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YO!!! I was tagged by @officious-sea-lawyer to do this and so here I deliver:
âď¸ Favorite Christmas movies
Well I actually have a NEW favorite christmas movie this year and itâs the 1970 Scrooge starring Albert Finney. True to my nature I really love a pathetic old man and he might be the most sopping wet and weird little scrooge Iâve ever seen but also in the flashbacks⌠holy shit heâs handsome (reminds me of francis a little. Just saying) ⌠anyway go watch Scrooge all the songs were written by the same lady who did charlie and the chocolate factory. AS FOR OTHER FILMS GOD THEREâS PLENTY but to rattle off a few: Muppet Christmas Carol (THE FULL VERSION), Polar Express, any of the Rankin Bass christmas films, The Holiday, White Christmas, classic Grinch AND LA Grinch, 1939 christmas carol also. And of course, Itâs A Wonderful Life.
âď¸ Christmas traditions?
On christmas eve we all open a small present and then I make hot chocolate and watch the polar express when everyoneâs gone to bed.
đ Favorite Christmas aesthetic? (Traditional, black and white, etc.)
Victorian!!!! Jesus christ but I love victorian christmas aesthetics (especially this year. Good GOD. Iâm deeply into victorian christmas aesthetics this year)
đ Christmas food/drinks you love
HOT CHOCOLATE!!! But also I always buy a tin of danish butter cookies. I love those little bastards with the dried black currants in them especially. So fucking good. Also I wonât say no to a good gingerbread (or more importantly my fave cookie flavor of all time: ginger molases)
âď¸ Best Christmas song
Not gonna lie. I fucking love Hark the Herald Angels Sing. Itâs very nostalgic for me singing it with not just my youth choir but the WHOLE congregation at the end of Christmas Eve service and ringing bells⌠yeah man. Yeah. For more modern stuff I do fucking love any of Bing Crosbyâs songs (but ESPECIALLY white christmas), and Andy Williamâs Itâs the Most Wonderful Time of the Year.
đ One thing you got for someone (I won't tell :3)
I actually made hats for my whole family!!! Though actually I didnât make a hat for my dad bc he doesnât wear hats bc heâs a strange little man but I made him a little headband earmuff thing instead that I think heâll really like đĽ°
âď¸ One thing you really, really want for Christmas
A fucking camera 𼲠I know I wonât get one tho. But I can DREAM canât I? Other than that like the big thing for me is some new over ear sony headphones that donât fucking hurt my ears and give me headaches yes. Other than that my 4 day trip to montreal was a great gift indeed I had a fucking blast (will provide details if wanted)
Now who to tag⌠hmmâŚ
@prismatica-the-strange @your-mighty-words-astound-me @kittensmctavish @roaming-thru-roses @seldonhari @jokerownsmysoul @smileofacaffeinatedsaint and ANYONE ELSE TO WHOM THIS LOOKS LIKE FUN!!! Happy fuckin holidays bitches!
#tag games#there was a baby shark stairwell involved at one point⌠but also I saw fucking hendelâs messiah at notre fucking dame#and the nutcracker. and the new cirque show#good times and good food had indeed#and of course. crystal penises
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i said a while back that i hope with each subsequent i become more and more nervous about where this story is going and it has truly begun that track was a whole 10 minutes shorter than bbâs but i was practically like this throughout the majority of it
#this is vee speaking#the hypstage tler said itâs obvious why the chuuoku stage ran congruently with this release and i agree#nemu already needs a fcking vacation sheâs literally holding up this government by herself (not really but it definitely feels like it LOL)#also#WâŚâŚWHOEVER PUT HONOBONO OVER THE POLICE NEEDS TO BE FIRED AND ARRESTED#LIKE HONOBONO TERRORISING THE WORLD ALREADY????? ITS ONLY THE SECOND RELEASE OH NO???????#it was a great track tho midway thru the rio drama i had to open up the manga to remind myself of iojakuâs conflicts#and to think rio wound up showing him his answer we got rio food yâall đđđđđđ#there was indeed a samajuto moment lmao like theyâre so funny lmao#juto wound up finding himself in serious danger and samariou watched him get carted into the thick of it#(jutoâs force was going to kill him bro!!!!!!! like??? bro!!!!!!!!!)#and samariou showed up to save him but samatoki tried to pass off the good timing as a sixth sense for whenever jutoâs in trouble#and samatoki is so corny LOL but can i say how good it is to see him like that lol?????#nah like samatoki is almost a different man when he has hope lol!!!!!!#he was giving that tdd era leather daddy samatoki energy instead of rly depressed samasama#but like???? heâs never been like this!!!!! where he believes this world can change!!!!!!! some good samatoki food fr on god no cap ITS#A REALLY GOOD TRACK LOL I JUST HATE HOW IK ITS GOING TO GET WORSE#also also whatâs up with these tracks riffing off the arb main story lol????
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Marriage?
Kento x reader
・ďžâ˘âę°á ⥠ŕťęąâ⢠・ďž
"Darling, why does this alien keep following me?"
"Huh? Ohh!!...Kento, sweetheart... that's called a creeper. It's following you 'cause it wants to explode near you and kill you."
You recently taught you're boyfriend, Kento Nanami, how to play minecraft...and surprisingly, he's doing wonderful. In a span of 3 days, he created a garden, a pool and a bakery in creative mode. And yesterday, he's tried survival mode for the first time.
"Well, that's not very polite. I even shared my meat with him..."
"You did?"
"Yes..."
"Pfff-"
"Did I say something funny, love?"
It's day 2 of your sweet boyfriend trying to maneuver his way in survival mode. He's doing terrific, hasn't died yet! He managed to build up on his food and inventory. And you told him countless times to build atleast a tiny house in order to protect him at night, but he keeps saying that he'll do it later because he has to prepare a looootttt.
"Kento, baby... creepers aren't interested in meat or making friends. They're simply there to explode and kill those around them"
"Oh. Well, then I guess I should run away from him."
