#enchanted hot chocolate is the best hot chocolate

[laurapetrie]

Oppressed with sleepiness, she went to bed and was snuggling down in the perfumed sheets when her eyes fell on the little table by the bedside. Someone had set a cup of hot chocolate there; half asleep, she reached out her hand for it and drank it. Her eyes closed and she fell into a delicious slumber where she dreamed of her lover, a prince as handsome as the God of Love in picture-books, and when he spoke it was with a voice that went straight to her heart.

Arthur Quiller-Couch, "Beauty and the Beast" from The Sleeping Beauty and Other Fairy Tales from the Old French (1910)

[mingigoo]

chocolate || Choi San (m.)

❆ pairing ⇢ (fem) reader x brother’s best friend! Choi San

❆ summary ⇢ you never got along with your brother’s best friend San, but you really never needed to. His pretty face and cocky attitude pissed you right off. But when he shows up on New Year’s Eve when you’re home alone, and a snowstorm forces you to stay together for the time being, you can’t help yourself from his enchanting charms—and sexy ass body.

❆ genre/au ⇢ smut, forced proximity, brothers best friend au, snowed in au

❆ warnings/tags ⇢ 18+ MINORS DNI, fingering, shower sex, oral sex (male receiving), slightly rough but really not too much, creampie, unprotected sex, the power goes out and they want to fuck each ther so bad I’m sorry

❆ word count ⇢ 5.2k

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The snow crunched under your feet as you walked up to your parents' home.

Christmas had just passed—although both your mom and dad were out of the area, having the time of their lives in the warmth of another country. You envied them, but you were happy to be back in town after a rough breakup and a messy semester.

When you walked in the door with a bag of groceries and now covering your eyelashes, your little brother Wooyoung sat on the couch in the living room, star-shaped shades on his face and a shiny jacket over his bare chest.

“What….why are you dressed like that?” you inquired, shoving your snowy shoes off your feet.

He stared at you blankly. “Are you stupid?”

You scoffed, walking past him to put the bag of groceries away—groceries that were solely for baking cookies. A perfect way to spend the night.

He stood up and followed you in. “Y/n, it’s New Year's Eve. How else should I be dressed?”

You forgot about it. All of it. It already pained you that you were alone this new Year after spending four of them with the same man.

You shoved the bag of flour into the cabinet aggressively. “I don't know, not like a disco ball? That jacket is gonna get puked on and ruined.”

He looked over at you, noticing your distaste. “Are you…..is Soobin, you know, coming in for the holiday? He already missed Christmas.”

Soobin decided to dump you for reasons unknown. You believed it was because he was chasing his dream of becoming an idol, and he couldn't have a bunch of sexy baggage like you, so you let him lose you. 

But if that wasn't the case and he broke up for you for the hell of it, you would strangle that stupid hot boy and let him pay for his crime of losing the best he’s ever had.

Anyway…

“Oh, we broke up,” you shoved the stuff around in the cabinet, hoping to distract your brother from the horrible news. You didn't tell him the whole time you've been home. You've been avoiding it—it was already embarrassing to be dumped, more so around Christmas.

It did not, in fact, distract him.

“Holy fuck, really?” he leaned forward, intrigued. “Why? What did he do?”

“Oh, you know,” you bit the corner of your lip, trying not to look like you were lying straight through your teeth. “He’s chasing his dream. I broke up with him so he didn't have to struggle with the girlfriend baggage and all. He was so heartbroken….”

Woo blinked. 

“Oh, girl,” he offered a sincere smile. Well, as sincere as wooyoung could possibly get. “He dumped your ass, didn't he?”

You stared at him for a second. You couldn't get past him—he’s seen breakups way too many times with San by his side.

“Yep.”

You stood there in silence for a minute or two, trying your best not to reminisce on your relationship—even though you were over him. It wasn't even about Soobin; rather, it was the aching feeling of being someone’s number two. A career, an understandable priority, still felt like a slap in the face to you, as you were less important in his eyes. You can joke with yourself and others all you want—but you crave that feeling of being someone’s pride and joy. Someone’s only thought when the world is about to end.

“Welp,” Woo sighed, not knowing what to say. “I have to head out soon. I’m meeting up with San and Yeosang to head to the party.”

You sighed, leaning against the counter behind you. “Have fun.”

He pondered for a second, sticking his tongue into the inside of his cheek. “Wanna come with us?” he asked.

You shook your head, already not feeling like doing anything—especially anything involving…..San. “No, no, you go have fun,” you smiled at him as best as you could.

He nodded, but gave you a look of worry before he left the kitchen.

You followed him like a lost puppy as he tossed his shoes on in the doorway, struggling to bring his chucks over his heel—his frat shoes, as he likes to express. The shoes he doesn't mind puking on. You watched in enjoyment as he wrestled his shoes.

“I’ll be back later,” he ruffled your hair tenderly, but the grimace on his face felt like he wanted to tackle you—in a playful way, of course.

“Be safe—”

He shut the door with a smirk before you finished your sentence.

—

“A sudden storm will be rising upon us within the next hour or so, with wind gusts up to……”

You could hardly hear the TV from the kitchen as you blasted Christmas music, flour on every square inch of you. You were baking—your favorite hobby. It’s been a while since you were able to bake carefree, and now that you had an unlimited amount of free time, you were going to bake as much as you missed out on. 

As you shoved in another pan of cookies into the oven, you heard the door open and shut loudly, so loud that you were able to hear it over your music.

“Wooyoung, what the hell?” you grumbled, your back turned from the doorway as you fixed up the already baked cookies to cool. “Can you slam that shit any louder? And aren't you supposed to be at a party?”

Silence. No response. 

“I said, aren't you supposed to be—”

And when you turned around, it was most definitely not wooyoung in the kitchen doorway.

You dropped a cookie onto the floor. 

“Well,” San smirked, his grey hood covering his dark hair, his lips curled sexily, and his eyebrows raised. “Aren't you a beauty?”

You stood there in a flour-covered apron, flour-covered hair, face, and everything in between, looking at the man across the kitchen table.

“San,” you breathed, brushing your hands off on your apron and bending down quickly to pick up the dropped cookie. “What are you doing here? Wooyoung told me he was meeting up with you.”

“To see you, of course,” He purred, taking a step closer to you. He walked around the table to get to where you were standing, and not surprisingly, he lifted a finger to the corner of your lips and then continued to taste it on his own. 

You shivered in what you wished was disgust.

His eyes lit up as he tasted it, licking his lips. “Mmm. Chocolate?” he hummed, leaning against the counter next to you. He pulled down his hood to reveal his messy, silky black hair. “You've always been such a great baker.”

“You scoffed, turning back to the stove to check on your cooling cookies. “Why are you here?”

“You just asked me that.”

“Yeah, but you didn't answer correctly.”

“I’m here to see you, baby,” he leaned forward. 

You leaned back.

“Ha!” you laughed sarcastically, picking up your spatula to wield it like a weapon in his direction. When you met his gaze, you felt your stomach drop from his pretty smile and his sickening gaze. “Wooyoung isn't here, alright? So you better leave, or I will kick you out—”

“I’ll just wait here for him until he gets back.” San shrugged, stealing a cookie before running away from the kitchen.

You followed him into the living room, tracking your flouriness all over the place. “Can't you just go home? I don't understand why—”

He was standing in front of the TV as your voice trailed off. Apparently, there was a huge storm that no one saw coming. San watched intently as he snacked happily on the cookie as if finding out that there was a blizzard outside was the best news he’d ever heard.

“A blizzard?” you freaked out, running up to the screen right next to him. After watching for a few moments, you went to the window, looking out to see the roads completely covered and the wind blowing a dusting of white all over the place.

“Oh….I didn't see that coming,” San’s irritatingly attractive voice spoke from right behind you, and when you turned around, he stood with a sinister smile on his face.

“You should go, for real,” you sighed, looking up into his eyes before moving your gaze anxiously. “Before you can't.” 

He peered over your shoulder, letting out a puff of air. “I don't think I can drive back on the roads like this….” he sighed, tilting his head at you. “It's too dangerous.”

You blinked, trying your hardest not to cave into those lustrous cat-like eyes. He blinked at you now, his expression unreadable.

It's been ages since you saw this man—ages, and he still treats you as if you were best buddies all your life. In reality, you've never once liked the guy. His hair pissed you off, his crooked smile boiled your blood, and god, his ears? Why were they so cute? How can ears be cute? Don't get yourself started on his lips…..lips that you….may have kissed once or twice all those years ago.

He never talked about it, so you just ignored it.

And now that you were thinking about his lips, your eyes dropped down to them, and when you realized, you cleared your throat and brought your gaze back up to his eyes.

“If you stay, you have to act like you're not here,” you breathed, crossing your arms over your messy apron. He looked down—down at your cleavage and smirked. “Eyes up here, mister.”

He hesitated to move his gaze, and when he did, your stomach flipped once more—god, maybe you just needed to get laid. It's been ages since you had a good fuck….

No. what were you thinking? No. no, no. Stop it.

You took a second to gain your thoughts before speaking again. “Just… don't do anything until wooyoung gets here.”

He stood close to you, looking down with those seductive eyes, his smile blindingly attractive. He didn't even need to speak to make your knees weak—which was probably why you hated him so much.

He bent his head to get closer to you, that smile still on his face. 

“Can I speak, master?” he nearly moaned, biting the corner of his lip. “I feel like it would be unfortunate to remain silent during our….reuniting time.”

You let out a little chuckle. “What? Reuniting time?” you uncrossed your arms. “That's funny. We were never close enough to unite in the first place.”

“Oh, y/n,” he purred, reaching out to twirl a finger around your hair. You wanted to run away. Your mind told you to, but everything else craved him—as it always has. “I would say we united many times, haven't we?”

He looked like he wanted to grab you as tight as he could and swallow you whole—but the conflict in his eyes said no. you watched his eyes dance around you, how his hand froze mid-air within your hair, and his lips flat in a line.

And it took everything in you to move away from him. 

You took a step back, watching his eyes drop to your feet.

“You can stay,” you coughed, looking anywhere but him. “But don't…don’t bother me. Don't talk about….uniting, or reuniting, or whatever…..” you huffed, giving him one last look before running into the kitchen, only to find the cookies in the oven burnt to a crisp.

And once again, the cycle began. San’s enchantment was whirling around you, capturing everything in its wake. Your heart never belonged to you—no, it always belonged to him.

And he will make sure you will never forget it.

—

San sat at the table, watching you intently as you made another batch of cookie dough.

“How’s school?” he asked you, his voice soft.

You shrugged, stirring the dough with your bare hand, as there was no mixer. “It's fine, same same.”

He nodded, his chin held up by his palm. You continued to mix the dough.

“How’s what's his name? Soo—Soomin? Soojin? Soo–”

“Soobin?” you asked, trying not to smile at his obvious distaste.

He nodded, a frown on his lips.

You didn't get to respond as your phone interrupted the conversation.

“Ugh,” you huffed, holding your dough-covered hands in the air, unable to get your phone in your pocket. “Can you…can you get my phone for me?”

San stood up. “Where is it?” 

You pointed to your back pocket. “There, in my pocket.”

When he got next to you, he hesitated on reaching to get it, but when you gave him the death stare, his gentle hand glided down your back, down your ass, and to your pocket. You froze at his touch and nearly missed the phone call from your mess of emotions. 

He answered the call for you and held it up to your ear.

“Hello?”

“Oh, thank god,” wooyoung breathed. “Don't go anywhere, alright?”

You scoffed, looking down at your dough-covered hands and your filthy clothes. “Ah, I wouldn't worry about me going anywhere. I’m definitely not fit for an outing.”

Wooyoung didn't laugh like his normal self. “For real, don't go anywhere. I won't be home for a good while because of the storm, so make sure you stay safe and warm.”

“Awe, I didn't know you cared so much about me,” you cooed, but when you saw San’s little smile at your words, you immediately swallowed hard, lost in thoughts you shouldn't be having while you're on the phone.

“Anyway, just be safe,” Woo sighed, taking a breath in. “I’ll be living off this shitty-ass beer and stale cookies. These sons of bitches are so cheap I swear—”

Without warning, the lights flickered slightly.

And then they went completely off, leaving you and San with no lights, no power, no anything.

“What the fuck—”

“For fucks sake,” San hissed, catching him off guard. Wooyoung, however, perked up the minute he heard a man.

“Who’s there with you? I heard a voice?”

“Oh, it’s just San,” you mumbled, looking up at him, where his eyes even sparkled in the dark. You forgot your train of thought for a moment. “He came here looking for you.”

“Yeah, right. That dude’s been obsessed with seeing you ever since he knew you were coming home. What a little pussy. He had to make up a lie to come over? Pfft—”

“Ah, oh no, looks like we lost service too—you’re breaking up—” San coughed, and after a moment of time for wooyoung to react, he hit the end button, tossing your phone onto the counter with haste.

