting up the music, stretching and making sure you were hydrated. This routine was something you hadn’t done before.

Your usual routines weren’t fast paced, but they weren’t as slow as this one. This one was a lot more sexual, a lot slower and based more on showing your body strength instead of your speed. 

You took a deep breath, trying to ready yourself as you bent forward touching your fingertips to your toes. 

Spotting Jungkook in the mirror as he walked towards the glass door you stood up straight and motioned for him to come in with excited movements. 

He opened the door and bowed lightly to you.

“Hey.” he said with a big smile, his deep voice echoing through the studio. 

You walked over to him and wrapped your arms around his neck as he wrapped his around your waist - feeling so welcome in his embrace.

Detaching yourself from him again, despite really not wanting to, you motioned for him to sit down on a bench near the wall at the edge of the room, as you walked over to the stereo to start the music and getting in position in the middle of the room. Usually when you were practising you would face the mirror so you could study your own movements - not this time, you wanted to face him. 

Feeling the slow pace of the music your body almost moved on its own, as it always did when you were listening to music - it was almost like you couldn’t stop yourself.

As the routine progressed it got more and more suggestive, more and more sexual - your body rolling, your hands feeling yourself, continuing to maintain eye contact with Jungkook. 

Your lips were slightly parted as your breathing got heavier, the routine itself not necessarily being the reason despite the sexuality of it but the way Jungkook was looking at you - the way his head was slightly leaned forward, looking at you through hooded lids, his eyes looking at you so hungrily. 

Standing still in the middle of your routine your hand found its way to your throat, holding on to it lightly, your other hand gliding over your thigh, your core and up your stomach, accidentally pulling your t-shirt with it and exposing your stomach to him before reaching your hair and tangling itself in it while you bit your lower lip, your hips slowly swaying from side to side. 

You noticed Jungkook hunching over and leaning on his arms on his thighs, watching you intensely as you continued moving, his brows furrowed. 

Finishing what you had so far of your routine, you walked over and turned off the music, your pants now the only thing echoing through the studio as you walked towards Jungkook, his eyes now back to their usual innocent look.

“What do you think?” you asked breathily. 

With a big smile he answered happily, “I loved it, it was amazing!”

You couldn’t help but blush a little and smile from the praise - “I live just up stairs, do you want to come up while I have a quick shower and then go for a drink?” 

He nodded, “Sure.” 

You started walking towards the door to leave, but noticed there were no footsteps behind you, so you turned around and met Jungkook’s eyes with a furrowed brow.

“What’s wrong, Jungkookah?” you asked, puzzled by him.

He cleared his throat, “Nothing.” but he still didn’t move. 

You walked back over to the bench where he was and sat down next to him, you noticed his eyes were flicking from side to side and his body was tense. 

“Are you sure?” you asked softly, “It’s okay, you can tell me.” 

He sighed heavily and closed his eyes, leaning slightly back and you now could see why he wasn’t able to move - there was a large and hard outline of his member in his jeans.  

“I’m sorry, noona.” he whispered, “I couldn’t help it.” 

You smiled and stood up, walking behind the bench and standing behind him. Leaning down you pressed your breast against his back and leaned your mouth close to his ear, your hands on his shoulders.

“Can I help?” you asked seductively. 

You noticed his member twitch in his jeans, his breathing becoming heavy, but he didn’t respond, his hands still firmly placed on the bench on each side of him. 

Not hearing any sort of confirmation from him, you withdrew, “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to, Jungkookah. I’ll be down in a second after my shower and then we can leave to get a drink, okay?” you said with a playful voice.

Turning on your heels and walking towards the door you felt fingers wrap around your wrist and you were stopped mid step. Turning your head and looking down, you found Jungkook’s stare. His eyes were almost begging, his lips slightly parted - his chest rising and falling slowly. 

“Please noona..” his voice sounding strained, “I.. I’d like your help.” 

Moving back to stand behind him you leaned down on him again, hearing his breathing in your ear. You moved your arms under his and they found their way to his stomach - his eyes were fixated on the movements of your hands. 

You lifted his t-shirt up a little and let your hand find its way under it, feeling the warmth of his skin and the hardness of his abs. You let your fingers trace up and down slowly, dragging one of your fingers teasingly up to the hardened bud on his chest, circling it gently with the tip of your finger. 

Your other hand opened up the button on his jeans and pulled the zipper down slowly, your eyes expecting the sight of his member. 