"Yup, you definitely should."
He wouldn't even let you peak at his device! He'd be playing in the corner, like a weird teenager.
"How ya holding up? Can I please see what you're doing, baby?" You emphasize the word "please", hoping that Nanami would give in. But, he wouldn't even look at your puppy eyes!!
"No, sweetheart. I told you I'll show you when I'm done."
"Tsk. What are you even planning?" You pout, bouncing your legs on his lap, foot poking at his side.
He grabs your foot and places it on his lap again. He's playing minecraft on one hand, while the other massages your feet! What a man, indeed.
"It's a secret" He says in a singong tone, leaning over to grab the remote on the coffee table and peck your lips.
"Here, baby. Why don't you distract your pretty eyes with some television entertainment, and I'll get back to you with my finished work. Sound good, hmm? "
"okay... "
How were supposed to counter that when he kissed you so lovingly and whispered to you so softly?
A few hours had gone by. A variety show piqued your interest , however, you were more enamoured by the way you're boyfriend was so focused on his device. You could see the determination in his eyes.
He would also ask you random questions like "would you prefer wooden or tiled floors?" or "what colors would you like to see in a place?" And you would always answer quickly because you've been anticipating him, and the way he would hum in thought, then kiss you as a "thank you. "
You guessed he was finally building a himself a house.
But you were wrong.
He was building you and him a home.
He proudly and nervously handed you his phone, telling you to explore his carefully crafted house.
"I'm finished, love. Take a look at our house. I built it for us. This and so much more will be our life when we get married."
You were quite impressed, considering he built it in survival mode and for his first time doing so.
"Our house? Married? Marriage?"
It's an understatement to say that you were "flustered". You were red, stuttery, fidgety and baffled.
You did not expect him to bring that up. You've only been dating for a year. But don't get it wrong, you truly love Nanami, it's just that you didn't expect him to feel so strongly towards you to already consider marriage after only a year of dating!?
He chuckled. His deep, beautiful voice that reverberated through your heart.
"Yes, yn. Marriage. I-I'm not proposing to you right now! I'm just reminding you how much I love you, and that I'm more than ready to spend my lifetime with you."
He holds caresses your hands, eyes maintaining gentle, loving contact.
"I love you, Kento. Thank you, darling."
He leans in closer to kiss you. But you interrupt him midway. You whisper.
"Soooo, when are you going to propose?"
"Soon. In a beautiful place I know you'll like, with delicious food, a calming ambience, and just the two of there to experience it. "
・ďžâ˘âę°á ⥠ŕťęąâ⢠・ďž
Kento Nanami, you're boyfriend of one year, builds you a house in minecraft to profess his love for you and confess that he's ready to upgrade to husband mode.
#fypă#kento nanami#nanami x reader#nanami kento#kento fluff#kento x reader#jjk kento#kento x y/n#jjk fluff#jjk nanami#jujutsu nanami#nanami jjk#nanami x y/n#nanami x you#nanami kento x y/n#nanami kento x reader
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âBEING MATTHEOâS CHILDHOOD FRIEND TO LOVER â male version||female version
COMPLETELY protective over you ever since childhood. He literally fought a kid back then because they didnât like that you were a âgirlâ playing boy games with them. You were sensitive back then, so of course you cried to mattheo about it. And mattheo did something about it. He punched the kid and stole their teddy bear to give it to you.
He asks you about girl things so he can flirt and treat a girl better. You could be literally reading a romance book, and he wants to learn too. Please teach him or else heâs gonna whine about losing another girl.
âSooooo what does a girl like for a guy like me to tap that assâŚcause I got a girl on my roster..â mattheo says sliding by you in the library table you sat in. You were literally getting to the good part of where the two main characters were gonna kiss. âWhy are you asking me these questions riddleâŚâ you say with venom in your tone towards his last name. Mattheo frowned. âActually my name from you is Matty, Matt, and matty bear. So pleaseââ
ââPlease kill yourself and never let your soul rest after.â You say getting up from the library table and walking away. Mattheoâs jaw drop as he followed you offended. He never interrupted your reading time ever.
When your period comesâŚheâs asking you âwhat the fuck that isâ and âwhy is it hurting youâ with a frown. Heâs thinking he can solve it like any other with a wave of his wandâŚbut itâs more complicated when you explained how your uterus is shredding itself and thatâs all you can get out before mattheo started to gag and leave your dorm room like the overdramatic king he is.
He still loves you dearly so he got you tea and some materials you need for the rest of your week.
Sometimes when you two have a sleepover, which is just either of you two sneaking into the girls dorms or the boys. You two gossip like little girls ready to rip someoneâs heart out.
Mattheo is 50/50 on you doing makeup on him. But if you really plead and want to do it. Heâs gonna let you. He canât say no to you sadly.
A guy had broken your heart once, so he broke his face inâŚand broke his dick. Donât ask.
Couple of girls hated how close you were to Mattheo. Heâs a handsome guy, so of course people may spread rumors around. And Mattheo doesnât really like that, heâs going to the girl and showering her how equal rights have hands.
If you two ever argue, it leads to Mattheo apologizing first. Heâs a sucker for you, he doesnât know why. He just doesnât want you to be mad at him.
Itâs even worst when you talk to anyone else than him.
When you fully ignore him, no texting, no calling, not even talking to you in public and being by you makes him go insane. Heâs smoking in the courtyard. Jaw tightened as he eyes you across. He can tell that you know he is staring. He can tell you know indeed when you shift a lot.
The way you feel his burning gaze on you, it made you feel warm. You always loved mattheo, but with him always âgoing afterâ girlsâŚyou just thought that maybe he wouldnât love you back.
Jealousy is something mattheo has built into him. He doesnât know why, so when a ravenclaw student tried to ask you out. He couldnât stand it. He had to take you away. He couldnât bare to lose you. He ushered you away from the student, taking you to an empty classroom. He couldnât handle not being near you, he hated it the most. You are his other part.
