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[dollesung]

FEMME FATALE .ᐟ

PAIRING. jungwon x fem reader GENRE. nsfw REQUESTED? yes. WORD COUNT. 1.7k. SYNOPSIS. after a girls day out with your friends, you show your boyfriend, jungwon, your newest set of nails. let's just say he's more than a fan. WARNINGS. sub jungwon. dom reader. reader also yaps a lot. profanities. handjob. dirty talk. jungwon thinking with his penis and his penis only. (lmao). minors do not interact.

NOTE. i wrote this at the hospital semi-drugged on some strong-ass painkillers. i shouldn’t be held responsible for whatever the fuck i wrote but i will be (i’m jk, not about the hospital and the drugs tho.)

Jungwon was waiting by the couch when you got home.

Arm perched by the backrest, with a late-night show illuminating on the TV. Jungwon was nearly half-asleep, as he blankly stared at the screen, but his face lightened at the sight of your figure entering your shared-apartment.

You had an exhausting, but exciting day out with your girl friends. You spent a lot of hours shopping for clothes and bags, as well as pampering yourself with an entire session at a spa and salon.

You deserved it after tiring your back out at work for months now, project after project piling themselves at your desk. Jungwon, of course, your ever-loving boyfriend who could never resist you, absolutely agreed that you needed some time off and supported your endevour.

“Baby, you’re home,” speaking of, Jungwon greets you as you walk in the door, with a multiple array of shopping bags in both hands. “Let me help you with those.”

You give him a grin, handing over half of the bags and letting Jungwon place them on the sofa. He grabs the remote from the coffee table by the TV and shuts it off, wanting to focus entiret on you. (Not that he cared much about that show, anyway.)

Jungwon sets some of your bags down on the floor, leaving a bit of space for the two of you to sit.

“So,” he begins. “How was your day?”

MORE UNDER THE CUT.

“Oh, it was fantastic,” you gush, repositioning yourself to face your boyfriend. “The girls and I spent waaaay too much cash on this one spa but it was kinda worth it because I’ve never felt so relaxed—“

You begin to tell him loads of anecdotes about your day, the stuff you bought, the stores you went into, and without question, Jungwon listened quietly, resting his elbow against the couch and his head against his hand. He let you go on for a few minutes, wanting to hear everything about your day.

“—then, after that, we went to a Dior store, I bought you a perfume, but thankfully they didn’t have the shoes I wanted in my size because I was sure I was going broke already, and oh—!” You stop mid-rant, suddenly remembering something you had in mind earlier today.

“Yes?” Jungwon pried you to continue.

“I got my nails done!” You exclaimed, excited. “You wanna see them?”

“Of course, baby,” Jungwon responded with interest.

You squealed in delight, excited to show the man your new set. You always loved getting your nails done, but in the last couple of months, you were unable to get them fixed due to work.

“Okay, close your eyes,” you instructed, and Jungwon obliged. You placed your hands, palms down in front of his face and told him to look. “Open them.”

Jungwon eyes fluttered open as you told him to, and he was immediately greeted with the image of both of your hands.

“Tada!” You giggled. “I got them in your favorite color!”

The nails, colored both blue and black with a chromatic finish, shined as Jungwon eyed them, with a hand on your wrist so he could get a better look.

“These are really pretty—“ Jungwon notes, feeling his mouth go a little dry. “And long…”

You give the man a frown. “Do you not like them?”

“No—!” He exclaims, giving you an eager look. “I love them! They’re pretty.. I’ve just.. never seen you go for long nails before.”

Not knowing what to say, you keep quiet, watching as Jungwon continues to examine your nails like he’s never seen anything like it before.

You begin to notice a subtle flush of color in his cheeks, as well as the sudden change in his demeanor. His eyes flick between your face and your hands, and you notice him swallow, before licking his lips.

Then, your eyes flick down, towards his lap.

“Oh,” you vocalize, eyebrows raised and lips curling into a smirk. “Really, Wonnie?”

There was an evident print of his bulge against his shorts, which you swore wasn’t there before, given the fact that he’s been staring at your hands a little longer than an average person would, and his earlier expressions, the puzzle pieces click in your head.

Jungwon seems to have noticed your realization, as he makes a move to pull away and hide. “S-Sorry–!”

You grab the man by the wrist, lithe fingers wrapping themselves around the limb. You can almost feel his pulse quickening. “Don’t hide, baby.”

His face is flushed red, and he’s attempting to look away from you, possibly ashamed. You reach out with your other hand, cupping his cheek and forcing him to look you in the eye. 

“Don’t be embarrassed,” you comfort. “It’s okay.”

“I-I don’t know why…” He attempts.

“There’s no need to explain, love,” you give him a comforting smile. “C’mere.”

You pull him forward gently, allowing him to settle on your lap. You place a hand on his hip, while your other hand starts to brush up against his leg, leaving feather-like touches from his waist, down to his thigh, to his knees. 

Jungwon’s breath hitches, eyes locked on your hands, watching your every move. Then, after fiddling with the hem of Jungwon’s shorts, you press your palm against his bulge, cupping his half-hard cock against his shorts.

“Ah, n-noona,” Jungwon moans. “Y-Your hand…”

“Want me to stop?” You ask, watching Jungwon’s face for any signs of discomfort.

Instead, Jungwon fervently shakes his head, urging you to continue. You press your hand against him a little harder, eliciting a moan from the other. He throws his head back a little, his hands grabbing your shoulders for support.

Jungwon’s hips produce the tiniest bit of movement, and you’re not even sure if he’s aware he’s done it, but you urge him on, gripping his hip with your other hand and letting him grind against you.

“Fuck,” he curses, already looking breathless as he continues to grind on your hand. “Please?”

“Please what?” You look up at the boy, drunk on the image of him absolutely flushed and panting on your lap. “Let noona know what you want.”

Jungwon gasps, hands clenching against your shoulders. “Y-Your hand, please?”

A small part of you wants to continue teasing him, wants to see how far he can beg just for your hand alone, but you decide to take pity on the boy. You push him off your lap and instruct him to take his shorts and boxers off. 

Drunk on his own arousal, Jungwon follows as instructed, tugging the articles of clothing off of himself and unto the floor. Then, you tell him to turn around and sit back on your lap, right after you lean against the arm of the couch. 

Jungwon hesitantly takes his spot back on your lap, and you pull him close, his back flush against your chest. You start to press open-mouthed kisses against the expanse of his neck, relishing at the way the boy shivers at each one.

“Please, ah– stop teasing me,” Jungwon voices, hands placed on each of your knee.

You let out an entertained chuckle, letting your hands wander under Jungwon’s shirt. “You’re not exactly in the right position to be making demands, baby.”

Jungwon didn’t respond and remained quiet, whimpering as your fingers brushed against his nipples, before trailing back down to his legs. You watched in amusement as goosebumps appeared against his skin when you rake your nails ever so lightly against his inner thighs.

Your take a glance at the appendage between his legs, his cock, now hard as a rock, stood between his thighs, looking a little closer, you can almost see the precum pooling from the tip.

You laugh, amused. “You’re so fucking hard, huh?”

Jungwon doesn’t respond, embarrassed at the entire situation, eyes closed shut to avoid both looking at you and at his own arousal. 

“This what you wanted, Wonnie?” You ask rhetorically, before slowly wrapping your fingers around his cock.

“S-Shit,” he curses under his breath.

“Answer me,” you order, giving his cock a rough squeeze.

“Fuck, yes–!” He yelps, panting against your chest. 

“Good boy,” you whisper in his ear with a smirk, before starting a slow pace, stroking his cock with your hand.

“Oh, god,” Jungwon moans, hand loosely holding onto your wrist, as if he was bracing himself. 

You take a minute, stroking his cock at this pace, after a while, you decide to speed things up, focusing on the base of his cock. 

“O-Oh, noona–!” Jungwon’s moans only grow in volume, throwing his head back, against your shoulder. He’s starting to thrash on your lap, legs shaking and eyes closing from the sensation.

“Feels good, hm?” You taunt the boy on your lap, drunk on every moan he lets out. “Feel good, acting like a slut on my lap, Wonnie?”

The boy practically squeals, shaking his head, as if to deny your claim. “N-Not a– shit!”

You didn’t let him finish, the pace of your hand picking up speed as you continued to jerk him off. His thighs begin to shake, threatening to close on your wrists, but your legs keep him from doing so, trapping his legs between yours.

“Look at this fucking cock,” you taunt, giving the organ an experimental squeeze. “Fuckin’ leaking all over my hand.”

Jungwon whines, both hands now gripping your wrist. You’re not sure if he’s attempting to push you off or urging you to continue. ‘’m suh– sorry!”

You take Jungwon’s chin with your other hand, forcing him to look down. “This what you wanted, Wonnie? My hand around your cock, hm?”

He’s nodding so aggressively, eyes locked on his cock, as if he was hypnotized at the sight of your hand– or more importantly, at the sight of your nails, wrapped around his dick.

“Please, n-noona–!” He’s whining, back nearly arching against your chest as you continued your assault on his cock. “I-I’m, ungh, c-close!”

“Want you to cum, baby,” you mouth against Jungwon’s ear. “Cum all over noona’s hand, baby.”

It takes only four strokes before Jungwon was cumming all over your lap. His back arched and head thrown back, eyes shut and mouth open in a silent scream. After a moment, he wilts and nearly collapses against your chest.

As you maneuver him off your lap and onto the couch, you grab a tissue from the coffee table to clean the both of you up. Jungwon is still catching his breath by the arm of the couch after you finish.

“So,” you start. “I’m definitely going back to that nail salon.”

Jungwon chucks a pillow over your head in retaliation.

NOTE. ngl, can't remember writing that ending so idk why it sucks so much.

© dollesung 2025

[miniwheat77]

The One. (Creepy!Graves x Virgin!Reader.)

!DARK FIC, nsfw, smut, non con, dub con, proceed with caution. P in v sex, unprotected, virginity loss, scumbag!graves, oral sex m&f!receiving. NO MINORS!

“Yeah yeah, I got it.” You mumble into the phone. “She seriously can’t have any human food Y/N. I mean it.” She sighs. “I got it!” You laugh. “Look, me and Ruby are going to be just fine. I’ll feed her exactly how you wrote on the note, no more no less. She’ll get her meds. We’re gonna be alright.” You laugh. Looking down at the little crusty white dog you’ve agreed to dog sit. “Okay. Alright. I’m trusting you with this Y/N.” She groans into the phone. “When have I ever tested your trust?” You laugh. “You’re right. I know. I’m just stressed with this work trip, that’s all.” She sounds exhausted on the other end of the phone. "And outside of all of this that dog is all I've got. You know this." She huffs.

“Get some sleep alright? I’ll send you updates about Ruby everyday. I’ll see you when you come back.” You smile. “Alright. Thanks again Y/N. See you in a few days.”

You hang the phone up. You sigh, this was going to be a long few days.

Her house is a little eerie and you have a hard time falling asleep, but you do eventually, not having gotten to her house until late the night before.

It’s early in the morning when a knock at the door wakes you, you skeptically make your way down the stairs and hate the fact that she doesn’t have a peep hole. You open the door slowly. “Hey I was just wonder-�� The man looking back at you gathers a look of confusion. “Uhhh… you’re not Jennifer.” He laughs. “Uh.. yeah. She’s um.. on a work trip. So me and my boyfriend are house sitting for her.” You lie. You don’t have a boyfriend but you don’t want to tell a random man that you’re alone. “Oh okay. She borrowed my lawn mower a few days ago and it doesn’t look like she ever got around to her lawn but mine needs done here soon.. so. I was just wondering if I could get it back but it can wait a couple days. Thanks anyways.” He smiles. “I can always call and ask her.” You look up at him, he practically towers over you. “Oh no. I don’t want to bug her if she’s on a work trip, it can wait. Thanks anyways darling.” He smiles. The way he says ‘darling’ has your stomach doing flips. “I’m Phillip by the way.” He reaches out a hand. You take it. “Y/N.” You smile.

As soon as the door is closed you’re on your phone sending her a text.

So we keeping secrets now?

Wym?

I mean your hot neighbor.

Ew.

You don’t think so?

He’s kind of a creep I’ve heard.

Oof. Didn’t give me a bad vibe ;)

Oh dear. Don't go getting yourself into trouble.

You laugh at her text, making your way back up the stairs.

Later the same day, you’d gone to pick up some groceries, not wanting to eat her food. She said you could but you felt that was rude since she was only going to be gone a few days anyways. You also had to pick up the remainder of Ruby’s meds. She’s turned into quite the problem child.

As you’re making your way up the walkway, you see him working on some roses. Trimming them down a little bit. “Hey.” He smiles. “Hi.”

“I actually had a question.” He sets the trimmers down, wiping the sweat off of his forehead. “Yeah?” Under his shirt you can see just how toned he is. You approach the chain length fence that he's just on the other side of.

“You house sit a lot?” He asks. “Not usually, but I’m not against it. Why?”

“Well, my wife is a night shift nurse and I’m in the military so I’m gone quite a bit. We pay a lot for our kids to be in daycare but we don’t always trust them. You good with kids?” He asks. “Oh uh.. well. It depends. How many days a week do you think they’d need to be watched?” You ask. “Probably only 2 or 3 days a week. Few hours at a time. Just until their grandparents or aunt can get them.” You nod your head. “Yeah, I don’t think I’d mind.” You shrug. He nods. “Alright cool. I’m sure my wife would like to meet you first. Although she isn’t off until about midnight tonight though.” He mumbles. “Uhh.. I’m sure I’ll be awake by then, I can just stop by.” You shrug. “That’d be great.” He smiles.

This could turn into a pretty good job, night shift nurse, military? They’d probably be willing to pay a pretty penny for their kids to be watched and you already have some debt racked up. This could turn into something pretty damn nice. You wait around and it seems like midnight may never come. You make sure Ruby is fed and has her meds before you make your way over next door, not sure how long it may take and you don't want to leave the little dog hanging. You make sure to go over a few minutes early to make a good impression.

11:47pm

You knock at the door and he smiles when he greets you. “Hey.” He smiles. “Come on in. My wife should be off work here soon.” He smiles. You step inside. “You can have a seat on the couch, you want anything to drink?” He asks. “Oh. No I’m alright.” You smile. “Thanks though.” You take a seat on his couch. “Alright. I’m just gonna grab a beer real quick.” He smiles, walking out of the room.

How’s Ruby?

She’s good but I’m out for a minute.

What? Why?

Just a second, your neighbor asked if I’d be interested in watching his kids for him. Yknow. Since I’m such a good house sitter ;)

At midnight?

It’s when his wife is off work.

I didn’t know he was married? Or that he had kids?

He said so. He said she’d be home soon.

No, I definitely remember. He doesn’t have kids or a wife. You’re talking about the neighbor on the left side?

You’re starting to get worried. Eyes drawing up from your phone. If something happens you want her to be able to call for help but you also don’t want to be the idiot that walked right into a trap this easily.

Oh no, the one across the street.

Oh okay, jeez. Had me worried there. They nice? I’ve never met em.

Yeah, super nice. His wife just got here actually. Talk to you later. Ruby misses you.

You put your phone down, the hair on your body standing up. Worry fills you. He walks back into the room, turning the cap off of the beer.

11:53pm

“So uh.. you said you’re in the military?” You ask. “Yeah, been in since I was eighteen.” He nods. “And.. your wife’s a nurse, that’s pretty cool.” You smile. “Yeah, she doesn't mind it.” He laughs. “How old are your kids? I forgot to ask.” You glance at his left hand.

Stomach falling when you don’t see a ring. “They’re 9 and 5.” He nods. “Drive me crazy.” You’re glancing around the house. Not a toy or anything related to a woman or kids in sight. “You said your boyfriend is staying with you, how long have you both been together?” He asks. “Oh.. uh.. 3 years.” You smile. “No kids?”

“No. Not yet anyways.” You laugh. “Do you want them?” He asks. “Uhhh.. we haven’t really talked too much about it.” You laugh. You exchange more conversation as the time passes by.

12:05am

“You know.. I hate to cut this short but I’m exhausted…” you mumble. Standing up.

He stands up quickly. “She should be home any minute, really.” He laughs, gliding a hand through his hair. “Yeah I’m really sorry, I’m not usually up this late. Maybe I can come back tomorrow night or a night when she doesn’t work.” You mumble. Rubbing your eyes. Feigning tiredness.

“Alright well. I understand.” He smiles. You walk for the door, surprised when he doesn’t make a move to stop you.

You grasp the door handle, opening up the door.