You gave him a funny look as he tried to ignore your gaze. The room was extremely dark—not a single light source other than the little bluish glow from your home screen on your phone. 

You had no idea what to say to him; he didn't know what to say, either. You just stood in the dark kitchen, the oven at a standstill, and so were your feelings. He was looking down at his feet, trying his hardest not to look at you—although it was too dark to see you, anyway.

“Guess I’m done baking,” you hummed, giving him a slight look of curiosity before you took the cookies out of the cold oven. 

“Yeah, that won't work now,” he muttered quietly, very much unlike his usual dickhead way of speaking. He swallowed hard, too close to you. 

You stood strong right in front of him, your body telling you to grab him by the neck and kiss those gorgeous lips of his. Maybe you were just that desperate to feel something after your breakup—or maybe you always wanted San—either way, you were so close to giving in to your desire, but you pushed yourself away and took off your apron slowly.

“You never….you never answered my question earlier.”

You set the apron down on the counter next to your phone. It shut off now, leaving you in complete darkness, with San only a shadow in front of you.

You frowned, but you couldn't see the look on his face in front of you. “What question?”

“About how Soobin is?”

You scoffed, trying your best to look up into San’s eyes. You saw them sparkle slightly, and you stared into them. “So you do know his name.”

“I really don't care what his name is, y/n,” he grumbled, taking a step closer to you.

You smiled, knowing by the tone of his voice that he was aggravated. “Well, if you must know, I really don't know how he is.”

San grew quiet, but you heard him take a breath in. “what do you mean?”

“We broke up, so I wouldn't know how he is, alright?” you hissed at him, but only to get a reaction out of him—god, you didn't know what you’d do if what wooyoung said was true—that if San came here to see you, that he was waiting to see you for ages, that he’s irritated over the fact you’ve had a boyfriend—all of it would send you into a spiral. You always told yourself you'd need to be completely wasted to even think of San in a new light….but here in the dark, with his hot breath caressing your cheeks, you were ready to say fuck it to your facade. 

He didn't say anything for a while. He just stood there, his one hand leaning against the table to hold himself up. 

“You…broke up with him?” he hummed quietly.

“Mhm,” you nodded, tilting your head up to try and meet his gaze.

He swallowed, nodding. “Mmm. I see,” he smiled—at least it looked like he did. “Nice.”

“Nice?” you furrowed your brows.

“Well, I mean, I never liked the guy, so—”

“Why?”

“I don't know—”

“Yes, you do know,” you took a step even closer, causing him to catch his breath. “What’s the reason?”

He sighed, his breath dancing across your skin. “Well, like, two years ago or so, when we were out at the bar,” San took a second to form what he wanted to say, and you stood and looked up at him without a blink. “He got you a drink with Malibu in it.”

You blinked, confused. “So? I don't even remember that San, I don't know why you're bringing that up—”

“Because you hate coconut, y/n,” he interrupted you, his tone of voice exasperated. “And you hate going to bars—they stress you out. You didn't even finish the drink before he got you another and didn't even care to know what you liked…so I didn't like him.”

You stood there, mouth slightly dropped after his words. 

That was enough of a confession for you. 

“So….you didn't like him because he got me a coconut drink or….” you reached out, your fingers delicately draping over his that were resting on the table. He jumped slightly at your touch as if he was never expecting it. “Or because you could do better than him?”

San remained still as you let your fingers glide up his arm, feeling the softness of his hoodie that you wished to take off.

“....I think you know why I didn't like him….” He breathed.

You leaned forward in the dark, your gaze piercing right into his. Your hand met the base of his neck, sending shivers down his spine from the coldness of them. He let out a sound of pleasure at your touch, your other hand meeting his waist.

You didn't say anything else. You just wanted to fall into him, even with the consequences; it didn't matter what would happen tomorrow. He was breathing shallowly, his lips parted, begging you to kiss them as if he was waiting forever. 

And as if they knew the timing, the lights flickered back on, revealing a lovestruck San—his eyes hazy with desire and his expression out of a book.

His fingertips found their home on the side of your cheek, holding your face gently, carefully, as if you were glass.

You were less than an inch away from his lips, but before you pressed them to his, you stepped back, knowing that you were a filthy mess—you didn't want him to spend this time with you while you were embarrassingly messy.

“I….” you paused, pulling away from his hold. “I…need to shower,” you mumbled, giving him a look.

He blinked slowly. “A…shower?” 

“Yeah.”

With one last look at him, you saw the hesitation in his eyes. You walked past him, brushing up against him before you walked up the steps.

And before you got to the bathroom at the end of the hall, you heard his clunky footsteps make their way up the creaky stairs.

“Wait, hold on,” he huffed, grabbing your wrist to turn you around. “What was that?”

You looked at him innocently. “What was what?”

He furrowed his brows. “You know, that.”

You shrugged, fighting the smile that begged to arise. “What?”

He groaned, dropping your hand in a fit. “You were going to kiss me.”

You tilted your head, playing with him. “Was I?”

“Were you not?”

“I don't know.”

“Yes, you do know! You were literally about to kiss me—”

“And what if I was?” you whispered, your eyes slanted with mischief. He looked at you, his own expression changing from confusion to….well, more confusion. 

He bit his bottom lip. 

“Am I supposed to follow you into the shower?”

You smiled, letting him decide what you wanted him to do.

With a curt turn, you opened the bathroom door, leaving it open a crack, inviting him in.

You took off your messy top, covered in flour. You waited patiently, taking off your bra and your pants, and all that was left was your panties before he entered abruptly. 

“Listen, you can't leave that door open and not expect me to—oh,” he paused, his breath shaky. 

You stood unmovingly, facing him.

And with a slight scoff, he ran towards you. 

“Fuck it,” he huffed, slamming his body into yours, swallowing you with his whole being.

His lips caressed yours, biting your tongue, shoving his own into your mouth. You took in a sharp breath as he sucked on your soul, his hand finding your breast to squeeze it tightly.

“God, I’ve been waiting to do that forever,” he groaned against your mouth, his other hand playing with the hem of your underwear. With one quick motion, he pulled them down, falling onto your ankles as you stepped out of them.

You smiled into his kiss, tearing away at his hoodie before he pulled it over his head, leaving him shirtless and full of glory. You parted away from his lips, kissing down his chest, over his mounds of muscle, until your knees hit the floor.

He froze under your touch, your fingertips gliding over his hard-on. You grinned devilishly up at him, his expression in a mess of excitement and nervousness. Him? Nervous? Impossible.

You pulled down his pants as swiftly as you could, causing him to hiss sharply. He was fully on display for you now, his cock pulsing and ready for you. You grazed your fingers from his base to his tip; then you took it in your mouth without a warning.

He grunted, immediately gripping the hair on top of your head, tossing his own back with aggression. His little moans were music to your ears; not once did you ever believe you'd hear them—he looked so fuckable. So desirable. He always did, which explains why he was your first-ever kiss, why you always thought back to him when you were with Soobin, why you couldn't avoid his charms even though you so desperately tried.

He moaned your name—said it with such haste as if he couldn't hold back. As if he’s wanted this for ages. He leaned into your mouth, moving his hips slightly to push himself in deeper. You let out a gag, causing him to moan once more, making you smile against his cock.

You moved back and forth on him, no hands in sight. You glanced up at him through your eyelashes as you pressed your lips at the base of his dick, watching his eyes close tight and his chest heave.

“God fuck,” he huffed, his fingers tying knots in your hair, causing tears to build up behind your eyes. You liked it—loved it—his touch was ecstasy.

Without a minute to waste, San pulled you upward and off of him, just for him to press his lips to yours, reaching backward to turn the knob on the hot water.

You giggled against his lips as he almost fell. He smiled back, teeth clashing into yours as he pressed his bare skin to yours. You both stepped into the shower, not even caring that the water wasn't warm enough yet. 

His tongue slid down your throat, caressing the roof of your mouth, exploring the uncharted territory. Water spilled over your heads, dripping down your faces, drenching your hair. His hand gripped the back of your head as he slammed you into the wall of the shower, causing you to gasp.

He pulled away for a second, his eyes heavy, his lips parted as water dripped down his beautiful face. He pressed his forehead against yours—feeling as though this scene was all he’d ever wanted; it was premeditated—not a quick decision.

He blinked away the water, smiling before enveloping you in another kiss—this time, it was less lustful and more desperate. He breathed into your soul, his hands cradling your face with all the tender care he could muster. His breaths were shaky, and his hold on you was tight, as if there was somehow, someway, you would break away from his embrace.

You bit into his lip, your hands never finding a home as they explored all the planes of his body. He grunted as you reached for his dick, his eyes glimmering at your expression. No words were needed—he gave you one last look before flipping you around, shoving your face into the fall, and sticking his dick into your entrance. His lips were nibbling at your ear, his hot breath delicately stroking your body and soul.

He didn't push past your entrance just yet—no, but his fingers did. They glided over your clit from the back, your breasts aching from being pressed against the tile. He let out a little hum of a moan into your ear as his fingers entered you, two of them. You whimpered in delight, the movements turning you on more and more. You felt yourself getting wetter and wetter, his fingers curling up inside you, his shallow breaths echoing in your mind. 

You couldn't take it anymore—you needed him inside you, now.

“I need you in me,” you moaned against the tile, tilting your head slightly to see his expression. “Now, please. God, please.”

He smirked, moving you now to the far wall, your back still to him. You nearly slammed your head into the wall as he moved you.

“As you wish,” he breathed, his voice dripping with lust, with love, with unknown feelings. With a quick movement, he shoved his dick inside you, causing you to arch your back from the fill. You cried out, holding onto the wall as he gripped your hips, moving rhythmically and melodicly. You furrowed your brows in pleasure, muttering his name. “Oh, San,” you moaned, causing him to move even faster.

The water crashed onto you, making you feel even higher than ever were before. The heat of it was scolding now, but nothing beat how hot San made you feel—he was indeed a genius in the manner of lovemaking, a god, at that. You knew why, everyone knew why, but you didn't care at the moment. The only thing you cared about was his body on yours, in yours, all around you.

You were reaching your high, your vision hazy. You let out a cry, a huff, something to show that you were enjoying him, and he made a sound, too.

As you reached your climax, you arched your back even more, shoving your face against the wall, your forehead thumping against it with every thrust of his. You came on his dick then, your body fighting the urge to shake from the feeling he supplied you. 

He felt it—you knew it, as he quickened his pace, his breaths becoming more uneven as the time went on, your body tightening around him. He hissed sharply, thrusting with grace until he emptied himself into you, coating you, becoming one within you.

He collapsed into you, against the wall, his dick slipping out from you. He huffed, catching his breath as the bathroom filled with steam and sweat. You turned around in his embrace, his head falling onto your shoulder with a thud.

And then he started to laugh.

A laugh so beautiful, so….raw. You began to laugh with him, smiling as you grabbed his cheeks to lift up his head—so he could see you. 

His eyes were red, but they sparkled with so much emotion that you wondered how he was feeling. 

“So,” you smiled, watching the water from the showerhead drip over his black hair. “Happy New Year, I guess?”

He smiled—a smile that made you want to stop everything.

And then his eyes widened. “What time is it?”

You frowned. “I don't know, my phone is downstairs,” you whispered, locking eyes with him.

He paused for a moment, not knowing what to do, or at least that’s what you believed until he leaned forward and brushed his lips to yours ever so gently.

A kiss for a lover. A kiss more meaningful than sex could offer.

He pulled away, but only slightly, as his forehead rested against yours. “Happy New Year,” he kissed you again. “Just in case it is midnight. You haven't been my New Year’s kiss since years ago, you know.”

You didn't know what to say—you weren't sure where he was going with this, as you had never brought up your kiss with him before. He spoke cautiously, yet without caution at all.

“I….well,” you swallowed hard, looking up at him shyly. “You can be my….new years kiss every year, if you’d like.”

He smiled—grinned like a wild animal at your words.

“Well, if you don't mind, I’d like to kiss you more than once a year.” he grabbed you by the waist swiftly, smirking,

You giggled like you were experiencing this for the first time. In all honesty, you may be. No one has ever made you feel this way. You never wanted anything more.

With a flirty smile, you leaned forward into his embrace, the shower hissing in the background of your confessions. 

“I would love that.” you nodded, looking up into his eyes. 

He looked like a dream, his hair wet, his eyes bright. You couldn't wait to share more New Year's kisses with him, more showers, more cookies. You wanted everything and more—even if you didn't exactly know it quite just yet.

He was your everything—Your heart never belonged to you—no, it always belonged to him. And you will never forget it.

[lovesuhng]

habit

w.c: 414 friends to lovers, fluff

Nothing relaxed you more after a stressful day than going to your best friend Jaemin's apartment to talk about what had happened and to let out everything you felt during the long hours of work. As soon as you arrived, you were welcomed by the strong arms of your handsome friend, who enveloped you in a warm and cozy hug on that cold friday night.

