#but then he realizes like a month into the arrangement he’s fallen and hard and he’s now panicking

[flokali]

Someone sends me a Sampo ask and I drop everything and write over 1k words of him being the ickiest, most scummy man on Jarilo-VI…

I am so normal about him, I swear

[jasonswhitetuftofhair]

“Come at me, Baby”

Characters/Pairings : Jason Todd (Red Hood) x female!reader.

Synopsis : Jason and Reader spar and after training things get steamy filthy.

Content Warnings : SMUT. Slow burn. Poor writing. Lots of plot. Training/Sparring (reader learns combat). Curse words. Pet names. Overstimulation. Multiple orgasms. Protected sex. Size kink (barely noticeable). Oral (fem rec.). Fingering. Dry humping. Use of object as toy (Jason uses a muscle massage gun on you). Vaginal intercourse. Light bondage (Jason ties your hands w/ resistance bands). Reader insert (sorry). Aftercare.

Fandom : DC, Batman.

Word Count : 5202

Author’s Notes : First fic I’ve written. Like ever. Also, this is a repost; I originally posted this for the first time in October 23’ but I deleted it in December 23’ due to insecurity.

This week had been tiring. Multiple meetings, a lab breakout scare, a few late night patrols all on top of studying the material you’d been given had started to add up. All you wanted was to retire for the night, go to your room and take a nice, relaxing, long, hot bath. Gorge yourself with junk food and put your show on, and then sleep like the dead. But no, tonight called for an evening training session with your training instructor.

Jason. Jason Todd. Before you had entered the gym, you weren't sure if you would be up to train tonight. But watching him enter the double doors with his hot-as-hell all black tactical pants, skin tight athletic t-shirt and combat boot ensemble quickly made you reconsider. As if it was hard.

Ever since Bruce had finally gotten Jason to accept his proposal of conducting training sessions with everybody, you’ve been feeling like a sitting duck. You had been trying to hide your feelings from the older vigilante for a while now. A while as in since you first arrived at the manor. Nearly eight months had you been stumbling around whenever he was near, barely making eye contact and feeling like an idiot because of him. And you had been succeeding, too! Barely, but still. He didn't know anything and now with your new arrangement, how could he not pick up on the vibes you were sending out? It was only a matter of time before your feelings were compromised and you were left heartbroken and feeling like a fool, your friendship with him long gone.

It wasn't so bad, though. You had always been good at adapting and Jason wasn't necessarily bad on the eyes. It was kind of fun, too. His little dry humored remarks, shared inside jokes and just…him, made him good company. After all, he was your friend. You haven't known him long, but it still felt like you’ve known him forever. But that was the problem. Your friendship with him was too much of a treasure to have it be risked just because of a little crush. You’d rather be plagued by the overwhelming melancholy of your predicament than not have him at all. If the only way you could allow yourself to indulge in the feel of his hands on your body was when he was training you in combat, then that was something you were okay with settling for.

“Earth to Y/N. Um hellooooo, you there?” Jason’s equally teasing and concerned words pulled you from your trance you hadn't even realized you’d fallen into.

Your embarrassment quickly appeared on your face and didn't go unnoticed by him. “Yes! Sorry, I’m here.” Having been snapped out of your thoughts, you noticed that Jason had you held against him mid-air. You threw a punch at him, but he of course dodged it so you did what you first thought next. You tried to kick him in his side but he quickly grabbed your ankle and gently but strongly twisted it so that your body changed direction. Before you could lose balance and fall he grabbed your other thigh and caught your body against his, holding you to him. You didn't react at all, though, and his initial thought was that he crossed a line he didn't know of and did something to upset you. He called your name and you didn't answer the first time so he paused the lesson and brought you back to him.

He was a little worried, honestly. He knew you to be like this, often catching you staring off into space and likely daydreaming or stuck in deep thought. It was your expression, though. The mild sorrow, a little bit of adoration shining in those pretty eyes he loved so much, too.

“You sure? We can take a break if you need it,” he offers, gently smiling at you, “is everything okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?” he asks worriedly. Gazing into his eyes, your heart almost swells up. He looks so genuine, like it would hurt him if he hurt you and you let yourself pretend it's for other reasons. “Yes, I’m fine, promise. Just have a headache s’all.” It's enough to relax him just the slightest but he doesn't believe you. Your body language is just not convincing enough. He finally puts you down and lets his eyes skim all over you. He tells himself it's to check for signs of discontent or injury, but he knows he can't lie to himself. Youre just too fucking beautiful. He shakes himself out of it before the blood rushes south and gets back to the lesson.

“So. You really need to get out of the habit of kicking. It can't be your first instinct, sweetheart. You're exposing an entire limb to the enemy and you're not skilled enough yet to counter whatever it is they plan on doing. I know it's hard, but you need to really start implementing your upper body strength,” he explains to you, occasionally letting his fingers linger on your skin when showing you what the enemy could potentially do to you. You truly appreciate how gentle and accommodating he is when it comes to teaching you. You’ve seen him train with the others and sometimes his harsh tone is enough to make you jump even when his words are directed to someone else. He’s been so patient with you and the thought of him going out of his way to train your aversion-to-fighting self makes your heart flutter. You nod along with him, letting him know you haven't gone off to La La Land again.

“Alright. Come at me, honey,” he orders while positioning himself in the default defense stance. Legs strong, but ready to move. Arms by his side ready to catch and balance. Core strong and taut, chest puffed. Eyes on you, just as he likes it. He finds it adorable how clueless your little expression is. Eyes wandering all over the place, arms trying to find a good way to support yourself and legs waddling to their correct position. Like a baby deer learning how to walk. He hears your little words of encouragement to yourself and watches your eyes, watching the gears turn in your brain. While his focus is stuck on your pretty face, he doesn't notice your left hand curling behind you while you spin yourself around, pressing your back to his front. He grunts and catches your right hand before it can land around his bicep. You quickly move your feet backward and jump behind him, putting all your strength into kicking his back hamstring, but he’s already several steps ahead of you. He turns around before your foot can land and grabs your ankle, destabilizing your legs and grabbing your wrists, holding them tight in his right hand.

This of course leads his mind to other things, things that would involve this very position. You curl your leg around his stretched leg and twist your body around, landing you on top of him. Your legs straddling his abdomen and palms resting on his waist. He doesn't mind at all, though and senses a pause in your movement. He notices your tired expression, your flushed face and neck, the sweat on your hairline, neck and brow. You jump, as if just now realizing the position you had him in. You move to sit next to him and he moves into a sitting position, no longer back to floor. You flash him a cheeky grin, happy with yourself for winning this time.

“Did I do good?” you ask him excitedly and he chuckles, your pretty little smile having caused his heart to skip a beat. ‘Did I do good?’. That phrase would be on repeat in his brain for a little while, he could tell. The way you seeked his approval caused his groin to stir and he stood up, quick to distract himself.

“You did. I’m proud, that was much better. We’re gonna focus on your upper torso, now, okay?” He guides you to stand and places his hands on either sides of your shoulders, guiding you to stand in front of him. “I'm gonna throw at you, and you're going to block them.” He playfully wiggles his fist in front of you and you grab onto it giggling. Oh how he adores that sound. He sneakily aims and his fist appears next to your collarbone, you move your body out of the way. He does it again, this time it comes next to your left shoulder. You grab his wrist with both hands and block it. He doesn't miss the way you needed both hands to wrap around his wrist. He moves again, fist to the right of your face. Your eyes widen and he shushes you and you relax. You both know he wouldn't make a move to successfully cause you harm.

This goes on and on for what seems like forever. Your stamina has dwindled down a while ago and he can tell how tired you are. He thinks about cutting training early, but for his own selfish reasons he decides against it. He doesn't want your time together to end. Still, you're barely putting in any effort and you're certainly not trying to hide it from your instructor. His eyes haven't left you since the session began and he was very pleased with all the intel he’s received. Your short, panted breaths. The way your cheeks and neck flushed with that pretty shade of pink that suited you so well. Your wide eyes, how they seemed to sparkle under the annoyingly bright lights of the gym. How they seemed to water whenever he stared into them for too long. Your wobbling lip whenever you got a little too into it. How you went out of your way to put both of your hands on him, regardless of if it was beneficial or not. The way you didn't even move out of the way of his punches anymore. You just watched the muscles of his arms flex and wished they were around you instead.

“You gotta put in some more effort for me, princess. I know you can do it,” he tells you, cooing at the way you whine at him, silently wishing he would end training early. He chuckles. “C’mon, block em’, sweetheart.” You roll your eyes and try to muster up whatever strength left in your exhausted body. Your hands meet his and successfully block a hit. He doesn't forget how you rolled your eyes, though. What he wouldn't do to have you bent over his lap for that. He finishes with the punches and leads you to the equipment.

He stands you in front of the power rack looking thing, gripping your waist and holding you up, waiting for you to grab onto the handles on top. “Chin-ups. Fifteen of em’,” he tells you and you groan. He knows you hate chin ups. “Tsk, tsk. C’mon, princess. Don't make it twenty. These help with your shoulder and bicep strength. Use an underhand grip, palms facing you.” You sigh and get into position, starting what he told you to do. You made sure to be as dramatic as possible, though; you were too tired to keep the brat in you at bay. Jason, on the other hand, doesnt try to hide the way he is blatantly staring at your ass, thighs and waist. He burns the image in his mind and moves closer to you, holding onto your waist to make you feel secure.

You huff and sigh out, hoping he’ll give into you. Throughout the entirety of the session, his hands have been on you. His breath has been on your neck. The feel of his body on yours. Him in your proximity. It was frustrating. Having him so close, but far away. Little did you know he felt the same. His hands move to rub encouraging circles into your hips and you whimper out loud, to your embarrassment. He doesn't even try to hide his smirk, though. Once the exercises are done, he holds onto you, purposefully moving his big hands to rest on your ass, bringing you down. You’re done with his teasing and turn around, pressing your palms flat to his chest and keeping him at bay. You signal with your eyes that you’re not in the mood for the teasing and he coos, holding your face between his two hands. “Is there something you want, baby?” you whine and cry out for him trying to hide your face into his chest but he only lifts your chin back up so he can see you. “Come on, sweetheart, if you want something you have to ask for it.” “hmph! I want you to stop teasing me, Jason!” He smiles wickedly and lets you go. “Training is over,” he states simply and you sigh contentedly, walking to the locker room.

Before you can open it, though, Jason’s hand wraps around your wrist and you turn to him. “You didn't actually think I was done with you, did you?” he asks but doesn't wait for an answer. He opens the door to the locker room and guides you into it before locking the door. In an instant you're pressed against the door, cold wood on your back, and Jason’s mouth on yours. It's not much of a fight for dominance, his tongue having beat yours instantly. It feels heavenly. Not just the feel of his tongue in your mouth, tasting yours, but finally all this pent up tension leaving your body. You sigh into the kiss, Jason’s hand comes up behind your neck to grab the hair at the base and you mewl against him.

You were losing oxygen and his kisses traveled from your lips, to your chin, to your jaw, the sweet spot on your neck. His big hands wrapped tightly around your waist and the feel of his open-mouthed kisses on your neck has your jaw slack and breathing uneven. He smiles at the way you look like a puppy with your open mouth and panting, practically drooling.

“This okay, sweetheart?”

You were practically soaking through your panties by now and the tenderness of his words and low pitch of his voice certainly wasn't helping. You nod a yes and throw your head back at the feel of his harsh sucking on your neck and collarbone. He growls and spanks your bottom, “I need words, Y/N,” he commands and you whine out loud yet again. “Yes! Please, need you, Jason,” you tell him and that’s all he needs to hear.

Carrying the two of you, he picks you up and holds you against him. Your legs wrapped against his waist and he sits down on a bench, you still on his lap. His kisses don't stop and the feel is euphoric. His hands haven't stopped roaming your body. The feel of his big hands groping at your soft, supple flesh through the clothing separating you from him combined with just…him, was damn near enough to make you go crazy. You were tugging at his hair and pressing your face against the crook of his neck, desperate to smell his pheromones and your soft lips pressing kisses of your own against his neck had him hard against you already. When you felt his hardness against your tummy you gasped and tugged on his hair a tad bit harder and he moaned against you. Little curses left his mouth and you were seeing stars. Nothing had barely even happened and you were already this close to being admitted into Arkham Asylum.

Suddenly his hands paused their movements and his tone became one of seriousness. He grabbed your chin and forced your face towards his. Your pretty little glossed over eyes shining up into his had his breath hitch and for a split second he forgot what he needed to do. He could see the curiosity on your face, your teeth tugging your lower lip and he had to avert his eyes.

“Fuck, Y/N. I need to tell you something. I-I like you, Y/N. And not just in a friendship way. I understand—” he started but you cut him off, lurching towards him even more and grabbing his head between your hands, kissing him with a force you didn't know you could possess. He could feel you smile into the kiss and he let you have control this time. Not for long, though. He grabbed your hair into his fist and you gasped. “I-I like you, too, Jason. Have for a while now,” you mumbled against him and he grabbed your plump bottom with both hands, bringing your body flush with his. This only fueled the fire, though; his rock hard cock straining against his pants feeling your core against him had him clenching his jaw and closing his eyes, trying to control himself a little bit.

“I like you a lot, Jason. A lot a lot,” you whimpered against his lips and he smiled. You could see the genuinity in his eyes and the softness in his smile. He placed a gentle kiss against your forehead and then one on your nose and finally one on your lips. “I'm glad, sweetheart. Very glad,” and with that he grabbed your hips and shifted your legs a little bit. He forcedly rocked your clothed cunt against his hardness and your eyes closed, head tossed back. It was almost too much, too fucking much. You had been teased all night long and with all this foreplay you weren't sure if you would last. You tried to paw his hands off of your hips and stop your movement, but you just weren't strong enough. His devilish grin staring up at you, his pretty girl, had you whining and grow the ache in your pussy. “Stop, ‘s too much, stop, please, Jay,” you begged against him and all he could do was smile. “Stop? You want me to stop? But I’m not even doing anything, baby,” he teased. He knew he was teasing the damnit out of you. Even as you begged for mercy, there you were, still riding his clothed dick. You couldn't help but follow his lead though, your hips couldn't help but relish in the feeling of his hands tight on them, guiding you back and forth. Even if you wanted to you weren't sure if you could stop. God, it felt so good. Nothing you had ever felt like before. His hands on your hips and his mouth abusing your sensitive skin. The hardness of him grinding directly onto your clit. It was all so amazing.

He could tell you were close. He’s never had you before but he already knew all your tells. Your panting and labored breaths. The way you couldn't keep your eyes open. The stuttering of your hip movement. How you tried to get closer to him, even though you were flush to him. Gasps and whimpers leaving your mouth. Your hands tried to paw his hands away yet again. Think you’d learn the first time. His mouth went right back to sucking marks into your skin and he cooed at you. “C’mon, babygirl. You can do it. I know you need it, sweetheart. Just let go and cum for me,” he softly commanded. Hips following his words, your pace quickened and he ground you down onto him. His own hips jerked up and his cock spanked your core. Within moments the climax unraveled and you let out a screech. The white hot bliss greeted you and the power of your orgasm could be felt in every nerve ending of your body. You shook for a good thirty seconds and your vision went blurry. You slumped against him tiredly and he chuckled. His soothing hands rubbing circles into your back and sweet nothings helped calm you down and your high rode out. You lazily started unbuckling his belt and he grabbed your wrists, stopping you. Oh how you liked the feel of his hands grabbing you like that. “Tsk, tsk, Princess. ‘M not done with you yet.”

In an instant he was untying your shoe laces, kicking them off your feet and forcing your pants down to your ankles. His hands ripped your panties off and you were exposed. The brisk air was biting against your wet cunt and you gasped slightly. He raised you up against the lockers and wrapped your legs around his head, hands planted firmly on your ass holding you midair. The smell of your arousal and the previous orgasm dripping everywhere had him painfully hard. “Tell me if it's too much, baby, and I’ll stop, okay?” You whispered a ‘yes’ and he finally satiated his desire to have your cunt in his mouth. His mouth went straight for your clit and you shrieked at the feeling. His light little sucks on the nub had you rolling your eyes back and jerking your hips. Continuous moans leaving your mouth only encouraging him. He licked a stripe straight up and down the length of your pussy and his own moans left him. You tasted fucking delicious. Like everything he had imagined. All those times he imagined how you’d feel and he was finally fucking seeing for himself. He felt like a kid on goddamn Christmas, his hands tightening his grip on your ass. You were sure there’d be handprints in the morning. His thumb went to rub rough circles on your little bundle of nerves while he thrust his tongue in and out of your weeping hole. You started to cry out for him, hands pushing against his head and fingers gripping his hair attempting to pull him off of your pussy. Absolute the fuck not. He looked to his right and to his luck there was a set of resistance training bands hanging from a hook. He smirked and looked up at your fucked out face and he chuckled to himself. Holding you up with one hand, he reached to his side and grabbed a cable band. You watched his movement and saw what he was doing and your eyes widened. The kinky bitch. “C’mon, princess. Give em to me. Since you don't know how to keep your hands to yourself, I have to take em away from you,” he teased playfully condescending. He tied your hands together behind your back with the workout gear and he hummed satisfied with himself before resuming his meal. He was fucking merciless with his tongue and you soon learned your crush was a borderline sadist. His mouth wrapped around your clit and his sucks were harsh and unforgiving. Like a man starved, he ate you like you were the last source of hope for his soul. His finger started fucking you, too. He started with one but your drenched hole quickly accommodated for more. Soon enough you were on the brink of another orgasm and he forced it from you roughly. “Again, sweetness. You can cum again, cant you? Give me another.”

The orgasm brought tears to your eyes and you wouldn't stop shaking. Your thighs were quaking around his head and your back arched off of the cool metal of the lockers you were propped against. Toes curling, head thrown back, continuous moans and screams leaving your lips. Your second climax of the night arrived and you screamed into the locker room, little sobs leaving your ruined body. He let you ride out your orgasm against his tongue until he was fully content and gently brought you down, placing one last kiss against your lower body. He sucked his fingers that were just shoved inside you, not breaking eye contact with your tired eyes. He placed his forehead against your own and wiped away your tears.

“You okay, baby? Was that too much?” he asked worriedly. He didnt want to fuck up his first time with you and feared he lost control of himself. You smiled tiredly against him and shook your head lightly. “‘M okay, promise. Jus’ need you, Jason.” He smiled and shuffled you towards the mirror and sinks. He took off his shirt and laid it on the edge of one of the sinks he was about to bend you over. You realized it was for your comfort and smiled up at him, feeling your heart swell up. Even when he was about to absolutely obliterate your cunt, he still managed to be a gentleman. He unbuckled his pants and finally his cock sprung up. He sighed, finally feeling relief. He watched you stare at his size through the mirror, seeing your eyes widen and your teeth tug on your lip. He lightly guided you into the position he wanted you in and you sighed contently, feeling comforted by the thought you would finally be fucked by him. Watching him pull a condom out of nowhere and rip it open with his teeth had you on the edge of your seat. He sheathed himself with it and made sure everything was ready. “Ya’ ready for me, sweetheart?” he asked while lining his tip up with your entrance, smearing your wetness all around his head. You gasped and shouted a little “yes” and he chuckled, sinking in. Even with two orgasms loosening your little cunt up for him, he was still a little much to adjust to. Both of your heads tossed back in sync and you closed your eyes, sighing for him. You worked your hips against him, wanting to feel more. He grunted and grabbed you by your hair, bringing your head up to look in the mirror. “Keep your eyes up here, baby.”

Once you were fully adjusted to his size, he slid almost all the way out and then re-entered your warm, wet heat. It felt so good. He set a pace and it was so heavenly. You could cry with how good it felt. You both needed this, needed this release for all the pent up frustrations in your lives. Sounds of flesh smacking against flesh and his grunts and your little sighs filled the room and the smell of sex was heavy in the air. His hands were on either side of your hips and his eyes met yours in the mirror. It was fucking exotic. Seeing your eyes perfectly, watching the pleasure unravel on your face. Pleasure he was giving you. His pace quickened a hair and you gasped. Your hips moved backwards against him, in time with his thrusts. You felt him deeper and the perfect rhythm of his cock repeatedly hitting that spot inside you almost hypnotized you. He smirked a little bit as he watched your fucked out face in the mirror. No thoughts, head empty. It was clear only pleasure was what you felt.

You didn't even notice him reaching above the both of you and retrieving something from the cabinet. Only when you heard the familiar buzzing noise did you wake up from the transe you were in and see what he had in the mirror. A muscle massage gun. For a moment you were a little confused, why was he hurt? Then you felt the big spherical head of the gun against your clit and your eyes rolled to the back of your head for the umpth time that night. He smiled and cooed at you from above. Yeah, he was definitely a sadist. He angled the gun a little bit to the left, wanting to overstimulate your abused little button. His thrusts hadnt ended and it was too fucking much. His pace was faster and harder and deeper now and had you both moaning up a storm. Your hands were finding themselves gripped onto the sink counter and you were struggling to keep your eyes open and in the mirror. He moved the massage gun setting higher and kept it firm against you. Your thighs were shaking and you were glad you were being held against the sink by him. You weren't sure you would be able to keep yourself up if you weren't.

“C’mon, pretty girl. Give me one more, please. I know you can. Cum for me, sweetheart.” You closed your eyes, feeling bliss about to erupt in you again. He quickly corrected you, though. His hand not being used to hold the machine to your clit came up to your throat, squeezing lightly on the sides. Not enough to cause genuine pain or prevent oxygen into your blood, just enough to give you that lightheadedness and in an instant you came on his cock. Your final orgasm was so intense and pleasurable—not surprisingly—and it lasted nearly thirty seconds. He removed the massage gun and returned both hands to your waist. His brutal thrusts as he chased his own orgasm helped you ride it all out. That blissful feeling that lasted longer than your orgasm did. All the stress leaving your body. Finally his sputtering hips stilled as he emptied his hot load into the condom and you whined, half wishing he was emptying himself into your wet little cunt instead. One day.