It slams shut, his hand above you. A gasp leaves your lips. You freeze. You say nothing and hear nothing from him. Just his heavy breathing from behind you. “Please… let me go.”

He raises his hand, grasping your hair and moving it to your other shoulder. “I’m not trying to scare you.. promise.” He breathes. “I’m not too good at this.” He sighs. His lips are right by your ear. You tug at the door handle again but he holds it.

“Look.. just talk to me please? I promise I’m not gonna hurt you.” He breathes. “Look my boyfriend is probably really wondering where I am-“

“Y/N.” He shakes his head. “You and I both know there’s nobody over there. Just you.” His voice is quiet and deep.

“How do you know that?” Your heart thumps in your chest, so loud he can hear it.

“I live right next door sweetheart. I’ve seen you around before.” He laughs. “Just.. sit back down. We can talk this out.”

“No. I want to leave.” You breathe. “Please.. I swear. One conversation and I’ll let you go.”

You hesitate. “Fine.” You breathe. Surprised when he steps back. You turn to look at him but you don’t move away from the door. He takes another couple steps back. “Why did you lie about having a wife and kids?” You ask. “I.. just wanted you over here. I needed some kind of excuse. I think you’re.. gorgeous and I realize now how creepy that probably soun-“ you grasp the door handle and rip it open.

But you’re not fast enough.

He grasps a hold of your arm, ripping you back inside his house and slamming the door, locking it this time. He shoves you up against it. Your cheek pressed against the cool wood. He hisses, pressing his entire body into you. “Fuck- now why’d you have to go and do that hm?” He breathes. You can feel him shaking. He wraps a hand in your hair, pushing your face into the door harder. “You’re so pretty. Fuck- and you smell so good too.” He breathes. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry.” He shakes. “I know I’m a fucking creep. I’m not good at this.” His voice is shaky and he stutters when he speaks. Like he’s never done this before. Like some Virgin desperate enough to hurt for it.

“I- I just.. haven’t been with a woman in so long. And you.. my god. I knew I wanted you the moment I laid eyes on you. Knew you were the one.” He’s nearly panting as he says it. “It’s.. it’s okay Phillip- that’s your name right?” You mumble. He nods. He releases the pressure he has on you, letting you spin around to look at him. “You don’t have to do this okay?” You breathe.

“But.. I do.”

He leans into you. “You can fight me.” He breathes. His lips are nearly brushing yours. “But you don’t have to. I saw the way you were looking at me. I know you want this too.” He breathes. “Don’t make me hurt you.”

You can feel tears gathering in your eyes. This is what you get for being so trusting. “Okay… okay.” You take in a shaky breath. “Don’t cry… please. I promise I’ll be good to you okay?” You nod. Closing your eyes tight. His lips brush yours and you take in a deep breath. He presses his to yours fully, and this is happening one way or another so you ignore what this really is. You don’t kiss him back. He kisses you hard, hands on your hips, pushing them up your shirt. When he finally pulls away your lips are blushing.

“I.. I’m sorry.” He breathes. He wipes his face in frustration. “Can we start over?” He breathes. Your cheeks are still wet with tears. “I.. I’m Phillip. I’m single, no kids. I’m in the military.” He laughs. He inhales through his nose. He sticks his hand out for you to shake.

He sees the slightest tug at the corner of your lips.

“I… I’m Y/N. I’m also single, and I’m dog sitting next door.” You breathe. Taking his hand.

“And.. that’s probably not what you should’ve started with.” You breathe. Eyes flashing to his lips and than back to his eyes. “What?”

“You should’ve said, ‘Hi. I’m Phillip. And I’m so horny that I look like a creep and force myself onto people.’ Maybe.” You laugh, looking down. He smiles. It’s obviously a sad smile. “God.. when you say it like that.” He breathes. “I swear I’m not usually like this.” He shakes his head. “Haven’t been with a woman in years but there’s something about you.” He trails off, shaking his head. “I’ve seen you around but talking to you was an entirely different ballgame. My god…” He breathes. “I am a creep, shit.” He breathes. “It’s okay.” You sigh. “I mean it’s not but.. I’ll let it go.” You breathe.

“Okay. I.. you can go alright? I’m sorry.”

You shake your head.

“What?”

“The proper way to get a girl alone, is to invite her over for dinner sometime. Not lie about having a wife and kids. Total turn off.” You laugh. “But lucky for you, I’m nice so I’ll let it slide.” You take a deep breath. “If you do that shit to me again though I might have to fight you. So just.. keep your hands to yourself and we’ll be alright.” You laugh. Your heart is still thumping in your chest. He didn’t seem like a violent man, but he’d just tried to force himself on you so you couldn’t assume too much more. He raises his hands in surrender. “Promise.”

“How long have you been in the military?” You ask. “I didn’t lie about that part. Since I was eighteen.” He nods. He skeptically sits down. You can tell he doesn’t want you to leave. “And how old are you?” You ask. “Thirty-five.” Your eyes widen. “Jesus.” You laugh. “What?”

“Older than I thought.” You mumble. Seeing as you’re still in your mid-twenties. “You.. want to watch a movie or something?” He asks. “Uh. Yeah fine whatever.” You mumble, sitting down.

Your brain is fried, should you take him being so into you that he nearly forces himself on you as a compliment?

You sit down away from him, the both of you agreeing on a movie.

You’re getting tired but you know you can’t fall asleep here, so you finish the movie and go back next door without any more issues.

———

“Hey.” He smiles. “I uh.. brought beer.” You laugh. He’s invited you to his house once again. Properly this time.

You step inside and he closes the door behind you. You’d picked a new movie to watch this time. It’d just come out. You take your places, you’d set Ruby up with some food and water and a couple treats so she was asleep when you left. He starts the movie and opens a beer, sitting where he usually does.

About halfway through the movie is when a sex scene comes on. The first of any of the movies you’d watched. You notice him shift uncomfortably. By the end of the scene, he’s palming himself in the dark. You can barely see it. You chew at your lip nervously. He’s laying back on the smaller love seat to your right, he can’t see you as easily as you see him. He clearly doesn’t know that.

When the movie is over, he’s got one hand behind his head, his eyes are closed. His lips are parted slightly, he’s clearly fallen asleep. You smile. You stand up, walking around. You cross your arms and bite your lip, thinking of what to do.

Should you just leave?

Since his arm is draped behind his head like a pillow, his shirt has raised. Showing off his toned stomach. Your eyes travel further down, seeing that he’s still hard. Must be dreaming.

Fuck it.

You slide one knee over him, straddling his knees. It’s a little uncomfortable because the couch isn’t too big seeing as it’s a love seat. You expect him to wake up or even stir but he doesn’t. Deep sleeper.

You reach for his jeans, unbuttoning them. Unzipping them and tugging them down around his cock. He’s still hard. You’re being rough and he still hasn’t woken up. You lower yourself down, taking him into your mouth. You’re gentle at first. Toying with him to see how he’ll react in his sleep. It takes a while for him to let out a whine and shift slightly. Taking in a breath. You take him further, hollowing your cheeks and sucking. Bobbing your head up and down his shaft. Making sure not to put too much pressure on him. He takes in a jagged breath. He moans out again. “Fuck- Y/N-“ he hisses. You think he’s woken up.

Your eyes snap to his face but his eyes are still shut. It’s you he’s dreaming about. Maybe he really did just like you.

You keep up the pace. His breaths getting heavier and more frequent, until he’s panting. He’s right on the edge. His eyes tighten. He’s really close. He’s never been this close before in a dream. Why is he so-

His eyes snap open, widening when he sees you on him.

“O-oh fuck.” He breathes. “Y/N- what are you-“ his lips open.

“Wait-“ he hisses, you don’t. You don’t relent for even a second.

You can’t deny it, he’s hot and he wants you.

He’s pathetic

“Sh- oh my god…” He breathes. The muscles in his stomach tense up as you start sucking at the tip of his cock. “Fuck baby- fuck..” he breathes. “Look at me.” He hisses, his teeth are gritted. Your eyes snap up to his and he moans out, resting his back on the couch, looking down at you. “Fuck.. I’m gonna-” He groans. His eyes screw shut and he cries out. He rocks his hips forward and you swallow down a gag.

He bucks his hips again, crying out a final time as he finishes down your throat. Panting as you clean him up. “Fuck… you didn’t have to do that.” He breathes. You finally look up at him, moving up further and straddling his still hard cock. He gasps when the seam of your jeans rub against him.

“Phillip?” You say. Your voice is unsteady and rough. “Yeah?”

“You’re pathetic.” He laughs. “And you still sucked my cock.”

You roll your eyes. “It’s because you’re hot, creep.” You go to stand up, but he stops you. “Where do you think you’re going?”

You laugh. “Well I was going to go home.”

“You really want to leave after that?”

You shrug. “Why don’t you stay a while.” He chews at his lip, hand gripping his hard cock again. “Or maybe I’ll just give you no choice.” He smirks.

You roll your eyes at him. “What are you going to do?”

“At least.. meet you in the middle.” You look away from him. “Yeah, I’ll be honest. No one’s ever done that before.” You go to stand up but he stops you again. “Done what?” He asks. You roll your eyes, looking away from him.

“No one’s ever gone down on you before?”

You try to hide the smile of embarrassment. “Have you ever.. done any of this before?” He asks.

You swallow hard. Avoiding his gaze. “Shit… are you a Virgin?” He asks. You look down, setting your hands in your lap. The way you fidget with your hands is enough for him to know that you are. “Damn baby. I had no idea. I’m sorry I came on so strong before.”

You can’t help but hide your face, hearing him laugh. He grips your wrists, tugging them down. “Have you ever gone down on anyone else before, like that?” He asks. “No.”

He smiles. “You really had me fooled because.. that’s the hardest I’ve probably ever cum.” He laughs. He’s so straight forward you. You don’t know how to take him. “You’re already a pro and I haven’t shown you anything yet.”

“Yet?” You laugh. “Yeah. Yet.” He rests his hands on your thighs. His cock is still exposed. Still hard and blushing red. “You’re a bad girl, waking me up like that.” He laughs.

“Yeah right, like I couldn’t see you palming yourself through the entire movie.” You roll your eyes.

He sits up, you go to move off of him but he stops you, lifting you up with it. He sits you down on the couch like you would normal. “Slide your hips to the edge.” He nods. “What?”

“M’gonna eat that pretty pussy. Cmon.” He reaches for your waistband. “I- I haven’t shaved and I’m-“

He laughs. “Look at me.” He lifts your chin, forcing you to look up at him

“I don’t give a fuck. I’m a man not a boy. Take your pants off.” He’s stern.

You swallow hard. Nodding your head. “Y-yes sir.” The words leave your lips before you even realize it. “I- I mean!”

“It’s okay. You’re working yourself up for nothing. Relax.” He wants to taunt you but doesn’t want to take this too far.

When your pants are finally off, you have your legs shut tight. It’s amusing, how nervous you are.

“Slide your hips to the edge and spread your legs for me baby. Go on.”

You take in a deep breath. Your heart thumps hard in your chest, he can hear it. He lowers himself to his knees as you do what he says, skeptically opening your legs. You’ve still got panties on. He holds onto your knees, opening your legs even more. “Fuck. You’re so pretty.” He licks his lips. He’s ready to devour you. He’s got it in his eyes.

He runs his thumb over your clothed pussy, rubbing back and forth over your clit through your panties. You take in a deep breath. “No one has ever touched you here before?” He taunts. You shake your head. “No.”

“Shame for them. And you of course. Not for me.” He laughs. “I get you all to myself.”

He lowers his head, gliding his tongue across your panties. You moan out, watching him tease you. He flicks his tongue over your clit through them, he can feel you shiver. Desperate for him to actually touch you. He uses the tips of his fingers to slide your panties to the side. Biting his lip when he finally gets a good look at you. “Fuck…” he draws it out. It’s nearly a moan when it leaves his lips. “You’re so wet..” He breathes. He glides his tongue up your slit, flicking it over your clit just once. You tense up, the sensitivity has you whining. “Phillip please!” You cry.

He holds your hands to your side so that you can’t touch him. He laughs. “Be patient. Don’t you want your first time to be special?” He smirks. Your eyes are glossy and your cheeks are flushed. You’re turned on and he can see it in your eyes. He lets go of your hands and leans in. He’s going to seal the deal. He draws his tongue over your clit again, but this time he doesn’t let up. He keeps the steady pace, flattening his tongue across it and abusing it.

He doesn’t stop or give you a break, keeping the pace and force on your clit. You’re squirming in no time. Whining and crying out for him. You’ve got a hand in his hair, tugging it slightly. He likes the way it feels. He draws away for just a second, gathering his saliva on his fingers and gliding them down. Returning his tongue back to your clit. You don’t realize what he’s going to do until he’s already done it. He slides a soaked finger into your hole, feeling you tense up hard at the intrusion. Your breath gets caught in your throat. He doesn’t give you a chance to adjust. He pumps his finger into you at a fast pace.

You’re not going to last.

You’re nearly sobbing when he brings you to the edge. He sucks at your clit, fingering your pussy until you can’t even form a single word or thought.

When you reach your peak, you sob. Crying out louder than you’ve ever been. He keeps the pace until you squirm, stopping him.

When he finally pulls away, his lips and cheeks are flushed. His face glistens in your arousal. He smiles, licking his lips. He wipes his face with the back of his hand. “How do you feel baby? I make you feel good?”

You nod your head. He’s put you into a daze.

He laughs at your fucked out state.

“If you thought that was good.. you should see what my cock would do to you.” He glides his middle finger down your wet opening, sliding it back into your blushing hole. You whine out again. It’s too much.

“I’d stretch you so much more.. and reach so much deeper.” He slides his finger in and out of you slow, barely moving it. “You’d feel so full.” He breathes.

“You want to feel me baby? Think you can take it?”

You think for a second. You’re already sprawled out on his couch.

You nod your head.

“Atta girl.”

He exposes himself once more. He glides the tip of his cock over your slit. Gathering the arousal that’s still there from when he’d devoured you. “I’ve opened you up quite a bit already, you’re ready for me now.”

He notches the tip right at the entrance and pushes into you slow. He was right. He’s stretching you a lot.

It’s uncomfortable but he’d made your body ready for him.

He rubs circles over your clit as he pushes deeper and deeper. Keeping you stimulated. Your body takes him right in. When he’s almost there, you start to tense up. He knows he’s hurting you. Going deeper than anything you’ve ever taken, “it’s alright. You’re doing so good baby. Just keep your legs spread for me.”

You wrap your arms under your knees, spreading your legs further. You watch as he slides deeper. His cock disappearing into you.

It’s getting tighter and hurting more. “I-it hurts Phillip.” You whine. “It’s okay. Nearly there doll.” He keeps rubbing circles into your clit with his thumb. He jerks forward, hearing you cry out as he forces himself the rest of the way in. Drawing his hand back from you. “There we go- all done.” He breathes. You have tears in your eyes. “I know it hurts but it’ll never have to hurt again okay. Look at me.” He nods. Your eyes snap to his. “There’s my girl. Doing so good.” He shakes his head. He draws his hips back and slides back into you, slow. He nods his head while looking at you. “You’re taking me so well baby. So good. Just keep relaxed for me.”

The pain starts to ease. He’d hurt you pretty badly right there at the end.

It takes you a few minutes to get fully used to him. Even after that, it’s a foreign feeling. Not quite comfortable but not entirely uncomfortable either. You feel nothing.

He can see it in your face that you’re not enjoying it, but he knows exactly how to change that.

He fills you completely, the backs of your thighs flush with his hips. He’s buried completely inside of you. He nods. “Slide your hips back a little bit.” He moves with you as you do as he says. “Open your legs just a little more- perfect.”

“Now lay back completely and relax. Okay?”

You nod your head. Still feeling uncomfortable. “Perfect, try to relax now. It’s going to be a lot.”

You don’t understand what he means until he draws back and thrusts in again. Right up against that spongy spot inside of you. Your eyes widen and you gasp when he does. Chills rise on your skin. He laughs at your reaction. “Found it.”

He picks up his pace, fucking into you harder, going even deeper. The squelch from your pussy getting wetter around him has you blushing. You’re already overstimulated but he’s got you closing in on another orgasm. Your clit throbs and he doesn’t forget to give it attention too. Rubbing his thumb over it again. It’s nearly too much.

“Look at me.”

You raise your eyes to look at him, swallowing hard.

“You’re doing so good. You feeling good baby?” He asks. You nod your head. He can tell you’re getting close again. “I’m going to cum in you.”