After taking a hot shower and putting on clothes of Jaemin that were about two sizes bigger than yours, you both sprawled out on the living room sofa drinking a delicious hot chocolate, even though he protested, talking about all the calories it had (yes, even though Jaemin was practically perfect, he had a bit of an obsession with following a balanced diet).

You started talking about something very interesting that had happened at work: they were close to approving a project you had conceived, your first major project at the company. Jaemin watched, enchanted by your excitement as you talked about it, how you gestured animatedly, your eyes shining with joy and your beautiful lips that spoke about every detail you had envisioned and were ready to put into practice.

This was a habit you didn’t know how to handle with Jaemin: he had a habit of looking at your lips while you spoke. It was inevitable that you felt nervous. Even though he was your friend, he was a handsome guy looking directly at your lips. To make yourself a bit less nervous, you decided to make a little joke.

“Jaems, why do you look at my mouth so much? Do you want to kiss me?” You saw him shift his attention from your lips to look directly into your eyes.

“I thought it was obvious.”

“Hm?” Your wide eyes were proof that you couldn’t believe what your friend was saying. He just gave a little laugh and practically whispered a soft “cutie.” When you felt his hand on the back of your neck and his sweet lips touching yours, you were certain that he was telling the truth and it wasn’t a silly flirtation he always did.

Jaemin pulled away just to see your reaction, which was a bit indecipherable, but he was sure you liked it when he felt your hands holding his cheeks, pulling him in for another kiss.

In the end, this habit Jaemin had of always looking at your lips was just a way to show how much he always wanted you.

[readychilledwine]

Reading with Eris Vanserra Handcanons

Warnings - mentions of smut, mentions of alcohol

A/n - my brain is prepping for finishing @erisweekofficial drafts, and this happened 💕

🍁Eris Week Masterlist🍁Eris Masterlist🍁Master Masterlist🍁

Reading is one of Eris's favorite pastimes, so he was so grateful it was one of yours as well.

You two have a specific spot you read in at the Forest House - your bed chambers, in a pile of blankets and pillows, in front of the huge fireplace.

Eris likes a glass of wine or whiskey when he reads. You always make sure he has a crystal decanter filled with the one or the other. You love hot chocolates and teas. Eris makes sure he brings it to you, then he keeps it warm for you.

No snacks in the blanket nest. Ever. Eris has a sensory issue with crumbs in his comfort spots. If you two decide to snack, you go to the balcony in your chambers where he's set a table for you two

Eris is a man of taste. He isn't above reading anything, but you've noticed romance is his favorite. He says they are quick, easy reads. You know it's secretly because this male is a drama whore.

You are a little pickier. You love historical fiction and poetry. You like how they both romanticize everyday things in life and provide you with a safe escape

Eris is a touchy male in private, so expect to cuddle while reading. His head on your lap, you between his legs, you sitting with your legs across his and leaning into his chest. He just wants to feel you when you two are reading

Eris will DNF poorly done novels. You will torture yourself through it due to morbid curiosity.

You both keep reading journals and talk about your books with each other once they're finished. Eris once rated a romance novel 5 stars, a rating he never gives, leading to you reading it. He was generous. It was 4 stars at best with some of the best smut you think Helion has ever written under his pen name.

You two have a massive bookmark collection, and it only grows. Eris tries to collect a new novel and bookmark for you every time he leaves Autumn. And, since you are stuck in Autumn per Beron's orders, you will find and press beautiful flowers and leaves for Eris, enchanting and sealing them for him to use and think of you.

Eris's 100-year anniversary gift to you was a room renovated for a personal library for you two and his mother. You three made it a goal to fill every shelf, no matter how high, and ensured the library could only be accessed through your chambers, creating a safe place for his Mother.

Eris will let you fall asleep when you two have reading dates. He will carefully close your book, keeping your place with whatever book mark he can reach, then he will lay there and finish his chapter or book.

You both know reading time is one of the most important things you share. It's silence filled with comfort and love. It's easy. It's release. Even when you two end up becoming parents, silent reading time is something you get your little ones into the routine of.

Just one big family of readers, curled up in front of mommy and daddy's fireplace in a cuddle puddle.

[shadowdaddies]

Omgomg-

Can you do an Az x Summer Court reader with soft, white, feathered wings where she's like cleaning her feathers(a very intimate act) and Az walks in, there's some flustered blushing and whatnot, and then he offers to help and they clean their wings together??

OMG this is so cute I'm cryin 😭 I had so much fun with this, you're the best and ily thank you for the request angel!!!💜

Wings of Desire

Azriel x Reader

Sent on mission by Tarquin to work with the Night Court on joining your armies with the Illyrians, Rhysand had allowed you to visit the camps with his spymaster. After a long day of observing training, the both of you flew to where you would be staying while in Illyria. You followed Azriel, landing in front of a small cabin on the far northern border of Prythian. You weren’t even sure if you were still on the continent anymore, shivering at the cold unlike that which you’d ever experienced.

Born in the Summer Court, the heavy snow during Night Court winters was unfamiliar to you, and made flying difficult. Unlike the Illyrians’ wings, which were bare and ideal for flight in freezing temperatures, the delicate feathers of your bone white wings abhorred the cold. 

The stiffness in your wings spread throughout your body, teeth chattering as you forced your legs through the snow to the open door Azriel held for you, an amused smile playing on his lips. Cauldron, those beautiful lips. Your eyes trailed from those lips, down his body as the spymaster heaved in breaths. You were glad to see you weren’t the only one tired from the flight.

As soon as you made it through the doorway, heat seeped into you, a deep comfort settling over your bones. You turned to Azriel, that same smile tugging at his mouth as he seemingly read your thoughts. “Magic. Rhys keeps the place a comfortable temperature, so it’s warm even in the winter.” Enchanted by the unexpected comforts of the cozy cabin, you walked into the kitchen area, taking in the surroundings. 

All of the walls of the cabin were painted, five sets of eyes lining the hallway at the top of the stairs. You scowled at the silvery eyes that seemed to follow you, wings twitching behind you at the uncomfortable feeling, until you reached a familiar set of hazel eyes at the end. A soft smile graced your features, suddenly feeling safe under the watchful eye of Azriel. 

You turned to question the spymaster about the artwork when a cup of hot chocolate appeared on the counter in front of you. Gasping, you jumped back and collided with the shadowsinger. A rare, soft laugh escaped his lips, and you felt as though you might melt at the sound. Scarred hands gently grabbed your arms, helping stand you upright as he leaned over you and grabbed the cup to place in your hands. “The cabin is sentient, so it will supply you with whatever you ask, within reason. Or whatever it thinks you need... In this case, hot chocolate.” 

You blushed, taking a sip of the warm drink and moaned at the rich taste. Azriel’s eyes were dark as he watched you lick the chocolate from your lips, the spymaster clearing his throat as he quickly looked away from you. Your wings shuddered at his attention, and a wince left you at the movement of the sore muscles beneath. 

Shadows curled around Azriel’s own wings, smokey wisps circling his ear as he studied your feathers. “The house will run a bath for you, so you can clean and warm your wings if you wish. Second door on the left.” Almost too distracted by the alluring darkness swirling in front of you, it took a moment to register what Azriel was saying. “Oh, yes. Thank you, Az,” you murmured, setting down the cup as you turned to make your way upstairs for a much needed bath. 

Entering the room, you found a spacious bed - something unusual in your court, as most there did not have wings. But you supposed it was a necessity with the large Illyrians who often stayed here - Azriel in particular had the largest set of wings you had seen on anyone. 

Stripping down, you padded into the bathroom where dim faelights lit the area. A bath was already filled, lavender aromas drifting from the steamy waters of the tub. You giggled, feeling gleeful as you skipped over to the tub and sank beneath the surface. You let out a quiet moan at the feeling, your tired muscles finally rewarded after a long day.

You looked around the tub, searching for anything to use to clean your wings. Because they were feathers, you had to use a long handle to brush between them when you bathed. As Illyrians had bare wings, you should have assumed that they would not have such difficulty washing their own wings. You huffed out a frustrated breath, attempting to reach over your shoulder in awkward angles to find the remaining dirt and snow that had worked its way in your wings.

A knock sounded on the bathroom door, Azriel calling out to you. “Hey, I felt a tu- I felt like you might need something. Is everything okay in there?” Your eyes welled with frustrated tears, humiliated that the Night Court spymaster should find you like this. “Everything is fine, Az. I’ll be okay.” You choked on the last word, and Azriel swore under his breath as he kicked the door open. 

“Something is wrong. Please tell me how I can help, or I won’t be able to sleep,” he said, looking everywhere around the room except at you. A small laugh escaped you at his attempt at chivalry. “You can look at me, Az. I’m not shy. I just can’t reach the dirt on my wings.” A sniffle sounded through the air as you looked at the shadowsinger, whose gaze was only fixed on your dirty, crumpled wings as you trembled in the tub. He swallowed, more nervous than you had ever seen him as Azriel whispered, “I can help you. If- if that is okay.”

You nodded without hesitation. The social taboos of how intimate touching wings was didn’t matter to you in that moment, as you were desperate for Azriel’s healing touch. The shadowsinger nodded, moving behind the tub as he awkwardly reached towards your wings. “Um, how should I-?” 

You turned around, unable to stop your laughter at the Night Court’s spymaster hunched over the edge of a bathtub. “You can get in, Azriel. No offense, but you could use a bath too,” you teased, wrinkling your nose for dramatic effect. He scoffed, his weight shifting between his feet as he considered. “Okay,” Az murmured, looking at you to turn around before he undressed.

You rolled your eyes at the nearly six hundred year old male’s shyness, but turned around anyway, scooting towards the other end of the tub to make room for him. You silently marveled at how large the bathtub was as well, another luxury you were not used to. Your thoughts were interrupted by the water moving as Azriel silently entered the bath. 

Clearing his throat, he asked, “so, how is the best way to wash them?” You smiled to yourself before handing him a rag. “Just anywhere that you see dirt, if you could use the washcloth or your hands - whatever is easiest - to wipe it away. It usually gets stuck higher up and between feathers.” 

You heard his deep inhale from behind as he brought the washcloth over your wings, biting your lip to keep from moaning at the feeling. After awhile of Azriel using the washcloth, he whispered in a shaky voice, “I think I need to use my hands to get the rest.” You nodded your consent, peeking over your shoulder to see the focused male with his brow furrowed as he lathered soap on his scarred hands. This time when his hands made contact with your wings, you couldn’t help the gasp that escaped you. 

He pulled back quickly, eyes and shadows wildly searching for any sign of harm. “Are you okay? I’m so sor-“ You cut him off with a breathy laugh. “No, Az, it’s fine. They’re just... sensitive. I’m not hurt.” You promised, looking into those hazel eyes as you swore to him. Azriel nodded, continuing his work with even softer care now, you biting your li until it bled to keep your moans from frightening him away. 

“Okay, they’re looking beautiful and pristine as ever,” Azriel announced after awhile, one finger skirting the outside of your right wing as he spoke. You huffed a thank you, both relieved and heartbroken that it was over, when it dawned on you. “Do... you need help with your wings, Azriel?”

It was quiet for a moment, the question weighing heavy in the air before Azriel responded, “yes, I would greatly appreciate that.” The both of you turned around, his broad wings on display for you in the tub as he now faced the other edge. You gently washed his wings - admittedly much easier and faster than your own. He was silent the whole time - except for when you brushed a large vein on his left wing - one groan sounding from him that you kindly ignored. It was an unspoken understanding that neither of you would admit, that Azriel did not need help washing his wings. But something in your chest called you to him, to care for him in the most intimate of ways.

While you dragged it out for as long as you could, the bathwater eventually grew colder and Azriel’s wings could not be much cleaner. The two of you accepted that the moment was over, exiting the bath as you donned your towels. Azriel picked up his leathers, slowly making his way towards the door when you blurted out, “stop.” 

He slowly turned, eyeing you cautiously while you scrambled to find a reason for him to stay. “I - um, I don’t know the area as well as you, obviously... Would you mind staying in here tonight? The bed has plenty of room.” With a deep breath, you admitted, “I would feel safer with you.” Azriel smiled at you, a glowing feeling tugging in your chest at the sight as he made his way towards your bed, settling under the covers.

Part 2 | Part 3

[liveyun]

sweetest thing | k.th 🎃

title. sweetest thing

pairing. kim taehyung x reader

genre. halloween au , fantasy au, baker au, friends to lovers (?)

wc. 1.9k

warnings. vampire!tae , human!reader, halloween night !! mentions of supernatural beings and co-existence with humans, baking stuff heehee, very light angst if you squint very hard, fluff, tatamic cameo, our taetae 🐻

main masterlist | taglist 🥮

Eat, drink, and be scary.

In your case, there was a small addition — bake. And god damn, it was a hell of a busy night, your small bakery feeling a bit smaller than usual with the amount of people flooding in with costumes bigger than themselves, faces painted with creativity of the night and hands full of treats to hand away.

It was Halloween.