He hates it.
âI donât know who that guy was. But youâre mine. Okay? Youâre mine, you always have been even if we both didnât recognize it. Shit, I know Iâm dumb to think to just push my feelings away from you. But I canât help but love how you are so amazingâŚâ he says slowly at the end. Kissing your head and closing his eyes. You smile slowly. Your heart swell with warmth, taking a deep breath in as you wrapped your arms around him too. You loved him just like how he loves you. He loves you as if you were the made the creation of his favorite food. He loved you like making new potions. He loved you like music to his ears.
He always has been a gentleman before you two dated. He made sure he opened doors for you. He made sure you were comfortable with things. He would even sacrifice his cloaks if you were cold.
Heâs like a puppy in love as he just lights up seeing you.
He loves his girl very much. You are the prettiest thing he could ever ask and give for.
#female reader#fem! reader#mtf! reader#mattheo riddle#mattheo#mattheo riddle x reader#mattheo x you#mattheo fluff#mattheo x y/n#mattheoxreader#mattheo riddle x fem!reader#childhood friend troupe#childhood friends#Harry potter x reader#harry potter x fem!reader#mtf reader#slytherin boys#slytherin#slytherin boys headcanons#slytherin boys imagine#slytherin boys react#slytherin boys x reader#slytherin boys x you#slytherin x reader#fluff
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Sea Cryptic! Danny- pt. 10
[Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.3] [Pt.4] [Pt.5] [Pt.6] [Pt.7] [Pt.8] [Pt.9]
âThis you?â
Danny glanced at the stone tablet in Spoilerâs hands and groaned, Phantom form flickering with embarrassment as his face got even more neon green. It was indeed him.
ââ
The first Atlantean and Ghost King encounter went something like this:
Imagine Danny, sleep deprived. Easy enough. Now, imagine Danny, trying to corral a ghost that had a penchant for sea life.
âAlabastor, I swear to Ancients, if you donât get back here, Iâm gonna make you into ghost sea-food boil!â Danny yelled as he chased Alabastor through the ghost zone. The crustacean shaped ghost cackled, skittering along the Zone.
"Make me, Phantom! You have not seen the might of the sea!"
"That's it, soup-time, crabby!"
Danny dove after Alabastor, chasing him face first into a temporal portal and right into the sea.
"BEHOLD!" Alabastor rumbled, claws raised and sea churning around him. Danny flew at him, noticing the screaming people below. He quickly raised a dome of clear ice to protect their entire city before returning his attention back to the giant crustacean. The distraction cost him, as Alabastor blasted him with a beam of his power. "THE MIGHT OF THE SEA!"
"SOUP!" Danny bellowed back, Alabastor's power forcing him into a giant crab form, aside from, hilariously, his head. Danny, always quick to adapt, slammed a massive claw straight into one of Alabastor's eyes and popped open the Fenton Thermos with a feral grin. In but moments, Danny manages to soup Alabastor but not before slamming him down onto the unbreakable ice Danny had just made.
Carefully turning by skittering sideways, he unmelted his ice.
"Sorry about that," he said sheepishly to the gawking civilians below.
"Suh-ree? What is suh-ree?" A brave woman asked.
"Oh," Danny uttered as he realized that he should probably switch languages. His giant crab body and small itty bitty human head swayed in an unsure motion. "Sorry means "my apologies." I had not meant to involve you. I am Phantom."
"It is alright... thank you for protecting us... God Phantom?"
He grimaced. "Not a god."
"King, then." She stepped forward. "May I ask of the ice?"
ââ
Spoiler, sensing weakness like the Riddler to a riddle, leaned in. "Did you know they have a traditional dance to honor the god that gave them the unbreakable ice that protects Atlantis to this day? It goes like this," Spoiler stepped back and did the dance, complete with exaggerated arm movements and, embarrassingly, the scuttle walk Crab!Danny was forced to learn with his new crab form.
"We shall never speak of this again," Danny huffed.
"But King Phantom, the God of Eternal Ice and Protection, how could we not celebrate your iciness?" Spoiler simpered, Black Bat not too far away and shaking with laughter. The purple donning vigilante did the scuttle dance once more, picking up bottles as she went a small circle around one of Bludhaven's rock beaches.
Danny scowled and plucked the tablet away from her, hair flowing an a more agitated direction. His jumpsuit burned brighter. "Why are you two menaces in Bludhaven? I thought your territory was in Gotham."
"Nightwing asked for back up and we were in the area." Spoiler, blessedly, stopped the walk to answer him. "By the way, are you and Danny dating?"
"Pardon?" He asked, insulted but highly amused.
"Oh, you know, he has your number, and you only ever talk to him outside of us, and how you guys have a high level of communication." Spoiler said leadingly.
Oh, Danny knew what this was about now. He found out their identities and now these two are interrogating him because he liked them best. They thought they were so clever. Well, they clearly haven't gotten to know Danny at all if they thought he was going to make good decisions.
Danny tilted his head, making sure his face gets as eerie as possible, shadows elongating and eyes burning just that much brighter. The neon green of his face shone even brighter against the suddenly dark landscape of the place. Black Bat stood up, laughter seizing immediately. Spoiler tensed.
"I have a riddle for you. You are good at those, are you not?"
Spoiler blinked but gamely said, "Bring it."
"What do these things have in common? An arguing couple, papers on a stranger's desk, and Star City's robbers."
"..." Spoiler slipped into her solving mode. "Stolen goods. Stolen hearts?" She guessed.
"No. The answer is that they're all none of your business," Danny snarled. His form flickered. "Keep your questing away from Danny- Daniel, vigilante. Your duty is to protect your city and help her," Danny swept an arm out. "Stick to that instead of inserting yourself into places you are not wanted."
Then, with a toss of an ecto-crossed recorder that held the verbal report he'd promised Nightwing towards Black Bat, Danny blinked out of the visible spectrum and flew above the two.