Your eyes widen and you shake your head. He laughs. “Don’t worry, we’ll take care of it.” He smiles. “Phillip- no-“

“Shhh.. just relax baby. You get the full experience. It doesn’t count, not until I fill your pussy full.”

You start to squirm. You’re not ready for a baby and even if you take something, then what?

He keeps his pace and holds you still, using one hand to force your hands together. You can’t help it. The way he stimulates you. You cry out, soaking his cock in your orgasm. The first time ever cumming around a cock. “Oh god.. I’m gonna cum so deep baby- I’m gonna cum so fucking deep inside of you.” You squirm hard, trying to wiggle away, but he’s got you pinned. He draws his hand back, holding both of your wrists with both of his hands. He’s got a death grip on you.

He thrusts in as deep as he can and pauses, your eyes widen when you feel him. He cums right up against your wall, the force has your eyes widening.

You can’t believe him!

When he’s calmed down, you shove him back.

“Woah- hey. What’s wrong?”

You look pissed off.

“Y-you’re such an asshole!” You hiss. You hurry to tug your clothes back on but he’s trying to stop you the entire time.

“Don’t touch me!” You growl. “And don’t come near me again.” You go for his door and he tries to stop you but you slam the door behind yourself before he gets the chance.

“Shit.” He mumbles.

Just when you start to trust him, he fucks it all up.

[madthetruemad]

stubborn heart ch. 12

yan!capitano x wife!reader

summary | or in which capitano is told he needs a wife. and he begrudgingly agrees.

Capitano held you close as he entered your shared home, his arms were tight around you as many of the maids and servants bowed. None of them daring to look up or even ask what happened to the others as the bloodstains on Capitano’s coat.

“Lord-“

With a single look, the servant had zipped his mouth shut. His form bowing impossibly lower as he didn’t dare to lift his gaze again. With that settled, Capitano went up the marbled steps.

“Do you wish for a bath?”

“Later,” you said quietly, “mmm just cold.”

“Then you should take one now.”

He didn’t have to look at you to know that you were close to pouting, but you didn’t argue as he finally brought you to your shared room. Then he walked to the joined bathroom and easily kicked the door open before walking you over to the sink and settling you upon it.

“Are you able to undress yourself?”

You nodded as he turned towards the bath to turn it on and get it ready for you. Taking that as a cue to get undressed, you got off the sink and shrugged your coat off first, and with careful practice you managed to unlace your dress and drop each article of clothing to the floor one by one before you were completely nude. Truthfully, you could still feel the embarrassment course through you, however, he has seen you naked before…

When he had turned to look at you, you saw how his head immediately snapped to the side.

“Husband?”

“You… need to give a man some warning next time.”

Wait- was he expecting you to undress when he left the bathroom?!

You wanted to hide your face, but before you could you felt his hands gently cradle your face. So you swallowed the embarrassment now as the bath behind him started to get hotter.

“Why did you… come save me?”

“Because you are my wife.”

“But I caused you trouble.”

“You did not.”

“I did.”

“You didn’t.”

He was firm as he got out of the way for you and dropped his hands from your face so one of his hands could grab your arm and help you into the tub. You tried not to splash any water, but some still got on the edges of his coat when you sunk into the tub.

You had more questions for him, but you doubted he would tell you. So instead, before he could leave, you called out to him.

“I know you told me not to expect anything but… you could join me… if you want.”

You could hear his footsteps stop in the doorway, and when you looked over your shoulder you could almost see how the wheels turned in his head, but…

“Maybe next time.”

You watched as he closed the bathroom door behind him which caused you to sigh. You don’t know if it was relief or something else, but you were glad either way. Truthfully, you didn’t know how you would react if he got in the tub with you. However, you do know how you feel since he didn’t… you raised a hand and pressed it against your chest. It hurt. He did say not to expect anything after all.

That same night, Capitano didn’t come to bed. Nor was he present in the morning or afternoon.

His absence would be a constant for the next two weeks which would leave you wondering… maybe you were too much trouble after all.

Atri was folding your laundry when she noticed your troubled expression. No matter how many books you tried to nose into, nothing would cure your sadness and she noticed.

“Did he not tell you where he was going?”

“No. Did he tell you?”

When you looked over at Atri, her face was everything you needed to know so you turned to her expectantly.

“He’s just on a mission, he’ll be back soon.”

You sighed and turned back to your book until you heard a bustle downstairs. Servants all running around as you turned to Atri and she smiled at you and motioned towards your bedroom door.

Almost excitedly you had tossed your book to your side of the bed and hurried to the front entrance as fast as you could. Capitano left so unexpectantly, so seeing him again was surely to put you in a better mood, right?

Though, the moment you got to the front door you had skidded to a stop. Your eyes were trying to figure out exactly what you were seeing.

Why was some random woman hanging off of Capitano’s arm?!

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[saebyeokbliss]

THE TREE

pairing: kang sae-byeok x fem!lawyer!reader

synopsis: when you come back to seoul from the states, you ask your younger sister ji-yeong if you could crash for a few days. however, her roommate is seemingly reluctant and only agrees to letting you stay for a week. you agree to do so and stay for the meantime while you help a north korean couple fight to stay in the south.

warnings: angst, slow burn, emotional themes, legal drama, mentions of north korean defection, doomed yuri, discussions of deportation, stress and exhaustion, mild language, mutual pining, reader is 2 years older than ji-yeong and sae-byeok

The morning air was crisp, the kind that nipped at exposed skin but wasn’t quite enough to be unbearable. Kang Sae-byeok pulled Cheol’s scarf up higher around his chin, adjusting it as they walked toward the small private school he attended. Ji-yeong strolled beside them, hands stuffed into the pockets of her oversized hoodie, her usual smirk barely present.

"You're wrapping him up like he's going to war, not school," Ji-yeong teased, nudging Sae-byeok with her elbow.

Sae-byeok rolled her eyes but didn’t respond, instead tightening her grip on Cheol’s tiny hand. He looked between the two girls, oblivious to the conversation but content in their presence.

As they turned the corner, the school came into view—a modest building with a neat little yard where other kids were being dropped off. Sae-byeok stopped at the entrance, crouching down to meet Cheol’s eyes.

"Be good today, alright? If anyone gives you trouble—"

"I tell the teacher first," Cheol recited dutifully. "And if that doesn’t work, I tell you."

Sae-byeok ruffled his hair, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Good boy."

Cheol beamed before running toward the schoolyard, his small backpack bouncing with each step. Sae-byeok watched until he disappeared inside, only then allowing herself to exhale.

Ji-yeong rocked back on her heels. "So, uh, speaking of kids," she started, voice casual in a way that immediately made Sae-byeok suspicious.

"Don’t," Sae-byeok warned.

Ji-yeong grinned. "You don’t even know what I’m gonna say."

"I can hear it in your voice. It’s something annoying."

Ji-yeong sucked in a dramatic breath. "Okay, first of all, rude. Second of all—"

"Ji-yeong."

"—my sister needs a place to crash for a week."

Sae-byeok’s face immediately hardened. "No."

Ji-yeong pouted. "You don’t even know her."

"Exactly."

Ji-yeong groaned, throwing her head back. "She’s only two years older than me, she’s a lawyer, and she’s working on some big case in Seoul. She just needs a place to stay while she’s here."

Sae-byeok shook her head, already walking away. "I said no."

Ji-yeong jogged to catch up. "Sae-byeok, come on. She’s not some creep. She’s my sister."

"That doesn’t mean anything."

"You let me stay at your place."

"That’s different."

"How?"

Sae-byeok stopped, turning to face Ji-yeong with an exasperated look. "Because I know you. I don’t know her. And Cheol—" She hesitated. "I can’t have strangers around him."

Ji-yeong’s expression softened. "She’s not a stranger to me. And I wouldn’t bring her up if I thought she was dangerous."

Sae-byeok crossed her arms, jaw tight. She hated new people. She hated disruptions. But most of all, she hated putting Cheol in any situation where he might not be safe.

"It’s just a week," Ji-yeong pressed. "Seven days. She’s barely gonna be there anyway, she’ll be working all the time."

Sae-byeok exhaled sharply through her nose. "If she oversteps, she’s out."

Ji-yeong grinned. "Deal."

Sae-byeok clicked her tongue, already regretting it.

She had a bad feeling about this.

And she was rarely wrong.

The flight from the States to Korea was long and exhausting, but stepping into Seoul’s crisp evening air felt oddly refreshing. It had been years since you’d been back—too long, really—but work had finally brought you home, even if only for a week.

Dragging your suitcase behind you, you punched in the address Ji-yeong had given you into your phone. The apartment wasn’t too far, just a short cab ride away.

As you stood outside the modest building, you took a deep breath before knocking.

The door swung open almost immediately.

"About time," Ji-yeong greeted, her grin wide as she pulled you into a tight hug.

You laughed, squeezing her back. "Missed you too, Ji."

"Yeah, yeah," she said, pulling away and ushering you inside. "Come in before Sae-byeok starts regretting this."

You stepped in cautiously, eyes scanning the small but cozy apartment. It was clean, minimal, clearly lived in but not cluttered. And then, standing stiffly by the kitchen counter, was the infamous Kang Sae-byeok.

You knew of her, of course. Ji-yeong talked about her all the time—their friendship, their shared struggles, and most importantly, the little brother Sae-byeok was raising. Cheol. You’d heard so much about him that it almost felt like you already knew him.

Sae-byeok, however, looked far less thrilled to meet you.

"Hi," you greeted, offering a polite smile.

She gave a curt nod. "Rules are simple. Don’t touch anything, don’t bother Cheol, and don’t stay longer than a week."

Ji-yeong groaned. "Jesus, Sae-byeok. Can you at least pretend to be a decent host?"

"It’s fine," you reassured, not at all offended. You understood her protectiveness. "I’ll stay out of the way."

Sae-byeok didn’t respond, just gave you one last assessing glance before disappearing into the hallway.

Ji-yeong sighed. "She’ll warm up. Eventually."

You weren’t so sure about that.

A few hours later, after settling in and getting some work done at the small dining table, the front door opened again.

You glanced up just as a small boy stepped inside, his tiny frame bundled up in a thick scarf.

Cheol.

His eyes widened slightly at the sight of you, and he immediately pressed himself against Sae-byeok’s side, gripping the hem of her jacket.

You smiled gently. "You must be Cheol."

He didn’t respond, just peeked up at Sae-byeok, who shot you a warning glance before ruffling his hair.

"This is Ji-yeong’s sister," she told him. "She’s staying for a little bit."

Cheol stayed quiet, still clutching onto his sister like she was his lifeline.

You didn’t push. Instead, you returned your attention to your paperwork, flipping through the legal documents sprawled across the table.

A few minutes passed before you noticed a small presence beside you.

Glancing down, you found Cheol standing near your chair, eyes locked onto the colorful pens you had scattered across the table.

"You like these?" you asked, picking up a bright blue one and twirling it between your fingers.

Cheol hesitated before nodding.

You uncapped the pen and handed it to him. "You can try it if you want."

His small fingers closed around it, and he quickly grabbed a scrap piece of paper from the pile, drawing a few wobbly lines.

Ji-yeong whistled. "Damn, that was fast. He likes you already."

Sae-byeok, who had been putting away Cheol’s backpack, turned at Ji-yeong’s comment.

Her eyes landed on the sight before her—Cheol, sitting beside you, completely at ease, scribbling on paper with one of your colorful pens while you watched with amusement.

Her jaw tightened.

Without a word, she grabbed her coat and headed for the door.

"Where are you going?" Ji-yeong asked.

"Dinner," Sae-byeok muttered, yanking the door open and stepping out before anyone could say anything else.

You barely noticed, too focused on Cheol’s enthusiastic scribbling.

But Ji-yeong did.

And she smirked.

Dinner had been quiet. At least, for the most part. Ji-yeong had done most of the talking, cracking jokes and trying to lighten the mood, while Cheol had happily eaten beside her, occasionally showing you his doodles from earlier.

Sae-byeok, however, had remained mostly silent, her usual sharp gaze flickering between you and Cheol with something unreadable.

Now, with the dishes cleaned and the apartment settling into a comfortable quiet, you stood by the main window, stretching after a long day.

That’s when you noticed it.

The tree.

It was massive, its thick branches stretching close enough to the window that it almost felt like an invitation. The night sky beyond it was clear, stars scattered across the darkness like tiny glowing freckles.

Before you could think twice, you were already climbing out.

The cool breeze greeted you as you carefully maneuvered onto one of the sturdier branches, settling down with your back against the trunk. The view was beautiful—Seoul’s city lights twinkling in the distance, the moon casting a soft glow over everything.

You exhaled, letting the moment sink in.

And then—

"What the hell do you think you’re doing?"

You turned your head just as Sae-byeok leaned out of the window, her expression a mix of disbelief and irritation.

"Uh… enjoying the night?" you offered, lips twitching.

Sae-byeok let out a sharp breath before climbing out after you, moving with the practiced ease of someone who had probably done this a hundred times before.

"You can’t just climb out onto random trees like this," she scolded, settling onto the branch beside you but keeping a firm grip on the trunk. "What if you fall?"

You chuckled, shaking your head. "It’s funny."

Sae-byeok narrowed her eyes. "What is?"

"That you’re scolding me like I’m a reckless kid," you mused, tilting your head toward her. "You do know I’m two years older than you, right?"

Sae-byeok scoffed. "You sure don’t act like it."

You laughed at that, and for the first time, Sae-byeok didn’t immediately look like she wanted to strangle you.

Deciding to shift the conversation, you leaned back a little. "Ji-yeong talks about you a lot, you know."

Sae-byeok tensed slightly. "Does she?"

"Mhm," you hummed. "She really admires you."

Sae-byeok looked away, gaze fixed on the distant skyline. "She talks too much."

You smiled. "I think it’s sweet. You two seem close."

Sae-byeok didn’t respond right away, but her expression softened just a fraction.

You took the chance to ask, "What about you? What do you do when you’re not... glaring at new people in your apartment?"

Sae-byeok shot you a look, but there was no real heat behind it. "I work. I take care of Cheol. That’s all."

"That’s a lot," you pointed out. "He’s a good kid."

Sae-byeok’s lips pressed together, something unreadable flickering in her eyes. "Yeah. He is."

The two of you sat in silence for a while, the city buzzing softly in the distance, the wind rustling through the tree.

Eventually, Sae-byeok sighed. "Just… don’t do dumb shit like this again."

You grinned. "No promises."

She groaned, rubbing her temple. "You’re worse than Ji-yeong."

"I’ll take that as a compliment," you teased.

Sae-byeok clicked her tongue in annoyance, but she didn’t move from her spot beside you.

And that, you figured, was a small victory.

The older adults' home was modest, tucked into a quieter part of Seoul, far from the relentless buzz of the city. The air smelled faintly of brewed barley tea, and the walls were lined with faded pictures—fragments of lives lived before they had ever set foot in South Korea.

You walked in with your briefcase in one hand and a notepad in the other, your heels clicking softly against the floor. The director of the home, a middle-aged woman with tired eyes and a kind smile, had called earlier, asking if you could come as soon as possible.

Two of their residents—an elderly couple—were in trouble.

You were led into a small sitting room where the pair was waiting.

The man, Mr. Choi, was thin, his frame slightly hunched with age, but his eyes were sharp. His wife, Mrs. Choi, sat beside him, her hands wringing together in her lap, her face lined with decades of worry.

As soon as you introduced yourself, they bowed deeply, desperation evident in the way they clung to formality.

"Please," Mrs. Choi said, her voice trembling. "We don’t know who else to turn to."

You offered a reassuring smile and took a seat across from them, flipping open your notepad. "Tell me everything. Start from the beginning."

Mr. Choi cleared his throat, his fingers tightening around his wife’s. "We defected from the North twenty-two years ago. It was… difficult, but we made it. We were granted automatic citizenship like all defectors."

You nodded. "Right. Under South Korean law, all North Korean defectors are recognized as South Korean citizens the moment they arrive."

"Yes," he confirmed. "But we—" He hesitated, his jaw clenching before he forced himself to continue. "We made a mistake. A bureaucratic one, but a mistake nonetheless."

Mrs. Choi took over, her voice hushed as if saying it out loud would make it worse. "When we first arrived, we were afraid. We didn’t trust anyone, not even the government. So when we were told to register for our new identification cards, we… we paid someone to do it for us."

That made you pause, your pen hovering over the notepad.

"You paid someone?" you echoed carefully.