It felt like the one night the world let its boundaries fade, letting all kinds of beings drift seamlessly among the neighborhood — changing the otherwise cold air of the town to a bit warmer feel. Beneath foggy street lights, creatures of every kind — witches with flickering, real candlelight in their eyes, goblins in patched-up scarves, vampires with their scarlet irises, hybrids who usually preferred to stay in their own colonies or even werewolves with their massive bodies — blended seamlessly among the crowd — are mingling with humans.

You watch, enchanted by it all.

Halloween is something you’d only heard gossips of previously — a night where reality softened itself, allowing creatures and humans to celebrate together. It’s mesmerizing, truly, to see ghouls and fairies roam, joining in the strange joy of humans’ games, even if some seem to find the idea of tricks and treats amusingly silly.

Yet, tonight, they all play along, indulging in the world of Halloween, and you feel something childlike stirring in your chest, a thrill just to be a part of it, even if you’re not necessarily trying to trick people with candies or so.

You’re content to be within the smell of sourdough baking up in the oven.

Outside, laughter rises as trick-or-treaters fill the sidewalks, while your bakery hums with activity as people and beings of all kinds come in for a taste of Halloween magic. Inside, you’re shoulder-to-shoulder with Taehyung, who, if not for the slight glimmer in his gaze, a golden rim circling his pupils, would seem almost too human.

The apron wrapped around him is decorated with little ghosts and bats, and under it, he wears simple clothes that only highlight his warm, honey-toned skin with that soft, dark hair curling boyishly around his face.

Honestly, he looks like anyone else on a Halloween evening, blending so easily that his vampiric nature might be overlooked altogether.

Except for you, of course.

However, tonight, even time falls short on you. The counters are a mess of bowls, cookie cutters, and ghost-shaped éclairs. Dark berry syrups bubble in pots, rich and fragrant, mingling with the scents of cinnamon and nutmeg.

And while Taehyung tends to the syrups, you’re focused on decorating the cookies and piping frosting on pumpkin cupcakes, hands moving quickly to keep up with the demand as customers in costumes drift in and out, some pausing to snap photos of the treats or chat about their plans for the night.

And somehow, it feels that you two are not enough tonight.

Taehyung is busy preparing every sauce and filling — poor fellow is trying his best despite his strong dislike towards the particular “pungent” smell of vanilla (his exact words, not yours) and you can tell by the way how often his nostrils flare down or scrunch when the crowd of your bakery gets too overwhelming.

Shit. You’d nearly forgotten about the chocolate melting over the double boiler!

Initially you were a bit surprised — the bread which you just got an order for, usually is a top seller when the weather calls for hot chocolate and itchy sweaters. You’re running to the counter opposite yours to grab the fresh batch of Hoska when you feel his oddly warm, cool touch on your wrist — Taehyung’s voice finding you, calm yet laced with a quiet curiosity. “Try this,” he says, offering a spoon of dark, vicious looking syrup.

You think it’s kind of sweet because he blows over the spoon gently before offering it to you.

His eyes, dark as the night outside, are fixed on you, watching as you taste the syrup.

You lick the spoon thoughtfully.

It’s rich, sweet, with just a hint of something darker underneath — like the tartness of fresh raspberries.

“It’s sweet,” you hum, licking your lips as you hand him the spoon back. Ah, the bread!

“How sweet?” he asks, his voice soft against the background noise.

You look around, your eyes finding your customers still waiting. They are on your phone as of now, giggling over something. You shouldn’t keep them waiting. “This sweet,” pressing a soft, quick peck to his cheek as you murmur with a smile, not missing the way his eyes widen slightly.

You don’t need to turn to see his reaction; the faint pause says enough.

It’s there in the brief stillness, in the way his hand hovers just a moment too long before he continues stirring.

After a beat, you hear the faintest sound — a small, disbelieving chuckle, soft and unsure, just as rich as the syrup. “That. . . that was. . . ” he trails off, words just a little slower than usual, cheeks flushed even when his body, you know, doesn’t truly circulate blood.

Your order sweeps you back before he can react further as you turn toward the waiting group of teenagers who’ve been watching from a nearby table, their faces alight with barely-contained laughter. You give them a small smile and nod as they bark out their joy, high-fiving.

The group leaves with fresh bread and happy faces.

You turn back to Taehyung who seems to be a bit too concentrated in stirring the syrup which he’s been doing since ten minutes. “That was a dare,” you tell him, trying to stifle the laugh which threatens to bubble up your throat.

There’s a small shift in his expression.

So slight that you might’ve missed it if you weren’t paying attention. The smile on his lips fades a fraction, replaced with a look you don’t often see from him — a pout which has his lips jutting out, a sight so adorable that it pulls at something inside you.

“So. . . . you didn’t mean it?” he murmurs, eyes lowering as he turns away, almost as if he’s shy.

And there it is — that softness, a note in his voice you hadn’t expected, something almost tender, scared. His question lingers in the air, hanging on to a thread you’re not quite ready to pull.

Did it have to be this specific moment where there are no customers barging in anymore. . . ?

“Would you . . . would you . . . . mind if I did ?” The words slip out, your heart beating a little faster as his gaze meets yours, steady yet gentle, pulling you closer without even trying.

His eyes flicker to your lips before finding your gaze again, and for a moment, the world beyond the bakery fades into nothing. He leans just a little closer as his tongue darts out to wet his lips, voice low enough that only you can hear.

“Well,” he murmurs, lips curving up in that familiar, lazy smile that oddly resembles something in between a box and a smirk. “you might just have to find out.”

And when you feel his arms cage you in between the counter, you think maybe — just maybe — this is the sweetest thing of all.

a/n : happy halloween!! 🎃 i live in an area where halloween is barely known, let alone celebrated. so it’s always going to be a fascinating to me ! while i saw my oomfs online dressing up as characters, i was busy lighting up earthen lamps xD i hope you enjoyed this smol baby and as always, your feedback means a lot to me ! here’s an anonymous feedback box for you just in case 🍁

[snowberrycherry]

Enchanted

warnings: fem!reader, pure smut but it’s super fluffy, simon is soft, mdni

parings: simon riley x reader

based off of this request <3

(a/n) pls ignore any mistakes 4 rn

You didn’t know how your friendship led to this and neither did he, but the abstraction was alive and breathing.

 Grappling at the soft texture, he slowly pushed off your shorts, breathing in the sight of your thighs. Compared to the rough pads of the tips of his fingers, your flesh felt like silky velvet crafted from the most expensive fabric. He watched in dismay as you let out a low whine as his fingers ran lightly over your clothed cunt, already attentive to how wet you were for him. The squeal you let out when he gently pressed on your clit, massaging his finger against you in circle-like figures edged him to continue his simple motion. Your mouth opened at the burst of pleasure, the intense pressure against the spot where you had ached for him most for the longest time.

His chocolate-colored eyes never left yours as he guided you to lift your hips, swiftly removing your panties and discarding them somewhere over his shoulder. His hands glided up to the delicate part of your inner thighs, pushing them apart to gain more access. He noticed the nervousness that swept over your face, especially the way you bit your lip in hidden embarrassment and self consciousness. 

“You don’t have to be embarrassed you're safe with me”

With that, he slowly slipped his index finger inside of you, reaching spots that he thought would never ensue in this lifetime. Reassurance inundated his cause when he heard a high-pitched moan from you, a perfect melody that ever existed. He slowly started to pump his finger, solely fixated on your pleasure, listening to the sounds of your whimpers, indirectly indicating to him what to do and where it felt the best.

The exceptionally wet sounds brimmed the room, filling the air with the lewd sound of his digit firmly fucking in and out of you. You arched back when you felt his hot breath dangerously close to your cunt and your hips practically jolted when you felt his soft lips lightly kiss your clit.

He sighed when he felt your hands now tightly gripping his blonde hair. “You’re doing so well love” he planted another light peck on your clit. “Let go whenever you are ready,” he said followed by a small, delicate lick. 

The whole juncture was so overdue that the sudden rush of bliss couldn't be objected to as you roughly grabbed onto his hair while your lower belly shook. Your cum varnished on his finger, utterly coating it in your arousal. In which, Simon placed it inside of his mouth letting your sweet juices overflow his tongue, allowing himself to become addicted to you. He eagerly licked at them wanting the flavor to last for a lifetime, easily suppressing an expanded existence.

His lustful eyes went right into yours like you were the most desirable thing he had ever laid his eyes on as he made his way up your body running his rough, large hands along your curves, praising the soft flesh underneath his rough ones. worshipping your body in the most intimate way. His lips traced your neck, letting your fragrance take over all of his senses. He placed a gentle kiss on the corner of your mouth, “You're so perfect” he sighed, “I don't deserve you”.

His words shocked you, the sadness seeping deep into your soul. His own conception of his own perception made your heart drop for him.

“What?” you slightly pulled away from him,” What did you say?” Simon could feel his cheeks starting to burn with embarrassment, noticeably ashamed for his previous admission. He quickly turned his head away desperate to avoid any sort of eye contact with your burning stare, instantly yearning to refute his statement to avoid any further notion. 

“You have so much love to give Simon and you deserve it more than anybody I know”, a split second passed, letting him fully absorb what you had said, “And I think you know that… but you're not letting yourself believe that it could be completely true.”

He was frozen, time had completely stopped, like every movement was is slow motion. he swears he could hear the own beat of his hearts slamming against his ribs.

Different thoughts swarmed throughout his head all at once taking each piece apart of what you murmured in tiny fragments, reaching the meaning behind the concept. But when he finally looked at you he could see your eyes slightly more glossier than normal. He knew if he were to continue pondering on what you meant his own tears would swallow him whole.

So instead he placed his mouth right on your lips. He let the relief of the first kiss wash over him as you matched the rhythm of his, letting your tongues tangle together in a passionate embrace. You could feel his body flush against yours as you wrapped your legs around his waist as he kept hungrily kissing you like he had gone an eternity without it.

“Thank you” he broke away, resting his forehead against yours, “Thank you” he repeated. Two simple words but the intention was clear, he didn't need to say anything more and you knew that.

“Let me take care of you,” you said tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear. He quickly nodded willing to accept anything from you. 

Simon pulled himself off of you laying on his back against the soft sheets. He carefully watched as you swung a leg over him so your ass was pressed firmly on his hardened cock. His hips slightly jutted into you at the abrupt pleasure,

“Don't stop”

His voice seemed to be deeper, infused with desire. His fingers wrapped around your hips as he started to guide you to rock back and forth on him. You wined at the sensitive feeling of pressure hitting your clit making you even wetter.

“You’re doing so good… j-just keep grinding” he grunted out desperately. Your pace quickened at his praise eager to make him cum without even being inside of you. You gently removed his hands from your waist to your tits needing the extra stimulation.

”can I take it off?” he said feeling your warm breasts through the soft fabric of your bra. You quickly shook your head up and down, waiting for the moment for him to finally be yours. His fingers fumbled with the clasp for a few seconds before he let the bra fall down exposing your entire self to him. Simon held back a gasp absorbing all of your beauty, completely enthralled with you. His hands found their way back to your chest, kneading at your breasts ever so carefully as your grounded your pussy against him. The tips of his fingers pinching your nipples apply the right amount of pressure to emit the pleasure he craved to give you.

It mind his mind dizzy with needed desire as you spoke,“Im so close but I need to actually ride you”. Through his haed out facial expression his eyes clouded with need, “Yeah ok let me just…” he lifted you off, eagerly squirming off his pants and boxers. You sighed when he set you back down on his lap, feeling his hardened cock against your sopping cunt. He grabbed himself, allowing the tip to graze through your slit, “You feel so good” he let out a heavy sigh when you positioned yourself so he was right at your sopping entrance.

All senses were cut short when you finally sank down on his cock, letting the burning sensation take hold of every nerve, igniting a never ending fire deep in your stomach. His grip on you became even tighter, holding you impossibly close to his warm body when you slowly began to move your hips up and down.

“Oh my god” you whined out, feeling him so deep inside of your cunt it made everything blurry. Like nothing mattered or would ever matter.

”You’re doing so good” he dropped his fingertips down to toy at your clit, ”I’m right here angel you’re doing so well for me”. He watched as his cock would so easily glide in and out of you, feeling you tightly sheathed around him. Along with his feeble attempts to thrust up into you to highlight the messy delectation.

You began to fuck your self faster on his length, nearly throwing your head back in ecstasy as he filled you perfectly along with his digit rubbing on the most sensitive spot on your body. “im sorry but I’m gonna come simon” you whimpered out, moving your own hands to your tits to level out the wave of euphoria that washed over you. His voice seemed faded reassuring you everything was fine and that he needed it just as badly. The bright stars to clouded your vision, having sight to the prettiest celestial principle. When he felt your hot cunt clench around him it caused his own blinding ecstasy, purely from your own elation and joy.