You both sighed and felt content again. You were sated and had finally gotten what you wanted. His loving palm rubbing circles into your lower belly, soothing you. He peppered light kisses on your skin and slowly slid out of your heat. He turned you around and kissed your forehead. All this loving kissing of his was making you wanna cry, it felt so good. Not just to be fucked right by him, but to have him, too. He was yours, now. And you were finally his. He grabbed your face between his palms and gazed lovingly into your eyes. “You okay, baby? Was that good? I didn't hurt you did I?” You smiled softly and nodded, “Yes, Jay. I'm perfect. You were amazing,” you reassured him with a blush.

He picked you up and sat you on the edge of the counter and got a washcloth from a basket, wetting it under the sink. He wiped the sweat and cum off your body and gave a kiss to each spot after it was clean. He helped dress you and by the time he was carrying you making his way to your room in the manor it was late. He opened your door and locked it behind him, leading you both to your attached bathroom. He undressed you again and turned on the shower. He lightly coaxed you in, seeing as you were so drowsy from all the night’s activities. He undressed himself and got in, lathering your body wash on a loofah and cleaning you. He wanted to make sure his baby was clean and cozy and content. When he was done washing you, he washed himself and enjoyed smelling like you a little too much. He carried you out of the shower and dried you off, clothing you in jammies and then put on some clothes you had stolen from him a while back.

He held you in his arms and you two cuddled each other all night long. You were his now and he couldn't be happier.

[yuna542]

Connected (OT8 x reader)

Part 23<-

Part 24

Pairing: (Channie at the beginning) Hyunjin & Lee Know x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Under 18 DNI! Suggestive Themes, Swearing, Threesome, Blackmailing, Petnames, explicit sexual content, deepthroating, oral (f + m receiving), public sex

Word Count: 9.2k

Note: Guess who‘s back for now. My life changed a lot during the last months and sadly I don’t have that much tine for writing anymore, even though I really want to. But somehow I managed to write another Part! Thank you to everyone who‘s still reading this story. Lmk what you think in the comments. Stay tuned 💛

On your first day of your new job as the personal manager of Stray Kids, you didn't expect to be standing in front of the man you made out with last night in a club. But it soon becomes clear that the Stray Kids don't just want you as their manager.

Will this passionate arrangement end your career?

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When you woke up on the black couch in the backstage area, you firstly stretched to drive the tiredness from your limbs with an audible groan.

"Welcome back," you heard Changbin say and only then did you realize that your head had been resting on his lap. He stroked your hair out of your face with a smile as you pulled the blanket, which smelled familiar like home, towards you.

"How long have I been asleep?" you asked, trying to clear your head again. But tiredness kept pulling you back into a stupor, so you cuddled back into his lap.

Changbin leaned back and suddenly you saw the whole staff already walking around in the backstage. Stylists, stage technicians and make-up artists. They were all scurrying around Jeongin, Hyunjin and Felix who were were made up. Seungmin was being wired up and Han was discussing something with the sound technician.

"You were gone for almost three hours."

Stunned, you straightened up. The blanket, which you now recognized as Chan's hoodie, fell off your shoulders.

"Where's Chan?" you asked directly.

After rehearsals, you had laid down on the couch together and fallen asleep in a tight embrace. Every member of staff who had passed by had seen you bury your face against his chest and him wrapping his arms tightly around your body. Finally, Felix had carefully woken Chan up because he had to start putting on his outfit. Completely baffled, you stared at your cell phone, which showed that the concert was only 30 minutes away.

"You needed the sleep. We didn't want to wake you up," Changbin said and winked at you.

Chan finally came back into the room. He was wearing his stage outfit and it looked incredibly good. The white top was cut out at the side so that you could see his toned stomach. When he saw that you were awake, he smiled and waved as he was already being shooed towards the mirrors.

When you saw who started doing his hair there, you bit your tongue hard. Mina talked to him animatedly, taking more time than necessary as she applied hairspray to his hair, but Chan seemed distant. He replied in monosyllables, his smile polite but professional. It was strange and you couldn't stop looking in his direction as you worked through your messages on your iPad.

Finally, you rolled your eyes as she leaned forward emphatically so Chan could barely see anywhere else but the exaggerated neckline of her dress. She clung to him like a far too pink piece of chewing gum and although Chan had made it clear to you last night that he only wanted you, it stung your chest. When Chan saw your look in the mirror, he cleared his throat and held the blonde's wrist as she tried to apply a pinkish color to his lips.

"I think Lee Know and Han need your help"

Confused, she looked to the other side of the room where Jisung almost poked his eye out with the kayal as Lino kept shoving him and laughing at him.

"But I'm not finished with your..."

"That's all right. Y/N can finish it. Right?" he asked over his shoulder and when your eyes met, you realized how uncomfortable Chan was. You nodded quickly and stood up to go to him. Mina's face turned as red as a tomato as she stared at you and as she looked at Chan and the smile he gave you, she put her make-up down on the table in front of the mirror.

"Sure. I can do it."

Chan's eyes lit up at the sound of your voice and when Mina nodded and mumbled a meek "Alright...", you had to suppress a triumphant grin.

While she was still putting her things away, you picked up the brush and leaned over to Chan to pick up where Mina had left off. But Chan put a hand on your hip and, to your surprise, pulled you onto his lap in front of Mina, leaving you staring at him wide-eyed.

"It's more comfortable this way," he dismissed, his hands firmly on your hips as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Mina's nostrils quivered and she looked like she was going to burst into tears at any moment.

Chan had made it abundantly clear what he wanted, without saying a word. She hurried away and when she was out of earshot, you whispered:

"What are you doing? Everyone can see us!"

Chan leaned back, circled his thumbs over your thighs and closed his eyes, relaxed.

"So what? The staff know we're good friends.“

Stunned, you grinned and began to spread the colour on his lips.

"Friends...", you murmured with a cheeky smile.

In fact, most of the staff were unimpressed. Only some of them gave you furtive glances, but they were so busy that hardly anyone looked at you for more than a few seconds. While you concentrated on his make-up, Chan enjoyed your body against his and slipped his thumbs under the skirt of your dress. You gave him a warning glance, but he didn't seem to care in the slightest that there were other strangers in the room.

Although you were still sore in all the right places from last night, you were automatically filled with desire when you felt his strong hands firmly on your bare skin. Chan also became more restless, trying to get a little more under your dress, pinching your thighs and looking at you hungrily, as if he wanted to eat you up at any moment.

"I want you..."

"What?" you asked, unable to believe how brazen Chan was. He had thrown all caution overboard.

"I want to fuck you. Now..." he whispered in your ear and his lips brushed against your neck. Panting, you looked around, but no one in the room was paying any attention to you.

"Channie..." you hissed, barely able to push him away as he began to kiss your neck. Your hands tightened around the powder and brush in your hands. His hands traveled up your sides until they brushed your breasts.

"Channie... We're not alone."

"I don't care. I want everyone to know. They can't tell anyone else anyway."

That was true. All the staff had signed a NDA that protected the idols' privacy. They were not allowed to talk about anything that happened backstage or what they saw. It was to protect the idols and make them feel comfortable and relaxed, even if there were staff scurrying around. Overwhelmed, you tried to control your breathing and the heat in your veins as Chan continued to lavish feather-light kisses on your neck. He was wild, demanding and it took your breath away.

"You have to go on stage in a minute," you whispered, barely able to pay attention to whether anyone was watching you.

"It won't take long... Let's get out of here quickly..."

You really wanted to say yes, but reason made you hesitate. And with one look into his blazing eyes, your resistance collapsed. He also looked outrageously handsome in his stage outfit, in your defence.

But then the door suddenly opened and Felix jumped up from the couch as a group of people came into the room.

Panicked, you jumped off Chan's lap as his and Felix's family suddenly stood in the middle of the room. Hannah immediately grinned as she saw you trying to straighten your dress. Felix, meanwhile, was hugging his parents and sister, while Chan strolled casually to his parents and then hugged them too.

You grabbed your neck uneasily and it felt like his parents could only guess what you had done with a glance. But when you finally bowed, Chan's mother grabbed your arms instead and pulled you into a tight hug.

"It's so good to see you again, darling. You left so early this morning," she said and you hesitantly returned the hug.

"Yes, we had a lot to do," you smiled nervously and Mr Bang gave you a curt nod.

You chatted for a while and Chan put his hand on your lower back, which no one seemed to question. It was nice to see his family and Felix's parents were just as friendly as their son was.

Chan accompanied his parents to the staff who took them to their seats and Felix took advantage of this to take your hand and introduce you to his family.

But you didn't have much time left and shortly afterwards the Lee family were also taken to their seats.

Felix squeezed your hands and looked excited and yet the Aussies seemed more stressed today than ever before.

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It was only two days later when you sank to the floor, panting, and looked up questioningly at Lee Know and Hyunjin. Hyunjin looked at the screen of his cell phone, Minho next to him, and they both watched what felt like the hundredth video you had shot today. Hours ago, you had already begun to regret accepting Hyunjin's offer to help you with your first dance cover. You finally had the time and energy to pursue your own passion and the dance leader and main dancer of Stray Kids immediately offered to help.

You started to work out a choreography together and recorded it directly on video in the dance studio.

However, the boys were perfectionists and worked in the professional manner in which they produced their own videos. Finally, after several attempts and recordings, after tons of sweat and pain, Hyunjin finally nodded and Lino also smiled with satisfaction while the last recording was playing on his cell phone.

"It turned out perfectly," said Hyunjin.

"The performance turned out hot and strong. That suits you well. You’re moving so smooth…“

You smiled with relief and drank the last of your water bottle. While your legs trembled with exertion, the dancers looked like they were on their way to a photo shoot for a sports magazine. Hyunjin's tank top was washed out, revealing sections of his well-trained upper body. Lee Know wore a black shirt that was so tight around his chest and upper arms that you could see every contraction of his muscles. Glancing at the clock, you sighed loudly. You had arrived at the gym at 12 noon and now it was 9pm. A normal day for the idols, but not at all for you. But it had been fun. Despite everything, they had been gentler and more affectionate with you than you were used to from them during practice.

"I love seeing you dance," Lino said, while focused on the recording, moving slightly to the music and it sounded sincere. Your heart skipped a beat and you smiled. Such a compliment from one of the best dancers in the industry was amazing.

"So that's why you put me in this dance studio all day?" you asked with amusement.

"I can barely feel my legs," you sighed and tried to push yourself off the floor and stand up again.

Before you could really stand upright, you suddenly felt Lino's strong arms wrapped around your stomach and you lifted off the ground. Giggling, you let yourself be carried to the couch where he let himself fall backwards so that you landed between his legs.

"You did a really great job... you really have idol potential," he said and began to massage your tense shoulders behind you. You immediately gasped out loud and leaned against his touch. He was damn skillful with his hands and a fire immediately ignited where he touched your bare skin.

"No, I'm nowhere near that far... You do this every day and I can't move after just a few hours..." you laughed softly and a whimper escaped you as he worked on a tense muscle.

This made Hyunjin look up and put the cell phone back down on the tripod. With a grin, he joined you and sat down on the floor between your legs, where he cupped your trembling thigh with his hands. You inhaled a rattling breath. Lee Know's hands massaging your back, his body heat right next to yours and now Hyunjin starting to massage your aching legs.

"You're already better than any of us at this social media thing... Your Insta account is growing every day," Hyunjin agreed, focusing on your trembling muscles.

"Well it's actually fun... I've even had a few requests... Ouch!" you gasped when Hyunjin caught a sensitive spot.

"That's normal. It'll get better soon. We'll take care of it..." he said, and the way he smiled at you made your heart skip a beat. Hyunjin's long fingers worked over every millimeter of your bare legs and you could hardly think straight.

"I like the shorts on you... Everyone will go crazy for you when they see the video," Hyunjin said and you let out a gasp as Lino pushed the straps of your sports bra off your shoulders to get better access to your back. His fingers worked wonders and apart from the muscle tension they released, heat began to ripple through your body and a familiar throbbing sensation was felt between your legs.

Lino growled softly and his fingers worked their way to your ribs.

"You're going to get tons of thirsty messages... I'm already finding it hard to hold back watching you... And that outfit..."

You sucked in a sharp breath as his hands traveled down your sides and squeezed your hips. You were only wearing a normal sports bra and black shorts. Something loose and you liked the way the shorts showed off your long legs. But what you liked even more were the looks from the boys who had been glancing at you intently all day. Even though they tried to hide it, to be respectful and not intrusive, you couldn't help but notice Hyunjin's intense stares, as well as Lee Know's suggestive comments and smirks when he gave you a hand, touched your hips or stroked your butt. But it didn't feel intrusive at all when they looked at you like that. Quite the opposite. They also looked at you like that when you were sweaty, without make-up or wearing oversized hoodies and sweatpants. You still didn't know why or what they saw in you, but it felt good to be desired.

Hyunjin kneaded your calves and the further he worked his way forward, the more restless you became.

But you closed your eyes and tried to relax and endure the intense touch of the two most attractive men you had ever met without paying any attention to the heat between your legs.

"Is that ok?" Hyunjin asked softly and when you opened your eyes and looked into his chocolate eyes, you were speechless. Part of his black hair was tied back at the back of his head, while the rest framed his face. His head between your legs, his hands firmly on your thighs, made you nod breathlessly. He was breathtakingly beautiful.

"What? I can't hear you kitten!" whispered Lee Know, his hot breath brushing your neck.

"Yes! Yes that's good... Feels good."

Satisfied, he grinned and before you could realize it, you felt his lips against your shoulder. He began to spread feather-light kisses over your heated skin and you feared you would faint when you saw Hyunjin looking at your body like that. Greedily, as if he had to restrain himself from pulling you towards him immediately.

"Lino..." you breathlessly escaped as he moved a hand to your throat and you automatically tilted your head back to give him more room. He sucked on every sensitive spot, sinking his teeth into your neck until you fell against his chest and your eyelids fluttered with arousal.

Hyunjin's fingers kept moving upwards until they were working your legs just a hand's width from your now wet core.

You were so turned on that you could hardly think straight.

Another whimper escaped you as the two exchanged a meaningful look, full of hunger, and Lino began to knead your breasts through the thin fabric of your bra. "Lino... Please..." you barely managed to utter, your head already in the clouds and you couldn't believe how much your body was responding to them.

Lee Know's big hands squeezed your breasts and you could feel his grin against your neck as he elicited more and more of those desperate noises.

"We're just taking care of you... It's all good. That's what good dance teachers do," Hyunjin murmured, lightly pinching your inner thigh, eliciting a sensual sound very similar to a moan. You gasped loudly as Lee Know gripped the flesh of your breasts tightly, while you were trying to squeeze your legs together so Hyunjin wouldn't notice how wet you already were.

Your panties and shorts were probably already soaked but he reacted faster, grabbing your knees and holding them further apart.

"You don't have to hide from me, princess," he cooed and his hands were right back at your core, massaging just a little next to where you wanted to feel him. Your mind tried to remind you where you were and what you were doing here.

"We're at work... If anyone comes in," you tried, sighing between them as Lee Know kissed your jawline.

"There's no one here this late except us... and even if there was..." he muttered and gave Hyunjin a meaningful grin, which he returned.

You tried to straighten up a bit, ignoring the large hands all over your body, and felt Lino's long, hard length pressed against your back.

"You want to get caught, don't you? Is that why you wanted to help? Did you plan this?" you asked, your voice thin and breathless.

Hyunjin smirked, pressed a kiss to your inner thigh and looked up at you innocently.

"We just wanted to help you... You're just too much of a temptation..."

Lee Know's hand moved to your hip and he rubbed his center lightly against yours so that all you could think about was his massive dick pressed against your ass.

"You've been paying a lot more attention to Chan and the younger ones lately.... We want some time with you too, angel."

Lino nodded and brushed his soft lips up your neck. You could only watch, overwhelmed, and felt Lee Know slip his hand under your sports bra.

For a moment, a clear thought made it through the fog of desire and you pushed Hyunjin quite a bit away from you. With his head between your legs, his lips on your skin, you couldn't form a clear sentence.

He looked at you questioningly.

"Is that the only reason you wanted to make the video today?" you asked, looking at him scrutinizingly. His mouth opened, a damned seductive red appeared on his cheeks and he didn't even have to try to lie.

You could already read the answer in his uncertain smile.

"Jinnie... You planned this with Lee Know?"

He cleared his throat while Minho just snorted.

"No way. I didn't know anything about it."

Hyunjin stroked both hands up your thighs, and his apologetic smirk immediately wrapped you around his finger. Still, you tried to look serious. He could do whatever he wanted with that face, those hands. He could have called you an object and even with the full knowledge that he would throw you away like garbage when he had what he wanted, you would give him all he wanted and more and still thank him afterwards.

But your pride made you hide your thoughts.

"I wanted to help you, really! But you don't know what you're doing to me. When you dance... I can't think straight," he murmured, his voice raspy as he looked at your body.

It wasn't fair what power he had over you.

"Our little Jinnie is pretty desperate, huh?" Minho asked with amusement as he rested his chin on your shoulder and listened.

"Are you mad?" Hyunjin asked, looking so worried that you had to put on a serious face with all your might. His hair framed his face and you could hardly think of a word other than artwork to describe it.

You looked down at him, put your foot on his shoulder and pushed him away from you. If you didn't get an Oscar for that performance, you didn't know what real acting was.

"So you're just using me... Maybe as punishment I should just let you watch while Minho and I have fun."

The panic that entered his eyes was surprisingly refreshing.

Immediately, he inhaled in panic.

"- Please, please angel... I swear, I'm so sorry... Please, I need you..." he begged, still on his knees, your lips trembling with excitement. You could hardly hide how hot you thought Hyunjin was. Begging, desperate for your body.

The man who was so beautiful that he could lure any woman or man into his bed was begging for your attention. Minho watched the whole thing with a wry grin.

He loved your submissive nature, but this was interesting too.

"Just apologizing to get in my pants, as usual. If you're good..."

You took your foot off his chest and he immediately slid back between your legs, kissing your inner thighs, caressing them and you let out a soft sigh as the arousal threatened to suffocate you. By now you knew how much he loved your thighs and legs. He was crazy about it. His thoughts were constantly revolving around how you sqished him with your thighs, he won't mind. Heck, he wants you to do that so bad.

He's always poking them or patting them. He loves when you wear thigh high socks so he can see the material squeeze against your skin. He likes to nip and suck bruises on them, almost as if marking you as his. He can't help slapping them or holding on tight all the time.

"If you don't want to, we'll stop right now..." Lino whispered in your ear and his warm fingers dug roughly into your bare chest, causing you to shake your head in panic. Hyunjin suddenly touched your cunt with his fingers and you almost moaned out loud, but he looked at you questioningly, only then did you realize that they were waiting for an answer from you. They wanted reassurance that this was what you really wanted.

"Don't stop! Please...", you said and they both exchanged a satisfied look. Then Lino unclasped your bra and it fell carelessly to the floor.

Your gaze briefly fell on your reflection in the mirror, you half-naked between Lee Know's strong thighs, Hyunjin between your legs. You thought you were dreaming. There was no other explanation. Then your eyes met Lino's in the mirror and the lust in his eyes made you tremble. Hyunjin, on the other hand, began to massage your clit through the fabric with two fingers and a moan escaped you immediately, causing Lino to freeze behind you.

The faster Hyunjin's fingers went, the more you lost touch with reality.

"She's so wet, hyung... Even through the shorts..." Hyunjin said, and you wanted to tear the last bit of fabric from your body so that he could finally stuff you with his long fingers.

"Fuck... You're crazy..." you gasped, rolling your hips willingly against Hyunjin's hand.

"Let me take these off," he mumbled and Lino immediately helped him by lifting you up by your hips. He pulled your shorts and red panties right off and threw them to the side. You immediately got goose bumps. You could see your reflection in the mirror. Completely naked, between the two clothed men, exposed and defenceless. Nevertheless, you felt at ease and when Hyunjin looked at you as if he had found a new painting in an exhibition that inspired him, your heart almost jumped out of your chest. You would never get used to them looking at you like that. "cmon princess," he says, looking at you from below, eyes sparkling with the delight of seeing you in such a position - breasts bared, eyes blurry, mind dizzy, eyes avoiding to meet with his dark ones that gave you weakness on the knees because of how beautiful he's looking at you right now.

Hyunjin's fingers were between your legs again as you watched him, running through your folds and collecting the wetness. Lino watched, kissing your neck and holding your breasts as if he never wanted to let them go.

"Oh God!"

You gasped as Hyunjin's tongue suddenly pressed against your clit.

"He's not going to help you now," Lee Know whispered in your ear and a wicked grin spread across his face. He could feel every twitch and excitement of your body. The sight of his younger member engrossed between your legs aroused him like he had never imagined. Chan had often talked about how he liked the idea of sharing you between them, but he hadn't expected to like it that much himself. Your eyes rolled back and while Hyunjin started to eat you out, as if he was about to starve to death, Lee Know put a hand on your neck and slowly squeezed, tearing you away from reality. Then you heard him say:

"Look at him... Barely responsive, addicted to your pussy. You know, Jinnie's been talking for days about how much he'd love to choke between your legs."

You instantly felt hot and when Hyunjin raised his eyes and gave Minho a warning look, your arousal shone on his plush lips.

"Hyung!" he warned and it was obvious that Minho was having a lot of fun spilling his dirty secrets.

"Really?" you asked, a little surprised.

So they were talking about you and the sex with you after all. That made your cheeks glow and you immediately wanted to know more about the secret fantasies they seemed to have about you, but you didn't dare.

Minho kissed your neck, running his hands over your stomach and smirked as he looked at Hyunjin.

"Yeah... He gets off with the thought of you sitting on his face."

"Hyung, what the hell!"

Hyunjin's face got more red every second, just like yours, and he looked caught, but you just looked at him curiously.

"Is that true?" you asked cautiously and he gripped your thigh a little tighter.

"I was thinking about it, yes..."

From the way he bit his lip, looked at you furtively and the way Minho giggled, you knew he wasn't just thinking about it.

Without further ado, you stood up and were watched by both of them as you pushed Hyunjin by the shoulder onto the floor. The idea of his face between your thighs gave you a pleasant shiver.