Mr. Choi exhaled sharply. "A broker. He told us he would handle everything quickly, make sure our records were clean. We were naive. We thought we were protecting ourselves."

You resisted the urge to sigh. "And now?"

"Now," Mrs. Choi whispered, "we’ve been told that our citizenship is under review. The government flagged our paperwork as fraudulent, and they are considering revoking it."

Your grip tightened around your pen. If their citizenship was revoked, that meant—

"They’re trying to deport you," you realized.

Mr. Choi gave a stiff nod. "Back to China. Not even the North. If that happens—"

"They’ll send us back," Mrs. Choi finished, her voice cracking. "And if they do, we’ll be executed."

The weight of their words settled over the room like a thick fog.

You had handled difficult cases before, but this? This was life or death.

You took a slow breath and closed your notepad, looking them both in the eye.

"I won’t let that happen," you said firmly. "I’ll do everything I can to fix this."

Mrs. Choi let out a soft sob, covering her mouth as tears welled up in her eyes. Mr. Choi bowed his head, his shoulders shaking.

"Thank you," he murmured. "Thank you."

You weren’t sure if you deserved their gratitude just yet.

But you knew one thing for certain: you weren’t going to fail them.

The weight of the case pressed down on you like an unbearable force, settling deep into your bones.

Days had passed, filled with phone calls, legal research, and endless meetings. The Choi couple’s fate balanced on a knife’s edge, and despite your best efforts, the government's review process was painfully slow. Every possible solution led to another obstacle, and it was exhausting.

You hadn’t realized how much it was taking out of you until tonight.

The apartment was quiet—Ji-yeong was asleep, and Cheol had long since gone to bed. You hadn’t seen much of Sae-byeok today, but you figured she was around, watching as always.

Slipping out through the window, you climbed onto the tree, settling into what had become your spot. The cool night breeze brushed against your skin as you leaned against the sturdy trunk, staring at the sky.

Your mind raced with possibilities. What if you couldn’t fix this? What if you lost the case? What if—

The sound of someone climbing out onto the branch startled you from your thoughts.

You turned your head just as Sae-byeok eased herself onto the tree, sitting beside you with practiced ease.

"You’ve been doing this a lot," she noted, her voice quieter than usual.

You huffed out a tired laugh. "Guess I have."

She studied you for a moment, arms resting on her knees. "You seem less… cheery than usual."

You exhaled slowly, running a hand through your hair. "It’s the case," you admitted. "It’s a tough one."

Sae-byeok didn’t say anything right away, waiting for you to continue.

You hesitated before explaining, keeping it brief. "An elderly couple—North Korean defectors. They made a mistake years ago when filing their paperwork, and now the government wants to revoke their citizenship. If that happens, they’ll be deported to China, and then sent back to the North."

Sae-byeok’s expression darkened. "And if they go back to the North…"

"They won’t survive."

Silence stretched between you, heavy with unspoken understanding.

Finally, Sae-byeok sighed, leaning back against the trunk. "I don’t know you very well," she admitted. "But I can tell you’re a hard worker."

You blinked, turning your head to look at her.

She continued, voice steady. "You wouldn’t have taken the case if you didn’t think you could win. And even if it’s difficult, I can tell you’re the kind of person who doesn’t give up easily."

Something warm settled in your chest.

Most people reassured you with empty words—"It’ll work out," or "Things happen for a reason." But Sae-byeok? She wasn’t sugarcoating anything. She was recognizing your effort, your ability to fight through the exhaustion.

And somehow, that meant more than anything else.

You smiled, looking back up at the stars. "You know, in the States, you don’t see the stars like this."

Sae-byeok glanced up, following your gaze. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," you murmured. "Too much light pollution. But here, you can still see them, even in the city."

Sae-byeok hummed in acknowledgment, her gaze lingering on the sky.

For a while, neither of you spoke. The night air was cool, the stars distant but unwavering.

Even though you only had four days left with them, Sae-byeok didn’t seem as indifferent to you anymore.

And that? That was enough for now.

The courtroom was tense, the air thick with anticipation. You sat at the plaintiff’s table, your hands clasped together as you listened to the government’s final argument. They spoke in formal, detached tones, stating that the Choi couple’s initial documentation contained fraudulent elements, and therefore, their citizenship was not legally binding.

You clenched your jaw, forcing yourself to remain composed.

It had been a brutal legal battle. You had spent the past few days gathering every piece of evidence, every precedent, every argument you could possibly use. You had pored over immigration law, defectors’ rights, and testimonies from other North Korean refugees who had gone through similar bureaucratic nightmares.

And now, this was it.

The judge turned to you. "Counselor, your closing argument?"

You stood, smoothing down your blazer as you stepped forward.

"Your Honor, my clients, Mr. and Mrs. Choi, have spent the last twenty-two years as lawful, contributing citizens of South Korea. They have built a life here—a life of hard work and quiet resilience."

You turned to the courtroom, making sure to meet the judge's gaze.

"Yes, they made a mistake in trusting the wrong person to handle their paperwork when they first arrived. But does that mistake erase the decades they have spent as South Korean citizens? Does it justify sending them back to a country where they will face certain persecution, imprisonment, or worse?

South Korea recognizes all North Korean defectors as its own. It has done so for decades. To revoke their citizenship now over a clerical error—one made in fear and desperation—is not just a legal misstep. It is a moral failure.

I urge the court to remember that the law is not just about technicalities—it is about justice. And justice demands that Mr. and Mrs. Choi be allowed to stay in the only home they have known for the past two decades."

Silence.

The judge studied you carefully before nodding. "I will return shortly with my decision."

The minutes that followed felt like hours.

Mr. and Mrs. Choi sat beside you, their hands trembling slightly. You could feel their fear, their exhaustion. You wanted to tell them it would be okay, but until the ruling was official, you couldn’t make promises.

Then, the judge returned.

After a moment of shuffling papers, they spoke.

"The court finds in favor of the plaintiffs. The motion to revoke Mr. and Mrs. Choi’s citizenship is hereby dismissed. They will remain South Korean citizens, with full rights and protections under the law."

A breath you hadn’t realized you were holding finally escaped.

Beside you, Mrs. Choi let out a broken sob, covering her mouth with her hands. Mr. Choi bowed his head deeply, his shoulders shaking.

"Thank you," he whispered, voice hoarse with emotion. "Thank you, Miss [Last Name]."

You smiled, relief washing over you like a wave. "You don’t have to thank me," you said softly. "This is your home. No one should be able to take that away from you."

As you shook their hands and gathered your things, the weight that had been crushing you for days finally lifted.

You had done it.

They were safe.

And for the first time in what felt like forever, you could finally breathe again.

The apartment was quiet when you returned, the adrenaline of the courtroom victory still thrumming in your veins. You had done it. Mr. and Mrs. Choi were safe, their citizenship secured. It felt good—like all the stress, the exhaustion, the sleepless nights had been worth it.

But now that the fight was over, you found yourself seeking the one place that had become your quiet retreat.

The tree.

Slipping out through the window, you climbed onto the branch with practiced ease, settling into your usual spot. The sky stretched vast above you, stars glinting like scattered fragments of glass. You exhaled, letting the moment sink in, letting yourself be.

The sound of rustling behind you made you glance back.

But instead of Sae-byeok, it was Ji-yeong who climbed out, her movements casual as she plopped down beside you.

"Didn’t peg you for the sentimental type," she teased, nudging your arm.

You chuckled. "Guess I just like the view."

Ji-yeong hummed, swinging her legs slightly. "You’re in a good mood."

"I won," you admitted, unable to hide the satisfaction in your voice. "The Chois get to stay."

Ji-yeong grinned. "Knew you would."

For a moment, the two of you sat in comfortable silence, watching the city lights flicker in the distance. Then, Ji-yeong spoke again, her tone more thoughtful.

"You know," she mused, "Sae-byeok learned how you take your coffee."

You blinked, turning to her. "What?"

She smirked. "Yeah. Black with just a little sugar. She made a face when she saw it, said it was weird, but she still made sure it was right every time."

You stared at her, surprised. "I… didn’t even notice."

Ji-yeong shrugged. "She also remembers that you always leave your shoes by the door but never actually put them on right away. That you hum when you’re reading something important. That you always check on Cheol before bed, even though you think no one sees you."

Your heart skipped, warmth creeping into your chest.

"She doesn’t say much," Ji-yeong continued, resting her chin on her knee, "but she notices things. And I think she’s noticed you more than she wants to admit."

You swallowed, glancing back up at the stars. "Well… it doesn’t really matter, does it?"

Ji-yeong frowned. "What do you mean?"

You sighed, a sad smile tugging at your lips. "The case is over. That means I only have three days left before I go back to the States. My next case is waiting for me."

Ji-yeong was quiet for a long moment. Then, she let out a small sigh, running a hand through her hair. "I missed having you around, you know."

Your chest ached at that.

"I missed you too, Ji," you admitted softly.

She hesitated, then grinned. "Maybe you should try convincing Sae-byeok to let you stay longer."

You laughed, shaking your head. "She barely tolerated me when I got here. I doubt she’d want me sticking around."

Ji-yeong gave you a knowing look. "You sure about that?"

You didn’t answer.

Because, truthfully?

You weren’t sure at all.

What neither of you noticed was the figure lingering just inside the apartment.

Sae-byeok stood by the doorway, hidden in the shadows, listening to every word.

She had heard Ji-yeong’s teasing, your soft laughter, the way your voice carried gently through the night air. But most of all, she heard the quiet finality in your tone when you said you were leaving.

She didn’t know why that made something settle uncomfortably in her chest.

Without another word, she turned and retreated to her room, closing the door behind her.

But even in the silence, her thoughts lingered on you.

And the fact that in three days, you’d be gone.

Ji-yeong had called it a "girls' night out", but you should’ve known better than to trust her vague descriptions.

You had imagined a casual bar, maybe some light drinking and conversation. Instead, you found yourself in the middle of a packed club, music thrumming in your chest, neon lights flickering across the walls, and Ji-yeong already ordering shots before you could protest.

"Come on," she had shouted over the music, pushing a glass into your hand. "You just won a huge case! You deserve to celebrate!"

You hesitated for all of two seconds before downing the shot.

And that was where the night started to blur.

You weren’t wasted, but you were definitely drunk.

Somewhere along the way, Ji-yeong had disappeared into the crowd, her arm slung around a pretty girl’s waist, flashing you a thumbs-up before vanishing entirely. You had laughed, stumbling your way to the bar, only to realize that now you had no ride home.

The bartender gave you water, which you barely sipped, and your phone buzzed in your hand.

Ji-yeong: yo i found someone im gonna go home w her Ji-yeong: u good???? You: idk You: i think i may be a lil drunk You: how do i get home again Ji-yeong: oh my god Ji-yeong: hold on

A few minutes later, your phone buzzed again.

Ji-yeong: Sae-byeok’s coming to get you. Don’t move. You: bro SHE is gonna kill me Ji-yeong: lmao probably. good luck

You groaned, dropping your head onto the bar.

Sae-byeok. Of all people.

She found you exactly where Ji-yeong told her you’d be—sitting at the bar, sipping lazily on a glass of water, looking far too pleased with yourself for someone who was about to get their ass dragged home.

"You’re an idiot," was the first thing she said, stepping beside you.

You grinned up at her. "Hey, you came."

"Unfortunately," she muttered before grabbing your wrist and pulling you to your feet. You wobbled slightly, but she steadied you with an exasperated sigh.

"How much did you drink?"

"Uhhh…" You thought for a moment. "A lot?"

She rolled her eyes. "Let’s go."

The walk home was a blur, but you remembered the feeling of Sae-byeok’s hand gripping your wrist, keeping you from stumbling too much. You weren’t sure if she was annoyed or just resigned to her fate, but either way, she got you back to the apartment in one piece.

Cheol was already asleep, his door closed, the apartment dark except for the faint glow of the kitchen light.

You flopped onto the couch, groaning loudly. "Ughhhh. I feel gross."

Sae-byeok sighed, rubbing her temples. "You’re impossible."

You peeked up at her. "You’re still here."

She scoffed. "I had to make sure you didn’t choke on your own stupidity."

You laughed at that, and for some reason, that seemed to make her smile—just a little.

Then, as if making a sudden decision, she turned toward the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of soju from the counter.

You raised an eyebrow. "You’re drinking now?"

She shrugged, sitting on the couch beside you. "Might as well. I already had to deal with your drunk ass."

You gasped, clutching your chest dramatically. "So mean."

She rolled her eyes but poured you both a drink anyway.

And so, you drank.

You weren’t sure who leaned in first.

Maybe it was you, tipsy and warm, feeling bolder than you should have.

Or maybe it was her, gaze flickering to your lips too many times, her usual walls crumbling just a little in the haze of alcohol.

Either way, one moment you were laughing at something ridiculous, and the next, you were kissing her.

It was messy, uncoordinated, fueled by soju and exhaustion, but neither of you pulled away. Her lips were soft, her hands gripping your waist, pulling you closer as if she had stopped caring about pushing you away.

Somehow, you ended up in her room, tangled together in the dim light, the world outside forgotten.

And when morning came, with your head pounding and your limbs still wrapped around hers, the only thing you could think was—

Oh.

Shit.

Your head was pounding.

Your mouth was dry.

And there was warm, steady breathing against your neck.

For a moment, you just lay there, blinking up at the ceiling, trying to piece together what the hell had happened last night.

But when you shifted slightly, you felt it—the solid weight of an arm draped over your waist. The warmth of someone pressed against your back.

And then it hit you.

Oh. Shit.

Sae-byeok was asleep in your arms.

Your breath caught in your throat as you carefully, carefully turned your head to look at her.

Her face was peaceful, her usual sharp, guarded expression softened by sleep. Her lips were slightly parted, dark hair fanning across the pillow.

And worst of all?

She looked comfortable. Too comfortable.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

You needed to get out of here.

This—whatever this was—was a terrible idea. You were leaving in three days. This was just a drunken mistake, a lapse in judgment. If you stayed, if you let yourself get used to this—

You shook your head, carefully shifting to slide out from under her arm.

But the moment you moved, her grip tightened.

You froze.

Sae-byeok let out a quiet, sleepy sigh before pressing closer, her arm locking around your waist with surprising strength.

You swallowed hard. "Sae—"

"Don’t," she murmured, voice thick with sleep.

Your heart pounded. "Don’t what?"

"Don’t leave."

Your breath hitched.

For a moment, you thought maybe she was still dreaming. Maybe she wasn’t even really awake.

But then she spoke again, her voice quieter this time.

"Maybe it was just because we were drunk," she admitted, her grip never loosening. "But you’re leaving anyway. So it doesn’t really matter, does it?"

Your chest ached, something twisting deep inside you.

You could hear what she wasn’t saying.

If you’re leaving, then what’s the point in pretending this meant something?

You wanted to say something, anything, but the words caught in your throat.

Because she was right.

You were leaving.

And maybe, just maybe, that was why this hurt so much.

Your suitcase lay open on Ji-yeong’s bed, half-filled with neatly folded clothes. Three days had passed too quickly, and now you were down to your final few hours in this apartment.

You tried to focus on packing, on making sure everything fit just right, but your hands felt clumsy, restless. Your mind was too busy replaying everything that had happened—especially that night.

The way Sae-byeok had held you.

The way she had told you not to leave.

And then, the way she had avoided you ever since.

You had barely exchanged more than a few words since that morning. No lingering glances, no quiet conversations under the stars. It was as if she had drawn a line between you, pretending nothing had happened.

And if that was how she wanted to play it, fine.

You weren’t going to beg her to care.

You were folding your last shirt when you felt it—that presence at the door.

You didn’t look up, but you knew she was there.

Sae-byeok stood in the doorway, arms crossed, silent. Watching.

The air between you was tense, heavy with all the things left unsaid.

Finally, she broke the silence.

"You’ve been acting weird."

You scoffed, shoving a pair of jeans into your suitcase with more force than necessary. "Oh, I’m the one acting weird?"

Sae-byeok’s eyes narrowed. "Yeah. You are."

You let out a sharp, humorless laugh. "That’s rich, coming from you."

She exhaled sharply, stepping further into the room. "What’s your problem?"

That did it.

You turned to face her fully, anger bubbling to the surface before you could stop it. "My problem? Really?" You took a step closer, your voice rising. "You want to know what my problem is, Sae-byeok? It’s that you’ve been treating me like a stranger ever since that night. Like it didn’t mean anything. Like I don’t mean anything."

Her expression hardened, but she didn’t look away. "I never said it didn’t mean anything."