As you both rode out a high, you cautiously leaned forwards so your chest was securely against simons, surrounding him in your body. You lay your head right on his collarbones, inhaling the scent of pine and sandalwood. His hands moving along your backside drawing shapes random, soaking up the complete moment with you.

“All this time i thought I was purposely avoiding… anything like this” his deep voice sliced through the silence, “but i was wrong.” You lifted your head up so your mouth was mere inches away from his, “So what were you waiting for?”

Simon cupped both of your cheeks in his palm, creating such intent eye contact consisting of love. He paused, there was so much to say, so many thoughts of various opportunities and outcomes of how he could express.

Yet only one singular word sufficed.

“You”

[jeschalynn]

𝓗𝓸𝓵𝓲𝓭𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪 𝓟𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮

I think it would be amazing to spend time with this time of year with Diavolo. He's so genuinely excited to learn about the human world and I think it'd be like a dream come true for him. He would be so eager to learn all the things you like best because that's what makes it so special.

This is dedicated to @cals-laundry for @love-and-lore's gift exchange. I wish you the very best this holiday season and a wonderful new year! ♡

Celebrating the holidays with Diavolo, who has only seen glimpses of the human world's festivities this time of year. Most of what he knows he's learned from demons who spend more time in that world than he does, or from visiting sorcerers or witches. He hardly had the time to celebrate human world holidays until he met you, but he won't let this opportunity go to waste.

Celebrating the holidays with Diavolo, who eagerly listens when you tell him about how you used to celebrate the holiday season before coming to the Devildom. He's enchanted by the way your face lights up when you share fond memories with him, all the activities and traditions you enjoy, and he wants to be the one to put that same smile on your face too.

Celebrating the holidays with Diavolo, whose excitement is contagious when he starts planning this year's holiday celebrations in your honour. If he had it his way, the castle would be covered in the colourful lights and ornaments that you're familiar with. He even insists on picking out all the decorations himself and visits the finest shops in the human world he can find. It's a noticeable distraction from his work, but Barbatos forgives his Young Master's enthusiasm when it makes him so very happy.

Celebrating the holidays with Diavolo, who tries all the festive foods and drinks that are famous this time of year. Your favourite meals are conveniently added to the kitchen's seasonal menu. The yummy candies and chocolates and snacks you like best are available when you visit Diavolo at his castle and watch movies together or spend time in his private library. He's excited that you both like so many of the same things, like it's yet another sign that you're meant to be together. Somehow those sweet treats taste best when you offer one between your fingers, and he kisses your fingertips when you put it to his lips.

Celebrating the holidays with Diavolo, whose generous nature means that he's determined to give you the best presents. Everything you've ever mentioned that you've wanted—books or music or clothes or even games or toys—he remembers them all. (Barbatos insisted he shouldn't go overboard, but what his butler doesn't know can't possibly hurt anyone.)

Celebrating the holidays with Diavolo, who kneels next to Barbatos on the carpet in his room while his butler teaches him how to wrap your gifts. Pieces of torn wrapping paper and balls of rolled-up tape and bits of ribbon are strewn across the floor, and Diavolo holds up the finished product—not perfect, but not terrible—with a proud smile. (Barbatos's eye twitches when Diavolo reveals all the other gifts still to wrap, that he somehow managed to hide in his oversized walk-in closet.)

Celebrating the holidays with Diavolo, who drapes his arm across your shoulders and tucks you into his side when you cuddle in front of the fire on the evening of December 24th. There's soft music playing in the background, a human world album you suggested, and two half-empty mugs of hot chocolate on the table nearby. The festive sweaters and fuzzy socks he bought keeps you warm, and the crackling fire lulls you both into a light slumber. It's only when the embers start to fade and the room grows cool does he wake, smiling at you fast asleep and curled up against him, and he carefully picks you up and tucks you into bed.

Celebrating the holidays with Diavolo, who greets you with a wide smile and bright eyes when you wake up the next morning. There's an overstuffed stocking at the foot of the bed for you, and a mountain of presents near the lavishly-decorated tree in the corner of the room. He's nearly vibrating with pent-up energy: he's excited, but he's nervous, too. He doesn't want to disappoint you.

Celebrating the holidays with Diavolo, the Devildom's future king that sits cross-legged on his bed beside you, wearing a Santa Claus hat and a sweater with a snowman on the front. His smile softens into something warm and loving and intimate when you tell him, all I want is you.

Holidays With a Prince playlist

[darkdevasofdestruction]

Being in a relationship with Wakatsuki Takeshi...

Being in a relationship with Wakatsuki Takeshi...

You first met up with Takeshi when you were both children, just after he was released from the Furumi labs, as you were both in the same class in school, and somehow, shared a desk together.

Though a bit shy, Takeshi was rather friendly and sociable, and you easily hit it off and helped him integrate in their new environment and in your friend group.

But being so fun and the best at sports in the whole school, he easily became sort of a popular guy, and everyone wanted to be his friend.

Even if he was constantly flocked around by around kids of all ages, you still remained his best friend.

You were the only girl he’d use a nickname to call, and even use the cute ‘-chan’ suffix; you were the only one he’d give flowers and little trinkets on random occasions, the only one whom he’d call over to his house, or to Uncle Furumi to play on the consoles, the only one to whom he’d return the chocolates on White Day.

You also tease him that his name means Samurai or Warrior, and that he’s basically your Knight in Shining Armor.

His parents were quick to tell him that he has a crush on you, and they approved, saying you were a lovely lady, but it was his mentor who successfully urged him to take the first step and ask you out on the last day of school.

He kissed your cheek one day during your school graduation, and made a pinky promise to always keep in touch, no matter what.

You and Takeshi also went to the same high-school, and it’s around that time you find out that he’s super into karate, and about his superhuman strength.

You have first seats for all of his matches, and since he wins, he gets the congratulatory prize of a cheek kiss.

Your first real kiss happens when you go to prom together.

“You know you have to wear a dress, don’t you?” you glare playfully at the boy, nudging him in the ribs, even though you know he won’t even be feeling it. “Just because I’m always out wearing comfortable, sports clothes, doesn’t mean I don’t know how to be feminine, okay? It’s just that we always end up running around and getting dirty, and I wouldn’t want to destroy by good outfits.” you scolded him for such words, though based on his bewildered expression, he actually believed you had no clue how to be feminine. “Oh, come on, ‘Tsuki, you’re being ridiculous.” “Sorry, sorry, I’ve just never seen you in a dress, that’s all. Hard to imagine something you’ve never seen - But I’m sure you’re going to be as pretty as you always are!” the boy offered you a cheeky grin, only to make you shake your head.

And although he couldn’t imagine you in a dress, when he went over to your house to pick you up, a bouquet of flowers in his hands, he almost dropped them as soon as his eyes met your form.

The way your shiny hair was done, how pretty your makeup was, making your sparkling eyes look so enchanting, and your plump lips were so attractive to him; the way your accessories highlighted your grace, and that long, flowy dress of your, making you look like a princess -

Takeshi was so speechless and in love that his eyes remained wide and fixed on you, and his mouth was held slightly agape; He was rooted to the spot and incapable of uttering a single word.

His cheeks were so cutely flushed that you couldn’t help but giggle and get on your tippy toes, planting a kiss on his cheek. “Hi, handsome.” 

Takeshi.exe stopped working. System needs rebooting.

The only action he was capable of doing was to keep his arm around you as your parents took a few pictures, later titled “Y/N x Takeshi” in a red heart, or “Prom 💖 “ and “Together Forever”

Takeshi remained quiet for most of the prom and drank a lot of punch, kept tugging on his collar feeling so very hot, just by looking at you, and his face remained blushy for the duration of the prom, even though he was dancing with you, almost robotically.

Though you weren’t necessarily the most popular girl in highschool, you and Takeshi were named Queen and King of the Prom, and were called on stage - They put a tiara on your head, and a flower bouquet, and they took pictures of you.

The one that Takeshi would later develop and frame, however, is the one where he pulls you into a deep kiss, and he captions it with “I love you 💖“

“I’m sorry I barely said anything the whole night, it’s just... I just think you’re so beautiful that my brain got a short-circuit.” he chuckled timidly, scratching at the back of his neck. “Will you wear pretty dresses again when I ask you on dates?” “If you promise not to have me run around or play in the mud, then sure. I have to take those cute clothes from naphthalene.” you smiled sweetly at him, leaning on his side, on the bench outside of the prom venue. “You know, ‘Tsuki... This is the most beautiful day of my life. On the same spot as the day I met you.” “I feel the same.” Takeshi he said, cupping your face tenderly. “I love you.”

You were the one to take notes in all classes and tutor your boyfriend through most of the classes, because he was always busy with his karate and fighting classes, and you supported him through everything.

Sometimes, you’d stop by the dojo and bring him lunch.

He was always smug, showing off his beautiful girlfriend, but he was still a little sheepish at the beginning--

Until all of the students and the master started calling you a married couple, so you just rolled with it.

You were actually pretty happy, hearing other people think you two were such a perfect match!

You ended up making friends with most of the people of the dojo, and you were always invited out with them, and got the privilege of taking care of everyone as if you’re their mother.

Highschool’s IT couple, without a doubt.

For graduation, everyone asked you if they were going to be invited to your wedding.

By the time Takeshi was 20 years old, he was already Furumi Pharmaceuticals’ underground fighter, and though you were a little upset at seeing him get hit, he was a literal beast, and always won.

Mr. Furumi Heihachi took you everywhere he’d take Takeshi, knowing you were pretty much glued together - And much to his surprise, you loved the Kengan universe, it made you feel as though you were in some mafia movie, and you were some kind of badass, super rich businesswoman or whatever.

Seeing everyone dressed so formal, also encouraged you to adopt a more elegant style.

Who wouldn’t want to see the strongest man alive having this Goddess Eye-Candy clinging on his arm?

Most of the money he made out of fighting, he’d keep for emergencies, but pretty soon, he was being buried alive in stacks of money, so he’d throw all of his money on buying you stuff, or taking you on long trips around the world.

Also, if you or your family ever had a medical emergency, Mr. Furumi has you covered, no cost.

You and Takeshi also moved in together.

You got to see Takeshi go through an edgy phase when he bought some black hair dye and had you do his hair.

You told him it was a bad idea, but he was hyperfixated with the idea, so you obliged.

You would teasingly call him ‘Wild Tiger’, especially when he’d forget his strength and hug you a little to tightly, or hold your hand to the point of almost shattering your bones.

He’d also try to always be tender and romantic and gentle with you, but given his strength and how excited you get him most of the time just by looking at you, he can get a little sloppy, which is kinda adorable, and always makes you tease him.

He can get a little embarrassed at how easily riled up and in the mood he can get, just from how pretty you are, or a simply touch, or you trailing his fingers up his arms or chest - But a single giggle from you is enough of a reassurance that you’re okay and he can go on.

He’s also sloppy with his outfits, though he mostly wears jeans and a form-fitting Tshirt, so you happily oblige to fix his clothes, be it the collar of a shirt, or a tie - And he lives for it.

After his loss against the Fifth Fang of Metsudo, he got in such a deep depression, and he was so gloomy and filled with self-hatred that it took a lot out of you and Uncle Furumi to drag him out and encourage him again.

It was almost scary how hard he took that loss against his pristine clean record, but you motivated him to never give up, and continue striving only upwards.

He even got formally kicked out of the Karate dojo, because of his underground fights, but he still maintains a proper mentorship relationship with the master.

When he finally got himself back on his feet, he was dead set on getting rid of that ugly black dye, and return to his pretty sandy coloured hair.

He even let himself grow a little facial hair, and he looked great with a goatee - And you’d pull on it often, especially if you wanted him to kiss you, or more.

He eventually asked you to marry him, when you were out a trek in some mountains, and you’ve reached the summit.

Coincidentally, a few other tourists were there, and took pictures and videos of the whole ordeal and congratulated you - All pictures were developed and captioned with “She said Yes!” and “Peak Happiness”.

In your shared bedroom, you have all the best pictures taped to each empty wall, held with fairy lights and pretty paintings you made.

Same goes for the wedding pictures, with the most gorgeous bride in the world, and the most handsome groom there ever was.

Even if you ever argue, which is rarely to begin with, a single look at all those happy, loving memories is enough to make you calm down and solve the issue.

You are good friends with Seki and Sakura, and the four of you often go out for drinks;

But at the end of the day, the two of you enjoy staying home and drinking, in front of a good movie or a video game, just as much, if not, more.

You didn’t know where exactly he fished Imai Cosmo, a literal child, but the two of you basically adopted Cos and became something close to his second family.

You support him for all of his matches and he ends up calling you ‘Big sis’ and saying that, if his Senpai isn’t around, he will be the one to protect you.

Later on, Wakatsuki continued his incredible run of wins, until he reached the Floating Cloud, Hatsumi Sen, the Aikido master, who was able to defeat him - Yet this time, unlike with Kano Agito, he was able to recover and realise he needs some new strategies, to go against flickery people like Sen, whom he can’t defeat with strikes and raw strength alone.