He let you push him onto his back until you were kneeling over him. He watched in disbelief as you placed your knees to the right and left of his head, your cunt right in front of his face and he thought he had landed in heaven.

"Are you sure?" you asked, but he just chuckled, kissing your inner thighs, looking at your face still in a way that could make you cum without even fucking his mouth. You didn’t want to hurt him because you knew how much you wanted to do it - how much you would break and use his mouth without thinking about anything else.

"You'd better thank me, Jinnie..." said Lino, who was sitting on the couch and watching everything closely.

There was now a tent in his sweatpants and he kept running his hand over it as he watched you.

"Is that okay?" you asked as you looked down at him. He looked beautiful, gazing up at you with his chocolate eyes. He could hardly get enough of the sight of you.

"Please yes!"

He grabbed your thighs and pulled you down onto his face. Even as you tried to brace yourself a little so as not to weigh him down, he pushed you down harder until your entire weight was resting on him.

As his tongue greedily licked right through your folds, you let out a pornographic moan that made Minho clench his teeth. Hyunjin began to eat you out and seemed even greedier than before. Your whole body tingled as Hyunjin continued to penetrate your hole with his tongue. You wouldn't last long, that was obvious.

His hands dug into the flesh of your thighs and pressed you vehemently against his face.

The knot in your stomach was about to burst and as he sucked on your clit, you reached into his hair to grind your pussy against his face. As your body took on a life of its own and as you rolled your hips against his face, Minho let out a gasp from the couch.

"Fuck... Better than any porn..."

Hyunjin immediately let out a deep grumble and began to palm his rock-hard cock through his sweatpants.

Being watched by Lino was a whole new experience but you liked it. It made your blood boil and Hyunjin was sure, he would loose his mind soon. Your smell, the taste on his tongue, the way your body felt under his fingers and the desperate noises that echoed in the dance studio were beguiling for him. Your hands on his hair to pull and hold to stay still as you beg for more - close to the edge yet your face is full of heat.

"Fuck... fuck... Jinnie please I can't..." you blubbered incoherently and as your head fell back and you squinted, you suddenly felt a hand on your neck squeezing hard, turning your head so that you had to look up at Minho, who had gotten up and was now standing next to you, his pants pulled down and his cock heavy in his hand. He palmed himself and his eyes burned with lust.

"Don't you dare close your eyes! Don't look at him. Look at me, kitten! I want to see you come on Jinnie's face, do you understand?"

Breathless and with trembling eyelids, you nodded. The eye contact with Minho was intense and made you climax even faster. It was as if he could see everything. Your deepest secrets and you pulled on Hyunjin's hair as he licked deeper and deeper into your core.

"Min... I... I can't take it anymore..." you whimpered, hearing only the wet sounds of Hyunjin hitting the perfect spot with his tongue every time, feeling his fingernails in your thighs and your whole body seemed about to explode as you rode his face.

Minho tilted his head a little, looked at you closely and you could clearly see how horny he was. His tip was red, his hand was constantly sliding up and down his shaft.

"It's all right. You can come. Cream his face, kitten."

With those words, the knot in your stomach snapped and the orgasm exploded all the way to your fingertips. You moaned a mixture of the two dancers' names and Hyunjin gasped as you came all over his face. He continued to suck on your clit until you saw stars and your high was savored to the extreme. Only then did Minho let go of your neck. With rattling breaths, you tried to calm yourself down, barely able to form a word.

But Hyunjin did not stop. He immediately penetrated you again with his tongue. As if addicted and without control, he pressed you further against his face, playing with your overstimulated pussy until you whimpered and grinded against his face again. It felt too good to stop, even though your legs were already shaking.

"Open up for me, kitten!"

Everything was a blur and when you felt Minho's tip on your lip, you didn't hesitate and opened your mouth immediately. He slid his entire length into your mouth and your pink lips wrapped around his shaft, making him curse.

"So pretty... So good for us. Our little whore. Suck my dick slut!", he gasped, caught up in the frenzy of arousal and passion. You immediately started to move your head and took him so deep that he bumped into your throat and you gagged.

Then he grabbed your hair and began to thrust into your mouth incessantly while Hyunjin continued to work your pussy. You didn't know where you were anymore and your body was burning like fire, but you never wanted to feel anything else again.

Minho kept cursing as he ruthlessly abused your face and fucked your throat, and Hyunjin didn't stop until the tears ran down your cheeks and you clung to Minho's legs, overwhelmed. The sounds they tickled out of you were unholy, sinful, beautiful.

But both of them also felt the next orgasm before you realized it. Hyunjin's nose bumped against your clit and just as your body tensed, Minho pulled you off his dick and held your head by the hair so you could look him straight in the eye again. Thighs trembled around his head as he pulled another cry from you with his greedy tongue. The sight was enough to make you cum hard on his tongue, squirting all over his face.

Hyunjin licked up everything he could. He tried to catch every last drop of your sweet release, but some managed to drip down his chin and cheeks as he swallowed what fell into his mouth. He gave your pussy a few gentle licks before he let you go.

"Holy shit..." was the only thing you could say as you sank to the floor next to Hyunjin.

"Was that good, Princess?" asked Hyunjin, wiping his face clean with his tank top. You just nodded, looking at him stunned, and grabbed his face to pull him towards you, pressing your lips to his chaotically. You could still taste yourself on him and he immediately pulled you closer by the hips to return the kiss stormily.

"I'm getting impatient..." Minho said and knelt down next to you while you two made out like teenagers in heat. With wide eyes, you looked at him and then at his massive length in his hand. Your body reacted immediately and your pussy pulsated excitedly.

He leaned towards you, grabbed your face, kissed you, slipped his tongue into your mouth and grabbed your ass, which he kneaded hard before his other hand moved between your legs and penetrated you with a finger up to his knuckles. You moaned into his mouth and your tongues played rough with each other. Hyunjin grabbed your breasts, twirling your nipple between his fingers and sucking on your neck as he grinded his hard length against your ass. being squeezed between the two of them, in the middle of the dance studio, was overwhelming. You moaned Minho's name softly as he curled his finger inside you.

"I need this pussy wrapped so tight around my cock-" He groaned thinking of the sensation of your dripping cunt, milking his cock. When Minho briefly detached himself from you and pressed his forehead against yours, he said:

"Turn around!. Now!"

Your heart immediately started beating louder and you turned around to look Hyunjin in the eye again. Then Minho impatiently pushed you onto all fours and you could already feel his tip at your entrance.

Hyunjin knelt in front of you and pulled down his pants to massage his dick. He could barely stand it. He was so hard it hurt and there was already a wet spot on his pants from his precum.

Minho looked at you intensely, your ass in the air and he was sure he would never get enough. He loved your soft curves, spanked you a few times, which made you whimper loudly. He loved making your ass perk up as he railed you. He spanked you a few times until your ass was red then gently rubbed it to soothe you.

You only became painfully aware of how impatient he really was when he thrusted into you from behind without warning. The ticked-off scream that escaped you died in your throat as he grabbed your hips with both hands and, after pulling out, thrusted hard again so that the slapping of skin on skin echoed through the studio. You starred as he began to take you hard from behind and the whimpers and moans only spurred him on. Hyunjin grumbled, overwhelmed. The sight was unbelievable. You desperate, your body between them, completely defenceless and Lino watched as he sank faster and faster deep inside you. "f-fuck, Lino. your dick feels so good inside of me," you managed to speak, despite your stuttering from his hard thrusts. "yeah? you like that?" He responded to you before grabbing a fist full of your hair and tugging on it, causing your neck to snap back a little as he continued to fuck you, making you look directly at Hyunjin.

"Look at him! Show him how good I fuck you."

"Fuck... too big... Lino," you bubbled in between as he threatened to tear you apart. Meanwhile, Hyunjin fucked his hand and knelt right in front of you.

"Come on, be good and help Jinnie a little," Lee Know growled, gripping your hair tighter and pushing your head towards Hyunjin's throbbing dick. You immediately opened your mouth so he could slide between your lips and the moans Hyunjin let out were mesmerizing. With each thrust, he pushed you harder onto his dick until he was thrusting deep into your throat with every movement from Minho. You squinted your eyes as tears ran down your cheeks and Hyunjin's gasps and moans were accompanied by the naughty sounds of your wet pussy being abused by Lee Know as he sank harder into you with each hip thrust and your entire body seemed to burn. "Such a naughty little slut. Letting us fuck your holes at work..." Hyunjin gasped, rolling his hips against your face and enjoying the gurgling sound. One hand landed in your hair where he guided your head along his shaft. Lee Know gripped your ass so tightly that his fingerprints would be visible for days.

"You love it that rough, don't you? Getting fucked until you cry," Lino growled, and your body went wild, tensed with arousal as he hit just the right spots with his massive dick deep inside you. Hyunjin couldn't stop staring at your reflection in the mirror, where he saw everything clearly. How Lino fucked into your sore pussy, how you took his own dick deep until it hit your throat and how your breasts jiggled with every thrust. "Fuck you are our little slut. Letting us use your body..."

Your mouth around his dick, the desperate sounds and the sight of Lee Know thrusting into you without mercy did the rest for Hyunjin and you could feel how much the sight turned him on. Your butt cheeks slamming against Lino's thighs, balls hitting your clit from behind and his hands tangled in your hair as he came with a loud gasp and spurted his load into your mouth, trying to burn the sight into his memory forever. You greedily swallowed it all and sucked on his tip until nothing came out. He pulled his dick out of your mouth and pulled up his sweatpants, panting. Overwhelmed, he stroked your cheek with his thumb. There was sweat glistening on his face and through the mirror you saw that there was also sweat on Lino's forehead. They hadn't even been this exhausted when dancing.

Minho's thrusts were starting to become sloppy, indicating that he was coming close to his high. you could feel his cock start to pulsate inside of you as your walls tightened around him even more. "Lino, I'm so close. oh my god, don't stop. Your dick is so big. Fuck me harder.", it escaped you and those words were already enough to make Lino cum right then and there. he'd bruise your ass with slaps and squeezes, marking your waist as he tugs you to meet his ruthless thrusts. you loved when they would use you for their own pleasure. Abusing your pussy like their own personal fuck toy. Just the thought made you pussy clench harder around his dick.

"Is that all?" you moaned provocatively as you felt how much he enjoyed dominating you and how close he was to cumming. Lino just laughed throatily and Hyunjin grinned, knowing that you were conjuring up a demon. "Keep being a brat, I'll fuck you senseless." He growled back, annoyed with your teasing behavior and giving a harsh slap to your ass. But that's exactly what you wanted. He fucked you even harder and cupped your neck from behind with his big hand. Without hesitation, he pressed your face to the floor so that he had complete control over your body. You feared losing consciousness as he thrust into you so deep and hard that you could feel him in every bone.

With a few final deep thrusts, his dick pulsed violently and you came so hard without warning that your pussy almost crushed him. With a gasp, he came inside you and sank into you a few more times, savoring your high until the very last second. Only then did he let go of your neck and pulled you up against him, breathing heavily. You knelt together on the floor and he struggled to breathe as he buried his face against your neck, his arms wrapped tightly around your stomach. Hyunjin brushed your hair out of your face and when your eyes met, you smiled warmly. "Thank you," he said and lifted your chin with one finger before his plush lips lingered on yours and he kissed you intensely. Satisfied and your body flooded with warmth, you buried your hands in his hair and returned the sensual kiss. Lino pressed a kiss to your shoulders and when you regained your senses a few minutes later and got dressed again, Lino hugged you tightly from behind while Hyunjin packed up his cell phone and your things.

"Babe?" he murmured and you snuggled into his arms.

"What is it?" you asked, turning around in his embrace so you could look at him. His eyes glittered with energy and his hazel hair fell down his forehead. "Are you all right? Did I hurt you?" he asked softly and his concern touched you deeply. You quickly wrapped your arms around his neck. "I'm fine." He scrutinized you to make sure you were telling the truth, which made you smile. "Really!" you assured him. Not like all the other girls in his life so far, you didn't annoy him, let him come back to you instead, and he loved the feeling of chasing you, of always needing to prove that he was the only one to fuck you like that. He wanted, no needed to prove himself to you. Over and over again. He had no idea what that feeling was but he liked it. As well as he liked the way you looked at him. With so much adoration. Sharing you with his members made him even more happy, than he ever could have expected.

Lino was so much more sensitive and loving than he could admit to himself. You loved this side of him and it made you feel safe. Finally, he seemed to believe you and nodded.

"Alright, let's go home and I'll cook something delicious."

Pleased, Hyunjin came over to you. "That sounds like a good plan! Let's go then."

Lee Know gave you his sweater, which you gratefully pulled over your sports bra. When you had finished tidying up and switched off the light, you breathed a sigh of relief. It always felt good to be able to go home together.

You snuggled into Lee Know's sweater, smelling the collar and rolling your eyes when Hyunjin caught you doing it and raised his eyebrows. Lee Know kept glancing at you and couldn't stop grinning mischievously, and Hyunjin smirked quietly to himself as well.

What you did was indecent, beyond all the rules. Naughty and definitely unacceptable. And that's exactly what got your adrenaline pumping. It was the first time since Australia that you were with two of the members at the same time and you liked it. "Imagine someone had come in."

Lee Know said at the door and Hyunjin snorted. That seemed to be a fantasy of his and you playfully elbowed him in the side. "Then I'd be fired"

"You can still become an idol." he dismissed it and Hyunjin laughed. "Or influencer."

Just as you were about to say something back, Il-Deung came around the corner. You hadn't expected him so late. All three of you fell silent and you could see the boys' expressions change. They stared at him, transfixed. He was on his way straight to the dance studio you had been to. If only he had arrived a few minutes earlier...

"Good, you're still here!" he said, clutching the iPad in his hands.

"What's going on? I was just about to get off work," you asked and you could literally feel Lee Know rolling his eyes and Hyunjin looking disgusted.

"I have something important to discuss with you! If you have a few more minutes... You look very exhausted, what were you doing in the studio so late?" he asked, once again being too curious.

"Working out..." Hyunjin replied quickly and Lee Know couldn't help but grin. The smell of sex clung to you and it was obvious how annoyed Il-Deung was to catch you together again.

"So?" he asked emphatically.

"You can tell me quickly now, can't you?" you asked, but he just shook his head.

"I need to talk to you in private!"

Hyunjin frowned in surprise, but before either of them could say anything to make the situation even stranger, you said:

"It's okay! Go ahead, I'll catch up with you. I have to get something from my office anyway."

They both agreed and you pushed past Il-Deung, who followed you. You left the door open while you gathered your Ipad, the notepad with the numbers of the organizers of the next fan meeting and a few of the files with the stage designs. Meanwhile, Il-Deung stood in the doorway a little puzzled, obviously a little offended that you didn't offer him a seat. But you had no interest in this taking any longer. Il-Deung was pushy, unpleasant and, in your opinion, had far too much power. When he made no move to speak, you looked up from your desk and tilted your head a little.

"So. What's up?" you asked, and a message lit up on your cell phone. As you read it, he began:

"It's about your relationship with the members and the media attention on it."

You suppressed a smile as you read the group chat where Lee Know announced that he was cooking his famous seafood pasta for everyone. Directly, Changbin asked what had caused him to be in such a good mood.

"I've already talked to Mrs. Chung about this. The attention and rumors are wanted by JYP."

"Yes... A certain amount of attention and rumors, as long as it doesn't go too far and become scandals."

You didn't take any of his words seriously, after all, you had one of the highest positions in JYP on your side with Mrs. Chung. But Il-Deung looked deadly serious, pushed his glasses up his nose and put his Ipad down in front of you, which made you look up from your phone, where Chan and Jeongin were trying to guess what had happened, which even made Lino send a star emoji.

"Listen! I don't know what kind of weird relationship you have with the members, but if it threatens the company, I can't just stand by and watch. Even if you're just the whore of them..."

You returned his piercing gaze in astonishment. His brow furrowed almost aggressively and his fingers dug into the table when you didn't seem to take him seriously. You were starting to get restless. Flabbergasted you asked:

"Excuse me?"

But his attitude had changed drastically. Somehow he was threatening now with a whole new self-confidence.

"Maybe you should be more careful to not upset anyone..."

He was threatening you without a flinch, and you couldn't believe the situation yet. Were you dreaming? It was ridiculous.

"What are you talking about?"

He switched on his Ipad and started clicking pictures and turning the screen towards you.

"Pictures like that don't leave much room for speculation..." he grumbled and you tried not to let on as he scrolled through the unimaginable amount of snaps that were secretly taken of you. A cold shiver ran through you and your mouth went dry. There was a picture from Australia. You, Felix, Han on the street. Laughing, Han's arm wrapped tightly around your waist and you and Felix holding hands. There were clear red marks on your neck and reddish marks on Han's neck too. Everyone who wasn’t blind knew that these were hickeys. The next pics showed you on the beach from above. You sandwiched between them in the water. Felix hands all over your tits, Han kissing you. The next picture was taken in one of the hallways of the JYP building, where Changbin had his arms tightly wrapped around your stomach, his hands on your but and you were laughing and talking to each other with shining eyes. Another picture backstage in Japan. You could only see silhouettes. It was blurry and too far away, but you knew without a doubt that Han was kissing you on the picture before the performance. The next one made you gasp in disbelief. It wasn't very clear either. You recognized a car door. A tarnished window. Behind it, you could dimly make out two people. You recognized your profile and Jeongin's. You were on his lap, he was kissing your neck and it was clear that you weren't just having a professional conversation about work, as you could see from your shoulders that you were both no longer wearing shirts. This had to have been done after the video shoot, when you fucked in the car.

"Where the hell are they from?", you exclaimed louder than intended. Satisfied to finally have your attention, Il-Deung leaned back in the chair in front of your desk. You jumped up and scrolled through the pictures in disbelief. Your hands were freezing cold and shaking more and more.

"Does it matter?" The calculating calmness in his voice made you angrier and angrier.

"Yes! Someone is stalking us and taking creepy fucking pictures..."

There was taken in Australia. It was very zoomed in and therefore a bit blurry but you could make out Chan's family home. Chan and you were standing on the terrace in front of the white front door and he was brushing a strand of hair out of your face. Even if you had been there yourself, it was surreal to see the pictures from a third perspective. In the next picture, he was kissing you, his hands firmly on your waist and you pressed tightly against his chest. In the next picture, his family was also at the door and a cab was on the street. Chan's mother had lovingly taken your hands in hers and was talking to you. Whoever had taken the photo had been somewhere on the other side of the road. Maybe in a car... You had always been careful, always made sure that no one saw you and yet you weren't careful enough. By now you felt so sick that you had to sit down. There were so many pictures in so many private situations. The fact that someone had been watching you the whole time was scary.

"You work for a Kpop band! Paparazzi photos are normal."

Slowly, you couldn't stay calm anymore. Pointing your finger at his stalking pictures, you blurted out: "Those aren't paparazzi pictures! Someone has been to places where normal people don't have access!"

The asshole actually smiled.

"So you admit that's you in the pictures?"

Your heart pounded in your ears and you fell silent. He had you right where he wanted you. When you didn't say anything else, he leaned forward and propped his elbows on the table.

"I'm not interested in what you're doing with the members or what weird relationship you have... I just want to warn you."

His tone became dangerously calm. He looked at you like a snake, ready to snap.

"Warn me about what?" you asked, hating that he was so intimidating.

"That this could get public... That's not the case yet, but if you continue to be so careless. Ignoring me... being rude. Who knows."

Gradually, you began to realize. You shook your head in disbelief.

"If my uncle who's in the management of JYP finds out about this... He's the old type. For him, scandals are the worst thing that can happen to a company. You know what scandals like that do to idols, don't you? Not only do you lose your job. The band gets broken up... not immediately, of course. First they are all sent on an indefinite hiatus... Then at some point the public is informed that there are no more Straykids because the members have decided to go their separate ways. They will never get a contract again and all the years of training, hard work and career is gone. In the blink of an eye."

Stunned, you could only stare at the Ipad. You had given him a lot of credit of being an idiot, but this? That was a little too high up on the James Bond villain scale.

"What do you want?" was the only open question in the room. Empty and with a snorting heart, you watched as he stood up and came around the table until he was standing in front of you. He bent down to you until his face hovered in front of yours.

"I'm just worried about you. I wish you would surround yourself with your own kind. With people who value you and don't take advantage of you..."

He twirled a strand of your hair between his fingers and you wanted to throw up, you felt so sick by now.

He just wanted to demonstrate his power. He'd had you followed, secretly photographed and now he was blackmailing you.

"I want nothing but your loyalty and maybe we'll even get along."

Frozen, you returned his gaze. His closeness was suffocating. You could smell his expensive perfume, but it burned like gasoline in your nose.

"Think about it," he smiled disgustingly, pushed the strand of hair behind your ear and stroked his fingers down your neck before pulling away, taking his iPad and finally disappearing. It was only when the door slammed shut that you audibly gasped and buried your face in your hands. Despair began to eat away at you. You couldn't tell anyone about this. Chan would freak out and put his career on the line without thinking. You couldn't risk that.

So you tried not to let on. Even as you ate, chatted and laughed together back at them dorm, your worries wouldn't leave you alone. Even though you were safe in the dorm, it wouldn't let you sleep the whole night.

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[driverlando]

🏎️ please do a fake dating of lando & reader, sort of slow burn as they realized they fell for each other ^__^

omg I loved this 🥹

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The plan had seemed simple enough. Pretend to date Lando Norris to throw off the media frenzy surrounding both of you. It was a mutually beneficial arrangement: he got a break from the relentless dating rumors, and you got a shield from a particularly nosy ex. Neither of you expected it to be more than a temporary fix.

At first, it was all casual touches and staged smiles. Holding hands at team events, exchanging playful banter for the cameras. But as the weeks turned into months, the line between fake and real began to blur. You found yourself looking forward to your time with Lando, laughing a little too hard at his jokes, and feeling a warmth in your chest when he smiled at you.

One evening, after a particularly grueling day at the track, you found yourselves alone in his hotel room, both too tired to keep up the charade. He handed you a drink, sitting down beside you on the couch. The silence was comfortable, filled with the unspoken understanding that had grown between you.

"You know," Lando said softly, breaking the silence, "this whole fake dating thing... it’s starting to feel a lot less fake."