"... Shit, I think I pissed him off."
Black Bat nodded. "He was defensive."
"Yeah... did you hear that slip? Oh, they are so dating."
Danny grinned. He couldn't wait for Tim to interrogate him soon.
ââ
"You're kidding."
Danny shook his head, maniacal grin still on his face hours later. He'd taken the liberty to call his best friends before classes started for the day.
Tucker groaned. "Danny, I can't believe you're messing with Batman. Why are you like this."
"Look, I need your help."
"Oh no, keep me out of your dumbass plans, Fenton," Sam pointed at him through the screen, immaculately painted black nails threatening.
"Okay, if you go along with my plan, I'll give you Dr. Isley's number."
"Deal," Sam said immediately, changing her tune at a drop of a hat. Or, at a drop of a number.
"What about me?" Tucker asked, offended. "I deserve compensation for my work too, dammit!"
"I'll give you Tim Drake's number and persuade him to let you have a crack at Wayne Industry's tech basement."
"Deal, what are we doing?"
Danny's grin spread even wider. "We're dating. And, you two? You're Phantom's exes. Tucker, you say good stuff about me. Sam? You make up terrible things about me. But we're all dating each other and I'm dating Phantom on the side."
"I hate you," Sam deadpanned. "But fine, it's not that hard. I've got tons of embarrassing stories about Phantom. You better get me that number, Danny, because you know Dr. Isley was my gay awakening."
"For Tim Drake, I'd be willing to puff up your ego." Tucker said solemnly.
"Perfect. I'm cleaning his brother of ectoplasm today. so expect a call later! Love you guys!"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever, boyfriend." Sam clicked off the call.
"Think Tim Drake would be interested in a date?" Tucker asked Danny.
"Nah, I think he's got his heart on Benard."
"Damn," Tucker sighed. "Guess I'll have to mend my broken heart with the tools of a state-of-the-art lab, right, Danny?"
"Yep, see ya!" Danny hung up. Today was going to be a good day.
#batman#danny phantom#dcxdp#dpxdc#sea cryptid danny phantom#danny: am i dating myself idk#the bats are good at conclusions#they tend to be right#so when they're wrong they're *wrong*#sea cryptic! danny au
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â ACTIONS OVER WORDS
hq -- tsukishima kei x gn!reader
summary: tsukishima kei doesn't know how to say he's sorry. so instead, he tries apologizing in a different way.
warnings: a bittt angsty but fluff in the end, brief food mentions, tsukki calls reader overbearing, nothing too much :)
word count: 768
there he was, sitting on the couch with his head lolled on the headrest. what had started as a small disagreement between the two of you became a heated argument, which resulted in tsukishima calling you overbearing.
in your defense, you were just reminding your boyfriend to eat his meals everyday. this was the third time this week that you had reminded him, but something about today really ticked him off.
after tsukishima had gotten the last word in, he caught a glimpse of your face before you headed off into your shared bedroom. it was clear that you were upset with him, and you had every right to be. you weren't being overbearing at all. you were just being the kind person that he fell in love with. the person who looked out for everyone that they loved.
tsukishima looked at his phone. 6:43pm. heâs been sitting on the couch for a good 15 minutes trying to think of something to say to you. he wanted to say something sincere, something that would be genuine, but no matter how hard he thought, no matter how long he sat and waited for something to come to him, nothing was coming to mind.
thatâs when tsukishima thought of a different tactic.
he had gone online and searched up your favorite take out place, ordering something for the both of you. once the food had arrived, tsukishima finally built up the courage to knock on the bedroom door. when he was met with silence, his hand hovered over the doorknob for a second, ultimately coming to the decision to walk in.
âoi y/n, i- uh.. i ordered takeout for us, if you're hungry," tsukishima stammered, feeling the weight of his words from earlier still heavy on his shoulders. he hesitated for a moment, unsure if you would even want to see him.
inside the dimly lit bedroom, you were seated on the edge of the bed, your back turned towards him. you had been replaying the argument in your mind, questioning whether you were indeed being too pushy. your thoughts were interrupted by his voice, and despite feeling hurt, you couldn't deny the rumbling in your stomach at the mention of food.
you turned slightly to look at him, noticing the takeout bags in his hands. the gesture made your heart melt. tsukishima cleared his throat nervously, taking a small step closer. "i... i know i was out of line earlier. you were just looking out for me," he began, his voice low. "i appreciate that, really. i'm sorry for calling you overbearing."
you remained silent, your gaze fixed on the floor as you processed his words. tsukishima shifted uncomfortably at the doorframe. "can we... can we talk about this?" he asked tentatively, taking another small step forward. "or at least, can we eat together?"
you glanced up at him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. despite the hurt feelings, you knew that tsukishima wasn't one to apologize easily. the fact that he had ordered your favorite food showed that he was trying, in his own way, to make amends.
finally, you nodded silently, gesturing towards the bed. tsukishima exhaled quietly in relief, setting the takeout containers down on the bedside table before joining you. for a while, neither of you spoke as you ate, the quietness was comfortable.
after a few minutes, tsukishima broke the silence cautiously. "i mean it, y/n. i shouldn't have said those things. i know you care about me, and i... i care about you too." his voice was hesitant, but genuine.
you looked at him then, meeting his gaze. "i know," you replied softly, your tone was enough for tsukishima to know you were forgiving him. "i just... sometimes i worry, you know?"
he nodded, his expression serious. "i get that. and i promise i'll try to be more mindful. you deserve that."
with those words, all the tension leaves the air. the conversation flowed more easily from there, the both of you gradually finding common ground and understanding. by the time you finished eating, a sense of comfort hung in the air.
as tsukishima gathered up the empty containers, you reached out to touch his arm lightly. "thank you, kei,â you said sincerely, meeting his eyes once more. "for trying."
he smiled faintly, a hint of relief in his expression. "thank you for not giving up on me," he replied, his voice soft.