That’s how he got motivated to learn some grappling and get more actively involved in learning about different fighting styles, moves and theory, so he will be able to counter when his punches aren’t enough.

Also developed his Trump Card, the ‘Blast Core’, that only you and Mr. Furumi knew of.

During the Kengan Annihilation Tournament, you had a lot of fun together, at the beach, with even more pictures taken for your wall of memories.

When you found out the tournament brackets, you told Takeshi he was easily going to get in the finals, and get his chance of a rematch against the Fang.

Before every one of his fights, you would sit on his knee and hug his head to your chest, patting his hair, yet muttered no word; He kept his earbuds in his ears, with no music turned on.

When he was ready to speak, you would encourage him and sooth away his anxieties, even hold his hand all the way to the arena entrance, calling him Champion and the mighty Wild Tiger.

His first match against Murobuchi Gozo was an easy one, though Tsuki remained humble as always.

For the free time left until the second round, you got to hang out with Sakura and her sister, Kaede, who worked for the Nogi Group.

Takeshi’s fight against Julius was rather scary to watch, especially as he got half of his face dragged against the cement of the arena ring, and later needed skin grafting.

Of course, not wanting to get his medical records disclosed, he remained with minimal first aid from you, and a lot of scolding for disregarding his well being.

Silly man.

You thought you’d gotten used to seeing your husband get the beating of his lifetime in the Kengan world, especially as he was sporting a ridiculously high record of over 300 matches and only two losses, but the Annihilation Tournament was on a whole other level.

His fight against the Mercenary Muteba was just as awful to watch, especially seeing Takeshi having to fake near-death, just to land a good blow on him and win his game.

You were the happiest when the mercenary gave up his match, as you were sure there will be more damage on Takeshi’s health...

Only for him to actually lose to Tokita Ohma.

What a monster that one was.

You began cheering on the guy, only for him to unfortunately lose to Master Kuroki.

At the end of the tournament, you were happy that Takeshi wasn’t too demoralised for losing and being unable to make his Uncle the Chairman of the Kengan Organisation.

The two of you spent the few next years finding ways for him to improve.

Almost three years later, Takeshi gets recruited to participate in a Kengan vs Purgatory Tournament, and of course, Mr. Furumi gladly accepts Mr. Nogi’s proposal.

You find out all about the Worms, and realise the gravity of the situation, and hope you and your husband can take a step back when it comes to actively going out to hunt them.

You didn’t want to outright pursue terrorists and psychopaths like them - You really didn’t want to be a young widow after all.

You thought you’d witnessed all the crazy things in the world, but there were still things that shocked both of you, including the black and white centipede-tattooed Worms that infiltrated the Purgatory, Rolon’s statement that some might have infiltrated the Kengan scene also, the supposed brother of Meguro Masaki, Raian splitting Alan Wu in two, and the death of the Patriarch of the Kure Clan... And many more.

Though you were very against the cowardly Down and Ringout rules of the Purgatory, your husband didn’t end up losing to such a thing -

But he got in a perfect draw against the man called Fei Wangfang, who would end up succumbing to the monstrous injuries he received from Takeshi.

The two of you needed a long travel, away from Japan, to rewind and get your peace back, after so much chaos.

At least, thanks to Tokita Ohma, Kengan won!

Still, at the end of the day, your home still remained your safe haven, surrounded by all those precious memories you made together; And each other’s arms will continue being the places you both love the most.

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Being in a relationship with Wakatsuki Takeshi... Being in a relationship with Yoroizuka Saw Paing... Being in a relationship with Kure Raian... Being in a relationship with Tokuno’o Tokumichi... Being in a relationship with Kano Agito... Being in a relationship with Gaolang Wongsawat... Being in a relationship with Gaoh Ryuki... Being in a relationship with Narushima Koga... Being in a relationship with Hatsumi Sen

[omgrachwrites]

One of The Lads - Sirius Black

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Warnings: swearing and fluff!!

Request: Could I get au number 8, for secret relationship with Sirius black and female reader? Where maybe they’re only secret because she’s like the pet of the friend group to everyone with how like silly she is and no one really expected the 2 of them, lots of fluff please 🙏 and only if you want to ofc, take it easy and don’t rush! Thank you for consideringggg🧡🧡 - @siriuslycaptainofthedawntreader

A/N: Thanks so much for requesting love! I hope everyone enjoys, I love you all very much! xxx

It was a wet and dreary day in October, the enchanted ceiling overhead was exceptionally dull with dark grey clouds floating in the centre, that looked to burst at any moment. The bad weather seemed to have an impact on some of the Hogwarts students, not you though, you loved weather like this.

Although long, summer days were glorious, sometimes you yearned for the cold weather when you could wrap up in your fluffy coat and scarf. Weather where you could all rush to Hogsmeade, finding shelter and warmth in a corner The Three Broomsticks, laughing and joking over a pint of Butterbeer before wandering back to the castle in the dark, you way lit only by a couple of streetlamps.

Remus tried to give you an unimpressed look but you could see the corners of his mouth twitching as he tried not to laugh when another marshmallow hit him between the eyes, “Jesus, Y/N! You’re the best seeker that we’ve had in years, how can you not land a marshmallow in a giant mug,” he laughed as he gestured to his enormous mug of hot chocolate.

You pulled a face at him, “I can catch things well enough, I just can’t throw them,” you proved your statement as you lobbed another marshmallow and it completely missed its mark as it flew past Remus’ shoulder and hit someone on the back of their head.

“What’s going on here?” Sirius laughed as he finally joined the breakfast table, “it looks like a marshmallow factory has exploded,” his voice was rough from sleep and his hair was a little messy as he ran a hand through it.

You were momentarily speechless as you gazed up at him, your mouth slightly open, in your opinion he looked the most handsome after just waking up. You and Sirius had been dating for a couple of months. In complete secret. You had even hidden it from your best friends, not for any malicious reasons of course, you didn’t know how they would take it. Dating within the friendship was some sort of forbidden unspoken rule.

“Y/N, is being a pain in the arse,” Remus grinned at you.

You gasped, pretending to be offended, “I’m a delight.”

Remus rolled his eyes as he looked at his best friend, “she can’t get a marshmallow into my mug, embarrassing really,” he joked, immediately contradicting his words as a marshmallow soared into the mug, making a tiny splash.

James, who had been watching let out a weak cheer, “finally. That was fucking painful to watch,” he smirked as you gave him the finger.

Sirius grinned at you as he sat next to you, his little finger linking with yours, his way of saying I love you when he couldn’t say it out loud. You smiled back as you linked your fingers together.

As you, Remus and Sirius walked down to Potions, you could see James once again, trying his hardest to chat up Lily Evans. To be fair, this year she seemed to hate him less, James’ head had really deflated in size and he was much more likeable. Lily caught your eye over James shoulder and she rolled her eyes with a grin before trying to look like she was interested in whatever James was saying.

You smirked at the couple, wanting to get James back for what he said at breakfast, and you did just that. Taking your wand from the inside of your robes you subtly pointed it at James’ bag, muttering a spell. A quiet ripping noise and a louder crash echoed through the corridors of the dungeons as the seams on James’ bag was pulled apart and his belongings went crashing to the floor. James let out a very high pitched yelp as he scrambled to pick his stuff up, his glasses falling down his nose and his cheeks flushing.

Your face must have given you away because he shook his head and slung an arm over your shoulders as you all walked into the classroom. He glared at you but when he spoke you could hear the laughter in his voice.

“That was so mean.”

You laughed as you looked up at him, “you still love me though, right?”

He groaned “yes, I do,” he replied reluctantly.

More of your silliness ensued while you were making your potion, you were all brewing an Elixir to Induce Euphoria. Unfortunately, it seemed as though you had put in too much of one ingredient and not enough of another, which resulted in the effects being too strong, reducing you and your friend Alice into fits of silent giggles. Slughorn looked up at you both, shaking his head.

Finally, it came to yours and Sirius’ free period so you were sitting down at the deserted boat house, Sirius was sitting behind you with his arms wrapped around you as he placed sweet kisses on your cheek. You hummed as you leaned back into him and you felt him smile against your skin. There was nothing but the sound of the howling wind and the rippling of the water before Sirius spoke up.

“I want to tell people we’re dating.”

You tensed up in his arms and glanced at him over your shoulder to find him grinning at you but his grey eyes held a look of vulnerability, “you do?”

“Yeah, I know you’re not big on the idea.”

You sighed, “I want to tell people Sirius, I do,” you hesitated, “but I mean, I’m not exactly your type am I?”

Sirius frowned, a crease forming between his eyebrows, “you’re beautiful, smart and funny. Exactly my type,” he kissed you gently.

You flushed at his words as you fiddled with the ring that he wore on his thumb, “everyone sees me as just ‘one of the lads’ though, they’d be weirded out if they found out we were together.”

“Our friends would want us to be happy, Y/N.”

You knew he was right, of course he was right. You guys had the best friends in the whole world who would be happy for you. Finally, you nodded, “okay. Let’s tell them.”

After classes were over, you both walked into the dormitory, hand in hand and found your friends sitting by the fire, “we have to tell you guys something,” Sirius spoke up.

Remus smirked as he pointed at your joined hands, “is it something to do with that?” his words caused you and Sirius to exchange a look.

James’ eyes widened slightly, “wow, I never would have thought of you guys as a couple,” your face dropped at James’ words and you exchanged another nervous look with Sirius.

“What do you mean by that?” you whispered, bracing yourself.

“Well, he’s infuriating enough as a best friend, never mind a boyfriend. You’re a saint, Y/N,” James joked and you let out a relived sigh, “I’m really happy for you guys.”

“Me too,” Remus grinned as Sirius turned to give you a little kiss.

“C’mon, I snuck into the kitchens and stole some Firewhiskey, let’s celebrate,” James picked up a bottle of amber liquid, shaking it with a suggestive look on his face.

[sarahbethdurst]

THE SPELLSHOP comes out today!!!

I am over-the-moon excited to share with you that today is the book birthday for my newest book, THE SPELLSHOP! It's a cozy fantasy about a rogue librarian and her best friend, a sentient spider plant, who take on the low-stakes market of illegal spellmaking and the high-risk business of starting over. And it's for anyone who is looking for a slice of joy, a bit of comfort, or just a deep breath.

I wrote this book to feel like a warm hug. Or like drinking hot chocolate. Or like eating really good raspberry jam. Or a cinnamon roll, with hot chocolate and maybe some raspberry jam on the side…

We've all been through a lot over the past few years, and I wrote THE SPELLSHOP for anyone who wants to escape into a world filled with kindness and enchantment.

Thank you to everyone at Macmillan/Tor/Bramble for bringing this book to life and gracing it with Lulu Chen's beautiful cover art and such lovely lavender sprayed edges!

If you'd like to learn more about the book or read the first chapter, please visit my website: http://www.sarahbethdurst.com/Spellshop.htm

I'm also going on book tour starting today, and I'm so excited!! If you'd like to join me at any of my tour stops, I'd love to see you! For details, see the Events page of my website.

Happy reading!!!

[rainroses45]

Chances

☾description: You start to regret your past after having been told recent bad news. Miguel tries to help out as best he can, but falls short, and needs to call in for help.

☾a/n: i think i might take a tiny break (2 days)….this will be part of a series maybe (NOT EDITED)

☾song inspiration: Daylight- David Kushner

☾warnings: umm hinted miscarriage and complications with pregnancy, depression

You felt his gaze on you, but refused to comment on it. The untouched onesies in front of you felt as useless as a chocolate teapot. They were laid out in similar colors of yellow and white, yet they all had different emotions attached to their brand new fabric that caused them to break your heart further.

“Do you want to talk about it?” His voice barely made its way towards you, even as the room stayed still with silence.

“What’s there to talk about?” You asked lightly kicking one the onesie’s away from you, but you soon regretted your actions. Quickly, you rushed to your knees and straightened out the tiny piece of clothing, placing it back in its old spot.

“You know what they say isn’t true?” His words lack the truth in your mind, making them loose every ounce of hope left to their tiny threads.

“How do you know that Miguel?” Hours ago, questions upon questions flooded your mind all at once that you couldn’t focus on anything but your beating heart. But now, you stayed still like a statue not even caring if your heart still filled you with the same melody.

“Doctors aren’t always right mi vida. They are human too.” His shadow fell upon your body covering your swollen belly. Bandages wrapped around your hands like little fingers gripping for safety in the new world.

“I know.” You whispered back as your lip trembled under the weight of the recent news.

When you went to doctors for a check up, you were overjoyed to see your little ball of sunshine on screen. Her heartbeat echoed through the dimly lit room like a siren’s call through the coves. It enchanted you and bewitched every emotion inside your body.

You couldn’t stop smiling at the beautiful sound that came from your belly, that when the lights came on you still shined in the internal glow. It was not until the doctor informed you of the results of your last test, that you let the feeling of hope drain from you.