You looked at him, heart skipping a beat. "Yeah, I know what you mean."

He turned to face you, his eyes searching yours. "What if... what if we didn’t have to pretend anymore?"

Your breath caught in your throat. "Lando, are you saying...?"

"I'm saying I think I've fallen for you," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "And I don't want this to be fake. Not anymore."

You felt a rush of emotions, relief and joy mingling with the realisation that you felt the same way. "I think I've fallen for you too," you confessed, a smile breaking across your face.

Lando's eyes lit up, and he closed the distance between you, pressing a gentle, genuine kiss to your lips. It was no longer for the cameras, no longer part of the act. It was real, and it was everything you hadn't realised you were waiting for.

As you pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, both of you breathing heavily. "So," he said with a grin, "how about we start this whole thing over? For real this time."

You laughed, nodding. "I'd like that, Lando. I'd like that a lot."

[thollandneedy]

Hey girl! I'm literally SO OBSESSED with your writing

Can you make a little oneshot where Y/n pranks Peter that she's pregnant, and he just freaks out? Ty <3

April’s Fool- Peter Parker

A/n: Omg my first request aft my comeback! 🥲🤍. Btw i already done this prank with my bf, and he almost died do i got inspo from that situation😂

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sex, fake pregnancy

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“Peter?” Y/n calls her boyfriend's name when she hears the door to her house open.

“Yes?” The boy answers from afar, and Y/n quickly gets up from the floor, arranging a positive pregnancy test and a pair of baby shoes on her bed, along with a letter congratulating the new dad.

For Peter and Y/n, the first day of April was a day when they planned increasingly absurd surprises, praying that they could pull off a prank on each other without the other finding out. This year, unlike every year since they were fourteen, Y/n had fallen for one of Peter's pranks, saying that she had failed the year because she had only gotten one bad grade. Parker, being the darling of the teachers and coordinators, managed to plan a fake riot in order to scare his girlfriend. After a crying fit and an intense existential crisis, Y/n decided to take revenge.

Her mother's best friend was a few months pregnant, and after finding some little shoes from when she was a baby lost in her parents' closet, Y/n decided to pull the best prank possible.

 Pretending to be pregnant

And as generic as it might seem to some people, for Peter it would be a nightmare on earth. Parker, because he lived with his aunt, had always tried not to give her a hard time and to give her everything she had once given him. A few months ago, he had been offered a change of position at Stark Enterprises, and his duties as Spider-Man were increasing, as were his responsibilities at school because he was in his final year. 

His focus was divided into two: studies and Spider-Man

In this world, monetary security was also a part, as it was a consequence of his studies. Of course, one day he would love to start a family, but that was a desire further down the line that, if realized now, could be detrimental to the life he had always hoped to have and provide for those he loved.

In addition to the hidden drama classes that Y/n took, she also decided to get her mother to act with her when Peter came to visit, as he did every day after his internship. Because he lived a few blocks from Y/n's apartment, his evening routine had a small part dedicated to his girlfriend. Parker took off his shoes, placing them next to a decorative plant that was positioned near the kitchen, where Y/n's mother was already ready to start the tense atmosphere. The woman stared at Peter with a closed face, while in her hands was a cup of chamomile tea, which spread its scent throughout the room. 

“Hello, Mrs. L/N” 

The woman continued to stare at him without reaction.

“I didn't know you liked tea. Y/n told me you hated it.” Parker gives a half-hearted smile, smoothing his brown hair with one of his free hands.  

“I don't like it, but today I needed to calm my nerves. Maybe you should too.” The woman in the colorful overalls says in response, getting up from the island stool positioned in the center of the kitchen and walking into the living room without exchanging another word with the newcomer.

Peter looked at her in confusion, but headed towards the end of the corridor that led to his girlfriend's bedroom. Before entering, she asked him again if he could open the door, to which he replied:

“Get in here pronto, Peter.” His girlfriend complained in a low tone, causing the young man to rush inside. 

The brunette closed the door behind him, keeping his brown eyes on his girlfriend, who was sitting on the end of the bed with her hands behind her and breathing irregularly. Peter approached slowly, feeling his heart beat faster every time he sensed his girlfriend's insecurity in her gaze. With trembling lips, the superhero asks:

“What happened?” Even though Peter already knew that something bad had happened, he still made a point of asking first, trying to soften the impact of a possible shocking revelation. 

Y/n takes a deep breath, concentrating on her Hollywood moment. The girl slowly moves away from the present she was hiding behind her, revealing what she had assembled on her bed. Peter feels the floor catching his feet, and the words escape his mouth like the air in his lungs. 

“ Dude.” Peter stares at his girlfriend, who cries silently. “Y/n for God's sake I'm going to have a heart attack.” 

Parker, with hurried steps, looks directly at the test, which was positive. He looked around for a red pen that could possibly have been used to tamper with the test result, but there was none. The hero's hands began to shake, and his mouth couldn't say a word except:

“Holy shit”

Y/n was holding back the pain he was feeling with all his might, for his thirst for revenge was greater.

“I don't know what to do.” Y/n decided to speak in a drunken voice.

“ Your- your mother she-she.” Peter points to the door, feeling his feet getting weaker and weaker, trying to ask Y/n if her mother knew about the pregnancy.

The girl just agrees, hugging her body and lowering her head.

“Oh my God, I'm literally going to shit myself” Peter sits down on the floor, running his fingers violently through his hair. “OH MY GOD”

“Peter! Stop freaking out. We need to do something” Y/n asks her boyfriend for support.

“We didn't do it without! I'm sure of it. I remember. My God, I didn't even know I could get someone pregnant with me- OH MY GOD HE'S GOING TO BE A MUTANT!" Peter shouts, getting up suddenly.

“Peter!” Y/n gets up together.

“HE'S GOING TO EAT YOUR ORGANS Y/N. HE'S GOING TO EXPLODE IN THERE.” 

“PETER PARKER!” Y/n catches her boyfriend's eye.

“My God, could it be that my cum is radioactive and the condom has melted?” Peter wonders for a second.

“What?” Y/n looks at him confused and teary-eyed.

“What if he's just like me? And he gets stuck in your womb and can't get out again? I only learned to stop getting things stuck in my hands after four months of being Spider-Man. IT GETS WORSE! WHAT IF HE'S NOT LIKE ME? Y/n, if you've fucked Marcus, I'll kill myself in front of you right here and now. I hate that guy.” Peter can't control the whirlwind of thoughts invading his head.

“Do you really think I'd cheat on you?” Y/n asks offended.

“No, fuck no! I don't think so, but... when did this happen? My God, I think I need to see a doctor. A DOCTOR! I CAN'T AFFORD THE BABY'S HEALTH INSURANCE”

His girlfriend just slams both arms into his legs, giving up talking and collapsing into heavy sobbing. 

The brunette takes a deep breath, feeling his body drenched in nervous sweat. The boy, trembling, crawls in front of his girlfriend, who is collapsed at the foot of the bed, looking for support from her boyfriend, who is on the verge of crying too. The hero touches his girlfriend's knees, caressing them briefly in an attempt to calm her down. Peter looked once more at the shoes and the positive pregnancy test, and then his rational side shook him hard, bringing him back to the reality he would have to overcome at that moment. His girlfriend was coughing between loud cries and sobs, while Peter couldn't think of what to say to calm her down. 

“I'm dropping out of MIT.” The brunette said after a second of silence.

The girl wiped away the tears that fell down her red face.

“What?” Y/n asks, feeling her heart stop.

“I'm going to study here in New York to be closer to you... well... you two.” Peter lays his head on his girlfriend's lap, who just listens to his declaration attentively. “I'm going to quit Stark's internship and get a home-office job so I can help you with him or her. How far along are you?”

Y/n feels her heart heavy, and answers while holding back a real cry.

“More than a month.” He replied, feeling like he was going to fall apart at any moment.

“ Damn it, love. Why didn't you tell me?” The girl just stares at him, trying to make him remember his brief outburst. “Oh... never mind.”

“I-I didn't want to end your dream.” Y/n cries, now a real cry as she realizes that she has chosen the right boyfriend to share her life with, even in difficult times. After so many disappointments in love, and men who she knew wouldn't give up even a night of drinking and gambling to be in her company, she had finally managed to choose the right one.

“Love.” Peter brings one of his hands to his girlfriend's cheek, caressing it with his thumb. “You're my dream”

The girl smiles through her tears and bends down so that her lips meet his.

“Peter?” The girl calls out.

“Huh?”

“It was a prank. APRIL FIRST, YOU MORON!” The girl stood up screaming and went to her dressing table, where a cell phone was hidden behind some make-up brushes. She took it out and finished recording the reaction of her boyfriend, who was static once again, realizing that he had been caught for revenge.

“I swear to God, one of these days you're going to kill me with your fucking crazy ass ideas." The brunette nodded, putting his hand on his heart and bursting into laughter after all the nerves he'd built up. “How did you get a positive test?”

“Marie, my mother's best friend is pregnant. I asked her to take the test and my mother gave it to me this afternoon. The shoes are mine. I found them in my parents' closet.” The girl wiped her crying eyes, sat down next to her boyfriend, and then hugged him, allowing the pain to wash over her.

“Did your mom get in on this too?” The brunette laughed louder, feeling his stomach ache, and then he collapsed into a sob of relief. “I hate you” 

“You love me” The girl wipes away the older man's tears.

“I really do. But don't ever do that again in your life. I was about to have a freak-out”

[a-heart-attack-ow]

The Arrangement. Part Four

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four: *smut/unedited/NSFW*

His teeth slowly dragged along my skin, cautious and teasing. 

The sensation caused a chill to move up my spine, goosebumps lining my skin, my body aching with need. He’d had me in this position, beneath him and at his mercy for the past hour. We’d spent the past five months enjoying our time together in this bed. 

Our bed.

We’d fallen into this pattern of spending hours in bed together, every single night. Hours of us worshiping every inch of each other. 

“You’re such a good girl.”

Colby’s voice rasps in my ear, a low growl that makes my breathing hitch. I never realized how much I enjoyed praise, until I heard it come out of his mouth. That approval, mixed with the fog of mutual desire made me live for these moments. 

I feel my eyes flutter closed as his lips press against my neck, a tender kiss before he starts to suck. Marking me was something Colby liked to do, even though I knew it meant that Kris would have to cover it up with makeup the next day. A small mewl escapes my lips as he nips the skin, a dark chuckle escaping him. 

His hands coast along my bare body, his fingertips drawing my body in closer to him. Breathing in the scent of his cologne and the sensation of him being almost too much to bear. It had been an hour of being entangled in his grasp, my aching core growing more and more needy. An hour of him not touching me where I needed him the most. An hour that felt like an endless cycle of complex desire. 

Slowly, he drags his fingers down my torso. He knows where I want him to touch me next, but I know he’s just going to tease me further. His lips pull away from me so he can look down at me. A smirk plays on his lips as he assesses the wreck he’s made of me. The tip of his middle finger lightly rubs my clit, slow small circles that make me want to moan. His smirk grows when he sees me bite the bottom of my lip. He enjoys knowing that I’m doing everything I can to not make a sound. 

“Come on darling. Let me hear you. You sound so pretty when you’re at my mercy.”

Colby drags his middle finger past my clit, dipping deep into my aching core. He slowly pumps into me and it feels so good that I can’t help but moan. 

“God, I love you.”

I moan, the words falling from my lips before I have the time to think better of it. Words that cause Colby to still his actions. We’d never said ‘I love you’ to each other. As far as we knew, we were just two people enjoying the perks of our arranged marriage. We just pretended to be in love when we were in front of the cameras. 

Everything else was just physical…

Right? 

 He keeps his eyes trained on me as he pulls his body from mine. The loss of him makes me feel cold and instantly uncomfortable. Did I mean what I said? Did I love him? The more my brain thinks about it, the more I realize that I was falling for him. Our strictly sexual relationship had morphed into something else for me. I’m not entirely sure when that happened, when I’d decided to fall for my husband, but it had and I had let it slip. Was it because we’d spent months pretending and at some point, I decided to stop acting? Was it because his smile made my heart skip a beat? Or his eyes made me breathless after only one look. Was it when I realized how hard working he was or how sweet he sounded when he laughed with Sam? In one way we still felt like strangers, but I’d fallen in love with the little things. The small intricate details that no one else would notice unless they lived with a person.  

An awkward silence engulfs us as I reach for the black silk sheet and wrap it around my exposed body.

“I’m sorry.”

Is all I manage, my eyes unable to meet his. I didn’t know what he was thinking, but his silence said it all for me. I want to run away and hide in my embarrassment. I wanted to rewind time and take it all back, but I can’t. The silence between us is almost too much, but it’s thankfully interrupted by the sound of Kris’ voice through the door. 

“Emilia? We have to get ready for tonight’s event. Remember?”

My heart drops for a moment. Another dinner party for the Brock family. The fifth one this year. The fifth time Colby and I would have to pretend to be in love in front of his family. In front of the cameras. Our lives were constantly like this, endless parties and pretending. 

I stand up from the bed, not bothering to keep myself covered up. I don’t look back at Colby, instead I grab my own robe and wrap it around myself. After the last time Kris had caught us in a moment like this, I’d kept my robe close. 

“One minute Kris.” 

I say as nicely as I can, trying to not allow any emotion in my words. From behind me I hear Colby sigh, his body moving from our bed. He reaches out to touch me, his hand on the small of my back, his lips close to my neck.

“Emilia, I-...”

He starts, our eyes meeting each other. I didn’t need to hear any fake explanation. I knew that I’d messed up. I knew that he didn’t feel the same way about me as I did for him. I knew that there was no reason to be angry with him. He’d told me from the beginning that our relationship wasn’t real. We were married, but it wasn’t out of love. It was out of necessity. 

I pull back to look at him, my green eyes filling with tears. I fucked up. I did the one thing I knew that I shouldn’t do. And that hurt. 

“I have to get ready.”

My words are cold. A sound that almost feels wrong coming from me, but I don’t explain myself to him. I didn’t want to hash this out right now, not when I knew we had somewhere to be. I feel Colby’s hand move from me, his eyes seeming to harshen for a moment as he studies me. He shakes his head and turns away, a look of annoyance overtaking him for a moment. Annoyance that I wasn’t willing to talk to him about everything. I keep my back to him while he walks around the room to find something to wear before leaving me. He swings the door open hard enough that it slams against the wall, a sound that causes me to jump. 

“Jeez. What the hell crawled up Colby’s ass?”

I hear Celina before I turn to face her, my face clearly reflects that something is wrong, but I’m not willing to elaborate. There was no need to. Right now we had to get ready for this party and I knew I would have to focus my attention on not falling apart. 

I would deal with my husband later.

—

It takes an hour and a half to get ready for the dinner downstairs. Most of it was spent on my hair, curling each long black strand into the perfect spiral. My makeup was a smokey eyed look paired with red lipstick and a highlighter that made my cheeks shimmer. Kris and Celina had put me into a beautiful red lace dress with sleeves that fell just above my knee. The black belt on my waist was beautiful, but my neckline was a little lower than I was comfortable with. But I didn’t dare complain about the ensemble, not after they’d spent all of this time on it. 

The last thing part of my outfit is my black heeled Mary Janes, a compromise since I denied their original idea of wearing black pumps. 

Over the past five months my nerves surrounding this monthly event had faded, but tonight I wasn’t able to shake the sensation of unease. After whatever happened earlier, the last thing I wanted to do was face my husband. I couldn’t shake the look of frustration on his face earlier. When I made the executive decision to not talk about my slip up. Confessing love to someone who could never love me in return. The unease followed me the entire way from our room to the downstairs guests. This time there was no grand reveal, just photographs at the end of the grand staircase. 

Colby doesn’t look at me when I join him, his back to me the entire time I walk down the stairs. Colby doesn’t bother to look at me until I’m at his side, but even then he’s not really looking at me. He’s on autopilot and the smile on his face doesn’t reach his eyes. When he poses with me, his hand snakes around my waist for a mere moment, allowing the photographers to take one photograph before leaving my side. 

“That’s enough guys.”

I hear him mutter as he walks away, his body disappearing into the crowd of people at the party. The photographers look around at each other in confusion and I instantly feel sick. Normally Colby could fake it for the cameras, but seeing him do this only proved how pissed he actually was. 

“Thank you for being here.”

I state apologetically before also walking off. Going in the opposite direction, I find Sam, Kris, and Celina who all look at me with concerned expressions as I walk right over to them.

“What happened?” Sam asks, authority in his voice. He knew that something was up, he’d known Colby for so long that he could see something was wrong from a mile away. He looks at me expectedly, his eyebrows raised. I breathe a sigh, and feel the unease worsen. Saying what I said earlier out loud made it more real. Too real. 

“I told Colby that I loved him.” 

The look of concern on their faces seems to grow when I say this. As if they knew something I didn’t. Sam breathes a deep sigh, his eyes focused on me. 

“And he didn’t take it well?”

Sam asks, his eyes moving from me to the direction that Colby had gone in. 

“I refused to let him talk about it with me. I had to get ready for this. We didn’t have the time.”

Saying it out loud made me feel bad. He’d wanted to talk to me about it and I turned him away. I’d said something that was deeply personal and then shut him out. Something he didn’t deserve. The realization of what I’d done hits me like a ton of bricks and Sam can tell by the way that he nods. 

“You should go talk to him.”

Celina says quietly, the look on her face reassuring. A look that I don’t believe will give me enough strength to face Colby. But I nod in agreement and force myself to walk away from the comfort of my friends and instead go in the direction of Colby. 

I smile at the people I pass by, my eyes focused forward. When I find him in the game room, his back is to the doorway, in one hand is a shot and in the other there’s a pool stick. Embarrassingly, when I approach, one of his friends sees me and leans over to whisper in his ear. I don’t recognize the friend, but somehow Colby knowing I was coming made my anxiety worse. I see his body tense as he takes his shot and hands the glass to the friend who’d spoken to him before. He then hands another friend the pool stick and turns to face me, his eyes cool and unkind. When he looks at me this time he actually looks at me. Studying the dress I was wearing, my hair, and the makeup. Approvingly he smirks, licking his lips. 

With his back to his friends, he reaches out to grab me, his hands holding my arms as the palms of my hands go against his tuxedo covered chest. Anyone looking at us could mistake this as a moment of warmth between two people, but the frustration he had earlier is still evident. In trace amounts, I can tell he doesn’t want to see me right now. 

“Can I talk to you?”

I ask him quietly, the eyes of his friends all peeking from behind him. Under their gazes and his I felt ridiculous. A part of me wishes I would’ve waited to talk to him, but it was too late now. I half expect him to refuse to talk to me, but when our eyes meet an undetectable flicker washes over him. He doesn’t respond verbally, instead he turns me around and puts his hand in mine as he guides us through the sea of people. Neither of us speak as we reach the back of the room and walk down the narrow hallway. The game room had a small hallway that led to Colby’s office. 

Once we reach his office he opens the door and guides me inside, locking the door behind us. 

“What do you want?”

He asks, his voice rough, distant, and very angry. His tone is controlled, but his body language reflects how mad he truly is. 

“I wanted to apologize for earlier. You wanted to talk and I shut you out. You didn’t deserve that.” 

My voice sounds small when I speak, my eyes moving to my feet. A bitter chuckle brushes past his lips when I speak. I didn’t know what he would think of my apology, but I didn’t think it would make him respond like that. There’s a look of frustrated amusement on his face when I eventually dare to look up at him. 

“Did you mean what you said? Or was it just because I was finger fucking you?”

There’s a cruelty to his words. A bluntness that made my stomach turn. This was exactly the reason I knew I shouldn’t fall for him. The way he made me feel so used at times. The way that our endless sexual encounters made me feel something more than I should’ve. The tender care that he’d shown me, was only tender because he wanted to keep fucking me. When he spoke like this it reminded me of my role here. I was the wife who had to sit pretty and do as he wanted. I didn’t get to make decisions for myself or else there would be a punishment. 

“Fuck you…”

I whisper, unable to conceal the pain I felt inside of me. The pain of knowing that I was right, that it didn’t matter to him. That I didn’t matter to him. He responds with an angry ‘Hmm’ through clenched teeth as he reaches for me, one hand pulling me forward. My chest goes against his and he holds me there, unable to move out of his grasp. 

“... I do love you…” 

This time I raise my voice and strain against his hold on me, our eyes never leaving each other. 

“...Yes, I slipped up and said it out loud. But I am in love with you, you rich, entitled asshole.” 

The moment I finish speaking I feel like I’ve overstepped, but another part of me is happy to get everything off of my chest. The entire time I’ve been here he’s walked all over me and I’ve let him without any protest, but now I was done. I was done letting him speak to me this way. I was done with him treating me this way. 

Colby's eyes darken a few shades when he heard me speak to him like that. It’s almost as if no one else has dared to speak to him like I had. For a moment the tension between the two of us feels like a pressure cooker that’s ready to explode at any moment. With me still firmly in his grasp he pushes me to the side, my back up against the wall. His hand finds my neck and he holds me there, no pressure is put on my neck, he just holds me to the wall, his facial expression blank as he assesses what to do to me. 

“I would watch how you speak to me darling.”

He rasps, his hand moving from my neck to the deep neckline of my dress. His fingertips lightly trace over the tops of my breasts, his gaze never leaving mine. Without a warning, he takes his other hand and slowly begins to rip the dress I was wearing. My breathing hitches as the cool air of his office touches my bare chest, my nipples hardening. 

“Colby.” 

I whisper so lightly that I doubt he can actually hear me. His name on my lips causes a small smile to move to his lips as he moves in closer, his face mere inches from mine. He breathes against my lips, and all I can imagine is how I feel like prey being played with by a hunter. 

“You always sound so pretty when you say my name...”

His lips trace against mine, not quite kissing me, but almost.

“... But you sound even prettier when I’m inside of you.”

My breathing hitches when he finishes speaking, his lips still so close to mine. I find my body leaning into his, desperately wanting him as close as possible. Without realizing it, my chest is slowly heaving up and down, my breasts brushing his suit covered chest. I fully realize that the only thing covering me is whatever ripped fabric is left of my dress and a pair of underwear, but I can’t bring myself to care. 