"Then what the hell was it?" you demanded. "A one-time thing? A drunken mistake? Just something to pass the time before I left?"

Sae-byeok’s jaw clenched. "I don’t play games."

"Then stop acting like you didn’t pull me closer that night," you snapped. "Stop acting like you didn’t want it just as much as I did!"

She inhaled sharply, nostrils flaring. "And what do you want me to say, huh? That I regret it? That I don’t?" Her voice dropped, but the frustration was still there. "You’re leaving. What do you expect me to do?"

Your chest tightened. "I expect you to be honest with me."

She shook her head, running a hand through her hair. "You think this is easy for me?"

"You’re the one pretending nothing happened!"

"You’re the one walking away!"

Silence.

You both stood there, breathing heavily, the weight of your words settling between you like a storm that had finally broken.

Sae-byeok’s hands curled into fists at her sides. Then, as if deciding something, she exhaled sharply and took a step back.

"Forget it," she muttered, shaking her head. "It doesn’t matter."

The words stung more than they should have.

Before you could say anything else, she turned on her heel and stormed out of the room, leaving you standing there, fists clenched, heart pounding.

And for the first time, you weren’t sure if you wanted to leave at all.

The night air was cool against your skin as you climbed onto the tree one last time.

You settled into your usual spot, leaning against the trunk, gazing up at the stars scattered across the Seoul skyline.

It felt different tonight.

Maybe because you knew it would be the last time.

You exhaled slowly, letting the silence wrap around you, trying to soak in the moment. The past few days had been a whirlwind—winning the case, the drunken night with Sae-byeok, the fight that had followed. And now, it was time to go.

There was no fixing things between you and her.

Maybe there never had been.

You heard the quiet creak of the apartment window opening, the soft rustle of movement.

For a brief second, you thought—hoped—Sae-byeok would come sit beside you. That she would say something, anythingbefore you left.

But she didn’t.

She just stood there, watching.

Neither of you spoke. Neither of you moved.

And eventually, after what felt like forever, she closed the window.

Leaving you alone.

By morning, your suitcase was packed, your ride was waiting, and the apartment was still.

You didn’t wake Ji-yeong. You didn’t wake Cheol. And you certainly didn’t wake Sae-byeok.

Instead, you left your goodbyes in ink.

A letter on Ji-yeong’s bed. One on Cheol’s. And finally, one on hers.

Then, without another word, you were gone.

Sae-byeok woke up to the sound of the apartment door closing.

At first, she didn’t move.

She just lay there, staring at the ceiling, already knowing what had happened.

Still, when she finally sat up and saw the letter on her bed, her chest tightened.

She hesitated before picking it up, fingers tracing the edges.

Then, without thinking, she walked to the window.

The tree stood there, empty.

For a moment, she just stared at it, jaw clenched.

Then, with a quiet sigh, she climbed out, settling into the same spot you had sat in the night before.

She unfolded the letter with careful hands.

And she read.

Sae-byeok,

I don’t know how to say goodbye to you, so I won’t.

By the time you read this, I’ll already be on my way back to the States. I figured this was easier—leaving without any more words left to fight over.

I don’t know what we were. Maybe nothing. Maybe something. Maybe just a mistake made under the influence of alcohol and bad timing.

But I do know this: I meant it.

Every touch, every glance, every moment we shared—I meant it. And I think, deep down, you did too.

But you were right. I was always going to leave. And maybe that’s why you never let yourself get too close. Maybe it was easier that way.

Still, I wish things had been different.

I wish we had more time.

I wish you had asked me to stay.

But I also know that even if you had, I don’t think I could’ve. Because this is my life—always moving, always chasing the next case, the next fight.

And you?

You’ve spent too long fighting already.

So this is me letting go.

Take care of Ji-yeong. Take care of Cheol. And, for once in your life, take care of yourself too.

I hope when you look at this tree, you don’t think of me leaving. I hope you think of the nights we sat here, staring at the stars, saying everything and nothing at all.

I hope you remember me the way I’ll remember you.

Goodbye, Sae-byeok.

Sae-byeok’s fingers tightened around the letter, her chest aching in a way she couldn’t describe.

She read it again.

And again.

And again.

Until the words blurred, until the weight of what she had lost finally settled in.

She closed her eyes, exhaling shakily.

And for the first time in a long time, she let herself feel it.

The morning was like any other.

Sae-byeok walked with Cheol to school, Ji-yeong by her side, the two of them making quiet conversation as Cheol ran ahead, waving goodbye before disappearing through the school gates.

It was routine now—dropping him off, grabbing coffee, walking back to the apartment. A routine that kept Sae-byeok grounded, distracted.

But today, something was different.

As they neared the apartment complex, the usual quiet of the morning was broken by the sound of machinery, voices shouting commands, the telltale buzz of a chainsaw revving up.

Sae-byeok’s steps slowed. Then stopped completely.

Her blood ran cold.

A construction crew stood beneath the tree. The tree. The one where she had spent countless nights sitting beside you, listening to you ramble about the stars, about your cases, about things that didn’t matter and things that did.

The same tree where she had read your letter, hands trembling, heart breaking.

Now, it was marked for removal.

A thick red "X" was painted onto the bark, and one of the workers was already preparing to cut into it.

Something inside Sae-byeok snapped.

"Hey! What the hell do you think you’re doing?!"

Her voice was sharp, cutting through the noise. The workers turned, startled, as she stormed forward, shoving past the orange cones like they weren’t even there.

"You can’t cut this tree down!" she shouted, her accent thickening with anger. "Who gave you permission?!"

One of the workers, a middle-aged man in a hard hat, approached cautiously. "Miss, this tree is scheduled for removal. The roots are damaging the sidewalk, and the landlord approved it."

"I don’t give a shit what the landlord approved!" she snapped. "This tree isn’t going anywhere!"

Ji-yeong, who had been watching in stunned silence, finally stepped beside her, blinking in disbelief. "Uh… Sae?"

But Sae-byeok wasn’t listening.

She turned back to the workers, eyes blazing. "You touch that tree, and I’ll make damn sure you regret it."

The man sighed, rubbing his temples. "Miss, I understand you might be attached to it, but—"

"Attached?" she repeated, her voice shaking with barely restrained fury. "You don’t know anything."

"Look, we’re just doing our job," the man said, clearly trying to keep his patience. "If you have a complaint, take it up with the landlord."

Sae-byeok clenched her fists, her whole body tense, as if she were about to throw a punch.

Ji-yeong must have sensed it because she quickly grabbed Sae-byeok’s arm, pulling her back. "Okay, okay, let’s not get arrested today."

Sae-byeok yanked her arm away but didn’t push the fight further. Instead, she shot the workers one last murderous glare before turning on her heel and storming into the apartment.

Ji-yeong followed, still looking baffled.

The moment they were inside, Sae-byeok kicked off her shoes and made a beeline for her room.

"Sae," Ji-yeong called after her. "What the hell was that?"

No answer.

Sae-byeok slammed her door shut, locking it behind her.

Ji-yeong groaned, running a hand through her hair. "Unbelievable."

She knocked on the door. "Sae, seriously. Talk to me."

Nothing.

Sae-byeok sat on the floor of her room, back against the door, staring at nothing.

Her hands were shaking.

The tree was going to be gone.

And with it, the last piece of you that she had left.

a/n: low-key inspired by flipped but hehehe also im sorry for the angst AH

[lis-likes-fics]

In Beauty

Pairing: Oberyn Martell x wife!Reader Word Count: 2.9k words Prompt: Breeding Warnings: NSFW, smut, breeding, creampie, multiple orgasms, fingering, oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex, swearing... A/N: I love this man, he's so scrumptious. Thank you and enjoy!

Your hand gently squeezes Oberyn’s arm as you walk beside him, the vendors on the street giving a bow of their heads as you tread through the busy market. You are surrounded by the people of Sunspear, fruits and vegetables and all kinds of goods everywhere you look beneath the blazing sun of Dorne.

You are happy with the sun as it warms your skin, the gold of your gown glowing under its light. Oberyn gazes at you, a smile on his face as he admires your beauty.

“I can feel you looking, my love,” you smile, guiding him toward a booth of oranges. You pick one up and smooth your thumb along the dimpled skin.

“How can I resist when you are as beautiful as the Dornish shores?” He kisses your temple, and you preen under his affection as you fish a coin from your purse and hand it to the vendor with a grateful smile.

Before you can even begin to peel it, he takes the fruit from your hand and pierces the skin with his thumb. You chuckle, looking up at his face and admiring the curve of his nose. “My husband, the poet.”

He laughs, discarding orange peels aside as he walks to feed the earth. “You flatter me, my dear.” He hands you an orange slice, and you take it gratefully. It bursts in your mouth, its juice rich and sweet.

You hum, “I tell only the truth.”

You hear the giggle of some kids as they run through the streets. A few people grumble as they bump into a few things along the way, but they care little, continuing to run wild.

Upon seeing you, their eyes widen in wonder and their faces split with awestruck smiles.

“Princess!” a tiny voice chirps, and the others join in the excitement as they rush over.

Boys and girls surround the two of you, laughing and gasping as they admire you. “Hello, princess!” “You are so beautiful!” “Move! I was here first!”

You laugh excitedly, bending down to pick up one of the girls. She has soft, curly hair and a button nose, with dark eyes that look brown in the sun. You set her on her hip, smiling as you look around at them.

“Look at how beautiful you all are!” You exclaim. She giggles, covering her face with her palm. “Are you behaving, my darlings?”

They all shout their agreements, nodding their heads. Oberyn steps aside to give you their attention, watching with stars in his eyes. Another girl holds out a tiny hand, clutching onto a pretty flower. “Here, princess!” she says. “For you!”

You gasp, taking the flower from her. “Thank you very much, lovely girl.” She giggles, holding her hands behind her back. You turn to the girl on your hip. “Would you be so kind and put this behind my ear?”

She does so gladly, taking the flower and setting it there with a slightly clumsy hand. She smiles widely. “So pretty,” she coos.

You tilt your head. “Oh, thank you. You know something?” She watches you imploringly. “You are so, so gorgeous, and I want you to remember that. Can you do that for me?”

She nods emphatically, her hair bouncing with each movement. “Yeah!”

“Good,” you hum, tucking some hair behind her ear. “Now all of you do me a favor, will you?” They all agree immediately.

“Each of you take one of these,” you reach for your purse, opening it and holding it out for them, “and go buy yourselves something really nice. Can you do that?”

They gasp as their eyes light up, happily reaching in and grabbing a coin with loud thanks and goodbyes. You set the girl on her feet, kissing her forehead before letting them all go with a wave.

Oberyn’s arm curls around your waist as you replace your purse. “You are quite good with them,” he muses, staring down at you lovingly. “The children always love you.”

You turn toward him, your hands on his as you smile. “Maybe one day one of our own will love me?” you quip, raising a teasing brow.

He chuckles. “My dear, I intend to have a litter of princes and princesses running around Dorne with your smile.”

You chuckle back to him, twirling out of his hold with your hands clasped together. You pull him gently along the path, your head high and your heart pounding.

“Well, it is never too early to start trying.”

~

Oberyn has your back against a wall in no time, tucked between your legs with one over his shoulder and the other struggling to hold yourself up. His hands stroke your thighs, pulling your hips closer to his mouth as you grab at his hair and his broad shoulders for something to hold onto.

“Oberyn,” you moan, your jaw twitching as it falls open in bliss. “You are so good.”

You can feel the curve of his smile against your folds, his tongue darting out to lick between them as he tastes the sweetness that leaks out of you. “That is it, my love,” he purrs against your cunt. “Tell me how good you feel...”

You grind your hips lightly into his face, not bothering to stifle any moans, especially in the comfort of your chambers. Your legs feel weak, like butter melting under the heat of his touch. His tongue delves inside of you as his nose nudges your pearl, needy and pulsing for more of him.

A breath catches in your throat. “Oh, fuck. Keep going.” He answers you with a flicking tongue at your sensitive pearl, licking and sucking and trying his best to pull you closer and closer to the precipice.

“Let me taste you,” he pleads, his voice strained as he continues to work at the pleasure coursing through you.

Your back arches and your hips buck against his mouth as the pleasure snaps like lightning, shocking your system as you gasp his name. He devours you, hungry for every part of you that you have to offer. His hands grip at your flesh as you shudder against him. You moan helplessly, his insistent licking driving you toward oversensitivity until your shudders are quick jerks that make pull his head back by his curls.

Oberyn paints you in loving kisses, all over your thighs and your knees and your folds as he waits for your eyes to crackle open once more to take him in. You look down at him, smiling hazily and running your fingers through his soft hair.

“You always enjoy that far too much, I think,” you chuckle, catching your breath still.

Oberyn presses a long kiss to the bend of your knee, standing to his feet and stroking your sides as he goes. “I do not believe that would be possible.” He envelopes you in a deep kiss, one full of passion and desire as he grabs at naked skin.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders, breathing him in with a content sigh. You feel his hands dip down and brace yourself as he hoists you up with your arms wrapping tightly around his waist. You smile, continuing to press kisses into any skin your lips can find.

He carries you away, only to lay you down on the bed. His body never leaves yours, pressed flush against you as you share in each other's heat. You taste his lips, humming and sighing as he loves on you, letting his warm hands roam your warm body until you feel pliant beneath him.

“How many were you considering for the first carry?” he whispers against your throat. With a gentle kiss, he smiles. “I was thinking two or three.”

You throw your head back into the plush bed, letting out a hearty laugh. Your hands wrap around the back of his neck and the muscle of his bicep. “Only one,” you insist. “The first will already tear me apart, I don't need to be torn twice as much.”

He kisses along your jaw, painting you in them and warming you from the inside out. “No matter,” he says. “Either way, I shall give you a Martell baby that will be as beautiful as you and I.” He slips a hand down your thigh, dipping between them as he drags a finger along your slit.

Your breath hitches, caught on his touch. His mouth parts as yours does, curving into a lustful grin that breaks off with another hum.

He curls them within you, pumping them slowly as your arousal gathers on his fingers. Your brows furrow, and he cannot help but to admire your beauty as you lay beneath him, eager to feel everything he has to offer.

“I hope you do not mind if I wish for it to take a few tries,” your words break off into a whimper as he retracts his fingers. He sets them between his lips, sucking them clean. “I would very much like to continue enjoying you for as long as possible.”

He lifts his head, dragging his hand to your hip and encouraging your leg around his waist. “Oh, my paramour,” he purrs, hissing through his teeth as he strokes his cock two slow times. “Do you really think a bigger belly will stop me from having you?”

You breathe in shakily as he slowly pushes his cock inside of you, filling you inch by glorious inch. Your head tips back, hands tangled in his hair. You relish in the feeling of the stretch, drunk on the feeling.

He rocks his hips slowly, staring at your face and watching the way it twists and shifts through your pleasure. “I intend on fucking you over and over and over again.” His voice is soft and soothing, but deep in his chest. You listen to him with breathless moans.

“Oberyn.”

“I will watch you grow round with my babe. I will watch this belly swell until you can do no more than sit all day.” His thrusts slowly increase in speed and strength, spurred on by his own words and his own thoughts. “I will continue to touch you, and taste you, and fuck you until the babe comes. And once you've healed, I will take you again and again until you are pregnant once more.”

By now, he's holding you still as he fucks into you. You are dizzy with pleasure, with racing thoughts all swarming with Oberyn and his intoxicating words. One of his hands plays over your belly as he thrusts into you with stifled grunts, the other holding you close to him as he watches you dissolve.

Your lips graze one another, too hazy to make full contact but too eager not to touch. You wrap your legs tightly around his waist and let him have his way with deep, fervid thrusts.

“Oh, my love,” you moan, back arching, fingers numbing. “Keep fucking me, put your child in me.”

His voice is deep, rougher now with the growing lust circling his throat. His thrusts are so deep that you see glistening stars behind your eyelids with each stroke. His hands continue to travel along your body, eager to hold you and to feel you and to enjoy the way you shudder and fall apart.

“I am going to breed this delicious cunt,” he promises. His words drop lower, a darker intent that has gooseflesh rising along your skin. “I am going to fill your womb with my cum and keep fucking it into you to ensure you become pregnant with our child.”

His thrusts are faster, filling the air with slick sounds made of the intense smacks of skin against skin. You hold him close and moan in the short space between you, nearly choking every time he drives his cock so far into you that you feel like you can no longer breathe. His hands caress your skin, groping your breast just to roll and flick your nipple between eager fingers.

You are breathless, struggling to keep up as the pleasure swarms in your head and in your bones, coursing through your veins until you feel like the sandy beaches of Dorne, letting the tides lap over you in large, consuming sweeps.