and with that, the evening unfolded into a quiet understanding between the two of you, strengthening the bond that had drawn you together in the first place.
a/n: this oneâs a little messyđ
#tsukishima x reader#tsukishima kei#haikyu fluff#haikyuu fluff#haikyuu#haikyuu x reader#kei tsukishima#tsukishima angst#haikyuu angst#hq x reader#hq tsukishima#haikyuu tsukki#hq angst#tsukishima fluff
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photo booth kisses - jude bellingham x reader.
quick sum: sharing a cheesy kiss with your boyfriend who canât hide his shy face away from you.
psa đŁď¸: a little birthday gift from me to you đ¤đ¤
âsit here,â said jude tapping his lap as you closed the red curtain from the booth. you sat on his lap your legs resting by his right side and wrapping an arm behind his shoulders. âiâll pay!â you quickly say pulling out your card and doing so before jude.
the whole date he refused to let you pay. the food, the arcade, the gifts you won at the end. while you loved the idea of being spoiled you wanted to do something for him, well the both of you to remember the date. you had made a memory box together, which held concert tickets, small flowers he picked for you, polaroids, and other reminders from old dates.
âwhy did you do that?â jude frowned pulling you closer to him resting his head on top of your shoulder. âbecause i wanted to,â you mocked him, knowing this would make him rage inside like how you felt when he said to you. âhow many did you pay for?â he asked adjusting himself and you so you fit better in the frame.
âthree, one for me and one for you! and then the other can go on the fridge or my vanity,â you explained smiling like an idiot as you looked up and saw jude in the frame, cheesing harder and wanting to press kisses all over his face. âiâm putting ours in my locker. my good luck anytime i play,â jude replied kissing your shoulder as you fixed the setting and picked out a cute xoxo frames for the pictures.
âor maybe cut it in half and place it in my wallet to carry you around with me all day,â he said making you pout with joy. âyouâre so cute baby,â you tell him seeing judeâs face flush in shyness, his lips in a upside down smile and face begging to be tucked into your neck. âokay get ready! these have to be perfect!â you say clapping your hands excitedly.
three. two. one.
you pose cheesing and smiling hard together, two ducks in a lake happier and more in love then ever. your face beamed with a glow that only appeared when you were with him, not to say the least with jude, his brown eyes shimmering with adoration and love towards you.
three. two. one.
the two of you did a silly face. jude posing like roadman while you stuck up a peace and sticker your tongue out. you laughed it off brushing away how silly jude indeed looked while posing. you had not noticed that it automatically took a picture of you two laughing catched off guard. which made you want to squeal at how perfect it looked.
three. two. one.
you brushed your hand against judeâs jaw, bring his face close to yours and brushed your lips together. the kiss so soft and delicate it made you want more. jude sighed in pleasure, his eyes fluttering as his hands tugged your waist, his thumb rubbing shapes against your skin. you deepen the kiss, judeâs tongue brushing against yours, he tasted like candy, so sweet and tasty.
you both pulled away at the same time, you bit your bottom lip as jude hid the tiny shy smirk in your neck. just like in the movies and tv shows you had seen growing up as a teen, but now you finally experienced it with your handsome boyfriend. who also couldnât stop cheesing at the kiss and you.
oh he was a madly in love with you. jude was never afraid of anything, but after meeting you, he was so afraid to lose you, so used to you now in his life. you were his lucky charm and the perfect person to be sent at the most perfect time for him. like a photograph taken at the most perfect time and place. a gorgeous flower grown and standing tall between roots and roots of short and dull grass.
âwhy are you hiding from me?â you teased jude who rested his head still on your shoulder. âbecause i get shy,â jude admitted with pursed lips. âbecause when you look at me⌠all i feel is this?â he took your hand and placed it over his heart. âi love you y/nâŚâ he pecked your lips again, hearing you murmur and i love you back and feel you smiling.
âoh hey wait! they gave us four in total!â
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slip up â gojo satoru x f!reader
satoru is a good dad, a great one even, but every great dad has a great slip up.
your husbandâs happened when he was preparing a dinner surprise for you. he had his little missy help him out through the process, and everything was going according to plan until the batch of fresh cookie batter fell from his hands.
âoh fuck!â he had said, in panic, and scrambled to sweep them off the floor.
his little girl was standing there the whole time, staring at her papa. he quickly looks at her, âdonât say what papa said, okay? itâs a bad word.â
she frowned lightly, âthen why did you say it, papa?â
âbecauseâ,â he took a deep breath, âpapa made a mistake, but you have to be better than papa, please?â
your husband was worried the little devil wouldnât let it slide and would hold it against him like she did with many other things; fortunately for him, though, she simply narrowed her eyes at him then quickly smiled with a nod, âokay!â
with a grin, he pulled her into his arms, âthatâs papaâs girl!â
and so it was put behind them, never to be talked about. unbeknownst to your husband, however, the little girl has been practicing the word before she slept, muttering small little âfuckâs over and over again.
it was simple knowledge, only to be used in the far future, but how far?
anyway.
you guys are now on a family grocery trip, and your little daughter is more than ecstatic. she is running through the aisles, pointing and gaping at every product she seesâwith occasional ewâs over others.
it was a fun time, but you had to actually get some of the necessities.
so you and satoru agreed to split up to make the search faster, and thatâs why he and his little girl are roaming the store together.
d/n is seated comfortably in the cart as satoru pushes it, âokay, so mama said we need chicken strip, nuggets, milk, and butterâ"
"yum!"
"âand frozen vegetables and peas.â
âew.â
satoru nods, "ew, indeed," before planting a kiss on her cheek. "you really are my daughter!"