I don’t dare to reach for him. I don’t dare to do anything without him initiating it first. I still wasn’t sure of what to say. I swallow hard as he speaks once more. 

“Is that what you want baby…”

He rasps.

“...Do you want me inside of you?”

I’m struggling to breathe when he asks me this. I tighten my legs the moment I realize how much I want him inside of me. He notices how much I’m struggling, how turned on I am right in this moment. 

“Y-Yes. I want you inside of me.”

The second the words pass my lips, Colby’s mouth is on mine. He groans against me, his tongue in my mouth. I fumble with the buttons of his button up, wanting him as bare as I am. He takes his own coat off, his mouth never leaving mine. I hear him toss the jacket across the room behind him. Growing frustratated with his buttons, he assists me by ripping his shirt off of his body. A movement that causes me to focus my attention on his dress pants. I’m able to unbutton them easier than his shirt, pulling down the fabric in a frenzied need. 

“Baby, you are so eager. We have all night to do this.” 

He groans this against my lips, but I shake my head in protest. I wasn’t going to wait for him to fuck me. No, I needed him inside of me and I need him inside of me now. 

“Fuck that Colbs. I need you burried inside of me now.”

The tone of my voice that escapes me is almost animalistic. A sound that I didn’t know that I could make until this very moment. For whatever reason, I have never wanted to fuck Colby Brock as much as I have in this moment. A dark chuckle brushes past his lips when I say this. He guides his hands to my hips, his fingertips toying with the nude lace underwear I was wearing. 

“I could rip these off of you too…”

He growls, his fingertips moving to the top of the underwear before sliding them down my legs slowly. 

“... But I picked these out for you, and I’m sentimental about my baby wearing the gifts I get for her.” 

The sound of his voice makes me want to cum right then and there, but I don’t. Instead, I let him guide me to the carpeted floor of his office. Colby takes the time to look back at me as his bare body now straddles mine. Even in the darkness of his office, his blue eyes find mine. 

“I love you Emilia. I’ve loved you since the first night we properly met.”

He pauses, aligning his cock with my soaking sex. He thrusts inside of me slowly, a sensation of pure bliss fills me as he moves his lips to my chest, sucking my nipple. I moan as he thrusts once more, each movement feeling better than the last. It takes me a few minutes to understand what he’s said to me, my mind racing at the pure ecstasy that I was feeling. Hearing him say that he loved me, meant more than anything I’d ever heard before. Earlier, I’d realized how deeply I was under his spell, but now I knew I there was nowhere else I wanted to be. 

“Colby…”

He thrusts deeper, his tucking into my shoulder, as he begins to thrust faster. 

“...I love you more than anything.”

The soft nature of my voice makes him nuzzle closer to me as he continues to thrust. I feel my body nearing its climax, and I know he can feel it too. 

“Cum with me darling. I want you to cum all over my cock.”

He says the words he says are enough to push me over the edge, my body releasing itself on his massive cock. I feel his cock twitch, shooting his warm cum deep inside of me. For a moment, we lay entangled in each other’s grasps. The both of us lay quietly, with only our breathing to fill the silence. From the outside of his office, we hear the sound of the party. The music bringing us back to reality. The reality of us laying here naked, with ripped clothing and nothing to change into. 

“Colby?”

I ask, my voice small. 

“Yes, my darling?”

He asks, pulling back to look at me. He smiles at me as I jesture to our bodies. 

“How are we supposed to return to the party like this?”

A genuine laugh escapes him as he studies the tattered remains of our clothing. He’s amused by the state of us and I can’t help but laugh too. My head finds its place against his as we laugh together for several minutes, enjoying each other in this moment. 

“I’ll text Sam and Kris and have them find us something to wear.” 

Colby manages to say through deep laughter. 

“What is everyone at the party going to think when we return to the party?”

His eyes find mine once more when I ask him this. I wasn’t embarrassed by the fact that we’d fucked. I was worried that the people at our party might think we were a little rude for ignoring them for each other. He shrugs his shoulders uncaring as he studies me closely. 

“Who cares what they think? As long as I get to be with you, I could care less about what the other people think.”

His lips lightly find my forehead and for the first time since we got married I feel hope that everything could be okay. That maybe the worst was finally behind us. 

It had to be. 

Right?

[kasagia]

♤ Klaus Mikaelson's Masterlist ♤

~One-shots~

Making her love me

Klaus has a crush on Y/N. She avoided him at all costs. A one-night stand irrevocably changes their lives and forces Y/N to rethink her relationship with the original hybrid.

Be my Valentine

The day of lovers came like a bolt from the blue. You were planning to stay in your house, make yourself a huge pizza, and celebrate another year of being a single, self-sufficient woman. But you forgot that having the original hybrid as a lover-enemy (more like a puppy/wolf madly in love with you) comes with all sorts of surprises.

My (and your) tears ricochet

You and Klaus have a difficult relationship. For 500 years, you bond, break up, and get back together, being both your worst nightmares and your longed-for dreams. But after Lucien bites you and you die in Klaus' arms, the true feelings of your lover come out. And you're as delighted as devastated.

Together (doesn't feel right at all)

After you dump your boyfriend, Stefan Salvatore, for the big bad wolf, Klaus Mikaelson, and move to New Orleans with him, you start to realize his toxic, possessive behavior towards you. But is there still enough time to leave the devil who seduced you and go back to your normal life?

What makes her so special?

You have a gift of attracting any man to you. Everyone who meets you loves you. But the cup of bitterness is overflowing when, in front of Cami's eyes, Klaus begins to fall in love with you. And you do not remain indifferent to the courtship of your sister's handsome friend for long. The question is, can the two of you confess your true feelings to each other before jealous Cami messes things up between you and Klaus?

I'm not the only one

You and Klaus have been together for ages. You swore to each other Always and Forever. You could always rely on him, and the original hybrid trusted you with his plans. But how long can you turn a blind eye to his sudden interest in a certain Caroline Forbes? And after hearing him say the same words to her that practically started your relationship, you realize that maybe after all, you're not the only one for him.

Loved by them two

After your parents (pack leaders) arranged your marriage to Klaus (with whom you accidentally had a one-night stand earlier), you tied your fate irrevocably to the Mikaelsons. Problem? 1. You hate your husband for tricking you into this marriage. 2. His noble brother is too alluring. 3. You find out the hard way that hate, love, and lust are a very explosive mixture. Especially when you add the two Mikaelsons to it.

I wanna be yours

Over the ages, Klaus finally matures to admit that he has fallen in love with you, Katherine Pierce's sister. However, can you two be more than occasional "once in a century" one-night stands? Can he be yours, and you only his?

Cheater on the bridge

You've been sneaking around with Klaus for several months now, cheating on your boyfriend, Stefan. You feel terrible about it, but you're afraid to break up with Stefan because you don't know how he'll react to it. However, Elena finds out about your little affair. And everything goes to hell.

Everybody wants to steal my girl

Klaus (and you) have been struggling with hybrid's jealousy for 1,000 years. It doesn't help that you're stunningly beautiful and that all his enemies want to steal you from him. But Klaus will not let his wife ever leave his side—or worse, lose her feelings for him. Even if he is "slightly" insecure about himself.

~Mini-series~

Our little game

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

You and Klaus have been playing this game between yourselves since your first meeting. One day, you two would fight with each other like dogs, and the next day, you would flirt and act like people completely mad with love. But whatever was between you two, you would never lose this game and admit that you fell for him. He would only use you for your power, right? At least that's what you were telling yourself all this time.

[mahs-dumpster]

Confession time

a/n: why was this hard to make. I feel like Leona and Isabelle stayed so long in their "will they won't they" stage that it's hard to get them outta there... But either way🚶🏻‍♀️🚶🏻‍♀️

cw: oc x canon (Isabelle x Leona)

words: around 2k

It has been exactly a month and a half since Isabelle and Leona had their first kiss. Not that she was counting, of course she wasn't, but when the guy you’ve fallen in love with kisses you and pretends as if nothing ever happened you can't help but notice.

That's right, you can go all ‘I told you so' now, Isabelle is for the first time ever admitting to herself that she has fallen in love with her arranged fiancé, the man she has told herself was the worst possible choice for a husband, but who she was willing to tolerate because of her duties as a princess. Him.

Leona Kingscholar.

Honestly? Isabelle didn't mean to kiss him. But they were on such good terms, one could even say they had finally become friends after four years of knowing each other, and not only that but he was so close, he was holding her with such care, she got caught up in the moment. Now, she hates herself for letting her emotions take over her body, she shouldn't had turned off her brain, she should’ve been rational and realized it was a bad idea! 

Why was it a bad idea, you ask? Well, because the lion beastman didn't mention the kiss ever since, he didn't even acknowledge it. After it happened, they were quickly pushed into royal affairs and meetings about their engagement, and after it Leona started acting as if the kiss simply didn't happen. It was as if it was a mistake, or as if it didn't matter in the grand scheme of things. 

She would’ve lied if she said it didn't hurt.

It was then that she realized she was in love with him. Why else would she kiss him? She didn't kiss just anyone, no matter how attractive he was it wasn't something she did, not only that but if she didn't love him why would she be bothered by him ignoring the kiss? It wasn't logical.

The worst part? Today they have joint school activities, so at any moment she could run into Leona. 

Just great.

“Hey.” Isabelle shivered at the familiar voice of her fiancé. She realized she had been found by him earlier than she hoped… she held her book tighter to her chest. He glanced at it. “You seriously brought a book? Aren't you supposed to be a housewarden and lead instead of having your head in the clouds?”

“I could say the same thing to you. I know you were about to run off somewhere to take a nap…” Leona smirked, lifting his hands in mock defeat. She rolled her eyes. “I just want some time alone, I... need to think.”

“Great timing.” The beastman said, walking towards her and pointing his head towards a certain direction. “Let's go to the botanical gardens. If they see you're with me they won't bother me.”

“You seriously wanna use our engagement to help you take a nap?”

“May I remind you, you will also not be bothered, mouse.”

She stared at him for a moment, until his gaze was too much for her to handle, so she sighed, her cheeks red, and nodded along to his proposal.

As they walked towards the place, Isabelle stared at him by the corner of her eye, realizing how tiny she was compared to him. She glanced at his hands, long fingers with long nails, – claws would be a better term – callouses due to Spelldrive practices, but mostly smooth from his position as a prince.

Isabelle's reached forward, her fingers almost touching his, but she stopped. What would he think of her if she held his hand? Would he intertwine their fingers? Would he flinch and back away? Would he call her out?

"Isabelle." The girl immediately brought her hand back to holding her book against her chest, her face burning in embarrassment. He glanced at it for a moment, but didn't seem to realize what she wanted to do. "You're awful quiet. You ok?"

It felt... Strange, to have him care for her, but in a good way. His words warmed her heart and made an unconscious smile come to her face.

"Yes, I... Like I said, I just want some alone time to think."

"Of?"

She shifted her gaze to the ground.

"Nothing. Don't worry about it." With that, he went quiet again, and Isabelle mentally thanked him for that.

Once they got to the botanical gardens, Leona opened the door, and she got in first. It was an instinct, almost rehearsed, Leona didn't think much of it, and if she wasn't in her current predicament she probably wouldn't either… but she was. 

It gave her butterflies.

He immediately laid under the shade of a big three, stretching his muscles, arms beneath his head, and Isabelle sat right next to him, opening her book. She watched as he got comfortable, then Leona raised an eyebrow, realizing her stare.

“What?”

“Nothing.” She lied, and started reading her book, ignoring her beating heart. Leona stared at her for a few seconds, until ultimately giving up and deciding to sleep.

It was then Isabelle had found some sort of peace. Reading the story in her book, one she had read thousands of times, about far away lands, daring sword fights, spells and a prince in disguise… she got immersed in the story, in her favorite story… for a moment she forgot who was beside her, and forgot about her inner turmoil.

It had always been like this. Her and her books. They were her comfort, they were her refuge when she felt so utterly confused... Sometimes she wished things were as simple as the story of a book, with written plotlines where the character didn't need to worry, because the author would make a way to give them a happy ending.

She was so into her reading she didn't realize steps walking closer and closer to them.

“Ah, miss Isabelle…” a low, powerful but respectful voice spoke, and Isabelle got out of her trance almost immediately. She blinked, looking up at the face of a Savanaclaw student, a wolf beastman. “Sorry, I was just wondering where my housewarden was. I wasn't aware he was with you.”

“It's alright, uh…”

“Jack Howl.”

“Jack. We've met before at VDC, am I correct? Don't you worry.” Isabelle smiled softly at the boy. She quickly glanced at Leona, softly sleeping beside her, his expression so calm, it hardly looked like the Leona she knew and loved. She sighed. “We’re not really interacting anyway.”

“Still, you guys are engaged, right?” Jack scratched his neck, a bit embarrassed. “I wouldn't wanna bother you two…”

“Jack.” Isabelle strictly said, looking up at him. “Leona doesn't love me. Our engagement is arranged.” She fought the feeling of her heart sinking as she uttered those words. “You're not bothering anyone.” 

An awkward silence laid there, and for a moment Isabelle felt like she went a bit overboard… but truly she was tired of indulging people in their supposed ‘love’ for one another. She was tired of letting people believe they were in love when clearly the only person who cared about the relationship was herself. She was tired of forcing Leona into this whole mess.

Maybe she should try and persuade her dad to break the engagement.

“Sorry. I just dumped all of that on you without thinking.” She sighed, forcing a smile. “If you want me to, I could always give him a message–”

“I think he really does care about you.” The white haired boy interrupted her, her eyes widening a bit. “At least, that's what it looks like to me. But it's really none of my business.” He quickly bowed to the princess, and started walking away, saying ‘see you around’ and ‘thank you’ before leaving.

Isabelle could do nothing but sit there, eyes stinging as she bit her bottom lip, refusing to cry over this. It was stupid. Why would she cry? Jack was an outsider, he didn't know what he was talking about.

Jack didn't know about the amount of times they argued, at how many offensive words they threw at each other, at how much Isabelle's actions and words probably added into his already broken mind and spirit, leading to his overblot.

He didn't know just how awful she had been to him.

“You were supposed to pretend so people wouldn't bother us."

Isabelle hurried to dry the few tears that had fallen, realizing Leona's voice was once again present, that he was awake, and staring at her with those tired eyes. 

The lion beastman rubbed his eyes and yawned, deciding to sit down and rest on the tree providing them with shade. He looked at Isabelle curiously.

“Why are you crying? Because of what Jack said?”

“Why didn't you say you were awake?” Isabelle faked anger, though she was certain she didn't sound convincing, as her voice was slightly shaky and she couldn't help but stare at the pages of her book on her lap. “It's not polite to listen to other people's conversations.” He stayed silent, just looking at the girl sitting beside him, until she got fed up and finally looked at him. “What?”

He just continued to stare at her for a while more, then, he suddenly said, his face as serious as ever:

“Would you say yes if I asked you to date me?

Isabelle choked on her spit, making Leona flinch in surprise, a hand slowly moving to her back to try and help her calm down. Once she regained her composure, she cleared her throat, widening her eyes as she looked at him in shock.

“What are you talking about?” Was what she managed to say, hand on her chest. She was clearly anxious. “A-after staying silent ever since kissing me you're suddenly asking me to go out with you?” 

“Yeah?” He shrugged, and Isabelle glared at him, making his ears go down and him sigh. “You seemed like you didn't care so I thought you wanted to act as if nothing happened. What use would it be for me to comment on it if you didn't want to acknowledge it.”

“What? You were the one acting as if you didn't care!” She pointed her finger at his chest, her frown getting deeper as she looked at him in disbelief. “This whole time I've been waiting for you to talk to me about that, do you have any idea how I felt all this time with your silence?"

“Well, maybe, if you at least asked me, I would’ve told you I liked it.” He retaliated, the usual frown making his way to his face.

With that, they both went silent. Isabelle felt her cheeks warming up, so she decided to break eye contact. She played with the pages of her book as she frowned at it. She couldn't believe they were arguing again over this, it was absurd, almost as if their natural state was fighting. 

“And maybe, if you showed any interest in me, I would’ve asked!” 

But at least... He said he liked it, didn't he? He asked to date her so... It meant something.

Isabelle watched as Leona's hand moved towards hers, grabbing her left hand into his own as he held it gently, his thumb making a few circular motions on her palm. She stared at them and refused to look him in the eyes.

“I’m interested in you.” He said, and Isabelle felt like her heart would explode. “I’ve been interested in you for a while now. I just didn't think it was worth trying anything.”

“You give up too easily on things…” she mumbled, squeezing his hand lightly. “Like I said, if you had shown any interest in me, I would’ve asked about the kiss. You didn't, so I just assumed you still hated me and that was just... A moment, or something."

“After everything, really?” He chuckled, a smirk on his face and Isabelle sighed, still not looking at him. 

“Listen, we said many awful things to each other, ok?"

Leona was quiet for a few seconds, until he pulled her hand, telling her to look at him. Once she did, he tilted his head, a faint smile on his face, a rare sight that Isabelle felt privileged to see. 

“If it serves as any consolation…” he began, a smirk replacing his smile almost immediately. “I think you're hot when you're angry.”

Isabelle used her book to smack him, getting up right after that. She wasn't there to play jokes anymore, she needed him to be serious, so if he wasn't then–

“Alright, alright, sorry.” His hand grabbed her wrist before she could walk away, and when she looked at him her face was as red as an apple. 

“I need you to be serious, Leona.” She urged, looking at him with a frown. Leona sighed, getting up as well, his other hand tilting her chin upwards to look at him. She was still frowning. “What is it now? You're gonna joke about my height?”

He moved forward, his hand moving to her waist as he lowered towards her height, stealing yet another kiss from her. Isabelle froze, she didn't move, at least not at first, she was too anxious to do anything. Slowly though, she got over it, and her hands moved to his neck, as her book was still awkwardly being held. 

After, Leona hugged her tight, his face nuzzled in her neck as he let out a happy purr, and Isabelle chuckled.

“You seem like you're in a good mood now.” He said. “If I knew all it took to get you in a better mood was to kiss you then I would’ve done it a long time ago.” 

“Oh shut up.” She tightened her grip on him, her fingers playing with his hair as she smiled like an idiot. “You're ruining the moment.”

“So that's a yes?”

“Hm?"

“You're going out with me, right?” 

“If you insist.”

At that, Isabelle laughed, separating herself from him and finally staring at his green eyes, not caring how stupid she looked at the moment. 

[sugarwithtea]

Fluff, check! Now it's time to hurt me with some heartbreaking angst lol I'm not ready

Can I request from the angst list #99 “It could’ve been worse, we could’ve fallen in love." with this Yoongi?

Or you don't have to use the picture at all, whatever you do will be amazing I'm sure! 🤩

i'd rather die | myg

more than a year has passed and now you need to confront your husband, even if it means endless pain for you, or not?

pairing : husband!yoongi x reader

rating / genre : pg-13 // angst, arranged marriage au

word count : 2.8k

warnings : swearing, kissing, drinking, crying and shouting.

authour's note : yayy. my first drabble from the milestone game :) this was an absolute treat to write rlly!! still i feel like the end is a little bit rushed? unedited, as always! prompt — "It could've been worse, we could've fallen in love." from this list.

mood : honsool - agust d & 死ぬのがいいわ - fuji kaze

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The tears won't stop.

You could feel yourself slipping away and had to take deep breaths to ground yourself to reality. Your mind was whirring with possibilities of what could have been and you try hard to shut them out, to not let them affect you now.

Yoongi was sitting at the bar with his phone in his hand, and swirling the glass of whiskey with the other. He still hadn't noticed you standing at the door with the paper in your hand, he still hadn't registered the heavy breaths coming from your direction.

So, you compose yourself, wipe your tears with the sleeve of your dress and enter the room where he sat all alone.

"Yoongi."

"Hm?" he doesn't look up from his phone and you take painfully slow steps towards him.

"Yoongi." you call out again, in your no-nonsense voice and he finally looks up.

In a still moment, you see various emotions flash through his eyes. From the ease and comfort to the tinge of surprise at last fading into the color of concern.

"Y/N?" not a question of why are you crying, a question of just your name. As if he is asking if you are still there or have already slipped away.

"Mom called."

"And? Is everything alright?" He is on the verge of fretting.

"18 months have passed already." and time stills as you see him straighten up, the look of concern overshadowed by one of realization.

18 months and 7 days ago, to be precise, you had tied the knot with Min Yoongi, the CEO of Min Technologies. Your parents had set you up with each other with the wish of an heir. Yoongi had a very unstable reputation, especially among the chaebols, and you were considered to be an outcast. So the best idea they considered was to put you two together, to save some face.

Your parents had kept your wish of becoming a writer instead of joining their company and you had been grateful for them. But they were no strangers to the ways of the higher class and they knew you needed to do something to retain your position in their circle. People gossiped, talked ill about your family and evidently, the words had affected your parents to a big extent. One that made them put a condition over your wishes to pursue your dreams.

You were meant to marry someone till your 27th birthday, someone who was approved by your family. Failing which they would be taking the matter in their own hands. Two and a half years ago you turned twenty seven, and two years ago they took you to a dinner with the Mins.

The stakes were, as they said at that time, not so high. You both were meant to marry each other, or else Yoongi's position as the CEO would be dissolved by the board, and your career taken away by your parents.

They had also given you an out. Which you don't know was beneficiary to you or not.

You both were expected to conceive an heir within 18 months of the marriage, failing which the marriage would be respectfully dissolved along with your respective careers. So basically, it was a threat.

A threat you failed to take seriously.

As now, 18 months later, you stand in front of each other, heirless, and with no sense of direction with your life.

It wasn't a sad marriage. You had your moments, ones which brought you close to each other. With the first few months spent bickering, you had become friends till your 1st year anniversary. But it was slow paced. And none of you were willing to have a kid in a loveless marriage.

A Loveless Marriage.

Or a marriage with you hopelessly gone for him in every way possible, but still restricting yourself from flinging yourselves in his arms and letting him know.

"Are, are those divorce papers?" his trembling voice breaks you out of your reverie and you look down at the papers clutched tightly in your hand.

"Yes."