Seeing the outline of his member in his boxers you licked your lips, pondering his taste - letting your hand palm it you heard him sigh deeply. 

“Is this what you want?” you coo’d, placing a small kiss on his neck. 

“Yes please, noona.” he breathed. 

You pulled at his jeans and his boxers, hinting you wanted them gone. Jungkook lifted himself and pulled both items off, allowing you much more access.

Letting your hand find its way to his member again you began to slowly stroke him, his head leaning back on your shoulder, small whimpers leaving his lips - attaching your lips to his neck you sucked gently on it, left small bites and kisses, only fuelling his hunger as well as your own. 

Stroking him slightly quicker and letting your hand squeeze a little harder on him you could see his stomach tense under your touch. Taking the chance you pinched the hardened bud on his chest gently, loving the sudden jerk his body did as a result. 

“Feels so good, noona, I can’t..” he breathed. 

The teasing from your dance, how good you were making him feel and how much he wanted this only served to throw him quicker towards his end. 

You removed your hands from him, stepping over the bench and sitting down on your knees in front of him, between his legs, his eyes following you every step of the way. 

You took his member in your hands again and moved your mouth close to it, placing small licks on the back of the tip, making him almost shake in pleasure. 

His hand found it’s way to cup your cheek and subsequently to hold your hair, looking down at you with hungry and pleading eyes. 

Taking his member in your mouth you heard him hiss above you, cursing under his breath, - “Fuck..” his hand holding on to your hair a little tighter. 

Bobbing your head up and down quicker, you let your tongue venture around his members tip inside your mouth, feeling his thighs tense below your palm. 

Hearing Jungkook’s pant increase above you, you knew he was getting close, only confirmed by his words. 

“Noona..” he breathed, “Please, can I?” 

You hummed around him in approval, looking up at him expecting his release. 

Closing his eyes and letting his release take over, his stomach began to tense and release in multiple surges - his small moans none stop. Feeling his warm release on your tongue you began to slow down slightly, letting him ride his release to the fullest. 

Feeling it coming to an end you licked gently around his member and moved your mouth from his member, swallowing and licking your lips, while looking up at him, his features looking exhausted and pleased. 

You stood up and smiled down at him as he opened his eyes, his own smile appearing before he stood up and pulled his boxers and jeans up, zipping his jeans. 

“I still need a shower.” you said jokingly, crossing your arms. 

A giggle left Jungkook, “Lead the way then.” he said while extending his arm to motion for you to walk first. 

You did as he wanted and led him through the front of the studio to a door that unlocked to a stairway that went up and into a small apartment. 

He closed the door behind him and looked around the place, the wooden flooring feeling warm, the windows letting the evening sun in and he felt strangely at home and cosy in your place. 

You turned around and noticed how he was looking around, probably questioning why you were in such a small place, compared to the amount of money you were making.

“I like it small and cosy, that’s why I live up here. I’ve never been much for big places, especially because I live alone.” you stated.

“I like it.” Jungkook immediately responded, “It’s cute.” 

You smiled, feeling more confident that he liked your apartment. 

“Make yourself at home, I’ll just be a few minutes.” you said as you walked into your bedroom towards your bathroom connected to it. 

He walked around for a little and studied your place, looking at the books you had, music collection and towards the small balcony you had near your living room. 

You quickly got undressed, stuck your hair in a ponytail so your hair wouldn’t get wet, jumped into the shower before the water was even warm, quickly washing yourself and rushing back out, drying yourself, knowing if you let yourself stay even a little in the shower, it would take too long and you really wanted to go out for a drink with Jungkook, not wanting him to wait. 

Wrapping your towel around you, pulling the ponytail back out and giving your hair a quick brush you walked into your bedroom again.

Seeing a figure in the corner of your eye, you turned your head to the bedroom door, seeing Jungkook standing there. 

His mouth was slightly ajar and his eyes wide, he hadn’t meant to catch you in this moment, you noticed he swallowed harshly, his adam’s apple bobble in his throat. 

You turned towards him with a smirk on your face, your fingers the only thing keeping your towel from landing on the floor, “Do you want to see?” you asked cheekily. 

Jungkook nodded slightly. 

Your fingers let go and the towel fell to the floor, standing completely naked in his view. 

His eyes slowly trailed down your body, studying every single part of you, every bump, every mark, wanting to memorise everything. 

You felt your face heat up and you blushed slightly at his stare, not expecting him to study you so intensely. 