Oberyn lifts one of your legs onto his shoulder, the other following quickly before pressing his thumb to your clit. The new angle allows him to go deeper, the blunt head of his cock punching against a place that makes your lips part, open moans flooding the air.

“Oh, fuck,” you gasp. “S-so deep, so good.”

He leans down, essentially folding your body in half. He gathers your wrists in one hand and lifts them over your head. “Take it, my love. Take it all for me,” he rasps.

You flutter around him as he coaxes you closer and closer to this blissful high. Your hips buck into him, meeting his thrusts with an eagerness that matches his rhythm, which slowly becomes less and less nuanced as he gets closer to reaching his own high.

Your lips form an “O”, and he watches your eyes screw shut, watches your body arch and your brows pinch. He leans farther down, his lips hovering over yours.

“Look at me,” he says, a quiet purr upon your skin. “I want you to see me when you come apart. I want you to see me as I fill you so full of my cum that it leaks down your legs when you walk the streets of Dorne, so everyone knows that you are mine and I am yours.”

His words are sending you into a frenzy. You can hardly think straight as you imagine it—him holding you close, dressed as a royal, skin bathing in the sunlight as the people around you bow down while his seed leaks from your womb.

“Oberyn,” you moan, your lashes fluttering as you struggle to keep your eyes open. He is so beautiful, especially like this: with flushed skin and parted lips and lust-blown eyes. “So close. I’m so close.”

“Keep watching me, darling. Keep looking me in the eyes,” he huffs. He lets go of your wrists in favor of brushing his fingertips along your jaw as his thumb keeps circling your clit, tightening that knot in your belly so ready to snap.

It catches you by surprise—which catches him by surprise. You gasp, your lips parting in a wide shape as you stare into the depths of his eyes. He breathes in with you, mirroring your desire with all the love included. The pleasure is a rolling tidal wave that drowns you in ecstasy until you cry out.

His hips stutter as they fuck into you with a few last thrusts, filling you to the brim with his love for you. “Perfect.” His voice is strained, heightened by a pitch or two as the bliss chokes him. He pumps you full, the warmth spreading through your body until all you know is heat.

He mutters something or another under his breath, caught on the moment and the pleasure as you both ride your eyes together with the occasional sloppy kiss, breathing each other's air and sharing each other's desires.

Your body aches and shudders as you finally come down, the clenching and the tightening and the crashing settling into something bearable. You lay against the bed, finally noticing the sheen of sweat coating your flesh and his as you continue to soak in the other's heat.

He stays inside you, letting your legs off his shoulders and easing them instead around his waist. He leans some of his weight on you, a comfortable amount that has you sighing longingly and limply holding him close.

When you tilt your head tiredly, he guides it back. “No, no, keep looking at me. I want you to remember this.” His voice is soft, a loving lull as he smiles down at you. “I want you to remember the moment we made our first child. How good it felt,” he presses a kiss to your collarbone, “how close we were,” he kisses your neck, “how well you did for me,” a gentle, slow kiss to your lips, “how much I love you.”

You smile lazily, pulling him back in for another long kiss. If he focuses hard enough, he can still faintly taste the orange on your tongue. “I love you, my heart,” you whisper against his lips, giving another chaste kiss.

He hums, finally, reluctantly pulling out of your sopping cunt with a sigh. He eases onto his side wrapping his arms around you. “You must stay in your back a little while longer, my dear,” he says. He pulls you close to him, nuzzling into your neck as his nose presses into your shoulder.

You hum. “It still might take a few tries,” you whisper. “We must be certain it has taken root...” You smirk over at him, raising a tired hand to push a lock of dark hair from his forehead.

His hand falls to your belly, his thumb stroking lightly. He smiles when you clasps your hands together, holding them there and staring at each other like the world no longer exists outside of the other.

“Believe me,” he says, “we will not stop trying even after our maesters know for certain that you hold a babe in your beautiful belly.”

Your smile is almost as devious as his. “Oh, well… If it must be done.” Your noses nudge before joining him in another kiss.

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[thedemonrincelovesgege]

✨//They live with each other//✨

Hualian. tgcf

@samairuart -the author of the art

The doors of the modestly decorated throne room slowly swung open in front of a young man in red robes. Confident and unhurried footsteps echoed in the great hall. The clink of the chains on his boots shimmered and somehow vaguely resembled the clink of crystal. Her raven-black hair was long and spilled over her shoulders, and her small bangs slightly covered her eye patch. His facial features were refined and slightly pointed, giving the demon an extraordinary beauty.

The footsteps subsided, and with them the chime of chains on boots. Mayor Hua was scary in battle, but the horror did not come during the battle or even before, fear rose to the throat as soon as you saw his face and gaze, which were so beautiful, mysterious and confident in all their actions that it made you uneasy. There was only one person who liked his look, not even a man, but the God of War.

– Gege, how are you feeling?-

–San Lan!

A young man in white robes walked briskly towards Hua Chen.

–What happened?

The voice was worried, even though the prince was trying his best not to show it.

– Nothing to worry about, I just had to visit someone. I didn't think I could stay so long, I'm sorry.

His single eye squinted slightly, and a satisfied smile spread across his face. He watches, studies, notices, all this was read in his gaze, but not a drop of remorse. That's a kid. Suddenly, one of the silver butterflies landed on Xie Lian's neat nose, and then another on his forehead, another on the top of his head, ear, and the edge of his lower lip, all of them began to gently tickle his face, which caused the serious pug to immediately dissolve, and a smile flashed across his lips, even though his eyebrows tried to hold up to the last Discontent.

– Do not frown, otherwise wrinkles will appear!

The demon made a very fake and childish face and said, although at the moment the imp was once again trying to trick his beloved and not engage in calligraphy as a punishment, instead of hugging his beloved. Xie Lian sees it perfectly, and even so, she can't help but succumb to his tricks.

–That's a fox!

The young man spoke, lightly tapping his demon's chest, and then hugged him, nuzzling his chest. The butterflies on his face fluttered up and began to circle around them smoothly and serenely. Hua Chen hugged the prince's shoulders, pressing his ear to the crown of the prince's head.

– Does Gege want to have a snack?

– Wouldn't it be bad, what would you like?

– How about noodles with pork in soy sauce?

–Then let's eat it.

Xie Lian quietly pulled away from Hua Chen, glancing briefly into his eyes.

– And don't think that if I'm not upset now, it means that there won't be any calligraphy practice in the evening. We agreed.

Hua sighed, clearly feeling defeated.

–Of course, Your Highness, I will work hard!

Many people don't show any respect by calling Xie Lian that way, and some even mock him in this way, but from the mouth of the demon, this title sounded soft, with love, affection and reverence, only from him Xie Lian liked to hear it.

In response, the prince only nodded, continuing to hug the demon's shoulders tightly. Hua Chen just smiled kindly and took out the dice. They don't usually travel short distances this way, but right now, both of them didn't want to let go of each other. Before they had time to eat, they moved to the dining room of the house of bliss, where after 20 minutes there were large portions of noodles with pork in soy sauce, several salads, large portions of meat dishes and a small saucer with mantou. Each time, such portions, volume and variety of dishes surprised, but so touching.

Xie Lian was lost in his thoughts again, this happened quite often during Sang Lan's absence, the whole last month was not so bright, at some point he got so used to his husband's presence, and is it possible to call it an addiction? Yes, it's definitely an addiction.

–San Lan, tell me something.

– What does Gege want to hear?

– You've been gone so long, what have you been doing, what happened to you?

– Everything is fine, I had to visit Chernovod, I thought for a couple of days at most, I did not think that I would be so late. Did Gege miss me?)

There was a light chuckle.

"You have no idea how much.". I thought about you every day, there wasn't a minute that I didn't want to plunge into your arms. More..Don't leave me for so long without warning me or taking me with you, I'm able to help. As it was, I couldn't even talk to you through a spiritual connection! I was so worried!

– I did not expect such a revelation, I am so pleased that Your Highness thought of me.

Hua Chen rested his cheek on his hand, smiling sincerely and looking at his prince.

–Mmm, what else did my gege do?

"My"...He's having fun. He's flirting. Awaiting a response. Ahahah, it's getting fun for His Highness too.

"Since that's how it turned out, I don't mind having some fun either."

–"Your gege?" Ahah, "your gege" walked through your domain, remembering his beloved husband every second.… What else should I have done?

Hua Chen's smile became even wider and softer, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

–Your Highness... the demon moved a little closer, almost whispering Xie Lian's title.

- Yes?

–Your Highness, you have no idea how much your husband has missed you..

He spoke very softly, resting his head on his shoulder.

It seems that after meeting with San Lang, the prince lost the last drops of shame, otherwise, he would not have become even more excited, showing complete shamelessness.

– Is it really worth behaving in such a way in the presence of the Crown Prince?

This very "prince" grinned, teasing his demon, he's picked up his habits.

Hua Chen's single eye lit up with mischief, the grin did not leave his face, he only lifted his head from the prince's shoulder and looked at his treasure again.

–And how should I behave in front of Your Highness?

– And what do you think is necessary?

It was clear from the look that Hua Chen was extremely happy about such a conversation, Xie Lian had long noticed that his husband had such a special "thing" that worked flawlessly, immediately igniting a fire in his eyes.

–I don't think it's appropriate for Your Highness to dine in the House of Bliss." Would you like to go back to your palace? Your loyal follower will accompany you.

The demon's voice seemed to have become more velvety, although he spoke softly, but everything was clearly heard.

"I want to." Let's go back to the throne room.

Hua Chen stood up, gently touched Xie Lian's hand and took out the dice. A moment later, the couple was in the throne room, where they had met just an hour or two ago. Hua Chen, continuing to gently hold his prince's hand, escorted him to the throne itself. The clink of chains on boots echoed through the hall, as Hua Chen tenderly and tenderly saw Xie Lian off, taking care of every little thing, a familiar warmth spread in his chest.

At first glance, one might think that this was not a throne room, but a simple but spacious room for receiving a large number of guests, it was not very richly decorated, but the small gilding on the snow-white walls and the expensive light wood floor clearly indicated that the hall did not belong to a simple rich man. The throne was also specific, not the way we used to imagine it. It was something like a couch made of light wood with masterly carvings, it was upholstered in expensive fabric, and the simple patterns on it were artfully embroidered with gold thread. Yes, the hall was not very rich at first glance, but the small details gave not so much grandeur as comfort to its owner.

Hua Chen sat his spouse on the throne, and he took two steps back and bowed respectfully.

–Your Highness, allow me to present you with my humble gift..

With these words, the Mayor had a golden hairpin with beautiful flowers on his palm, the petals were decorated with precious stones and metals, a small chain with leaves hung from the end, and at the end of the chain was a stone that looked like a dewdrop.

–...I thought it would suit you very well.яяяяяяяя

"Oh, San Lan.. She's so beautiful, you take care of me so much, it makes me feel kind of uneasy.

A short, ringing laugh came from his mouth.

"It's the least I can do for you." Can I help you pin up your hair?

Hua Chen looked straight into the jasper eyes, full of tenderness, gratitude and love, he did not want to look away, all these glances were beautiful.

– Of course, come to me^^

Xie Lian spread his arms, waiting for a hug and smiling tenderly. Hua Chen completely melted away, the lights in his eyes turned into raging flames in an instant.

Hua Chen came closer and knelt down to his beloved, so that he could hug him more comfortably. Clutching his treasure in a tight embrace, he inhaled the light, slightly alien scent of a Ghostly City and a blooming garden.

The best.

The best.

My favorite

Xie Lian, still with perfect posture, gently hugged the demon, stroking his back and running his fingers through the black curls.

They live in happiness.

They live in happiness

They sat like that for a couple of minutes, until Hua Chen reluctantly got up and walked behind Xie Lian, gently running his fingers through his brown hair. The prince smiled easily, it was immediately clear that he was not so much braiding as playing. It reminded him of their first day at the monastery of the Water Chestnuts. After weeks of worrying about each other, they found peace again in a gentle embrace.

Being together, they live, but do not exist.

They live in happiness

They live with each other.

[innerempire]

Peter who is Tony’s personal assistant - the only personal assistant who has actually stuck through him for more than two years. Prior to Peter, all of Tony’s past PA(s) were people who had resigned within 24 hours (and left in absolute tears) because they simply couldn’t cope with the stress.

Peter deals with everything; handling the older male’s hectic schedules, enduring crazy ex-partners and slighted flings who show up here and there and hey, he’s had coffee and juice, whatever-you-name it thrown in his face. Before anything even reaches Tony’s desk, be it an interview request or social invite, it’s strictly screened by Peter first.

He works round the clock basically. It’s high stress, but the monetary compensation is….Peter thinks he might be set for life if he keeps it up for another couple of years.

“So, remember, you’ve got that in-person interview with Ms Bellford at 6 today. I’ve screened all the questions, but I’ve got Happy on standby just in case she goes off script and-“

Tony frowns, “You’re not going to be there?”

“Uh-“ Peter glances up from his new yet-to-be-released Stark Industries-issued tablet. “I requested for time off for today a month and a half ago. You signed off on it.”

Tony has that particular look on his face which tells Peter that the older male doesn’t remember doing anything of that sort.

“Tony-“ Peter really can’t cancel because this is the third time he’s rescheduling this date with a guy he’s sort of hit it off with from a dating app four months ago. “I need to turn up for my date, because my social life is non-existent as it is.”

“…you don’t count being with me as socializing? Also, a date? First time I’m hearing of it.”

“You’re my boss - I have to socialize with you.”

“Ouch.”

“And it’s the first time I’m mentioning it because the previous two dates didn’t happen. But it needs to happen today because he seems somewhat decent.” Peter hopes so, at least.

Tony leans back in his chair, “Well, I hope Mr.Decent is taking you somewhere nice.”

“Mm, whatever is “nice” in my vocab would probably be “peasant-like” in yours.” Because Tony has ridiculously fancy taste. “I think it’s some fine-dining Korean restaurant in West Village.” Peter glances at his watch. “…and if I want to make a good first impression, I really need to leave.” He gives Tony an imploring look. “Uh, would it be too much to tell you not to call me if you don’t need me?”

Tony grins at Peter, teasing, “But I always need you.”

“Not this evening, you don’t.” Peter quips. “Anyway, behave, don’t terrorize the interviewer, please. She seens genuinely interested in the company’s progress, so - best behavior, please.”

“See, that’s why you need to be there. I’m always the best version of myself when you’re around.”

“Uh huh.” Peter deadpans. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Mr.Stark.”

- / -

“Uh…what do you mean it’s closed? I thought we made reservations.” Peter asks his date over the phone.

“Yeah, a month ago. But someone from the restaurant called me just now and said they’re closed because of a sudden emergency.”

Peter tries not to feel too bummed. He had been looking forward to dining at the restaurant since they made plans for it.

“Oh…then, should we go elsewhere?” Peter suggests.

“Well, it’s a Friday and anywhere else nice is probably fully booked out.”

Peter wonders if this third failed attempt at a date is the Universe’s way of telling him that things with this particular person is not meant to be. Look, he’s not insanely superstitious, but surely it means something?!

“…maybe next time?”

Both of them agree on next time, but Peter thinks there’s not going to be one. He sighs as he ends the call. Well, he could just order in and spend the night actually resting, but instead, Peter finds himself re-entering the office tower and making his way up to the topmost floor and back to his own personal office (truly a perk)

“Someone’s passionate about their job. What happened to a date with Mr.Decent?” Is the first thing that Tony asks when he pops in.

Peter simply sighs, and it’s then that he realizes Tony’s tie is slightly crooked. He gets out of his chair and closes the distance between them, nimble fingers adjusting the tie to sit nicely.

“The restaurant had to close all of a sudden. Last minute emergency.”

“A well-prepared man would have made back up plans.” Tony remains still as Peter fusses over him.

“I kinda thought so too.” Peter admits, hands sweeping along the lapels of his boss’s suit jacket. “It’s weird - I’m disappointed, but I’m not that disappointed?” He shrugs his shoulders.

“Well. I, for one, am glad.”

- / -

It’s Peter’s third year of overseeing that the Stark Expo runs smoothly, but it’s still as anxiety-inducing as ever. The moment Tony ends his speech, Peter heaves a sigh of relief, knowing that the most important aspect of the expo was over. Now, the attendees would be mingling and networking and Peter could finally enjoy a glass of wine. Or two.

“Can I assume that it’s finally safe to approach you?”