He stands up slowly, taking his time. His eyes don't leave yours and you both stand at a hand's distance, his hand still clutching his seat for support and yours the paper for everything but support.

"Y/N." His voice is not more than a whisper, and you will your tears to not fall down.

"Hm?"

One thing which you were not sure about, was what he felt. Yes, you both had almost kissed the night you got high in your balcony, and yes he never forgot to cook you your favorite dishes whenever you were not in a good mood, and yes he even removed all the tulip vases from his billion dollar estate after finding out about your allergy the night of your marriage, but they were all things he did while staying completely closed off.

"We are friends now.'' he had said on the night of your birthday, ten months after your marriage, and treated you to a lovely dinner. But that's what you both ever were, friends. He was like a closed book and you trained your mind to perceive all his acts as platonic.

You look up at him with tears lining your eyes.

"Is this the end?"

All you do is nod. Not able to trust yourself to form coherent words.

In front of your eyes he falls back on his seat, still as a rock but his chest heaving and hand falling limp at his side.

"Really?" his voice doesn't shake this time, but you think you can hear the tremble.

"What other choice do we have, Yoongi?"

Even if for some reason, your marriage is prolonged. But what's the good out of it? You trust Yoongi, but you cannot trust him to not break your heart. You need to put up a strong front to break out of this arrangement, or else you'll be doomed to eventual misery, because even if his feelings for you grow later, you don't know what will happen. You can never be too hopeful and hurt yourselves.

"We can try to pursue them. To not break it off. To-"

"But why?" you splutter with wide eyes. "Why do we need to be together, Yoongi?"

He looks at you as if you offended him and a moment later, his head falls into his hands and he mindlessly starts grumbling at your outburst. You try to catch some words and all you can are 'I will lose everything.'

Now this angers you. You both were going to lose everything. He at least doesn't have to move. You'll have to get your old place back, and meanwhile stay with your parents with them hovering over you like vultures. You will lose the place you had made your home for more than a year, you will lose the job you had to fight everyone for. You will lose him.

"Really, Yoongi? You think you will be the one to lose everything. You think I am also not getting the bad end of the stick? You think it's only a matter of 'I' and not 'We'?" you almost shout at him and take a step backwards.

"Y/N." he looks up at you with his eyebrows furrowed.

"What? I am not getting anything good out of this. I will lose everything. A place to live, a career, my dream, my freedom, every fucking thing. I'll have to go back to my parents' house for some time and endure everything they will put on me for getting out of a marriage they so thoughtfully arranged." Your outburst has you gasping for air and he visibly flinches at the last word.

You take a few steps back, trying to compose your voice. Through your almost blurred, red vision, you see him standing up, his face set into an emotion that screams defense, interrogation, curiosity, and whatnot.

"Yoongi it's not only you who is going to suffer-"

"Then why are you so keen at getting out of this marriage?"

"What?"

"Why" he takes a step towards you and you take one back,"do" one more, "you" he is almost in front of you now "want to get a divorce?"

"So that you can set me free, from this relationship we so painfully call 'marriage'". you say in a level voice and glare at him.

"Weren't you going to lose your freedom, if you'll have to return back to your parents' house?"

"Atleast I won't have to pretend." you finally shout at him, with your body trembling and hands waving in exasperation.

His face blanches at your words. His hand which was pointing at you falls down and now he takes a step backwards. Your heart hurts when you see the same feeling flash through his eyes.

But it's the truth. You're tired now.

"Pretend what?" his voice is again shaky, and a whisper.

"That whatever is there between us, is okay, and we are all good."

"We are not?" you almost don't hear his voice, almost miss the question his completely mute voice asks you, vulnerably.

"Are we? Yoongi?" you take a deep breath when he goes back again, hints of tears lining his eyes and breath frantic.

You notice his fingers twitching at his side and your heart picks up its pace. It's one of his anxious traits you had picked up on. He was nervous, he was anxious, he was fucking on the verge of panicking.

"Yoongi, calm down." you take a tentative step towards him and he looks up at you with pure brokenness.

"Think of this positively," you try to console him and your next words are something that comes out mindlessly and it hurts you to say them.

"It could've been worse, we could've fallen in love."

A thunder ripples through the sky outside the window and the curtains swerve a little bit, letting in cold moonlight and illuminating Yoongi's face in the dim yellow light of the room. His features are shock ridden and immensely contorted into an emotion you vaguely make out to be,

Hurt.

"What?"

"I, we. It's good, it's better, you know." you stumble through your words as a lone year slips out of your left eye, and also his. But still you continue, "If we had fallen in love, it would have been hard to give this up. It's good that emotions are out of the way. Now all we have to pick up are the pieces of our broken dreams and not our," he inhales sharply at your words,"not our heart."

"We, we can get a way out. We don't have to end this. They are our parents. They, they will u-understand if we pursue them." he mindlessly mumbles, frantically, and you feel the oncoming panic once again.

"But why would we do that? Instead, let's find people we love. You can work your way up to the top again, Yoongi. Don't worry."

"You don't understand, Y/N." he is still mumbling and you realize he is drunk. He had been drinking. It's not a good time to have this conversation. You again take a step back.

"What?" cautiously, slowly you ask. Because even if you know his state, the red and blue you see in front of your eyes is way too opaque to let you see through it. You are in a blind state, while he is in a drunk one.

"I, I can't lose this."

"Again you are saying this? It will be okay. Oh my god why don't you understand that-"

"I can't lose you."

A whisper spoken into nothingness but it makes everything around you halt. What did he just say? He can't lose you? Wasn't it supposed to be the other way around?

"Huh?"

He looks away, at the window, tilts his chin up, and smiles wistfully.

You are confused. Very much. But his eyes crinkle at the ends and the air hits his face softly, caressing his hair that falls on his face. Your chest tightens up when you look at him seeming so lost, nostalgic, and in-

"I love watching your smile. It's a habit for me now. I love when you stand up for yourself in front of your parents. I feel so proud. Like yeah," one more tear falls from his eyes and his face contorts into a little bit of pain as he mindlessly points in your direction and continues,"that's my wife."

"Yoongi what-"

"I don't think I'll ever be able to bring tulips into my house again. I'd rather die than smell them and remember your pain-ridden face. If you go, I don't even know how I'll cook again."

The spinning of the world seems to come to a halt. Realization crashes over you in waves and your mind whirs to make sense of the words he has been speaking. If he means what you think he does. If it's real. You don't think you can absorb reality so well. You don't think you can see the one thing you always wished for to be true this painfully. It must be a mirage, yes it m-

"I love you."

You fall down on your knees.

Tears stream down your face but within a second Yoongi is by your side, with a shrill call of your name.

You don't hear anything but your heartbeat loudly in your ears as he wraps his arms around your trembling figure to keep you up straight. He presses your head against his chest carefully while you hiccup into his shirt, gasping for air.

"It's okay. It's okay. You are going, it's okay. We will be good. I'll manage. Don't, don't cry. I am sorry, I am so sorry," he cries and cries,"Y/N, don't cry because of me. I am so sorry for putting this upon you. Please go without any pain or worries. Or anger for me. I beg you to forgive me bab-"

"I love you."

You feel it. You feel how he goes completely still against you. You feel when you snake your hands around his torso, bringing him back to life. You feel when he tightens his arms around you and brings you even closer, if possible. You feel the ringing in your ears. You feel it all too well.

"Y/N?"

"I love you oh my god. I was scared. I thought you didn't love me. And I was tired of pretending I didn't, so I," you whimper and his trembling cheek rests atop your head. So you sigh in his comfort and continue,"I thought walking away would be the best thing."

"I am sorry."

Yet again?

You pull away a little bit to look up at him.

"Why?"

"For making you feel like this."

What does that even mean? You furrow your eyebrows when he tips his forehead against yours.

"You made me feel safe, Yoongi. You made me feel like I was living in a garden with nothing but the sweet essence of the flowers and the cool breeze of bliss. You made me feel like myself."

A tear makes its way down his closed eyes.

"But I also made you feel unsure, insecure. I made you feel like you had to walk away from me for our sake. I am sorry."

You laugh at the irony of the moment. A while ago you were sorry for chaining him into a meaningless bond and now he is sorry for making you feel sorry.

"Please don't-"

Your lips swallow his next words.

His grip on you gets tighter when he comes down from the shock of your lips on his. You tug at him and start moving your lips against him slowly, carefully, worried he might break under your burden if you give him too much of it. He sighs into your mouth and reciprocates your actions with a new found vigor. His actions are similar, slow and careful. But heavily sprinkled with the ingredient love.

Heaven falls upon you as you feel yourself getting lost in his taste. Your tongues are out of the picture but still you feel like you might die by the intensity with which your whole body lights up with fireworks. His lips swallow any traces of pain from yours and his grip on you keeps on getting tighter as if you might slip away any second if he lets you loose. Which you might, cause you cannot feel the ground beneath your knees. You recognise the whiskey lingering over his lips faintly and almost cry out.

But alas, even heaven is not forever and you break away to catch air.

He smiles at you, with traces of tears on his cheeks which no longer are significant. Still, you wipe at them with your thumb as his eyelids flutter shut.

"Love." he sighs as he calls you.

You. His love.

You laugh through your tears when you say your next words.

"You can never get rid of me, hubby."

He opens his eyes and nudges your nose with his endearingly.

"I don't even want to. Wifey."

— hii. i haven't proofread it, because i was way too tired today, but i really hope that you like it hehe!!

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[gayassbish]

Genshin Guys as Your New Bestie. Highschool AU

Genre: Platonic of course and very much so crack

Reader: Gender Neutral | References to “girly pop” in Childe and Kaeya’s Part

Characters: Diluc, Zhongli, Childe and Kaeya, Alhaitham, Bennet, Xinqiu and Chongyun, Xiao

Diluc-

The kid who raises his hand and asks a bunch of questions, but still manages to not come of nerdy, but intelligent. He doesn’t talk to anyone in class and some other kids in class thinks he’s arrogant cause of it. Like “he’s too smart for us vibes.” You, on the other hand, know better than to trust the rumors and actually get to know his ass. That is lie, I can’t imagine anyone walking up to his emo self unless you’re the most extroverted person on the planet. He also definitely plays chess online in his chromebook 24/7.

Butttt you do end up sitting next to him as your seating arrangements change every semester or so. You say hi like a normal person and he sorta just grunts?? Terrible first impression, but you realize he’s very kind. Always picking up your fallen pencils, sharing homework answers with out you asking, and you end up getting a long pretty well once you find your stuff in common.

P.S. He’d 100% drive you around everywhere

Zhongli-

A popular dude cause he’s handsome ig and the fucking valedictorian. Plus he manages to know everything without coming off like a know it all, so he is generally well received by everyone and helps basically everyone out. Has a 10000 IQ and a calculator for a brain too. Probably wears granny glasses.

So… you’re at your part time job and notice him coming in. You immediately hide cause you don’t know him like that (yet) and don’t want to be remembered as “oh they’re the person who works there.” One of your coworkers helps him out instead while you secretly spy and realize he’s not as smart as he looks?? He is very much so only book smart and has no street cred what so ever. He looks so lost as to why he can’t take whatever y’all sell now and pay latter. He honestly gives your coworker a hard time. (rip coworker </3) You eventually help out and he recognizes you!! You learn he has an excellent memory and actually knows your name. And viola now your the person who he can go to for financial means. Have fun!

P.S You drive him everywhere…

Childe & Kaeya-

They’re those loud kids in the back who don’t shut up. I want to say they’re pant saggers but I know I would get canceled. (They so are though.) Anywho, you end up being forced to sit next to them and they like start flirting of sum shit idk?

But you’re girly pop and you don’t take that crap. After you put them in their place and educate them on how they shouldn’t talk to anyone that way like some cat calling NPC, they start to really respect you?? Well to be fair you don’t know if they’re scared of you or are just putting on an act.

Y’all get closer as you stop a lot of fights that happen between them and do your best to quiet them down in class.

And they kinda just drag you to places. Once you lost a bet and were forced to go shopping with them. (If you didn’t show up, they threatened to upload a photo of you sleeping in class onto their social media.) At the mall… Childe started to pick fights with the security guard (he claims it’s the other way around but we both know it was him) and Kaeya DOES NOTHING?? He just records the whole thing while giggling like an idiot. Y’all get banned from the mall. They do nothing but apologize on the way to your house (they picked and dropped you off.) It didn’t work cause you didn’t talk to them for a month after that.

P.S. Kaeya actually has really good fashion taste and was the one the blackmail you because he wanted to Project MakeOver you??

Alhaitham-

He’s an obnoxious, self-centered asshole to everyone and you do your best to avoid him until you’re stuck together for a group project.

Even though you know to the rumors about him, you still introduce yourself like a person with manners would… BUT he cuts you off. Immediately orders that he will do the project by himself entirely. And while you would usually take that deal (cause who wouldn’t, let’s be honest) you CANNOT stand the disrespect from this MAN. You guys start arguing until the teacher has to break it up between y’all and fucking Alhaitham is just like “I’ve never been so embarrassed infront of a teacher,” as if he didn’t start the fight. smh

Anyways, it’s really rough between you guys and it’s now presentation day. After you guys present, Alhaitham turns out rather pleased with your part, and though he would NEVER admit it to you (or even himself) you actually did better on your part than he would’ve if he went solo. At the end of class, he apologizes for being so cold at first. He explains how he hasn’t had the best group partners and almost always does all the work. He asks if you’d be okay working together again.

P.S. If you said yes, y’all would turn into an unstoppable duo. And if you said no THEN GOOD. He needs a lesson.

Bennett-

You definitely decided to just look after him once you saw him drop his phone, bag, papers, and himself down the stairs multiple times. You’re basically his bodyguard atp. You literately carry around extra bandaids cause of him omg. You guys have a bunch of classes together so it’s easy for y’all to get a long. You help protect him from bullies (Bennett just attracts the worst kinds of people) and he starts to think you’re his lucky charm.

Basically starts to worship you?? Invites you to hang out in his friend group of misfits featuring Razor, Barbra, and Fischl. They play DnD during lunch too and drag you into it. Honestly it turns into a cult with you as their leader. At the end of the school year, the five of you pull a bunch of pranks on the kids who were messing with Bennet.

P.S. The cult had a name: Lord Y/N’s Pimps. Barbra came up with it because she thought calling someone a pimp was a form on endearment… the name ended up just sticking.

Xingqiu & Chongyun-

They’re those fucking kids who won’t shut up about Harry Potter or Star Wars or sum shit. Luckily for them, you can be just as geeky. You fit in pretty well with them.

Y’all met after you went off on them for spoiling the new Star Wars movie and eventually bonded over your love for those space ninjas. You get invited to watch movies and join the arcade with them 24/7. You join in on Xinqiu’s bullying of Chongyun and in turn actually out smart Xinqiu. So it balances out. They love you cause they probably get tired of each other after a lot of their own fights, but you’re always there to ground them <3

P.S BY FARRR the best people to go trick or treating with on halloween.

Xiao-

The kid who never got out of ‘emo skater boy phase’. A lot of people think he’s cool, but he doesn’t have many (tbh any) friends for two reasons. One, he’s hard to approach, and two, he’s socially awkward as fawkk.

You guys have been going to the same school for years, but never actually talked to each other until you saw him playing The Legend of Zelda on the switch. You ask to watch and he kinda just scoots over without saying anything. Weird, but you bring up how nostalgic it is to see people from back in the day to when everyone still wet their pants to how they’ve changed now. Xiao just kinda mumbles in response. He actually doesn’t want the conversation to end and sorta just awkwardly asks how you’re weekend was on a tuesday…

Once you learn he’s not as scary as he looks and is secretly a big giant marshmallow on the inside, you guys get a long pretty well. Then when he gets more comfortable with your presence, he’s so much more less awkward (a sign that he trusts you) and his real personality will start to blossom. You guys go to the park a lot and feed the ducks (WITH real duck food, may I add, and not the nasty expired bread). You guys play on the swings and exchange playlists/sound recommendations.

P.S. You wonder if he actually knows how to ride a skateboard because he’s one of those skater boys who actually just brings a skateboard with them everywhere while they never use it?? Like we get it. You have legs for a reason but then why bring the skateboard if you’re just gonna walk.

And you get closer to them all once they trauma dump on you </3

A/N: My first post wowowow | 11/01/2023

[ryujnn]

► akuma ﾟ｡ ⋆ fallen and lonely (00).

► chapter summary ﾟ｡ ⋆ the founder of the shio clan. the arranged partner. the twins. the eyes. the doting mother. the elements. the sorcerer.

► chapter warnings ﾟ｡ ⋆ referring to women as “bitches” & “whores”. mentions of death. childbirth. mentions of alcohol. i know prologues are a pain but i strongly recommend reading this to understand the rest of the series. send me an ask if you have any questions.

tag list. visual + character board. prev. next.

SEVENTY EIGHT YEARS AGO.

Yuuto Shio loved being praised. Whenever he’d go out to pick up some bitch off the street; he’d lure them in by using his energy. He didn’t even have to try— was just so gifted. No one could ever say no to those black eyes.

“Ah, lookin’ for a good time, baby?” Yuuto raises an eyebrow to the girl, eyeing her body up and down. She’s got the skimpiest outfit, heels that she can barely walk in— and a few dollars hanging out of her bra.

She stumbles forward, raising a finger to the man in front of her. “Only if yur’ willin’ to give it.”

He tucks his ring and pinky fingers, raising the rest up to his face. With a flick of his wrist, her skirt raised, the wind suddenly blowing from right under her. She squeals, using a hand to stop her skirt from lifting up and exposing her bare pussy.

A whore who’s only thought is to be fucked senseless in the backseat of a strangers car would soak it all up; watching the random man manipulate the natural elements around him. He was the only who could, especially all five.

Therefore, it wasn’t hard for him to knock up five women. He didn’t mean to, but he didn’t care, either. He could just leave the women after they have his kids— and continue traveling the world right after. Keeping all five women in a janky and foul establishment; waiting for them to give birth to his children. 

All for him to leave after, but they didn’t know that.

As those nine months went on, Yuuto Shio realizes how much he hates the two top clans -- the Zenin and Kamo households. They started to grow bigger, gain more reputation. They were praised, they were adored for having such unique power. Energy that was inherited; and dominating the jujutsu world. All that attention for knocking up some women and birthing some powerful babies?

He could do that. Yuuto Shio wanted the power. He wanted to be a prominent figure. He wanted the praise... the attention... the money… the hierarchy. How come he’s poor and living in and out of stranger homes whenever they weren’t there— when he do exactly what the Zenin and Kamo clans can.

He’s the original bearer of five; he could easily breed and breed women, right? If he could have generations of strong men, all wielding one natural element; his family would become one of the strongest. He could topple over the Zenin clan. He could destroy the Kamo household. Then, he’d get all the praise. 

That’s exactly what Yuuto Shio did. He began the journey of the Shio Clan; with the ultimate goal of becoming one of the biggest clans with the strongest men on this earth.

TWO MONTHS AGO,

Moments like these are when you’re restless. Each step towards your father’s room made your stomach twist— the sound of your black pumps weren’t enough to distract you from the crippling anxiety bubbling in the pit of your stomach.

Your father — Sousuke Shio — now head of the Shio Clan, was one certain individual. Someone who feeds off power more than food, someone who’s impulsive, intimidating but most of all…. a sick and twisted individual.

Your feet stopped, tip of your shoes against the wooden door. Quickly, your dainty hands brushed the imaginary lint from your black dress, shifting from one foot to the other. Something was tugging at your dress, screaming for you to get the hell out of there. The feeling you had for this meeting…

It was horrible.

The door slid open. You didn’t have to check to tell your sweat had made an imprint on it— closing it a little too hard in pure anxiety.

A room filled with people. Your family. House helpers, chefs, a few household pets, two guards protecting each door in the room and your lovely parents. The chatter that had been going on halted, and all eyes were on you. The bearer of five.

This was something you were entirely used to. Eyes glued on you like were a black sheep in a pen full of cotton ones. Sticking out like a prodding thumb. You’d expect it from outsiders, but your own family? Give it a break, they see you everyday.

Bowing, you clasped your hands behind your back, raising back up and taking a few careful steps towards the platform that held your parents up on their respected thrones. You cleared your throat, raising your head to see the two people who had (unfortunately) conceived you.

“Father. Mother.”

“Y/N.” Your father responded, looking over to your mother. She’d stay silent, keeping her eyes stuck on you but speaking with a gentle smile, causing your nerves to settle just a little.

You adored your mother. The woman who birthed you and lived through years of torture, shielding you from all of it. You cannot express your love for this woman verbally or physically, but if you could wrap her up in a blanket full of that love, you would.

Your father huffed, “We’ve arranged a partner for you,” His head bobbed towards the guards, alerting them to allow in whoever was standing outside. “You‘ll be married in two months.”

“What?”

Before you got the chance to process the words that your father spilled, the latch of the door opened, snapping your head towards the entry. This quick? Also, how long did they have someone waiting how there?

Long legs, dressed in black slacks, entered the door first. Your eyes followed up his frame, following the hem of his pants, up to the white button down tucked below his satin belt. Typical matching suit jacket— a black tie being adjusted by his pale, slender fingers. His white hair framed his face, despite not being too long. A beautiful color contrast with his black glasses.

Yeah, you’ve got to be kidding me.

Even past the threshold, the man walked with confidence pooling from his pores. He took each step as if he’d own the place, no concern that this could be a set—up, his eyes catching yours for a split second before checking out one of your cousins beside you.

You’d be an absolute liar if you were to pretend not to know who he was— he was someone your father wouldn’t seal his lips about. Gojo Satoru, the head of the Gojo Clan. Possibly your father’s fucking idol (despite the questionable age gap).

In seconds, you coughed up a laugh, searching the rest of the room to see if anyone was onto this joke. No one cracked a smile. Not even a stifle. This was a joke, right?!

“I…” You began, pulling your eyebrows together, turning your focus back to Sousuke. “Father. I… I decided that I wouldn’t do marriage. I decided on fighting.”

“And I’m deciding you’re getting married.” He responded, almost as if he was answering something you should’ve known. Like you were stupid. “You cannot face your brother. You’re inexperienced, Y/N. He’ll kill you. We’re practically doing you a favor, here.”