His eyes flicked back up to yours and you saw the same hunger in his eyes as you had down stairs when he was watching you dance, his eyes black and lips inviting. 

He moved forward and in a matter of seconds his hand was cupping your cheek and his other arm was around your waist, his lips pressed harshly against yours, pulling your body to his, your hands finding their place on his chest. 

You moaned into the kiss, your core instantly throbbing in response to his movements. 

He bent his knees and put his hands under your thighs, picking you up. Your hands held on to his neck as he turned you around and pushed you against the wall, pressing his hips into yours, the pressure on your core making you moan again and break the kiss, gasping for air as his lips found their way to your neck instead. 

You clawed at his back as he bit your neck slightly harder than you had expected, your head dropping and your gaze fixated where he was located between your legs. One of your hands finding way to the back of his head, pulling his hair, a growl leaving him and his lips finding yours again. 

Such a sudden change of character, from a shy innocent boy to a rough hungry man. 

Pulling you away from the wall he gently placed you down on the bed, his arms placed on either side of you, hovering over you, his large figure making you feel so small.

Breaking away from your lips, his forehead pressed against yours, your breaths being the only noise in the room, his body shook slightly, wanting nothing more but to continue. 

“Are you okay with this?” he breathed, his eyes closed, trying to control himself.

“Yes.” you responded instantly, “Please don’t stop.” 

Obeying you he pressed his lips to yours again, opening them slightly, as you did the same, your tongues finding each other in a fight of passion. 

His hand roamed your body, feeling every part of you, from the back of your thigh, up your side and to your breast, kneading it gently, his thumb flicking over your hardened bud, his clothed member grinding against your core continuously. 

Your hands finding their way to the hem of his shirt you pulled it upwards and he momentarily broke the kiss to pull it off completely. His tanned skin and muscular appearance feeding your hunger, your hand gliding over his stomach, chest, over his collarbones and to the back of his neck, pulling him down to you to capture his lips with yours. 

His hand roamed from your breast and down your stomach, gliding gently over your slit, instantly feeling how wet you were - feeling him smile into the kiss you guessed he approved greatly of it.

Soaking his fingers with your wetness he started circling your clit slowly and gently, sending shocks of pleasure through your body. 

Knowing his fingers were sufficiently wet he slowly let two glide down towards your entrance and put them inside of you, the pain of the stretch making you break the kiss and lean your head back in a whimpering moan, his eyes feasting on the look on your face as he started slowly thrusting them in and out of you, loving how you were coming undone below him. 

You felt him move from above you, opening your eyes and looking towards him he suddenly pulled your legs towards the edge of the bed, making you let you a gasp, he sat down on his knees between them, his lips dragging down your thigh and leaving small kisses. 

Finally reaching your core he teased you, letting you feel his heavy breath. 

“Jungkookah, please..” you whimpered. 

A small hum left him as he let his tongue drag up your slit and flicking your clit, your body instantly responding in a twitch and moan. 

Attaching his lips to your clit he began sucking on it, flicking it with his tongue and drawing small circles around it, his arms wrapping under and around your thighs to keep you still, your hips not listening to you as they kept thrusting up in an attempt to receive more. 

The calculated movements of his tongue ensured you wouldn’t last long.

Grabbing on to the sheets you desperately tried to keep your composure but he wasn’t making it easy. Arching your back into the mattress, your abs tensing, you bit your lip, your moans endless. 

“Fuck.. So good..” you whimpered, placing your hand over your mouth in an attempt to silence yourself. 

One of his hands moved from your thigh to your hand, removing it from your mouth and instead intertwining his fingers with yours - the hand you had placed on the sheets opting to hold on to his soft locks. 

A series of particularly hard and precise flicks of his tongue had you so close you couldn’t stop your orgasm. 

“So close..” you whimpered, your hand in his clenching harder, his movements not letting up, only trying harder knowing you were close, wanting to hear you. 

The pressure in your core finally snapped and you could feel the tensing of your body start, your eyes screwed shut, your head leaning back into the mattress - the shocks of pleasure being sent to every part of your body, your core clenching and throbbing.

Jungkook slowed his movements feeling your body eventually go limp, except for the occasional twitch of aftershock. 

Standing up and leaning down to hover over you again he gently brushed hair away from your face and enjoyed your fucked out appearance, your breathing heavy and quick. 

You turned your head to look at him, a smile appearing on his lips, still covered in your wetness. 

He leaned down and found your lips for a soft kiss - you could taste yourself on him. 