Peter lets out a laugh as he accepts the glass of red wine being handed to him, “Fashionably late as always, Quentin.”

“Mm, it’s on purpose really. I don’t really need to waste twenty minutes of my time listening to Stark stroke his own ego.”

Quentin Beck was one of their biggest competitors to date, and frankly, he was smart enough that it kept Tony on his toes.

“You look great.” Quentin comes in for a hug which Peter reciprocates. “It’s the third year of you handling Stark Expo, and my third time trying my luck at poaching you for myself.”

Peter had to give it to Quentin for his persistance, “Better luck next year.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. Then…how about trying my luck for something non business related? Coffee, dinner?”

Peter grins up at Quentin, “Are you asking me out?” He can’t deny that that they’ve always engaged in flirty banter whenever they meet.

“Mm hmm, and I know there’s a conflict of interest somewhere, but I truly can’t bring myself to give a fuck.”

He nearly snorts the wine up his nose, playfully swatting Quentin on the shoulder. He’s giving the thought some consideration because Quentin is smart and a looker, and he’a older too, somewhere along Tony’s age, and that’s always a plus. But he doesn’t get to dwell on it much longer when Tony comes to join them.

He doesn’t seem too pleased to see Quentin, startling Peter slightly be resting his hand against the dip of Peter’s back. As if staking his claim over his own personal assistant.

“Sorry to interrupt.” He doesn’t sound apologetic at all, and Peter’s instantly whisked away before he manages to get a word out to Quentin. “What is it? Do you need something, Mr.Stark?” Peter asks, absolutely confused once they’re quite a distance away from the crowd.

Tony eases his hold slightly around Peter’s waist,” There should really be laws about fraternizing with the enemy.”

“You’re exaggerating. You know how Quentin is.”

“Yes, and I don’t like it one bit of how he was looking at you.”

“…careful, Mr.Stark. Your jealousy’s showing.”

Peter waits for Tony to laugh, but it doesn’t come.

No way Tony Stark is jealous.

Peter doesn’t know what to do all of a sudden, not with his boss staring him down. He’s self-conscious of their proximity all of a sudden.

“Mr.Stark-“

“I don’t really take too well to sharing, both professionally and personally.”

- / -

[oonajaeadira]

For the Love of Fic Ezra

I started trying to catch up in my reading at the end of last year thinking I could tackle one character at a time. Let me tell you, I'm not even half the way through my Ezra reading, but here's what I wanna rec thus far!

A Forgotten Scene by @fromthedeskoftheraven It's a sweet, domestic snippet of fluffy bliss and I want to live in it forever.

We all agree Ezra just *loves* the sound of your voice, right? by @haylzcyon I am all for Ezra just giving in to his innate hornyness. I am all for grinding all out in the open where anyone can see. I am all for knowing about being watched. I am all for loss of control and making a mess and am I sweating? I think I'm sweating over this.

Ezra Goes to Church by @beefrobeefcal Listen. Ezra's hung like a whale and he doesn't care who knows it. Props to great-grammy who knows what's what.

A Light at the End of the Tunnel by @artemiseamoon I'm always so afraid to read whump stories, afraid that they'll end in sadness and misfortune for the character. I'm really glad that isn't the case here. It's hard to watch Ezra struggle with PTSD; I always want the best for him. But I'm so so glad that at the end of it all that means he gets what he wants and most definitely what he needs.

The False Queen by @blueeyesatnight This is a fun AU where Ezra grows up as a con artist...and he's real good at it too, although he may have never chosen the lifestyle if it wasn't for his partner in crime. Love is rough when you know you should be focusing on the con....

Fairy Gold by @julesonrecord Okay yes I know I'm late to the party on this but dang! All the screaming gifs. All. And yes, it's Ezra being a smooth talking Gold Rush prospector and seductive AF, but it's the ending what got me. The realization of what's in the box and what it means? Gorgeous. Knocked me out cold.

A Kiss in the Dark by @something-tofightfor There's something very visceral and sweet about this birfday kiss scenario with Ezra. I love that Rachael has him telling the reader how much he loves them not by saying it outright, but rather heaping heartfelt gratitude on the day that they came into the world. It's so very intimate and quiet, and the perfect start to a birfday.

by @insomniamamma

Threefold Here's an Ezra that lives up to the man we first meet in the movie--a world that J is an expert in. He's done a lot of people dirty and this reader character is one of them. But things have changed and there's a chance for riches--both literal and figurative. And the risk is so so so worth it.

Needles and Pins Tattoo artist Ezra helps to cover some literal and emotional scars...and maybe offer more time together than is needed for the inking. I would absolutely fall head over ass for tattoo artist Ezra. Especially if he was this gentle and accommodating, if he and I clicked over a design, if I needed my life to start again... I really need to book an appointment...guh.

by @morallyinept

Hydrate Jett writes some poetic stylings and I'm here for it. Especially when she likens Ezra's bits and pieces to his morals--heavy and loose. I kinda lost my mind. I mean, on top of the whole thing about watching Ezra skinny dipping in a waterfall pool. This is as much a work of art as that boy is.

Wipspiration: Sleazy Psychic Ezra Based on one of her etherial moodboards, Jett presents a seedy scene of tension and tarot and horniness that I'm still recovering from.

[sunshine-and-his-stars]

WHATS UP PARTY PEOPLE

Ya boi is back with some EaPS headcanons because I'm completely and utterly normal about this gods damned fandom and someone has to give these characters some comfort. Please.

IF YOU DON'T AGREE, KEEP SCROLLING LOSER I'M HAVING FUN AND BEING WHIMSICAL. That said comments are more than welcome please share your headcanons with me too :3 just. don't be weird.

Charlie doesn't like to sleep alone, or where it's quiet, so she comes out and makes a nest of blankets on the floor in Eclipse's lab or wherever he's working. She likes the background noise, it reminds her of her dad.

Charlie has issues with her balance, even before she was in the puppet body, so she starts practicing dancing with Ballora and Ruin to learn how to get a bit better. She's still crazy clumsy, but at least she's having fun.

Charlie, Andrew, Andy, and Jake watch Bluey together. Andy pretends he doesn't like it, but then ends up smiling and very invested in the lore. They also play roblox together, Charlie teaches them how to play adopt me and Jake is practically addicted.

Eclipse has to learn how to style hair once his kids are in their new bodies, all of the kids want help with their other than Andy, so Ballora comes to help him and they work together. Ruin and Sunrise help sometimes too.

Charlie likes to just sit with Eclipse when he's working on his projects, handing him tools and talking about her day. Eclipse just lets her yap, and she's happy to have a chance to have someone who's listening.

Andy gets nightmares, so sometimes he'll go sleep with Eclipse who still knows some lullabies from being with Sun and Moon he'll sing to him.

If Andy goes to sleep with Eclipse, they'll both wake up with all the other kids curled up in different places on the bed as well.

Charlie sleeps like a starfish and is such a freaking bed hog. Jake always takes the blankets. Andy kicks in his sleep. Andrew sleeps in a ball usually underneath the blankets so you have to be really careful you don't accidentally lay on top of him.

Eclipse listens to rock music when he's working on projects, and Charlie doesn't really understand most of it but she starts learning the words and singing along while he's working on his projects while she's coloring on the floor.

Due to splitting from FC after being in the box for so long, Andy has to use mobility aids like braces or crutches for a while because he's still adjusting to having his own body and moving.

Eclipse uses a cane after the incident with Jake and Andrew's Stitchwraith, even after fixing himself up it isn't perfect. He tries to avoid using it for a while, but he gets scolded by Ballora enough and starts using it. Charlie and the boys cover it with stickers and decorations they "borrow" from the daycare. (Moon knows they took them but won't tell)

The longer that Charlie and the boys are there the more like a home the lab starts to feel. Eclipse converts one of the rooms into a bedroom for all of them, and they all get to decorate it, bickering like siblings do. The walls of the lab are covered in coloring pages and crayon drawings of things that the kids want Eclipse to build for them. Jake stole some string lights from one of the arcades and they all work together to get them hung up around the lab. They cover his desk and computers in stickers and he puts up photos of them and him on their "adventures".

When Charlie gets in trouble, Eclipse has to ground her from using her powers and she gets *so* upset. She will walk exponentially slower just to be annoying for him.

[ozimagines]

Oz Characters as Movies…

Beecher: Before Sunrise (1995)

Keller: Sanctuary (2023)

O’Reily: Scarface (1983)

Cyril: Scarface (1932)

Chico: Angels with Dirty Faces (1938)

Murphy: The Day of the Owl (1968)

Miguel: Cabinet of Dr. Caligari (1922)

McManus: Metropolis (1927)

Said: He Even Has Your Eyes (2016)

Stanislavsky: One, Two, Three! (1961)

Burr: Blackboard Jungle (1955)

Chucky: Goodfellas (1990)

Agustus: Carmen Jones (1954)

Busmalis: Mr. Hulot’s Holiday (1953)

Rebadow: Stalag 17 (1953)

Carlos: The Platform (2019)

Carlo: Pasqualino and the Seven Beauties (1975)

Suzanne: Song at Midnight (1937)

Arif: Imitation of Life (1934)

Dr. Nathan: Level 16 (2018)

Robson: The Golem (1920)

Schillinger: Olympia Part One: Festival of Nations (1938)

Fiona: Kiss Me Kosher (2020)

Idzik: The Vigil (2019)

Jia: Street Angel (1937)

Morales: Casino (1995)

Omar: Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner? (1967)

Peter: Life is Beautiful (1999)

[iamnotlookingidonotseeit]

fascinating revelations out of my dad's professional coaching of the whole family today

my mom scored astonishingly high on empathy and caring for a woman who seemed to find it next to impossible to express that to me

my dad has done an insane amount of work to be so warm and personable considering that his natural inclination is towards strong reserve rooted in anxiety (just like me!!)

my sister shocked - SHOCKED 🙄 - to learn that she scores almost zero in empathy AND very high on manipulation

actually shocking reveal that my sister always knew she was my mom's favorite. like I kind of assumed she was mean to both of us but apparently most of the biting comments were for me

[tiredsadpeach]

Update they both hate me because I told the child one of them was harassing the acc he could block to try and stop it

[doodlemancy]

Hey, so, Patreon is lying to you about Apple forcing their hand.

Patreon is getting rid of 1st-of-the-month/per-creation billing, claiming a new decision by Apple has forced their hand. This will hurt a lot of creatives, and their excuse is bullshit. Allow me to explain.

In 2018, Patreon tried to impose a new ill-considered fee structure on everyone that would have cost creators a lot of smaller pledges. They ended up apologizing for this profusely; they have now deleted this apology from their website and unfortunately I was unable to find it on the Internet Archive. This was shameful, but to their credit they backed off quickly when things got ugly.

Back in 2021, Patreon discussed plans to force all creators into a rolling bill structure and get rid of first-of-the-month/pay-up-front billing. The community once again very decisively shouted them down, and they had to walk it back again. This whole fiasco damaged the already shaky trust between Patreon creators and staff.

This week, Patreon announced that, along with extra fees, Apple's policies were supposedly forcing them to move everyone over to the rolling fee structure that they first tried to get us to agree to in 2021. Patreon will tell you they are not happy about this. As a person who spent a long time watching Patreon make terrible decisions, I can tell you-- they are probably very happy about this, because it's exactly the smokescreen they needed to do what they've been trying to do for years, which is pull ALL Patreon creators away from 1st-of-the-month and per-creation billing.

The spin in the news I've seen so far is "Apple bullies Patreon, boo hoo hoo poor Patreon". This is very obviously not what's happening. Mind you: Apple does suck, and they are doing something bad here. Fuck apple. But Patreon and Apple are BOTH the asshole in this situation; Everyone Sucks Here. Patreon has options: they can make the iOS app a reader app and do billing through the browser to avoid the restrictions and the extra fees (Netflix and Amazon, notably, both do this), or they can allow creators to opt-out of iOS billing if they want to use billing models that don't work with it.

It seems most likely to me that the Apple situation is a real fire that Patreon has chosen to use as a convenient smokescreen to do what they've been wanting to do since at least 2021, and maybe since 2018.

What do we do?:

They have a feedback form specifically about this.

They also have a creator discord.

And they have lots of social media pages where they probably really, really hope that this doesn't blow up again, because they never learn. The incidents I've described here aren't the only two other times Patreon has pissed off their creators. They know if they don't contain the noise it'll be harder to get away with it, so make some noise. They've done a lot of work to spin this cleverly so you'll have sympathy for them and they won't get the kind of backlash they know they deserve.

Please don't misuse these links and make threats or spam or something. All you have to do is give well-reasoned feedback. Patreon hates feedback. Make sure they get a nice heaping helping of their least favorite vegetable.

[noisilyscreechingsong]

Disney princess Danny

It’s known that animals can sense death. Instances where pets gravitate to someone on their death bed and dogs barking at ghosts. Danny already knew this from before he half died, so he was expecting animals to rat him out with their sixth sense or become aggressive or cower from him. Instead, they all behaved the complete opposite than he anticipated.

Stray cats come running to rub against his legs, dogs nearly pull arms out of their owners sockets to get close to him, birds bring him trinkets, raccoons lead him to trash cans full of food, and even squirrels and rats get close to just sit on his shoulders. It’s… weird, but not unwelcome. He always loved animals.

Danny had come to semi-trust the animals that come to him. They know where the good food is and drinking water, they know when to steer away from a certain area right before something happens, and they always know when a person is bad or okay. So when an animal leads him somewhere, he follows. Sometimes they need help and he’s the one they go to. He’s helped plenty of raccoons out of garbage bins and cats out of gutters to have a good relationship with the animals of the streets.

What he isn’t expecting is to be led to Robin again and again.

The first time it was a cat. A mangy old Tom cat that rubbed against his torn up jeans and looked back with - Danny swears- a raised eyebrow. Danny follows and soon enough he finds himself standing a few paces away from Robin who is kneeling down to give clean water to the momma cat and her three kittens.

Robin freezes and so does Danny. They stare at each other.

“Um, hi?”

Robin straightens immediately, leaving the water on the ground where the cats can drink. Tom cat swaggers over to guard them.

“Civilian. Is there something I can assist you with?”

The dude is probably a year or two younger than Danny himself and he has to suppress a smile at the formal tone.

“Oh, uh, no? The cat just led me here.”

He can see Robin glance at the Tom cat who was now licking himself.

“Is that so?”

“Yea. Sorry to interrupt. Animals just like me for some reason.”

The three kittens one by one all totter over to him on unsteady legs after they had their fill. The orange one starts trying to climb his pant leg with its short and sharp claws digging into the jean material.

“They really like me.”

He carefully sits down crossed legged so the others could also climb all over him. Robin watches for a moment silently and when he sees Danny react well to the little pricks from tiny claws, he seems it safe enough to return to patrol.

The second time it’s a couple of rats that lure him away to find Robin fighting off more thugs than he probably should by himself. So taking the rats’ movements as encouragement, he takes the closest thing, a piece of plywood, and hit the nearest guy over the head with it. The guy crumbles like a wet sock and Danny is moving on to the next thug.

They sweep the floor with these guys with only a few splinters and a twisted ankle.

“It was dangerous to intervene,” Robin tells him. “I had it handled.”

“Yea, I know.”

The vigilante didn’t seem to be expecting that response from his stunned silence. He straightens as much as he can with bruised ribs.

“Well, I’m glad you know your mistake. Don’t let it happen again.”

Danny neither agrees nor disagrees, just shrugs and allow the rats to climb up his leg to his shoulder. Robin looks at them curiously. Danny gives a salute before leaving. Robin gives him a nod.

The third time it happened the roles are reversed.

Some people from the local gang are bullying the lonely, homeless teen to run drugs for them. They don’t seem to understand the word ‘no’. It gets to the point where Danny finds himself with his back against the wall and all his exits blocked with a guy shoving him again and again.

“Stop it!”

“I’ll stop if you agree.”

“I’m not doing it!”

Frank the raccoon and his buddy Bobby launch themselves at the guy’s ankles. The guy shrieks and pulls a gun.

“No!”

Before Danny can dive for it, a projectile comes out of nowhere to knock it out of his hands. He can’t even process what happened before the three are running away, two raccoons chattering at their heels before coming back to crowd him in worry.

Danny looks up to see Robin with a sword out threateningly, staring at where the three fled. He sheaths the sword after a few seconds.

“Are you okay?”

Danny realizes he’s breathing a little heavy and slows down a bit as he leans over to pet the top of the two heads.

“I’m- yea, I’m okay. Thanks for the save. Those guys were jerks.”