âyay!â she giggles, and politely asks to be picked up. the dramatic girl squeals until her feet touch the ground, and she bolts into the section of the frozen food. she points up, excited, âpapa, there!â
your husband grins, âthatâs right, smart girl!â he pats her head, and reaches for two bags of frozen vegetables, but, unfortunately, one slips out of his hand, âoh godââ
he bends down to pick it up, but he notices his daughter frowning at him, âwhatâs up, d/n?â
âpapa, what the fuck.â
satoruâs eyes widen instantly as he gently holds her by the shoulders, âd-d/n, donât say that,â he sweat-drops, âmama will get madââ
âmad at what?â you smile at your family, finally back with your share of groceries.
your husband nervously chuckles, picking your little girl up and rocking her gently in his arms, âoh nothing! she was just playing with the bags, right, sweetie?â
d/n points at the bag on the ground, âpapa dropped the fucking peas.â
the smile on your face tightens, âhe did; didnât he?â you step closer, and your husband freezes in place. you look sweetly at your daughter, âd/n, where did you hear that word?â
she tilted her head lightly, âwhich one?â
youâre gripping your husbandâs hand tightly, preventing him from escaping. he will be facing your wrath today whether he likes it not. you hum, applying more pressure on his fingers and responding to your daughter, âthe one that starts with the letter f, honey.â
she beams, âoh! I heard papa say it before!â
âreally now?â your grip tightens and satoru swears that might pee himself right then and there. he also is fighting the need to scream. so you, for a moment, divert your attention to glare at him so he can compose himself.
and everyone knows that gojo satoru is a man weak, very weak, when it comes to his wife.
you look back at your daughter, âbut seriously, donât say that word again; itâs a bad word,â you pat her head, âgood big girls donât say bad words, right?â
she looks down at her feet and fidgets with her fingers, âyeahâŚbut papa is big too!â
you pull your husband beside you, hand sliding around his waist, gripping him tightly, âpapa can be a bad boy sometimes, but you are a good big girl,â you smile, âso you can do much better!â
you let go of your husband to hug your daughter, âpromise me you wonât say it,â you stick your pinky finger out, and your daughter happily seals the deal.
âI promise, mama!â
"good girl; now, can you go to that nice lady and ask her where the tissues are?" you say as you plant a kiss on her cheek.
your little girl salutes you and immediately runs towards the woman, leaving you to deal with your other baby. you stand up to look at satoru. he takes a breath, âbabe, you seeââ
âyou better pick your words correctly, âtoru.â
he deflates and dejectedly wraps his arms around you, âI am sorry,â he grumbles, âI did tell her that it was a bad word though! I promise!â
you sigh and cup his face, âI know, I know, but you have to control your vocab around her as much as possible,â you turn your head to the cart full of a variety of candy. you frown, âwhy the fuck did you get so much candy, though? you know she would try to eat them all dayââ
you hear a tiny gasp, âmama said a bad word!â
then you hear your husband using a high-pitched voice to mock you, ââ but you have to control your vocab around her as much as possibleâ.â
you stare at the both of them, before smiling, âboth of you are grounded.â
âwhat?!â
satoru pouts, âyou canât ground me! I am your husband!â
âgrounded,â you repeat, emphasizing each syllable.
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House Calls.
Professor!Terrence x Aaliyah
Summary: Aaliyah has an elusive charm that can be alluring to some and frustrating to others. Professor Terry is compelled to have her. On one fateful evening at his college buddies bachelor party, he runs into Aaliyah. An interaction he hadnât imagined would ever happen.
Warnings: SMUT, 18+ CONTENT, based off of Players Club, Nasty Talk, Professor!Student.
Part Two
The calming effects of the incense burning within his Acadianâstyle home in Baton Raq. Lauryn Hill playing from a vinyl record was enough to ease his mind after grading over thirty midterm papers. Terry shut his laptop and released a soft sigh. He reached up with his long fingers, taking off his glasses. The burning at the corners of his blue-grey eyes caused him to rub. He was exhausted and in need of a long vacation somewhere tropical after this semester ended.
He pushed away from his elegant, black oak wood desk to stand, stretching his long legs and flexing his quads. Terry wore a boxyâfit graphic T-shirt with a photo of Nina Simone printed on the front and thighâhugging drawstring, black shorts. His feet covered in long, black Adidas socks led him towards the door to his home office. He would have stepped on the tail of his British Brown Shorthair cat if he hadnât spotted him creeping between his legs as he walked.
âOrion, watch outâŚâ
The cat slowly moved away, staring up at Terry with its golden eyes.
His stomach grumbled. Terry remembered that heâd had leftover red beans and rice. He walked into his spacious kitchen, opening a cabinet to grab a soup bowl and then he strolled over to his silverware drawer, grabbing a large spoon. ExâFactor faded in the background while he scooped the last of the food into his bowl. He paused, snapping his fingers in remembrance of the honey butter cornbread heâd made to eat with it.
After warming his food, Terry didnât bother sitting in his dining room. He leaned over the counter and tucked into his food, appreciative sounds between bites mixed with his spoon scraping the side of the bowl the only noise. His tongue slipped out to catch a few crumbs from his lips after scarfing down the last of his cornbread. Terry shook his head and rubbed his belly as he cleared his mess.
âDamn good,â He muttered while walking towards his sink.
He accepted the burn of his muscles from his morning workout while crouching down to grab some surface disinfectant from beneath his sink. That let him know he went hard in the gym. His tongue smoothed over his teeth to get rid of food while he used a Bounty paper towel to clean. His eyes flicked to the window in his kitchen when heâd heard loud voices passing by his home.
The Apple Watch on his wrist with a stainless steel band alerted Terry to a phone call. He headed back to his office and reached over his desk to grab it from the charger.
âWassam Bitch!â
Terry released a boisterous, deep laugh. All his teeth showing.
âCousin! You good?â Terry replied.
âChillinâ fam. Just left Unc houseâŚâ
âHe straight?â
âYou know how he do. Was in the garden witâ his woman picking tomatoes and shit. I had to break it to âem that he ainât invited tonight. HE CANâT COME!â
âMike, donât do Unc like thatâŚhe wanna be there to support his son.â
âNo old heads, TJ. We discussed this. I donât want him getting a heart attack seeing all that buku ass clapping.â
Terry snickered with his phone to his ear as he made his way into his living room. He wanted to break in his new furniture.