Your hand reached down to his jeans, popping open the button and tugging the zipper down.

“You want more?” he smiled against your lips.

“Do you have more?” you responded cockily. 

Pressing his hard member harshly against your still sensitive clit, you hissed in response. 

“Hmm? What’s that, noona?” he responded back equally cocky, one brow raised. 

Smiling at him you pulled him into another kiss, aching for his touch, his cocky tone only turning you on even more. 

He pulled his jeans and boxers down, moving on to the bed with you, both of you moving towards the headboard to have more room. 

Pulling your legs up on either side of his hips, you reached one hand down and palmed his member, positioning him at your entrance, letting him slowly start to push in. 

Moving your lips from his you looked down as you saw him disappear into you, the stretch sending a sharp pain through your body, your hands situated on his chest, clenched in fists - his lips planting gentle kisses on your neck, attempting to soothe you. 

You exhaled sharply at the pain of him stretching you though it was somehow still turning you on immensely but you involuntarily pushed your hands against his chest, causing him to stop immediately. 

“Does it hurt?” he asked softly.

“Mmhm.” you nodded, “but don’t stop, you feel so good.” 

Continuing to push into you he kept gently kissing your neck, shoulder and collarbone until he was fully inside. 

“Fuck, noona. You’re so tight.” he breathed against your skin, holding still until you had adjusted.

You moved one of your hands to the back of his neck, holding on to him as you clenched your legs around him, making him grind in and out of you slowly. 

Moving away from your neck to hover over you he maintained eye contact with you, as he picked up the pace a little, your moans growing more frequent, losing yourself in him. 

Sitting back on his heels he continued his thrusts, holding on to your thighs, loving the sight of you, your body and your breasts, the clear pleasure on your features. 

Looking up at him you noticed tiny drops of sweat coming down his temples, his hair sticking to his forehead and his torso glistening. 

Leaning down he put an arm under your waist and lifted you up onto him a small gasp leaving you, he turned around and sat down against the headboard, you now straddling him. 

As if you had no control over your body it instantly started riding him, both your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself, his hands holding on to your hips. 

One of his hands ventured up to the hardened bud on your breast, gently circling it and squeezing it between his thumb and index finger, increasing the pressure you were feeling in your core again. 

Riding him a little faster you felt your legs burn slightly, but the sight of his lips parting and his small moans made you work through it, loving the way he was looking at you.

“I’m not gonna last much longer, noona.” he panted. 

You leaned down and captured his lips in a burning kiss, “It’s okay, me neither.”

Wanting to make sure you reached your end before he did, he wrapped his arm around your waist and flipped you on to your back, leaving him in control again. 

With an arm on each side of you, hovering over you his thrusts became harder and faster, your hands finding their way to his back and clawing down it, causing him to growl in pain. 

Whimpering you could feel your orgasm nearing, his thrusts relentless and precise - leaning up you found his lips in a passionate kiss.

You squeezed your legs around him, feeling yourself ready to let go, your back arching into the mattress and your face hiding in the crook of his neck. 

“Cum for me. Let me hear you, noona.” he whispered in your ear. 

You did exactly as he wanted, holding on to him as if he was the only thing keeping you from falling off the edge, moans leaving you with no end in sight, your body twitching in pleasure as your orgasm finally set in. 

Your core clenching around him and listening to your moans had his high washing over him as well, strained groans leaving him as his thrusts stuttered and came to a halt. 

His body was shaking, his arms gave in and he fell down on top of you, his head on your chest, hearing your heart pound from exhaustion. 

You gently stroked his soft hair as you both calmed down from your ecstasy. 

“I’m going to need a shower again.” you said playfully. 

“Yeah me too.” he laughed. 

Shifting his head he looked up at you, moving up to place his lips softly on yours, making you wish he wouldn’t ever let go. 

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Emerald 👑

Part 1 : FAMILY

Emerald the precious stone; embodiment of peace and tranquillity, balance and fertility. Emerald, with its viridescent magnanimous tourmaline green hue, like dew on lush green leaves in the morning, on a warm July date.

Emerald the stone of successful love…

Symbolism of hope and healing, with the verdant blue symbolizing compassion.

Emerald infused in a human. How? A wonder…

Lost in the way the love and blessing of his life was gleaming at the baby in her arms, not just any baby; their baby. The wondrous miracle of their life. Giggling joyously, like a toddler who just learned to ride the tricycle, at the little noises coming from the miracle of their lives; like heaven to his ears.