“I’m inclined to agree.”

Robin is staring at the raccoons and it takes Danny a long moment to piece things together.

“Did- did they lead you to me?”

Robin doesn’t answer right away.

“You have loyal friends.”

Danny smiles at the weird compliment. Looking down at the two heroes of the evening Danny is also inclined to agree.

The fourth time is funny in a way Danny doesn’t know how to describe.

It was the pigeons. They were at fault of course for how Robin’s secret identity was outed. By pigeons.

The grey birds swarmed Danny and settled in a cloud of feathers. One holding something in its beak before plopping it down in his lap like a golden retriever. It flaps off as Danny picks up the obvious wallet clip holding quite a bit of cash and a student ID. The card says Damian Wayne from Gotham Academy. Just then Robin comes skidding around the corner, clearly out of breath and freezes.

Danny looks down at the clip in his hand and back up at the vigilante. He looks at the crazy amount of birds around him and again at the vigilante.

Said vigilante straightens and approaches like he called Danny there.

“If I could have that so I could return it to its proper owner.”

He holds out a hand with false arrogance, but Danny can see the nervousness in his stance. Danny looks down one last time before putting the clip in the outstretched hand without a word.

Robin nods once, pockets the ID and money, and immediately leaves.

The fifth time just cements what Danny had already figured out.

He was at the park. Not Ivy’s park of course, the one where people actually like to go. He was helping the squirrels find and hide acorns when he’s nearly knocked over by a massive black dog.

“Titus!”

The end of the Great Dane’s leash is a familiar face. Damian Wayne’s eyes widen in recognition as he finally sees who Titus was so excited to get to.

“Uh-“

Danny has to close his mouth quickly or else the massive tongue on his face would have turned into a French kiss.

“Titus! Heel!”

Danny laughs at the embarrassed blush on the other’s face, obviously not used to his companion going off the rails like this.

“It’s alright. We both know how animals like me.”

Damian narrows his eyes to analyze the teen. Danny wasn’t about to pretend and Damian looked like he was debating whether to follow his lead or not. There was literally no one within hearing distance.

“Have you told anyone?”

Danny thought about redirecting, but thought better of it. He actually liked Robin and what he did.

“Nope. I haven’t and I won’t. I swear.”

Damian tilts his head and then looks down at Titus. He seems to come to a decision before looking back at Danny.

“You’re homeless, are you not?”

Didn’t think they were being that direct but sure.

“Yea?”

“I will pay you in food and shelter to take care of my animals.”

Danny blinks. Then actually considers the offer.

“What kind of animals? How many we talking?”

Damian grins.

The family finds out pretty quickly when a teen they’ve never seen before walks into the Batcave with two pails of food for the bats, Titus at his heels and Alfred the cat perched contently on his shoulders.

Duke stares and Bruce short circuits.

“Um, who are you?”

“Hi! I’m Danny. Damian employed me to take care of the animals.”

“O…kay?”

“And where is Damian?” Bruce sounds like it physically hurts to ask and Danny does not envy Damian’s position right now.

“Upstairs. I think he said he was going to his art studio.”

Bruce marches past the boy to the stairs before stopping abruptly and turning to Danny and Duke.

“Don’t touch anything. Watch him.”

Duke and Danny blink at each other for a moment as Bruce disappears up the stairs.

“I’m Duke by the way.”

Danny grins.

[rensukepie]

𐚁๋࣭⭑ “you say it’s big, but you take it.” ┈─★ n. s

contains : virginity loss, big d!ck nagi :3, size difference, slight tummy bulge, praise, he’s talking you through it A LOTTT, nagi teaches reader how to give a blowjob ^___^!, pussay eating, established relationship, nagi jerking off to you ^3^, pull out, this one’s a little longer than my other works!!, aftercare, dumbification(?), kinda possessive nagi if you squint

you’re scared of losing your virginity, you really are. that is, until you ask nagi to take it from you.

character is aged up!

mdni!!!!! (minors do NOT interact)

a/n : ty @kittenish0 for requesting some nagi smut! happy new years to you as well! i’ve wanted to write him for a while now :3

nsfw under the cut

he was surprised to find out you were a virgin early on in the relationship.

“how could someone so pretty like her be a virgin?” he thought to himself frequently. you were so, so pretty to him.

you were glad that he wasn’t pushing you to have sex like the other people before. he’s so gentle, so patient with you. you wonder how someone like him can handle someone like you—behavior wise.

every time you two kiss, you always have to pull away before it gets too heated. you’re scared of having sex, you really, really are, but you’ve always considered nagi to be the one to take your virginity away from you.

“m’sorry sei…. not ready yet…” you say, face buried into his shoulder along with your arms hung around them.

“it’s okay baby… when you’re ready, you’re ready, right? doesn’t have to be immediately…” he reassures, kissing your cheek.

…. ┈─★ 𐚁๋࣭

it got him so, so fucking hard when you told him that you’re a virgin. the thoughts rushing to his head on how he can teach you how to take his dick, the pretty sounds you’d make, the possible bulge his cock can (will) show in your stomach, everything is rushing to his head.

so after that little restaurant date between the two of you, he goes back home to his apartment and jerks his cock off to every single thought about you, pretending his fist is your pretty, wet cunt taking all of him.

“fffuck— baby… gonna make me cum.. so tight…”

…. ┈─★ 𐚁๋࣭

it’s been a couple of months since the two of you got together. you’ve done so many things together and your friends and his friends combined both think you two are cute together.

you figured it was about time to have sex at this point, so you decide to make your move tonight, but how? you’ve never done something like this before, nor ever felt this way for someone ever.

“you ready for our movie night date? :x”

“mhm! coming over right now sei!”

“can’t wait to see you angel, really missed you”

for some reason, that text he sent made your face so red and flushed! anticipation, maybe?

…. ┈─★ 𐚁๋࣭

you’re currently on his bed, blanket on both of your laps, head on his shoulder as you two watch the movie you both agreed on.

“sei… can i tell you something?”

“hm? go ahead.” he says, reaching for the remote to pause the movie.

“i wanna try it…. want you to be my first time sei…i’ve been thinking about it all week…” you say while grabbing his arm, face flushed in a shade of red.

“are you sure, baby? this is so sudden… don’t wanna hurt you or anything..”

“im sure sei… think m’ready…” you say in that sweet, sweet tone you always have, the one that he hears every time you speak to him.

…┈─★ 𐚁๋࣭

“gonna take it slow for you, ‘kay?” he whispers in your ear, his body hovering over yours on the bed with his knee in between your thigh before kissing your soft, pretty lips, your arms over his shoulders with his hands at your waist.

“s—seishiro…. mm…” you whimper into the kiss as he brushes his knee slightly against your clothed cunt.

“hm? feels good?” he teases, breaking the kiss to start kissing all over your neck and down.

you love the way his lips feel on your body. the way he asks you if it feels good—it’s all too much! and he knows that it’s too much for you with the way your already whimpering on the fact that he’s getting closer to your pretty pussy.

“you’re so pretty… can kiss your body forever, angel.” he murmurs, placing kisses on your inner thighs before he places a kiss right on your cunt that’s still clothed in a pair of lacy panties. “fuck—these are so cute on you, baby…”

he plays with your sensitive bud with his fingers through the wet—soiled fabric, but not for long before he’s asking to take off your panties.

“gonna take these off of you now, that okay with you, pretty?”

“mhm… go ahead sei… please…” you plead desperately to the point where it’s almost embarrassing.

“mm— that’s a good girl..” he says as he takes off your panties slowly, kissing your pussy once more before licking the slit with his skilled tongue along with sucking your sensitive bud. “does it feel good, hm?”

“seishiro—! mmf… fffuckk—!” you moan at the new feeling, gripping at his soft white hair. if you knew it felt so good, you would’ve told him to do this sooner!

you swear that he’s humming into your cunt on purpose to make you squirm around him! he’s moaning saying how good you taste and fuck— it’s having an effect on you. you can feel that your about to cum despite the fact that you don’t even know how it feels to do so.

“s—sei… i think m’gonna cum soon… haah…—“

“yeah? you feel it, angel? cum for me… you’re doing so well.”

you swear that you could see literal stars as your orgasm washed over you. little whimpers of “m’cumming sei… mmf…!” coming out of your mouth.

“mm.. thats it, sweet girl… feel good?”

…┈─★ 𐚁๋࣭

“gonna teach you how to suck my dick now, yeah?” he whispers, kissing your neck before he takes off his sweatpants and boxers, his rock hard cock on display for you.

he knows that his cock isn’t the average size. it’s thick with pre all over his pink tip and it has a little prominent vein and holy shit—it’s making you so wet!

“seishiro… it’s s’big… don’t think i can take all of it…” you say, looking at it with big, curious eyes.

“s’okay baby… don’t need to take all of it..” he says, thumb rubbing your face.

…┈─★ 𐚁๋࣭

“focus on the tip… ‘s sensitive there…” he says, your lips and tongue on his tip tasting his pre. “ahh—shit…! you’re doing so well, angel. so good f’me…” he moans, his hand on your head. “you think you can take a bit more of me, hm? just a little more down?”

“m—mhm… i wanna try it… want to make you feel good too, sei..”

fuck.

it takes everything in him to not plow his big cock into your insides and completely ruin you. but of course, he holds back, it is your first time after all. he doesn’t wanna ruin his pretty girl juuust yet!

“mmf… you’re such a sweet girl, so perfect..” he smiles, thumb rubbing your face once more.

…┈─★ 𐚁๋࣭

“spit on your palm f’me… that way, you can move your fist up and down for the part that you can’t take, ‘kay?”

you spit onto your palm, globs of it falling down. you begin to suck him once more, taking more of his cock into your mouth this time.

he doesn’t expect you to take all of him into his mouth, especially since it’s your first time, but again, it really, really takes everything inside of him to not grip your hair and bob your head up and down on his cock.

you’re doing a lot more then he expected from a virgin. you’ve taken a good amount of him inside of your mouth, using your spit covered fist to jerk off the rest of his cock that couldn’t fit in your mouth.

“fuck—are you sure you’re a virgin, baby? you’re so good at this…haah—such a fast learner, aren’t you?” whimpers coming out of his mouth, the familiar feeling of cumming soon rushing over his body.

“gonna cum soon, angel… ohh shitt—… take it baby, take all of my cum in your mouth… that’s it…”

…┈─★ 𐚁๋࣭

“tell me when you’re ready, okay? gonna take it nice and slow f’you, sweet girl.” he responds, looking at you from underneath, his cock in his hand.

“m—mhm… think m’ready now… you got me so wet sei…”

“she’s so cute when she gets like this…” he thinks, moving his cock back and forth on your folds and slapping his cock onto your clit, teasing you so that he can hear your pretty, soft moans.

“mmf—! stop teasing me seishiro… please…” you pout for a little bit, finally feeling his cock stretch you out for the first time. it burns, but the feeling begins to turn into pleasure.

“fuck, you feel so good, baby…” he murmurs into your neck, thrusting his big cock inside of you slowly. “you alright? does it feel good, hm? want your first time to be perfect..”

“ahh..! s—sei! you’re too big—haah… can feel your cock in my stomach…” you whimper, pulling his hand to the bulge in your stomach that shows each time he thrusts deep inside. “feels sooo good, baby… love your cock so much… mmf—!”

“yeah? you like it, huh? only my cock can make you like this, sweet girl…” he knows you’ve gone dumb on his cock already! only babbling words out of your mouth from what you can hear from your knowledge.

“m—mhm you’re the only one seishiro….gonna cum again soon…” you start rubbing your clit with your fingers, your cunt squeezing itself on his cock as you get closer to the edge.

“mm!— m’cumming again sei…! gonna cum… ahh—!”

right before he’s about to cum, he pulls his cock out of your warm cunt, jerking it off infront of you as his cum goes right onto your stomach.

…┈─★ 𐚁๋࣭

he gets you a fresh pair of his clean clothes after your shower together, leaving a kiss on your cheek when he sees you on the bed.

“you okay, love?” he asks with a gentle tone, water droplets falling from his hair since you both had just gotten out of the shower.

“mhm… it felt really good, sei… thank you… wanna do it again soon…” you giggle softly, holding him tighter into your hug.

“don’t thank me, baby… wanted your first time to be as perfect as possible.” he says, kissing you once more before you both drift off to sleep.

[gaysindistress]

Things that I feel like would happen when you’re in a relationship with Simon Riley.

Simon Riley masterlist

1. First off he hates the word ‘boyfriend’.

Maybe it’s because he’s in his mid thirties or something but he can’t stand being called your boyfriend. He’s more than that but also not at the same time. You live together, have access to each other’s bank accounts (which is only because he hates it when you try to fight him about him giving you money), and you’re each others emergency contact. He thinks of himself as your husband. The man wears a silicone ring when he’s home and a necklace with the ring that’s totally not a wedding band when he’s working. Price has seen the chain once or twice and smirks, shooting him a knowing look but never says a word.

Simon cannot stand it when people get nosy and want to know what your relationship status is. You’re together and that’s all that matters. No one needs to know that you’re the beneficiary of his will and life insurance policy or that he’s put you on all of his accounts. No one needs to know that he buys you anything you want but has only ever bought you two rings; a thin gold band with a flower engraved on it and its twin a matching emerald ring. No one needs to know that when he gifted them to you, there were tears and promises of safety, love, and happiness whispered against feverish skin. No one needs to know that he has your name woven into his chest tattoo.

No one needs to know any of that because your relationship is between him and you only.

2. You are not some submissive little house wife. You are a strong independent woman and he prefers it that way.

I know this one goes against what most people say but hear me out on this. Simon has been independent since birth practically. He’s only had himself to count on for years. Even in the military, he’s only been able to rely himself. Sure the others watch out for him but if it came down to it, he’s the only one who’s going to get himself out alive.

The thought of someone else relying on him in that way is terrifying. He can’t even fathom what it would be like to look at another person and fully trust them in that way. Half the time he feels like he can’t even be trusted to take care of himself let alone another human. In theory a sweet docile housewife is great with the meals and clean house but not for him. He needs to know that you can hold your own. He needs to know that you can be independent and carry on without him if something happened while he was working. He needs to know that you will be okay if he doesn’t come back.

You have to be okay without him no matter how much it pains him to think about it.

Like I said before, he’s made you the beneficiary of everything so he knows you’ll be set financially but that’s not enough. He’s made Price promise to keep an eye out for you. He’s made you promise to let Price do that and you agreed because it’s Simon who’s asking but you’d tell anyone else to fuck off.

In addition to all of that, he’s installed the best security system the government has to offer in your house. You have a very expensive and large safe in your shared closet that he’s instructed you to only open if you feel unsafe. While you might not like it, you agree to go shooting with him so he can sleep at night knowing that you could protect yourself if he’s not home. He’s gone as far as to make sure you have all of the licenses and certificates that are needed to legally own firearms in the UK.

He’s not leaving any opportunity for you to be vulnerable or have your ‘safety checks’, as he calls them, taken away.

3. Simon Riley is a godless man…until he meets you.

Now this is entirely my own headcannon with no evidence to support it so bear with me.

Simon had a shitty childhood where his mom would pray to a god who never listened and his dad would shout verses at him when he was drunk. God was a mythical figure that he was told stories off with nothing to show for it. He did believe at one point but then his dad never got better, his mom wore bruises of every shade, and his brother found comfort in drugs.

He found himself praying when he was being tortured by the Mexican cartel. Between the flashbacks of his abusive past, he prayed to a god who had failed him so many times before to help him. He prayed again as he dug himself out of that Texas grave with the major’s jaw bone. He wailed his prayers when he found his family executed after Sparks tried to kill him.

After that he deemed himself a Godless man. Years of praying had passed with nothing. This god had decided that Simon was not worthy of a miracle so why would he continue to worship him?

That was until he met you. He finds himself praying before every mission, every time he has to leave you, every time he’s on his way home, and just about any other time he thinks of you. He doesn’t know what exactly he’s praying for other than for you to be there when he gets back.

He whispers his prayers to an absent god against your skin as he worships your body, soul, and heart. He promises to be devoted to you until his last breath and vows to find you again in whatever afterlife awaits you. He pledges to find solace in you and only you when his haunting nightmares return. He makes an oath to your heart that it will never weather another storm alone again for his will take whatever beating that comes your way. He shows you that he will love you in the same manner as a Hozier song; putting you above all else because you have become his religion, his faith, his beliefs, his life.

You have become all that he is and he thanks the god he once believed in for you. He prays again but to you, his heart, his love, and his beacon through the enteral storm of life.