âLayla snoopinâ âround the house. She heard about the strippersâŚâ
âThought you said she was cool about it?â
âShe is. But ya knowâŚâ
Terry made a face on the other end of the line. He knew how his cousin could get. Tonight is indeed about fun, but if Mike messed up, Layla wouldnât take him back a second time. Out of all the men attending, Terry is the most levelheaded. Majority of the men in his family and Mikeâs friends were a bunch of crazy motherfuckers. He already knows how tonight is gonna turn out.
âNo fuckinâ up, Cousin.â Terry stated.
âAlready, Marine.â Mike joked.
ââ
She did a slow twoâstep with a roll of her hips in a sinuous manner to the late, great Aaliyah â she was honored to share her name â and Tank.
Can I come over? (Can I)
Come over (Stop by)
Come over (To see you)
Come over (Tonight?)
Can I come over? (Can I)
Come over (Get with you?)
Come over (I just wanna)
Come over (Be with you, baby)
Can I come over? (Can I)
Come over (Stop by)
Come over (To see you)
Come over (Tonight?)
Can I come over? (Can I)
Come over (Get with you?)
Come over (Just wanna)
Yeah (Be with you, baby)âŚ
Bonnet on her head, a tank top thatâs way too cropped and showing off underâboob with skimpy hot pink boy shorts covered her curvy frame. Aaliyah had just finished making her bed, freshly laundered sheets feeling cozy beneath her hands as she spread out the wrinkles. The next song on her Slow Jamz playlist was CiaraâPromise. Aaliyah tapped the side of her mouth in thought while staring at the neatly stacked money on her side table. She didnât feel like digging for her mini safe tucked in the back of her closet, but she needed to put the money somewhere safe.
She made almost three grand. Aaliyah really enjoyed herself a week ago at the Fire Station. She craved that attention and excitement. Doing content from home was great, but to show out in person? OhâŚit stroked her so good. She was so damn ecstatic that she came home and rubbed one out with her fingers deep in her pussy. Making a man react the way he does to her literal being just ignited something in her.
Aaliyah placed the money in her safe and organized her closet. After that, she grabbed herself a bowl of green grapes and crawled into bed. She popped a grape into her mouth while watching reâruns of PâValley on mute, eyes reading the subtitles. She already knew what was going on, just something to distract her. She rocked her body in bed to Donell JonesâThis Luv, lip syncing and snapping her fingers.
She wondered what Professor Richmond was up toâŚ
Aaliyah kissed her teeth at her lingering thoughts. This week was filled with tension. She walked into that classroom on Wednesday, hauling her school bag and a pep in her step. She dressed in skater jeans and a tight Ed Hardy T-shirt with a gray hoodie unzipped.
âToday class, weâll discuss moralityâŚâ
He had a tiny sculpture of Aristotle in his hand, long, manicured fingers grasping it firm. Today, he wore a perfectly fitting, short sleeve, mock neck black shirt with charcoal grey slacks and black loafers. The glasses on his face reflected the light perfectly whenever he moved his head. It was something about his eyes today that justâŚdrew Aaliyah in. They seemed brighter.
She propped her elbow on her desk and rested her chin in her hand. That foot started to bounce beneath her desk, and when his eyes met hers, she had to turn away to simmer down the butterflies. Something embarrassing happened in the middle of his lecture. She forgot to turn her ringer off, the lyrics to P*$$Y Fairy playing.
Don't be surprised, baby, it's just me (Just me)
Don't be surprised, boy, when I bust it wide
I hypnotize you with this pussy (Pussy)
Now you feel like you can flyâ
âSorry! SorryâŚâ
Aaliyah silenced her phone and with a sheepish smile she allowed her eyes to roam the class, catching on to a few snickers. She felt heat creeping over her honey skin. Aaliyah bashfully tucked hair behind her ear, and then her sultry gaze connected with Professor Richmondâs.
He had one brow quirked up and his eyes were unblinking and concentrated on her firm. He was the first to slowly pull his eyes away before clearing his throat to finish speaking. That look in his eyesâŚ
After class, Aaliyah approached his desk to drop off an in class assignment. She left her hoodie at her desk. Terry was standing there, propping himself up against his desk with his fingertips. He allowed his eyes to scan her body. She paid attention to the way his piercing eyes fixated on the exposed skin of her midriff. A quick circular motion of his eyes on her breasts caused her to part her lips, the tip of her tongue between her teeth.
âHere?â Aaliyah pointed to the pile of untidy papers.
âYes.â Terry replied with a slower tone.
She slipped it there, patting the top of it. Terry clenched his jaw, his eyes returning to his laptop.
âHave a good dayâŚâ
He couldnât stop himself from standing at his full height. He exhaled a long breath, his eyes trapping her.
âYes, Maâam. You as well.â
Aaliyah gave him one final once over, her eyes doing a double take to the veins in his armsâŚ
DamnâŚ
She walked away, the silence in the lecture hall unnerving. Terry crossed his arms in front of him and rocked back and forth on his heels. He lowered his head and shook it from side to side with a smirk. Aaliyah made her way out of the room, itching to look back and wave, but instead she looked back and gave him one final word.
âSorry about my ringtoneâŚI know it was inappropriateâŚâ
Terry licked his lips, âDonât even remember the lyrics.â
They chuckled, Aaliyah finally leaving the class.
ââ
Stickin' to the code, all these hoes for the streets
I put it in her nose, it's gon' make her pussy leak
Pussy niggas told, ain't gon' wake up out they sleep
You can't hear that switch, but you can hear them niggas screamâŚ
That imposing beat had the house jumping off. Like That lyrics bounced off the walls, hyping up the room full of men that came out to support Mike.