Complications. Further along the pregnancy there would be complications, she said it as if it was a well known fact, making you feel stupid in believing you would have a smooth pregnancy.

“With Miguel’s and your’s complex DNA it would be difficult for the baby to be developed without any complications.” You could read between the lines along with the way the doctor looked around the room not wanting to look into your horror filled eyes.

“I wish I was never bitten by that stupid spider.” You admitted out loud as you watch Miguel’s posture tense up.

“Pero Amor, if you didn’t get bit I would have never met you.” He sunk to his knees next to you, wrapping his arms around your limp body.

“I know, but I rather be free of this duty then loose our baby.” You voice was gentle yet it was sharp enough to cut Miguel’s heart into millions of pieces.

“We will get through this.” He held back all the emotion letting him join you in the monuments of stone. “ I can’t loose another daughter.”

His voice was low yet dark. No one knew how deep his grief grew inside his heart, and no one would want to see just hot sharp the thrones would prick. You didn’t want to cause him anymore loss, but you have no control over life and death - no one did.

“I think I’m going to go to sleep already.” You got up from the floor, cradling your belly not wanted to startled any unwanted moments. Miguel helped you up placing a lingering kiss on your forehead before allowing you to walk to you guy’s master bedroom.

“Te Amo,” he said before you closed the door. You simply glanced a second at him before mumbling a faint response. “I wish you didn’t,” closing the door quietly before Miguel to further comment.

His heart sank at your words, wondering how true they really were. Miguel needed to clear his mind. He needed to call someone who could understand , but he didn’t want his ego to be crushed by the simple ring of the phone. Without another intrusive thought to overwhelm him, he dialed a number still keeping track of the sounds around him.

Just when he was about to reach the finale ring, a familiar voice picked up.

“I swear I didn’t do it!”

I just took melatonin and I’m not sure what i even wrote

[sserpente]

A/N: I’m baaaack! Sort of, haha! I’m gathering my forces to get back into posting lots of new Imagines from next week but for now, please enjoy this silly thing I wrote. I’m still healing from Loki Season 2 and I already have a festive idea for that too… and on that note, if you have any Christmassy prompts in mind, throw them my way! Have fun reading!

Words: 1185 Warnings: winter silliness, fluff

“It’s three snowballs, Astarion. Three. And stop nibbling on that carrot, you can’t even eat it!”

“They make them with two in Baldur’s Gate!” A crisp sound tore through the ice-cold air, followed by an indignant gasp from Gale.

“Stop nibbling on the damn thing!”

It truly was a sight to behold. Gale, wrapped in a purple scarf and a hat that practically screamed wizard and Astarion, not bothered by the cold, wearing no jacket or gloves with his white shirt and those sleeves rolled up to his elbows to reveal his strong arms; and the white new layer of snow that had come to rest in camp overnight.

Upgrading those tents with magical heating and enchanted fire had been a brilliant idea judging by how you sank into fresh powdery flakes knee-deep as soon as you stepped outside. The cold greeted you by biting at every inch of exposed skin it could find.

Gale ripped the carrot from Astarion’s grasp who spat out the tip he’d just bitten off with a disgusted expression. In between them sat two differently sized snowballs stacked on top of each other, and another small one next to the wizard’s boots on the ground.

You crossed your arms before your chest, holding back a laugh. “What in the hells are you two doing?”

“I am trying to build a snowman. Astarion is trying to sabotage me.”

“I would do no such thing!” With a shit-eating grin, he raised his arms in defence. “A snowman has two snowballs as I, kind as I am, have made Gale aware of. I was trying to help.”

“Well… Alright, I see. We went from fighting mind flayers to arguing over snowmen’s body parts?” You raised an eyebrow, still attempting your very best to keep that hysteric laugh bubbling up your throat down.

“Building snowmen is a perfectly acceptable way to pass the time in winter,” Gale argued as he heaved the last snowball up and sat him on top of the other two. The carrot slipped from his hands as he did and it took Astarion only a split second to snatch it up and plunge it into the snowman’s “face” with so much force the snowball almost broke in half.

Both Astarion and you watched soundlessly how Gale retrieved a handful of coals from his tent and proceeded to give the snowman eyes, a mouth and buttons.

“He looks a little thin, don’t you think?” Astarion suggested all of a sudden. You blinked as they both contemplated the snowman with tilted heads and then got to work, scooping up more snow from the ground to pat it on. If only you had Oskar with you right now to paint a picture of this—no one would ever believe it.

“Now… go on… give him your scarf and your hat,” Astarion said. You chuckled. The cold was all but forgotten now—you were invested. Hells, this was better than your morning coffee.

“I think I’ll pass on that one, thanks. I certainly need them more than the snowman does. Besides, I could just do that—“ Gale waved his hand and snapped his fingers in a fluid motion. Out of thin air, he materialised a miniature scarf and hat to complete the snowman’s appearance.

You clapped your hands. “Bravo! He looks adorable. Now… has either of you thought of making some coffee before you got to work with this masterpiece?”

“I can’t say that I did,” Gale announced. “I’m more of a hot chocolate guy around this time of the year.”

Chuckling once more, you stepped closer and shivered. You’d need a jacket soon. The cold was starting to take a toll on you, not even the hot flushes Astarion’s presence gave you could help with that.

“Then go work your magic and make us some, will you? Please?”

Astarion hummed, regarding the finished snowman wordlessly as Gale nodded with a smile and returned to his tent.

It was a beautiful winter morning indeed. You bent down to shovel some fresh snow in your hands and formed a snowball before joining Astarion for a good morning kiss.

“You know…” He breathed a laugh. “It’s almost funny. I’ve never bothered playing with snow before. I never had the time.”

You cupped his cheek with your free hand when his gaze became distant, gently forcing him back to the present. “But you do now. We can make a whole snowman army. And have snowball fights.”

“Snowball fights?” The confusion in his voice was palpable, teasing almost.

“Snowball fights,” you repeated. With that, you brought the hand holding the snowball above his head and smashed it on top of his hair.

Astarion’s jaw dropped, feigned indignity paired with real indignity as the snow trickled through his hair and on his shoulders. You laughed, almost slipping on the snow campground when you turned on your heels and made a run for it. There was no need to look back to see if he was following you. He was—and with his vampiric reflexes, he had his arms wrapped around your middle in no time.

You both went down before your brain could even process you were falling. Astarion cupped the back of your head to keep you from hurting yourself as he landed on top of you, his free hand snatching both your wrists to pin them down above your head.

“How dare you, pet.” It wasn’t a question, that much was for sure. You laughed, your weak and half-hearted attempt to wriggle yourself free all but failing before it properly started.

“Ahh, oh, gods, it’s cold! It’s cold!” You arched your back to escape the snow but were promptly blocked by Astarion’s body weight on top of you. He chuckled—the mischievous sound immediately sent a pleasant shiver up and down your spine.

“Well… that’s what you get for attacking a vampire,” he mused.

“Hmm, and quite vicious it was.” There was a proud and smug hue about you but it didn’t last long for when Astarion pressed his cold lips against yours, you became putty in his awkward embrace in the snow. Your eyes fell shut, body welcoming him in and for a moment, his affection even chased away the biting cold of the fresh flakes underneath you.

“Hey, lovebirds! The hot chocolate is ready!” Gale’s voice came echoing across the entire camp. If your remaining companions hadn’t been awake yet, they certainly were now.

You licked your lips when Astarion broke the kiss, reluctance shimmering in his red eyes.

“Hot chocolate… you know… I wonder what would happen if we poured you a mug and then mixed it with some of my blood. You think that would taste good?”

“Well…” A smirk. “I am open to experimenting.”

“Speaking of experiments, I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have sex in the snow.”

Astarion laughed. He rolled off of you and offered his hand to help you up. “I could be persuaded,” he said when you walked past him to get your hot chocolate. You grinned in response. You knew he already was.

[oogalaboogalabich]

More Durgetash filth for you :) w/ canon durge.

Enver is feeling dominant tonight, more than that, he needs to rid himself of some pent up rage and you are all too happy to oblige him.

He has been wailing on you fairly hard. Fierce and merciless while you arent even bound, tempting danger more than you usually dare. However, your caution seems unwarranted for once.

You are completely blissed out in the sauce though and he cant get the reaction out of you he wants. He wants you to fight back. But that isnt going to happen today. For whatever reason, youre so relaxed under his brutality you fear you may actually drift off into sleep, despite the very very real beating youre getting.

Hes exhausted himself and youre just smiling up at him and bleeding. Its utterly infuriating. Entirely enchanting.

Gortashs good arm is shaking from exhertion and he looks cross as he does pleased.

"I was hoping for a little more fight from you, bhaalspawn."

"Feels too good" your chest is heaving with your ragged breath, your voice seeping from your throat like gravel and chocolate. "Dont want to scream..." Almost soothing enough to ease his ire. He wanted you to cry out today. needed it. Its so rare for enver to be in the mood for this. you feel a twinge of guilt, however small it is. But your still floating in a world off in your own right now, only half present.

"An exchange then." He tosses the tawse to the side and taps a crop under your chin a moment later, lifting it. "What is it you want, beast? How am i to wrench a scream from that pretty blue tongue?"

Your grin resembles more of a snarl, what for him pulling you out of your reverie. He asked you a question. You try to recall, but seconds ago may as well be hours.

"I asked you...*tap* what *tap* you *tap* want."

You stare up at him, and drink in his features. You do your best to ignore the red hot whispers of blood and death as they swirl and circle in from the corners of your mind, no longer silenced by the haze of Envers lash.

His lips have always been your favorite feature of his. Something forbidden to you for fear of destroying his greatest weapon in your teeth. Thin above with a lower lip that creates a meaty little pout whenever hes not scowling or smiling outright.

Your teeth are too sharp for him. Always. A healing spell could fix the damage, but it is his one prevailing fear. The loss of his voice, the use of his talented tongue, his ability to command.

An intolerable sacrifice he would never give freely. But he doesnt offer freely. Not tonight.

You speak before you mean to.

"A kiss."

Envers eyes visibly darken at that, if thats even possible.

"A kiss..." His smirk is one of incredulous surprise. His tone mocking, sardonic. He rolls his eyes, but looks so beyond pleased with this answer that it concerns you. you dont understand why, and you dont dare question him now...not until you have your answer at least.

"Please..." you dont speak this time. It comes out as little more than a rumble in your chest. As soft as it is, you sound positively feral, even by your own judgement. "Just one....gods PLEASE Enver."

Envers eyes have gone wide, his breath following a quicker rhythem than before. He knew he wanted this, despite his fears, he wants it as much as you.

The silence lasts far too long.

"Hold out your sword arm..."

"Env-" your jaw aches from the sting of the crop across it. You try to reign in your grin, to hide the teeth that enver would see...would remember and then deny you your wish. But your scailed lips peel back anyway, and your tongue lolls past them as your claws dig groves in the stone floor.

You lift your arm.

"Palm up...." you obey without question this time. He traces the crop in circles around the center of your palm. "An eye for an eye...as always with you isnt it?"

You draw in a breath that shudders with you.

"A weapon..." his tongue wets the corner of his lower lip. "...for a weapon."

You had never once begged him before. Not. once. Demanded, yes. Sarcastically denied any interest? Of course. Spent hours and hours on his knees in submission? Oh absolutely.

But this....this was better than he could have hoped for. A bhallspawn, the purest flesh of his gods mortal enemy.

Offering his own unholy hand in sacrifice for the kiss of a Tyrant.

Ten blows. Ten beautiful savage, flesh tearing strikes of twisted iron to your palm.

Each one alone is not enough, but by the time he reaches number seven, you can feel the very marrow in your bones beginning to bruise.

The eighth has you roaring at him like the animal he loves to reduce you to.

The nineth is aknowledgeable agony, something so deep even you cannot deny that little pleasure can be had from it. And you wonder if any kiss is worth this until you see the look on his face. Youve finally given him what he wanted. Its better than he could have imagined, hearing not a cry or a scream, but the gutteral roar of his dragonborn pet.

The tenth....gods but the tenth blow takes so long to come. You kneel there, shaking, anxious...eager even, despite the knowledge that the final blow will be far worse than any before.

And it is. Its saring white hot and blinding as the kiss that follows before you even realize youve been hit. You feel his gauntlets cutting under your jaw as he presses his lips to yours. You dont expect anything more than that. Enver has never once allowed even this. Too intimate.

You are both already so dangerously close to blasphemy every time you even look at each other.

But then you feel it, his tongue, gliding in past wicked teeth and coaxing yours to join it. You dare not move your jaw except to open it further at his behest, letting him do as he pleases. You feel it caress and flick freely with the enthusiasm and lack of skill one would expect from someone who doesnt normally allow themselves such indignity, especially as messy as this. You want to bite. Hells you must. Not. Bite. But gods hes got your tongue between those lips and-

And hes gone. You whine at the loss and care little that you must sound disgustingly pitiful. open your eyes to see him standing, smirking above you. His hair sticks to his cheeks and forehead, dripping with sweat same as what of his chest you are privilaged to see through the laces of his shirt. His gauntlets must be sweltering for him.