“You’re not.”

The people around you gasped, stunned at the sudden tone change. Of course they’d all expect you to speak to your father with such obedience. Like a submissive dog. They wanted you to get on your knees and lick the shoes he’s traveled through the mud with clean— because you were a woman. That’s how he looked at you, and that’s how he expected everyone to.

“You… You gave me the option to choose. To fight or get married. I’m only inexperienced because I haven’t had proper training,” You look over to the guard standing by the door, the man who you’d ‘train with’ but only actually ran for an hour before he called it quits to find a box of Twinkie’s. “No offense.”

Your father began to grow visibly upset. If this was a cartoon, he’d be crimson red, steam blowing from his ears. Maybe even with a little horn, too. “You don’t get to choose anymore.”

“Does Ryou get to choose?”

Ryou — Ryou Shio — The unfortunate case of your twin brother. The other bearer of five. Rather, most people would use that term for you. The other.

The other. The sister. The woman. The second.

Considering you were a woman, you were frowned upon in your family. Unlike you, your brother has been traveling, training, learning how to use his unique power in different areas of the world. Somewhere in the dessert so he could practice air and fire, somewhere on a island to practice water, deep in the jungles to practice earth— and up on the mountains to practice space.

All the while, you’ve been here, stuck training with family members and guards who promise to “take it easy on you.” It was entirely unfair.

Your fathers hand slammed down on the gold of his throne, causing everyone in the room to jump. Everyone except for the white—haired sorcerer in the corner; who’d been leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. He had the slightest smirk on his face, watching the whole thing unfold as if it was a sitcom.

“You know why Ryou gets special treatment?” He stands from his seat, storming down the steps, b—lining straight for you. “Because Ryou doesn’t act like a spoiled—brat, and takes what’s given to him!”

He stops right in front of you, towering over your smaller frame. “You seem to forget… You may hold all of this power, but that can quickly be taken from you. Your life was spared— you could’ve easily been put down like the other bitches before you.”

“Those bitches were your children.”

The way your family hated women was absolutely grotesque. A woman being born into the family and not being killed was rare— so yes, you had gotten lucky.

To anyone else, they’d love the princess treatment. Arranged marriage, stay at home, no violence, give birth. There’s just that 19% chance you’ll grow sick from carrying a baby with such power and die before you see your child turn 30.

“I’ll marry whoever you want me to, fine. Even if this is just a power move for you, I’ll do it.” Your fists were balled, your trimmed nails digging into the skin of your palms. Aim for blood… aim for blood. “But I am going to fight. Married or not.”

Sousuke laughs, access spit landing on your face. “Fine by me. I’ve rooted for your brother, either way,” He turns around, resting his palms on his stomach. “Less work I have to do.”

As your father returned to his chair, your mother stood to her feet. She was thin and frail— having a guard help her up as she pushed to her full height. Her bony fingers gripped his hand, keeping her eyes on you.

“Dress fitting, rehearsal dinner, cake—tasting and hair & makeup trails must be attended by you. We will handle the vendors, budgeting, invites and registry. The wedding is in two months, please confirm that you both will be attending.”

Whatever she had said went in and out of your ears. You couldn’t help but focus on your mother’s health that was clearly deteriorating.

Then, the voice behind you cut your thoughts right off.

“Confirm.”

You looked over to Satoru, sending him a questionable look. Why was he agreeing to this in the first place? He hadn’t met you before, doesn’t owe you anything either… considering the rumors you’ve heard about him, he’s usually off traveling or helping children.

What the hell was he doing?

“Yeah,” You looked back at your mother. “Whatever.”

TWENTY FOUR YEARS AGO,

“Give me one big push Himari,” The nurse hisses at her hand behind squeezed, biting back the urge to pull it away — she knew she couldn’t, disrupting an important childbirth can get you mutilated.

She pushes once more, the baby slipping out of her womb, additional nurses catching the newborn carefully in her hands. After holding the infant up, she assists the baby’s butt, showing the mother her knew child.

“The other is a beautiful, baby girl.”

Himari smiles, watching the baby girl squeeze her fists. “She’s…” She clears her throat, moistening her dry mouth. “She’s not crying. She’s moving but she’s not… she’s not crying, is she okay?”

The nurse looks over to the baby, watching her blow bubbles with her spit, opening and closing her hands. She smiles, looking back to the mother.

“She’s incredibly healthy,” She stands, moving to hand Himari her other, new bundle of joy. “Some babies don’t cry, especially gifted children. How about you hold her?”

Himari makes room with her other arm, already holding her son in one, next holding her daughter in the other. They have their designated blankets wrapped around them, one blue— the other pink. Her hearts swells at the sight of her babies.

“Ryou, meet your sister—”

The door opens, revealing the father of her children at the door. He squints at the colors of their blankets, huffing out a breath. Almost as if he was annoyed.

“Himari.” Sousuke walks over, three guards following into the room behind him. “You just had to give me a useless twin, didn’t you?”

The woman shakes her head, holding her children close to her chest. Her eyes went wide, fear oozing from her pores. She’s pleading with just a look to her husband. “Sousuke, please,” She cries, looking down to her babies and then back to the man before her. “Please don’t hurt her. They’re… They’re different. Look at them!”

Sousuke looks down at the boy who’s got his tiny lips attached to the woman’s nipple, baby hands grabbing at the flesh. The girl is still blowing bubbles with her split, puckering her lips and then poking her tongue out, repeating the process in different steps.

He frowns. “She’s just asking to get tossed.”

“Sousuke!” Himari pulls her eyebrows together, bouncing the girl on her arm. She beckons her over to him, Sousuke carefully raising her up and cradling her into his arms. “Their eyes. They don’t have color. They’re black. What does that mean?”

For a moment, Sousuke feels like he’s seen a ghost. His blood pauses for a moment and his skin goes cold. “B-black?” He uses two fingers to pry the girls eye open, looking deeply for any hue. Were they just a dark brown? That means she’s an Earth wielder. It’s really easy to mix the two of them.

But they weren’t. They were pitch black.

He quickly places the newborn baby back into his wife’s arms. “Don’t…” He begins walking, pointing to the three guards before exiting. “Don’t go anywhere! Guard this room with your lives!”

Sousuke storms off, and with each step, he grows more infuriated. A baby in the Shio Clan with black eyes hasn’t been born in over seventy years, not since Yuuto Shio had been born.

Was he really about to be surpassed? This quick? The heads of clans usually shift within fifty years— he’s the first person to take the crown after Yuuto. Sousuke has only been crowned for a decade. 10 whole years— and he’s about to possibly be surpassed.

The rules are as followed: any wielder of more than one element born in the Shio clan will fight for head of the clan— not just the head of their generation. Sousuke got lucky being born with three… he’d thought he would be the only child born with just more than one.

Now he’s got a set of twins— both wielders of five elements— and one of them is a woman.

…

When you were four, your mom would braid your hair.

“Mommy, how come you always braid my hair?” You looked up to the sky, watching the clouds slowly drift over the night.

Himari smiles, brushing your hair down your back. “Cause you just have so much!” She laughs along with your tiny giggles. You’re seated between her legs which were guarding your smaller ones. Both sat on the grass, ignoring the possible bugs crawling on your skin, simply taking in the sound of the wind. “It also makes you look strong. Strong women always have their hair placed nicely, just in case we have to take things in our own hands.”

You nodded, feeling your mothers fingers rake through your hair, beginning to braid. Your eyes drifted to the little, pink socks on your feet that your mother had sewed. “Mommy?” You call for her.

“Am I strong?”

She pauses before finishing up the braid, pulling out small strands by your ears to finish up the hairstyle. She turns you around, facing you towards her. Leaning forward, she gives you a grin.

“The strongest.”

You smile back, reaching off the ground to wrap your arms around your mothers neck. You melt once feeling her return the gesture, the smell and feeling of your mother was something you loved. You felt safe. You felt like you could do anything.

“I get it from you, Mommy,” You smush your cheeks with hers, small hands rubbing her back. “You’re so strong too!”

Himari feels a tear slide down her cheek, quickly wiping it away before pulling you from her shoulders, holding you up in front of her. “Time for bed, ‘kay?” She leans forward to kiss your forehead. “Grab a scarf and the book we didn’t finish last night.”

Nodding, you bounced off your feet, running towards your home. You waved to one of guards, slipping between them and entering the household.

Himari finally coughs into her hand, holding back the urge while you were around. She looks at her palm, seeing the red dots splattered around. With a simple sigh, she wipes it away on her pants before standing back up, following behind you.

…

When you were twelve, your mother would watch you play baseball with your cousins.

You spun your bat around, legs apart, taunting the pitcher in front of you. “Harutoooo!” Now raising the bat, you stuck your tongue out at your cousin. “You’ve got nothing on me.”

You loved baseball. You loved spending time with family and doing something so normal— you liked feeling warm with other people around. It reminds you that you’re living, that you’re not alone. You’re safe.

He laughs at your antics, shaking his head towards you. “No powers, either.” Once he raises the ball, you hear a loud voice boom from the side of you, halting the game — and catching everyone’s attention.

Sousuke walks with a boy beside him, his hand rested on top of his head. “Looks who’s joining us today!” He allows the boy to jog forward, following right after him.

The boy smiles, watching everyone drop their objects and run over to him. They all crowd around him, like a celebrity who’d just gotten off a plane, asking him multiple questions and welcoming him to the game— claiming how excited they were to see him.

How boring the game was without him.

Your father takes a spot in front of you, holding his hand out for your bat. “Ryou’s gonna take it this year, okay?” He retrieves the bat from you before walking back over to his son. He takes it every year.

“Ryou! How was the Sahara Desert?”

“You’re definitely gonna be the best clan member this generation.”

“Can you show us something cool?”

“Can you make it rain right now? Or make an earthquake? How about a wildfire?”

“It must be tiring having all that power. How’s your body? You doing okay?”

You frown, watching your brother soak up all the questions. Watching him get asked everything you wanted to get asked. He steals the show, like usual. He’s so cool. You’re nothing like him— you wouldn’t be anything like him. You knew that.

You were accepting it.

You look over to your mother, hoping to see that she was free and available to take you in her room and show off her huge lipstick collection— like she does every time she purchases a new one. You needed out of here. You wanted to see her seated in her spot under the umbrella, cheering you on like she did whenever you practiced. Not only did she enjoy watching you play— and have fun, she enjoyed the outdoors.

She loved being by the water or even sitting on some grass. Simple, she loved everything simple.

Instead, she squatted down, arms open as Ryou ran into them. She squeezes him tight, tired eyes peering down at him. She had deep bags, and her hands would shake all the time. She couldn’t hold anything without sitting down. She’d always say,

“I’m okay, don’t you get all worried about me.”

She places a firm kiss onto Ryou’s head, squeezing his cheeks between her palms. She mouths a few words to him before sending him back to the field, standing up and stumbling back to her seat.

You hated baseball. You hated being around the twin who was simply superior to you— feeling small with him around. It reminds you that you’re living, that you’re not alone. You’re second.

…

When you were eighteen, your mother would ask you to help her to the couch.

You helped your mother, safely sitting her down on the couch. She grabs the popcorn from your hand, keeping it warm in her hands. Her dull eyes peered up at you, forcing a smile your way. “Nothing sad. No sobbing into my shirt again.”

You huff, “Okay, rude,” You laugh, turning around to squat down at the television. “This isn’t sad, I think it’s action. That’s okay?”

You began flipping through disks in a container, searching for the movie you suggested, all while the smile on your mother’s face completely dropped. She raised a hand, placing it over her chest, shutting her eyes at the chronic pain in it.

She breathes in and out, forcing the pain that was hurting her out of the body. She slows her breathing, the pain slowly fading. The ringing in her ears began to quiet down, the blur in her vision subsided, and she felt okay again. Even if it was temporary, she was okay right now.

With you.

“Mom?” You looked over you shoulder, watching your mother meet your eyes with a smile. “Sound good— the movie?”

She hadn’t heard anything you recommended, and she didn’t need to. With a small nod, you returned the smile and turned back to the television, inserting the disc. “I’m telling you, this is really good. There’s a bunch of dinosaurs, but they’re cool ones, not the old ones they show in class…”

As you continued to talk, all Himari could do was look at your braid, the one she had did last night— under the stars— like normal. You had grown up so much. Your hair was much longer than when you were younger, too.

Once the movie was in, you walked over to the couch, snuggling under your mother. You were both stretched out, covered with a nice blanket she had sewed herself, popcorn accessible for the both of you to eat.

The limited time she had healed herself with was going to worth it. Himari wraps her arms around you, snuggling her face into your neck, making you giggle.

“M..Mom! You’re gonna miss the dinosaurs!!”

…

When you were twenty one, your mother offered you your first drink.

“Happy birthday, h…honey.” Your mothers shaky hands lit the two candles on your cake, slowly pushing it towards you.

You smile, looking up to your mom. Her hair began to break off, collarbones apparent, along with the bones on her fingers. She’s got the million dollar smile, though. That smile you loved seeing from her.

“Save your energy, mom,” You chuckle, reaching forward to blow out your candles. “Thank you.”

Although your mother was the only one who had ever wished you a happy birthday— who had ever given you a present or even a cake, you enjoyed it. It was like it was a tradition for you both. You looked forward to it every year.

Your mother sets a small glass in front of you, pulling another bottle from behind her back. It’s a dark liquid filled to the brim of a glass bottle— a very fancy glass at that. You’ve seen it before, seeing your father pour himself a glass whenever you both had finished bickering, or after having to visit a doctors appointment with your mother.

She tugs the top off, “Gotta drink the… the whole thing, okay? If you sip it… you’ll hate it.” It took her a little longer to speak now, having a full conversation with her was a little challenging, but she always made it work.

She could answer with a smile.

You nodded, watching her tip the bottle over and fill up the shot glass. Though, she never stopped pouring. It began to overflow, and after a few seconds, everything drops. Glass shatters and there’s a thud— and soon, your mother was on the ground.

“Mom?!” You dropped to your knees, ignoring the glass that had now stabbed you. You shook her body, attempting to wake her up, but it all failed.

“Mom!”

…

When you were twenty four, your mother asked the strongest jujutsu sorcerer to marry her daughter.

She orders the guard to drop the duffel bag onto the table, sliding over the bag of cash towards the sorcerer with her shoe.

Himari crosses her arms over her chest. “That’s 20 million yen, including extra protection for your students — and if you decide to have children, your kids will be the most powerful. You’ll get brownie points for that, too.”

Gojo sat up straight, legs crossed over one another, watching the entire situation unfold. He’s had multiple cases where mothers suggested their daughter for marriage, women have proposed to him— hell, he’s slept with a few mothers in his own lifetime. But never this. This was new. It was exciting.

He raises an eyebrow, eyes never dropping to the money. He wouldn’t say it, but he doesn’t need that. He spends the amount of money in that bag in two days, regularly — and that’s just that’s on absolutely nothing. Maybe some rare collectibles he’ll buy just for the fun of it.

Though, if she’s a woman from the Shio Clan— that has to be just her money. Gojo’s heard about the clan, he’s even heard about the men— had conversations with them before. He could figure out in seconds that this was off the job— completely behind the heads back. This must be serious.

This was risky… so why was she doing it?

“You want me to marry your daughter for pocket change and something I already give my students?” He leaned forward, uncrossing his legs to balance on his knees. “Thank you for the offer, I’m sure she’s a lovely—”

“She’ll die.” Himari keeps her hand on her stomach. Her words stopped Gojo from pushing off the seat to leave, stilling him in his position.

“She’s a twin. She holds all five elements, the first in the clan to do it since Yuuto,” She begins to cough softly, applying more pressure to her stomach. “Y/N wants to fight her brother. She holds a resentment towards him, so she’s not giving up on fighting him.”

“She doesn’t even have protection. She hasn’t fought a thing— she can’t even kill a spider without setting it on fire. She has no control… Even then, there will be no one.. no one in her corner after I die.”

Gojo pulled his eyebrows together. “Die?”

“The affect of birthing one Shio is already dangerous on the body… I just got lucky with having two.”

Obviously, Gojo feels bad. He feels remorseful for the entire situation. But marriage isn’t something you can just throw into the equation for a few weeks and then take it out. It’s like adding eggs to brownie mix, and someone tells you they’re allergic to eggs. You can’t take it out now, it’s been fucking mixed in! Marriage is serious— especially when it comes to merging two clans.

Himari clears her throat, looking down to her lap. Gojo’s eyes are rested on her, watching her push more and more pressure on her stomach— though he was curious about something.

“Why’d you pick me?”

She looks up to Gojo, studying his features for a quick second. He was either asking to get his large, ego fed, or he was asking out of general curiosity. There was no need to dissect, though. His answer probably won’t change.

“I read about what you’re doing for that boy, Yuta,” Himari smiles, looking back down at the material of her dress. “You’re fighting for that little boy. You’re not making it easy for him, either. It’s authentic, and I… I think you enjoy helping people. If I’m wrong, I’ll find myself out.”

He hums. Gojo’s banking on a lot here. He’s used to making reckless situations, having to choose between this or that— who’s life is at stake. He’s just not sure why this one decision is kicking him in the head.. he’s having a hard time deciding if this is a good idea or not.

Is there too much at stake, or is he afraid of being responsible for another mistake?

“If I agree, I don’t want your money, don’t need your protection…” He leans forward, close enough to whisper these words to her face.

“I need…”

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[allthelittlecreepycrawlies]

For coping! One of them has one of those magic incense holders like the one wangxian uses. And uses it to get in his own dream where things are nice and different from their shitty reality.

He doesn't realize he's fallen asleep until a gentle fingertip gives his nose a fondly playful tap, and he openes his eyes to find his -husband, wife, partner, beloved- giving him a grin that hints at mischief.

"Someone stayed up too late in his office again last night," the young man -name, what is his name? he knows, he doesn't- says, green eyes sparkling, then he pulls away and stands.

For his own part, he covers a yawn and then stretches, the loose sleep robes he's wearing -painting, he'd been asked to pose for a painting, his husband- his wife- his partner is skilled at- falling open a little before he draws and ties the sash. "Sorry," he murmurs, his tone of voice sounding odd in his throat.

They are married, he shouldn't defer like- He shouldn't sound like a- like a serva-

"It's fine," the ma- his partner says, still smiling. "It worked out for both of us, see?"

He doesn't think of himself as beautiful.

He can't let himself think of himself as beautiful.

The clie- his father's frie- they call him beautiful and it makes him taste of blood from biting his tongue to keep from snapping at them.

But when he sees the delicate brush strokes, the elegant curves, the carefully chosen washes of color, all made with love and care and adoration...

He thinks he could be.

As his partner's favorite muse, he could be.

"Another fine work," he says, smooth and sweet and completely free of the tears threatening to well up.

His partner beams, so easy to please, and goes to hang the painting to dry. When he's finished, he turns back and takes hold of his hands, lacing their fingers together.

"I was thinking-"

"Oh? That must have hurt," he teases with no fear, earning a laugh and his partner letting go of his hands to give him a light shove.

"Shut up!" his partner says with no heat of anger and half of another laugh. "I was thinking, since it's supposed to be gorgeous today, why don't we ask the kitchens to lay out our lunch in a-niang's garden? Just the two of us?"

There is a knock at the door.

He tries to ignore it, returning his partner's smile. "That sounds like-"

The knocking becomes more insistent.

"-I would love to-"

The knocking turns into a sharp rap.

"We could-"

"Get up already!"

He jerks, then sits up, and his eyes open. The light, airy workroom fades away -and his sweet lovely partner with it- and he is once more in his shared room south of the servant quarters.

One of his half brothers -the current youngest, until- whines and curls up in a ball under his blankets. "Do we have to? I was having such a nice dream."

He swallows hard, then carefully smothers the ashes inside the little incense burner he'd smuggled out of one of the treasure rooms months ago. "Better not be late," he says, trying to smother his emotions just as carefully.

There's going to be another meeting of the sects in just a few hours, and they know what their father will expect of them.

As he grabs his meager collection of bathing oils and utilities -it won't be long before he has to get more, and it'll come out of his tiny allowance- he tries not to think about the banquet arrangements for the night.

Except... perhaps... if he would be in attendance...

He shivers as he upends the bucket over his head, but it's not because of the cold water.

Instead, it's from the memory -dream, memory, dream- of bright green eyes and a sweet laugh.

[ultragift]

FROM: @v1U TOO: @ssstrawberryflowers

Watching A Movie Together By V1U (Happy Holidays!)

“Is this truly necessary to enjoy the holidays, Machine?”

the golden angel had asked, observing with intense curiosity the way this object, no, this being arranged the dilapidated insides of the abandoned house the two of them had wandered into something a little more palpable.

The living room, in particular, had been organized with random decorations the machine had found strewn about in the house’s attic, tinsel tossed carefully across the furniture and fake snow puffs thrown about. Once finished, V1 sat down in front of a couch that faced a large television, patting the space next to them.

“Alright, you got me.”

Gabriel sat down close, with the machine almost immediately making themself comfortable on the angel’s lap, grabbing a hold of the remote and turning the television on. Before changing the output it was on, the TV blasted static and dead air, a brief interruption that reminded the angel that the both of them were in a now abandoned world.

It didn’t bother V1 much as they changed the output quickly and switched to the main menu screen of a movie named “Home Alone”.

The movie consisted of a mischievous blond boy who was stuck at home during the holidays, having to defend himself from burglars with various well thought out traps that caused the thieves to retreat, before his family returns and reunites with the boy as they enjoy the rest of their Christmas together.

Gabriel didn’t know why they were doing this.

Almost a few months ago, he recalled the brutal bloodied fighting and the machine’s cold hands strangling his neck, and now, their fingers were intertwined as the machine rested their head on his shoulder, watching the particularly grainy film.

Part of him still resented how he had fallen from Heaven for this creature, how easy he caved to sin and how he felt warm and complex feelings in the arm of this machine. When the movie played out fully, Gabriel slowly realized the entire point.

The machine wanted to grant Gabriel the gift of celebrating a normal holiday, for once. Instead of being plagued with war, tasks by God, and smiting, he deserved a break full of gentleness and care.