Gazing lovingly at those twinkling emeralds with specks of brown like gold, as if a mirror was placed in front of him.

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“ come on baby, few pushes more you..”

“ harry i swear to god if it exceeded a ‘few pushes’ you'll be the one doing those” he was cut short by his ever gorgeous wife even in labour, because in his eyes there was just sheer love for her, for her kind soul and genuine heart, never forgetting the compromises she made for him ; those late nights, lonely home, cold bed, lost appetites..but she remained by his side even after all that, his heart was devoted to her, but he couldn't pinpoint when his soul became hers too.

“harry..” his love whimpered, and he was snapped out of his thoughts to glance at her, he couldn't stop his heart from clenching in pain, at the sight of his baby in such a distraught condition “ it hurts” she whispered through a weak sob.

“h-hey look at me love, yeah, s-should i press your back? You wanna hold my hand? Should-...” he couldn't even finish his choked up sentence, as she grasped his hand tightly in hers letting out a cry, a proper painful sob, adding a couple more tears to her already tear-stained cheeks. It was his cue to grasp her back and softly massage it; to divert some pain, standing in a weird hugging position, but the CEO didn't gave a flying thought since, always his top priority was his darling,forever will be, especially right now when she was going through soo much just to bring a miracle to their lives. He truly valued the rarest gem he was blessed with in the form of a human.

“last push” announced the midwife.

At that moment he heard a faint, but prominent to his ears, declaration of love from his sweetheart, his eyes watered “ i love you too so so much, forever and ever” he cooed in a soft voice whilst looking in her love filled orbs. Loud wails filled the room followed by the gentle sobs of his darling. He couldn't will himself to decide where to focus, and soon his dilemma was solved when his little miracle was placed on the chest of his love.

“we made a baby! we made a beautiful baby, lovie.” his love whimpered, through choked up sobs.

“ yes we did, we did, my beautiful love” he cooed, equally as emotional if not more.

“thankyou so much for making a baby with me, thank you” she whispered through her sobs.

“ no, thankyou for marrying me, for choosing me, for blessing me with the biggest wish of my life, th-thankyou” by now harry’s face was drenched in tears; tears of joy.

He couldn't fathom that this woman, not just any woman, but his sweetheart was thanking him after blessing him with his greatest wish. How? He couldn't even understand himself, he was unable to put together the pieces to try to understand this unfathomable emotion.

The following events of cutting the umbilical cord, and cleansing his baby, and wrapping him in the black velvet blanket that his love chosed …” blue and pink are too stereotypical, blueberry”...well he didn't had it in him to debate with his heavily pregnant wife, he just couldn't neglect the gleam in her eyes when she spotted the beautiful black velvet blanket, and now he understood why she chosed it, because certainly the miracle of their lives was looking like an angel, their lives biggest blessing was cocooned in it- all these events were a blur to him, like faint noise of flowing water. The only thing he could focus on was his love with their baby in her arms, eyes closed, mouth open reaching for her chest, the midwife encouraged her, but she looked up at him- for reassurance, and he was without a second thought at her disposal.

He thought he couldn't have been more indebted by her soul, but each time he was proven wrong. Placing one hand at her lower back, and the other to hold their baby's head. Holding his baby's head close to his love's chest, she angled her breast near their baby's mouth, and he latched on immediately, his love smiled widely a small laugh escaping her cherry lips whilst gazing ever soo lovingly at the suckling infant on her chest, he was in a trance,looking at the two souls; holders of his unconditional, infinite love. Indeed he was a blessed one. Blessed with a little family of his own, to love and to cherish, to hold and to protect, to provide and to care, he couldn't have been more grateful to God.

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“ Harry, come hold him he's looking at you” his love cooed.

He leaned closer to them on the bed, holding their baby in his arms. Those tourmaline green eyes stared at him in awe, and he stared at his baby in equal awe; as if he was looking in the mirror while getting ready for work in the early hours of the morning.

“ I love you, blueberry” he heard his sweetheart, and no that declaration of love was meant for him “ you too muffin” and that was for their miracle who smiled a big toothless smile at his parents.

Harry for sure thought he was tongue-tied in that moment, since he couldn't even dare imagine what his life would've been like without his two loves; his little family, because it was still as fresh as yesterday in his mind about how close he was to losing all this; his little family, his nightmare turned into reality still haunts him to this day.

A/N

So hello everyone. Finally the wait is over. This is my first story it'll surely be a series. Feedback is highly appreciated. Love you all.❤