Indeed you can see moisture dripping from his wrists from under the golden cuffs. Its a wonder he was able to grip the crop so tightly.

He rakes a hand through his hair and slicks it back. Something you only ever see when on your knees...or when you have him on his.

He tosses the crop to the floor, unceremonious and callous as ever.

"Clean yourself up..." and meet him in the boudoir. the silent half of the command is present enough in the strained nature of his exit.

You dare only move when the door closes behind him, leaving you alone in his office.

You groan and collapse, rolling onto your back as a chuckle escapes you. You lift your hand to inspect it.

Your hide is only mildly bruised. The discoloration negligible.

but the damage beneath sings to you, makes your throat thrum in thick, plucking clicks of your vocal chords that resemble a purr.

You give your fingers an experimental flex, and suck in a hiss of air when your palm sends agony all the way up to your elbow.

Every flick of your blade for the next tenday, every sacrifice to Bhaal would be tainted by the taste of Banes chosen. The memory of the reward given for your tribute. Your sacrifice, mild as it is.

A sliver of dread slips into the back of your mind, and yet....you smile.

"Forgive me, Father..."

Worth it. So worth it.

[chaenniz]

Hi! It's actually my first time to request but can you make a Danielle angst? Im craving for it for days already:) thank you and please have a nice day:)

(Forgive me for my bad english)

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drew barrymore - marsh danielle

A/N ;; first time writing angst,, hope it’s to your liking anon! was listening to this while writing

genre ;; angst

wc ;; 1.6k

it was a cozy café on a rainy afternoon when destiny intervened, casting its enchanting spell upon your lives.

seeking solace from the downpour outside, you found refuge in the warm embrace of the café, its aromatic scents of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods dancing in the air.

little did you know that the tantalizing aroma of dark chocolate would lead you to a serendipitous encounter with marsh danielle, the best and worst thing that could’ve happened to your life.

as you approached the counter to order your favorite hot beverage, drenched from the rain outside, your eyes were drawn to a mesmerizing sight.

there stood danielle, her radiant smile reflecting the golden hues of the café lights. she delicately held a piece of dark chocolate, admiring it with a childlike wonder, as if it held the secrets of the universe within its velvety embrace.

curiosity piqued, you found yourself unable to resist the pull of this captivating scene. with a touch of courage, you approached danielle, catching her attention as you both reached for the same piece of dark chocolate. your fingertips brushed against each other, igniting a subtle spark that lingered in the air.

"seems like we have the same taste in chocolate," you remarked, a hint of playfulness in your voice.

danielle's eyes met yours, a mix of surprise and intrigue dancing in their depths. a warm blush painted her cheeks as she returned your playful banter, "well, i guess great minds think alike."

an effortless conversation ensued, flowing as smoothly as the warm streams of coffee. you found out that danielle was a trainee for hybe, set to debut in an upcoming group named “newjeans.”

hours melted away like chocolate in the sun as you conversed with each other as if you’ve known the other your entire life.

in the gentle lull of conversation, danielle reached for the remaining piece of dark chocolate, a silent invitation extended between you.

as she broke off a small portion, her hand extended toward you, offering a taste of the bittersweet delight.

with a mix of anticipation and reverence, you accepted the piece of chocolate, allowing its rich flavors to envelop your senses.

in that moment, it was as if time stood still, capturing the essence of this delicate connection forged over a simple piece of chocolate.

as the rain continued to drizzle outside, you thanked the universe for allowing you to cross paths with marsh danielle.

oh, just how wrong you were then.

about 8 months after the cafe encounter, danielle had been your world, the love of your life. but lately, something felt off.

the warmth in her touch had turned cold, and her once vibrant smile seemed forced. you couldn't shake the feeling that she was slipping away, and it ate at you day by day.

one evening, as you sat alone in your room, you decided to watch your girlfriend’s videos.

you don’t know when it happened, but insecurities flooded your mind, and the comparisons to haerin, danielle’s fellow group member, and one she was particularly touchy with, became inescapable.

haerin possessed a captivating presence, with her charismatic smile and mesmerizing talent. the more you watched her perform, the more you found yourself questioning your own worth.

after all, you were a nobody. you weren’t a member of the monster rookie girl group, newjeans. you were just somebody who got lucky by having the chance to meet and befriend them before their stardom.

as you kept watching newjeans fans’ videos, you realized that danielle and haerin had been shipped and edited together a lot.

you wondered if danielle had found solace in haerin's arms, if she had been captivated by her effortless charm, like she once was with you.

the doubt and self-criticism began to poison your mind, overshadowing your once-confident spirit. you questioned your every move, dissecting your every flaw, and wondering if you could ever measure up to haerin.

it felt as if you were in a constant competition, and you were losing.

the weight of your insecurities became unbearable, and the truth finally came crashing down on you. a close friend, hanni, unable to bear witness to your suffering any longer, revealed the painful secret to you over a facetime call:

“y/n, danielle’s been seeing haerin behind your back.”

it was as if the world crumbled beneath your feet. the pain of betrayal mixed with the feelings of inadequacy, creating an explosive cocktail of heartbreak and anger.

no, that couldn’t be right. your danielle was walking ray of sunshine, there’s no way she would have done something as vile as that to you.

before you could defend your girlfriend, hanni sends you a picture of danielle and haerin kissing.

you felt your heart break into several pieces, speechless at what hanni had just sent you.

you begin to feel the airway in your throat constricting, with a choked voice, you quickly end your call with hanni.

you listen to the the opening of the door to yours and danielle’s shared apartment. the same apartment that danielle begged her manager for because she couldn’t stand the thought of being away from you. you’re taken out of your thoughts as jingling keys progressively getting louder.

“hi baby,” danielle weakly smiled at you, “i’m going to wash up and rest. today’s schedule was tough.”

normally, you would have been more understanding, but hanni’s call from earlier today lingered on your mind.

“dani, we need to talk.” you affirm, your eyes locking onto hers.

danielle looks confused for a bit before writing you off, “i’m really tired, can’t we talk tomorrow?”

you decided to rip the band aid right off, “are you cheating on me, marsh danielle?”

danielle’s eyes pop out of her head, “w-what do you mean?”

you begin to feel the tears in your eyes well up. you show danielle the picture hanni sent you. “please don’t tell it’s what i think it is.”

silence is all you recieve from danielle.

"how could you do this to me? to us?" you cried out, your voice laced with pain and trembling with emotion.

danielle's face paled, her eyes filled with remorse as she struggled to find the right words. "i... i'm sorry," she stammered, tears welling up now too. "i never meant to hurt you. it was a mistake, a moment of weakness."

her words fell on deaf ears as your heart shattered further. the confrontation turned messy as your anger consumed you, your emotions boiling over.

"a moment of weakness? that's not an excuse!" you yelled, your voice filled with righteous fury. "you betrayed me, danielle. you threw away everything we had for a fleeting desire!"

the room fell silent again as tension hung thick in the air. danielle’s eyes shifting guiltily away from you. the pain etched on your face was palpable, a rawness that couldn't be concealed.

the truth hung heavy in the air as the confrontation reached its boiling point. the room felt suffocating, tension crackling like electricity between you and danielle.

"you think you can just cheat on me and then apologize? is that what this is?" you spat, your voice shaking with a mix of anger and hurt. “do you have nothing else to say?”

danielle's eyes glanced towards yours before it quickly darted away again, unable to meet your gaze. "i... i didn't mean for it to happen," she mumbled, her voice barely audible.

"didn't mean for it to happen? how can you say that?" you exclaimed, frustration and pain fueling your words. "you knew exactly what you were doing when you got involved with haerin."

her shoulders slumped as guilt washed over her features. "i know i messed up. i never wanted to hurt you," she admitted, tears now streaming down her face without stop.

"you had a choice, danielle.” you steady your shake breath before speaking again, “you had a choice, and you chose to betray me." you stated, your voice filled with a mixture of disappointment and disbelief.

silence engulfed the room for a third time as the weight of the truth settled in. the echoes of the argument reverberated through your mind, each word etching itself into your memory. the pain and anger surged within you, threatening to consume you entirely.

“how long has it been going on for?” you try your best to question calmly.

“four months.”

four months. danielle’s words had left you estranged. four months where danielle had been unfaithful to you without you even realizing, you thought.

“why?” you ask, tears dropping as you try to wipe them off.

“i just got so lonely and-“ danielle tries to explain her side of things, but you cut her off.

“no. you don’t get to say that you’ve been lonely, danielle.” your voice raises in volume, “how did you think i felt when you had to travel around the world for months at a time to shoot for your music videos?!?”

in that moment, you realized that forgiveness was not something you were ready to offer.

the betrayal ran deep, tearing at the very fabric of your trust and love. it was a wound that could not be easily mended.

so, you made a decision. you couldn't continue living in the shadow of danielle's betrayal. the comparisons to haerin, the self-doubt, and the pain—they were no longer your burden to bear.

with a heavy heart, you turned away from danielle, unable to bear the sight of her.

the relationship you had cherished was now tarnished, irreparably broken. the confrontation had become the turning point, the moment when you knew you could no longer hold onto what was shattered.

as you walked away from danielle’s cries for you to stop, that you two could figure this out, you gathered your belongings, the echoes of your argument and her cries slowly fading into the distance. the messy confrontation had revealed the true colors of your relationship, forcing you to confront the painful reality.

love had always been bitter, much like the dark chocolate danielle had given you the very first day you met.

A/N ;; i love dark chocolate actually

[neverbeurs]

swore i’d seen you before… you thought to yourself as you looked at the oddly familiar face that had walked through the door in front of you, presenting himself as your best friend’s cousin. you nodded mindlessly, sending him a small smile as you guys made eye contact.

you were about to walk over when you slightly stumbled, jumping in shock once a warm hand coming to your lower back to support you from actually stumbling.

you widened you eyes in shock as you looked up at him, taking a few steps back. he sheepishly stretched his hand out to shake your hand, slowly taking it in your own as your skin made contact with his.

you glanced down at your conjoined hands, thinking to yourself, his touch feels shockingly familiar… reminds me of someone i used to know.. and thats when it hit you.

“have— have we met before..?” you stammered out, unconsciously biting your pretty lips. he smiled at you, eyes glinting with an unknown shine.

“you don’t remember, do you?” jaemin slightly leaned down to be at eye level with you, a small amused smirk playing at the corners of his lips. you shook her head slowly and hesitantly, looking at the dirty blonde with curious yet concerned eyes.

“underneath the sheets…” he spoke lowly, voice barely above a whisper. “you enchanted me, darling…”

you gaped at him, eyes widening in shock. he stepped back, smiling at you with a mysterious glint in his eyes.

he held your head with his strong arms, thrusting into you as he whispered sweet nothings into your ears. you shivered, letting out the most angelic noises he had heard. that night, he wrapped your body up in embers, worshipping your body like a mortal would to a god.

god, it was such a night to remember.

you blinked as you stared at his back that was slowly disappearing into the large crowd of people in costumes. you wasted no time in chasing after him, grabbing his wrist as he turned to look at you through his masquerade mask that did nothing to hide his pretty orbs.

oh, how the roles were reversed.

last time this happened, it was jaemin in your position. you could hear herself wince as you spoke the same words that he once did.

“stay.. please,” you pathetically pleaded, begging with your glossy eyes as you made direct contact with jaemin’s own.

he looked down at you, expression unreadable and stoic. “… isn’t it funny?” jaemin mumbled into your ear, his hot breath ghosting over it and giving you goosebumps all over your skin.

“why now, hm?” he raised one of his perfect brows, lips slightly quirking up in a small smirk. “after tossing me to the side..? after treating me like i was nothing but a distraction to you, and now you’re thinking about what we could have been.”

“you were the one that pushed me away..” he spoke lowly, “you become someone i used to know.. and now you want me back..?”

you gulped, looking down and loosening your tight grip on his wrist. “i just- … i just wanted to talk, jaemin.”

he hummed, looking around before taking your hand in his and dragging you towards one of the bare hallways in the house. jaemin took off his masquerade mask, his hair curling over his forehead in a comma style.

“jaemin…” you mumbled into the air as he stared at you with his dark chocolate eyes.

“why?” he asked her, leaning back on the wall as he held you by your arms. you looked down, eyes full of regret and shame.

as much as you didn’t want to admit it, you missed him. you wanted him back, not just as a fuck buddy, but as na jaemin.

“you- i need you, jaemin..” he scoffed and tilted his head to the side.

“and how exactly do you need me, doll..” he brought his hand up to cup your cheek. you fluttered your eyelashes shut as you leaned into his warm and comforting touch.

“just you.. i just need you.”

“you already have me, baby.” he wrapped a hand around your waist, leaning in and kissing you passionately as you responded back with the same passion.

oh, what an enchanting night it was.

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