He hadn’t realized the machine was capable of such actions until they would start laughing (shaking their shoulders in silence, more like) at the beats of the burglars getting hurt by the traps.

“V1,” Gabriel whispered.

V1 paused the movie, and whirred their head to look at him, tilting their head in confusion. Was he not enjoying the movie?

Gabriel shook his head. “No, it’s not that. I just...”

The angel found it hard not to tear up, as he slowed his breaths and pulled V1 into an embrace, rubbing his helmet against V1’s head.

“...Thank you for doing this for me. I had no idea why in the beginning, I thought it was a waste of time, to enjoy human activities for the sake of simply enjoying them. But, being in this decorated environment with you so close to me, as we watch this movie...I realized you wanted to give me my first Christmas.”

V1 took their hand away from Gabriel’s grasp for a moment to clap for a few seconds. Yes! He figured it out! With a happy beep, the machine wrapped their arms around his shoulders and hugged him a second time.

“Well, it has been a perfect one...Despite not having any frame of reference except this movie, and I can say with the utmost confidence that I am having a much better time than this ‘Kevin’ child was.” Gabriel chuckled.

The machine shook their shoulders in laughter at that, nodding and resuming the movie.

Gabriel couldn’t contain his tears at seeing the mother overjoyed with relief at her son being safe and the endeavor ending with a lovely display of the rest of Kevin’s family following and abandoning their fancy vacation in favor of being with Kevin and his mother.

V1 patted his back in comfort as Gabriel had to fetch a tissue and wipe the stray tears that left his helmet. He felt a little embarrassed at how badly this movie got to him since most things didn’t.

They couldn’t really explain why they were doing this for Gabriel, other than the angel had also changed the machine to think of life as more than just surviving off of blood.

Ever since Gabriel agreed to basically be their personal blood bag, their life got easier and they had to learn to indulge in other pleasures other than combat and fueling up, which lead to an interest in enjoying human activities, such as watching movies and relaxing.

So, when December rolled around in the calendar, V1 got the idea to celebrate it with Gabriel! It wasn’t particularly easy, having to scour around various cities for a still-working television with a CD player and a copy of the movie that was still intact, but they had to learn how to use the TV in the first place!

They believed it was all worth it, though, when Gabriel had tears streaming down his helmet as he slowly learned the meaning of Christmas was to spend it with those you loved. It was something that took V1 a long time to learn, and even understand, but once they did...They knew it was something they had to share with him.

Did he like the movie? Gabriel nodded as he sat back against the couch, a deep sigh escaping his lips. “Yes. I did. I really, really did. Thank you, V1.” You’re very welcome.

The machine rested their head yet again on Gabriel’s shoulder as they draped a nearby blanket over them both and closed their optic. Maybe the two should end the night with a well-deserved rest?

“Yes, that sounds like a wonderful idea...” And so they did.

[coffeeheartaddict2]

When life has other plans (6/16)

Shock and realization

Characters: Ethan Ramsey, F!MC Casey Valentine, Sienna Trinh, Aurora Emery

Warnings: language, mentions of pregnancy and pregnancy loss

Category: angst

Rating: Mature

Word count: 1479

Summary: It is the last two months of intern year. Ethan is in Brazil and comes to a realisation. Casey comes to a startling discovery.

Disclaimer: characters belong to Pixelberry

Authors note: hang on? Didn’t one of your mutuals recently do a 2 part Amazon pregnancy series? Well yes, and we have both had a laugh about it but there are major differences to mine and @cariantha ‘s And not just me doing a 16 part series either. I won’t spoil the next few chapters but enjoy my take.

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A new normal settled over Edenbrook. Casey and her friends commenced the final 2 months of their residency. None of the gang missed Landry and Casey did breathe a sigh of relief when she heard he had transferred residencies. No one in the gang bothered to find out where. Aurora moved into the roomie residence. It was a shock to Aurora, being seen as herself, not a way to her aunt but Aurora was enjoying the genuine friendship that was offered. She too decided to make a change. She decided to transfer to Mass Kenmore. She felt that she would be in a better position to carve her own path in her career. She knew that the staff there would also know her aunt but at the end of the day her aunt was not there.

There were still a band of detractors that Casey had to deal with post Ethics hearing. Those who presumed that she slept her way onto the team decided to assume that Dr Ramsey had asked for her to be on the team. This rumor made its way to Naveen and he was mortified. That decision was his own. How could he not reward the young woman who saved his life. He did compile an affidavit stating that he was not influenced by any other doctor in the decision. He was appalled that he felt he needed to do this but no one deserved to be on the end of such malicious gossip.

Work was busy and everyone was feeling it. About three weeks after Dr Ramsey left Casey started to feel more tired than usual. She had put it down to work, it had been hectic as well as doing extra study on the side, getting acquainted with some of the more exotic and more rare diseases. But she could not shake the feeling something more was up. She had worked exceedingly long hours before, particularly when she was helping with Naveen, she never recalled feeling this tired but she put it down to the emotional come down after the trial and the ending of the arrangement with Dr Ramsey. She could not deny she was missing him. Not personally but at work also, and not just him yelling at interns either. She knew it was going to be difficult to go back to a pre Miami footing. She knew that the mission was going well and that he was working hard but the limited contact was still hard. She hoped that they could maintain a friendship with him upon his return but she knew that was also fraught. Somewhere along the way she fell for him.

Meanwhile down in Brazil, Ethan too was a mess. The work was hard and equally rewarding. The days were long which he was thankful for, as well as the relaxing commute via motorbike along the Amazon but the nights were hard. After a week he knew that going back to a pre Miami setting was going to be futile. Instead of time apart helping them grow apart it helped him realize just how far he has fallen. He did not think it was love just yet, but he felt that he was well on the road there. He had trusted her with Naveen, which was a big deal to him, he did not trust easily. Then his thoughts went to the work dynamics. He knew June would have the most troublesome. She was a good behavioural psychologist and that did give some great insight sure but it was her mind games he knew she liked to engage in mind games and she would most likely call into question any merit, especially if there were changes to reporting. There was also the lack of guarantee that Casey still reciprocated his feelings. He decided that he needed to speak to Casey upon his return. He still thought of work arounds, as if she did feel the same way then he wanted options on the table of how it could work.

Six weeks and a half weeks after Ethan left Casey was more tired than usual and she was concerned. She had never being this tired and now she was starting to feel nauseous. Then she looked at an app on her phone.

Fuck” she said, “this can not be happening”

She was late and for someone who had never being late this was a shock. She sat there in a daze then Aurora and Sienna walked in. They were shocked.

“What is wrong Casey?” Asked Sienna

“Yeah, what is wrong, you look shook.” Said Aurora then Sienna saw the phone screen.

“What…”

“I had been tired a lot lately but I put it down to work, despite having worked similar hours before.”

“Have you tested?” Asked Aurora.

“No, I am scared.”

“I would be too, I have to ask..”

“It is Ethan’s yes.” Interjected Casey.

Do we have a test here?” Asked Aurora.

“No.” Said Casey.

“Ok, I will go to the chemist, grab a test. Sienna, get started on some baked goods and when I come back we will be emotional support while you take the test.”

The girls went about their tasks while Casey had a drink of water and tried to remain calm. Aurora came back with the test and Casey went to the bathroom. She peed on the stick and set the timer on her phone. The time seemed to go agonizingly slow. The timer went off and she took the test out with her.

“So…?” Asked Sienna.

Casey took a deep breath and looked at the test.

It was positive and Casey let out a sob before muttering “this can not be happening?”

She looked again and the result was still the same.

Aurora and Sienna let Casey cry as they hugged her. Casey had being ambivalent about kids in the past but now she was here pregnant to a man that she fell for, who ended their arrangement as he was to be her boss but most importantly to a man she knew did not want kids.

“I can not keep it.”

“Why not?” Asked Aurora

“What about my residency? The fellowship? There is still a rabid camp of people who think I slept my way onto the team. A pregnancy will be hard to hide at a certain point…”

“You are not alone Casey…” said Sienna.

“He does not want kids Si, I helped him test the FMRI machine awhile ago, I asked. He does not want them. I know he does not need to be involved…”

“But nothing,” said Aurora. “It is your decision at the end of the day but what if he has changed his mind?”

“I know he hated that we had to end things. But that is no guarantee we would work, besides I would feel as though that he is staying out of obligation and I do not want that.”

Aurora and Sienna understood where Casey was coming from.

“Thank you both for being there for me, I am going to head off to bed.” Casey bids good night and goes to bed and falls into a troubled sleep.

“What do you think she will do?”

“I know him and my aunt split up because they wanted different things, and since she knows that he does not want kids I get the reluctance to keep it so I will be surprised if she does.”

Sienna nodded.

“Either way we will be there for her.”

Meanwhile Casey looked at her schedule for the coming days. She did not have a day off until right before Ethan returned. She knew that she probably should tell him but she knew contacting him would be difficult but she did not want to leave a voicemail or text. She also knew that waiting until he came home would delay the inevitable and the longer she left it the more likely that surgery was her only option. So she took the decision to not tell him and that she would use her day off to have a medically induced abortion.

The day came, she got her script. Listened to the spiel about what was normal and what was not and headed home. She took the medication as stated and went to bed.

That night Ethan arrived back and went to Donahue’s to see if he could see Casey. He was disappointed to see that she was not there, even though her friends were. He knew he would see her the next day and if he was been honest, he was exhausted so a long chat about feelings was the last thing he wanted.

Casey had a troubled sleep, she was nervous about the abortion but above all nervous about seeing Ethan and the fellowship. Deep down she knew it was right but she could not shake a feeling in her stomach.

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Authors note: I know that this is a triggering topic. I had a thought that lead to this series about if MC was pregnant during the reset and she decided not to keep it and low and behold another AU series.

If this has been triggering I urge you to contact support services in your state or country. If you have questions on why I chose this path my dm’s are open. The following chapters will have some drama and some clear differences from canon. What happens in this chapter does have an impact on their relationship and that will be explored.

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Happy holiday season @mari-onberry !!! I’m your Secret Santa this year! Please accept this very special Lukanette fic! All the best in 2023!

An enormous thank you to all of the @mlsecretsanta team for organizing this wonderful event!!! 

Many thanks to @goblin-alchemist​ for betareading this!

The Siren Song

Summary: The siren song is a beautiful and treacherous thing, they say. But Prince Luka never listened to old tales; he always listened to his heart instead. So when his heart fell for the divine melodies sung by the full moon over the boundless ocean, he knew the myths were wrong. For whoever sang that song, must have had a beautiful soul and a pure heart. The raven hair and ocean-blue eyes were a nice bonus. Too bad he was a bit too preoccupied with drowning to properly appreciate them.

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Chapter 1. If you sing to the mermaids 

If you sing to the mermaids, they come when you're drowning — Tori Amos

The evening was particularly calm at the sea. The Liberty was being gently lulled to sleep over the sluggish waves. There was a storm brewing far on the horizon, its tall clouds made even darker courtesy of the full moon. But if Prince Luka averted his eyes from the boiling bulks of lightning, he could pretend it was a tranquil evening, just like the one a month ago. 

He found it hard to believe that four whole weeks had passed since the Liberty had set sails to take him to faraway lands in search for a suitable match. Despite his mother’s objections, his father, King Jagged, had been unusually insistent on finding Luka a bride worthy of the crown prince. And Luka, ever the obedient and good-natured son, met princess after princess, heiress after heiress, some daughters of noblemen in the mix as well. Some had been stunningly beautiful, others - as he’d been told - unimaginably rich. Some had talent for embroidery, flower-arranging, cricket or other skills considered useful in high society. Some had shown interest in music, either in singing or playing instruments, yet Luka found each performance lacking the essence and passion he so desired in a soulmate. 

Juleka, his sister, mocked him for being picky. The truth was much simpler. His heart had already been taken, only he couldn’t say so out loud.

How could he, when he hadn’t even laid eyes on the one he’d fallen for? When he wasn’t even sure she existed, that he hadn’t dreamed of her that night of the full moon a month ago?

Such thoughts ran through his head, as Luka stood on the prow gazing on the dark, oily waves, straining his ears, searching for the notes of the song that had captured his heart. The melody had seemed out of this world, sung in a bizarre language, in a scale he’d never encountered despite his thorough musical education. Yet in some unfathomable way it had reached right into his soul and imprinted itself in his memory forever. 

Wind picked up, ruffling Luka’s hair and filling his lungs with salty air. The prince pulled out his guitar, he strummed the strings, listening to the wind whispering in the instrument’s belly. He felt the world holding its breath and he found himself waiting, wound tightly just below the breaking point.

Then came the song. 

Vibrant notes carried over the ocean, pulling at his heartstrings like no melody had ever done before. Luring him in, making him want more, making him wish it’d never end. Luka gasped, realizing this was his moment of truth, that he hadn’t been imagining things or slowly going crazy. He had been right the whole time. 

For a few moments he let himself be submerged in the music. When it filled him to the brim he took a deep breath. He raised his guitar and joined the song in an impossible duet, just like that first time one month ago. 

The voice, searching and wistful at first, turned joyful, excited even, as if the guitar was a long missing friend. It greeted the new addition with enthusiasm, relishing the new harmonies, new possibilities that came from combining the vocal and the instrument. Unified the voice and the guitar transformed the song into something greater than its parts.

It flew over the water. It echoed in the ship’s hull. It filled the sails.

Enchanting. 

Mesmerizing. 

Spellbinding. 

Luka was lost in the music, in the feeling of finally being complete. He reached deeper to the underlying rhythm and discovered it synchronized with his own pulse, a perfect harmony of two heartbeats. The heartsong he’d been looking for, the one he’d been drawn to, the one he’d been destined to join. His soulmate, he realized, opening his eyes.

And then the storm hit.

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It wasn’t unusual for Marinette to sing in the evenings nor was it uncommon for her to dream of the adventures in faraway lands, above the sea, among the two-legged people she frequently spotted on the beaches and on those wooden sea beasts called ships. Yet, she never dared to sing above the surface, allowing her voice to be heard by ears other than those belonging to the merfolk. At least not until that last full moon, when she had succumbed to the strange desire that had awakened in her, urging the little mermaid to swim up to the surface and let her song flow freely over the waves. 

Something told her that was where she was supposed to be, and that was what she was supposed to be doing. She never expected to be answered back. She never would have guessed her performance wouldn’t be a solo, but instead a duet out of this world. 

The boy had been standing in the moonlight, high over the water. His dark hair had been tinted blue at the tips, as if he’d dipped them in the ocean. His eyes reflected the moonlight, glowing unnaturally bright, while he stared out into the darkness with a faraway expression upon his handsome face. She’d wondered what he was dreaming about at that moment. At first she had thought he’d been singing, but then she noticed the instrument he’d been wielding, a brown box with strings. The melody had been divine, soft and tender, reaching out, searching. It found her song and entwined itself with it, creating a new harmony, filling the pauses, completing the rhythm, until the song became a perfect amalgam of water and land, of above and below, of human and mer. 

It had left Marinette wanting to follow the ship, to never separate from the boy. And she might have just gone for it if it wasn’t for Tikki. Her crab chaperon had caught up with her at the last moment. She pinched Marinette’s tail, quite painfully, snapping the girl out of her reverie. The ship had disappeared from sight long before Tikki finished scolding Marinette for her unauthorized evening swim. 

Since then the little mermaid anxiously awaited news of ships passing over their kingdom, but none of them sported the characteristic eyes and whale-like smile of the boy’s vessel. She almost lost hope she’d ever see him again. Her heart ached at the thought, as if that stranger, who hadn’t even seen her, took a part of her with him and she’d never be complete again without it. 

Tikki must have had a word with Alya, because her guppy childhood friend kept a close eye on Marinette for the whole month and asked a lot of pointed human-related questions. Finally Marinette was able to coax Nino, the googly-eyed turtle, to ask Alya out, freeing herself of her orange-tailed friend’s company.

As luck had it, this was the night of the full moon. Marinette feigned going to bed early to get King Tom and Queen Sabine off her scales. Then, she set out to find if she was indeed as lucky as she’d been dubbed by the royal court. 

Anxiously, Marinette swam to the surface and began her siren song. She sang of all the hopes and dreams, the feelings that came to her that fateful night, the heartache that followed. She felt the world falling silent around her, bewitched and enthralled by this new song. The wind carried it into the night, but only the moon listened.

She almost gave up, but then she heard the soft and sweet sounds of the instrument - guitar, as she’d learned - calling out to her. 

She saw him standing on the prow, eyes closed, fingers dancing over the strings. His whole being seemed to be consumed by music, her music. Marinette would be a liar if she said she didn’t like the thought. But just as he seemed to be spellbound by the melody, she felt similarly smitten. She hadn’t even locked eyes with him, yet she felt the connection between them, a bond stronger than anything she’d experienced in her life. 

At the next flash of lightning, he opened his eyes and looked straight at her. Marinette froze, hypnotized by his gaze, unable to look away. Her voice died in her throat, just like the guitar grew silent. 

A beat of silence. Two heartbeats. Three - and then came the hurricane drowning everything in rain and wind. 

Marinette found it difficult to stay above the water, the waves tossing her any way they liked. She tried her best to stay close to the ship, because each time she resurfaced she saw him standing right there, despite the gusts and the rain, looking for her. As if he cared for no one else in the entire world. As if the storm, the ocean’s wrath didn’t matter to him at all.

As if he had eyes only for her. 

Another lightning bolt struck dangerously close and she dove below the surface for cover. When she reemerged, several other humans had appeared up on the deck, scurrying about with a chaotic, frantic energy. Her eyes darted around, seeking out her musician, but she couldn’t spot him anywhere among the men. A round object bobbed on the water, tethered to the ship with a thick rope, while the crew kept shouting and pointing towards it. 

Marinette’s stomach clenched. Chills descended down her spine, shaking the fin of her tail. Something was wrong. She dove to where the crew were pointing. At the next flash of lightning she saw her musician frantically fighting the currents, kicking and waving his hands. Despite his efforts he kept sinking further and further down, pulled back by a maelstrom he’d gotten caught in. 

Never in her life had Marinette raced so fast. In a blink, she was at his side, wrestling with the vortex, pulling him away from its clutches. She wrapped him in a tight embrace, shielding him from the currents, but stopped her finning when he looked at her in astonishment.

‘Hi,’ she uttered shyly, suddenly extremely aware of their closeness.

He opened his mouth to reply but only a few bubbles of air came out. Then, he passed out in her arms.

Right, humans needed air from above the water to breathe. Marinette rushed back to the surface. 

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Everything I Posted On AO3 In 2022

Wishes On Cake - Niko/Joonas. Posted: January 17th. Written for Niko’s 27th birthday.

Niko celebrates his birthday by meeting up with his bandmates at a bar. Joonas gets self conscious, when he realizes he's the only one who got Niko an actual gift. By the time he actually presents the gift to Niko, he's drunk. He knows he shouldn't say how he feels. Not when he's barely coherent like this. But, he just can't hold his feelings back anymore.

Be My Bloody Valentine Tonight - Joel/Joonas. Posted: February 14th. Written for Valentine’s Day.

Joonas comes knocking on Joel's door, the morning of February 14th, to show him the Valentine card he just found. Joel is nursing a hangover, and doesn't particularly want to hear about it...until Joonas explains that he thinks the card may have come from a stalker fan.

Heaven Or Hell - Joel/Niko. Posted: March 27th. Part 1 of the Angels & Demons AU.

Joel is an angel of the Lord, and there's a human boy that he is supposed to protect. Unfortunately, the demon Niko intends to seduce this same boy into sin. How far will Joel go to protect him? Or - is he only telling himself that's why he's doing this?

I Keep On Falling - Joel/Joonas. Posted: April 2nd. Part 2 of the Angels & Demons AU.

After his dalliance with Niko, Joel has become a fallen angel. He hates himself for losing his wings - but, he realizes that there's one positive thing about this whole situation. There's no longer any reason for him to avoid his ex, Joonas.

Joonas had no idea that an angel lost his wings last night - until Satan orders him to bring the new Fallen One to Hell.

I’m No Saint - Joel/Aleksi/Niko. Posted: April 3rd. Part 3 of the Angels & Demons AU.

It's been three years, since Joel and Joonas decided to run from the Devil. It was foolish, to think that they could stay this way forever. Satan catches up to them, and orders Joel to seduce his first mortal soul. Just to twist the knife, the mortal that he's been ordered to corrupt is Alex - the very person that Joel lost his wings in the first place to save.

An old 'friend' appears at Helsinki Ice Hall, all too willing to help Joel carry out his sinful mission.

Run For The Hills - Tommi/Olli. Posted: June 23rd. Written for Tommi’s 26th birthday.

Olli just wants to take his boyfriend on a cute picnic date for his birthday. But, the local wildlife interrupts.

Three Summers In Hanko - Joel/Joonas. Posted: August 2nd. Written for BC Summerfest.

Joonas met Joel in the summer of 2009, three months before he turned fifteen. Joel's family bought a summer home in the Hanko Peninsula, right next to the vacation property Joonas' family was renting. After a chance meeting, they became fast friends. It's hard to part ways when summer vacation ends.

Fast forward to 2010. Joel is so excited to see his friend again, when he returns to Hanko, the following summer. But, an unexpected revelation, threatens to destroy their friendship forever. Can they get back, what they once had? Or will their bond melt away like ice cream on a hot summer's day?

Flufftober With Blind Channel 2 - Multiship. Posted: October 1st - 24th. Drabble collection.

…I only finished the first 23 days of this challenge. Oops. ^^;

My Boys - Niko/Reader. Posted: December 14th. Just 209 words of Boyfriend!Niko + cat lol

You're cuddling with Niko on a cold winter's night. Rommi wants to join.

Castle In The Woods - Niko/Joonas. Posted: December 25th. Vampire AU. Written for BC Blood Mass.

Joonas flees his remote mountain village, hoping to escape an unwanted arranged marriage and start a new life. But, when a snowstorm hits, he finds himself hopelessly lost. He and his loyal servant take shelter in an abandoned castle.

But, alas, the castle wasn't as "abandoned" as Joonas thought. And now the master of the castle won't let him leave....