Got your girl in this bitch, she twirlin' on the dick (he was once a thug, he was, he -)
(He was once a thug, he was, he -)
I got syrup in this bitch, turn up in this bitch (he was once a thug, he was, he -)
And it's 'bout the 'Ercs in this bitch, get murked in this bitch (he was once a thug, he was, he -)âŚ
Terry wore an oversized tank top in beige with the sides cut low, giving you a peek at the muscles in his biceps and obliques. He gave himself a fresh line up and moisturized his low curls. Straight fit, light wash jeans hugged his lower half and he wore a pair of crisp, All Whiteâs. Terry bopped his head precisely to the heavy bass, green solo cup in his hand between his lips. The gold Cuban link hanging from his neck matched the gold Cuban chain on his left wrist and the gold band of his Apple Watch on his right wrist.
The front door opened, more handsome black men pouring in and greeting everyone. Terry saluted the ones he recognized and shook hands firmly with those he didnât. Terry knew the lyrics to Kendrickâs verse word for word. When the âBig Threeâ line came up, everyone chimed in. Smile on his face, Terry headed towards the kitchen to fill his cup and mingle with some family he hadnât seen in a while. He couldnât believe his little cousins were old enough now to attend functions like this.
âThis nigga freaked out already!â
One of Terryâs little cousins, Malik, who just turned 21 sucked his teeth at everyone laughing. Terry did notice the way he kept checking the door for the strippers every time it opened.
âThey ainât here yet, nigga!â
Mike entered the kitchen with enthusiasm and shades on. Terry caught the smell of weed on him when he approached his side. Terry picked up his trucker hat to clear some space from the kitchen island for more liquor bottles. A big ass bottle of Hennessy caught Terryâs eye. He was currently sipping on jungle juice.
âGot that shit that turn you into a beast, TJ. Real King Kong shit!â Mike shouted over the loud music.
âI see you came through,â Terry held the neck of the Hennessy bottle firm, veins in his arms popping out.
âWe about to see TJ in rare form tonight!â
Terry shook his head at the men surrounding him all agreeing. He refused to let it get to him. He wasnât the same tall, lanky kid from Red Stick. Wasnât the same teenager who got picked on in the schoolyard for being too quiet or too nerdy. He was a grown ass man with intellect and vocabulary beyond the slang words and a muscle strength so powerful he could take down an entire room full of wannabe gangstas. But, he didnât wear that on his sleeve. He remained stoic with his strong and silent presence. Tonight, however, heâd let himself enjoy what was to come. He had his money ready. He just hoped they were deserving of it.
He was a hard man to impress.
âMake yourself a stronger drink, Cousin. We got all nightâŚ.â
Terry was more of a bourbon guy. But there wasnât any around and he refused to bring his good shit for everybody to help themselves to. He poured Hennessy into his cup and took a sip. It was cool.
He sauntered towards the spread of party food they had catered. The smells made his mouth water. He grabbed himself a plate and piled fried chicken, smoked turkey greens, gator bites, mac and cheese, and whatever else he could fit. Today was his cheat day.
Terry ate his food while standing, catching bits and pieces of conversation here and there. On one end of the room, a group of men, most likely Mikeâs friends, were laughing at whatever was on one of their phones. Across from him in the kitchen, thereâs a debate about which theyâd prefer: no ass and big titties or a big ass and no titties. Terry snorted. Childish behavior.
Tha Biz-, the Bizness
Uh, I like a long-haired, thick redbone
Open up her legs, then filet mignon that pussy
I'ma get in and on that pussy
If she let me in, I'ma own that pussyâŚ
Terry didnât care much for the mac and cheese. Too dry and not enough flavor. Every thing else was delicious. He tossed his plate and excused himself to the bathroom. He climbed the stairs to the guest bathroom instead of the basement because he was informed that the basement was reserved for the ladies who plan to entertain them tonight.
He relieved himself and flushed before washing his hands. He checked himself in the mirror making sure he hadnât stained his new shirt.
âLadies Ladies Ladies!â
Terry could overhear the commotion downstairs.
âThe basement is all yoursâŚhey, Keisha, lookinâ goodâŚnice to meet youâŚdonât worry, the groom ainât here right now he went out backâŚâ
That sounded like Mikeâs best man and bestfriend, Cliff.
âTake your time ladiesâŚdonât rush the processâŚwe wonât complain TRUST MEâŚâ
Terry left the bathroom and walked down the stairs at the same moment they closed the basement door behind them. His eyes that appeared blueâgreen in the dim light scanned the room, taking in the eager and impatient looks on the faces of men ready to throw cash.
âFuck you mean they gotta get ready? Type of shit is this here?â One dude complained.
âThey work at Crazy Horse, Bruda, you know how them dancers are.â
âBusted and dusted,â Another replied with a drunk cackle.
Terry held up the wall, cup in hand, tripping off of the conversation.
âKiesha thick ass can get this anytime, anywhereâŚbut that one that walked in last? ManâŚâ
The man that spoke, short in height with a bald fade and teeth lined with gold caught Terryâs eyes and shook his head as he blew air out his cheeks. Terry smirked into his cup.
âShe the truth. I wanna see what she doâŚâ
âShe one a âdem pretty natural onesâŚrare.â
That interested Terry. He paid closer attention.
âProbably taste like sugar.â
âImâa put my tongue in it!â
Cliff cracked the door to the basement. He stuck his head between the opening and shouted down the steps. Terry could hear him communicating with one of the dancers. He shut the door quickly and motioned for his friend to pause the music.
âIâm a grab Mike. Itâs about to go down.â
He did the Birdman hand rub as he rushed away to collect the groom. The room started to flood with the others, all too anxious to get a glimpse and participate in the fun. Terry pat his back pocket, feeling the folded stack of cash heâd brought. He had more tucked away in his wallet just in case. Mike entered the room crossâfaded. He moved with unsteady legs and a bottle in hand, the contents almost spilling onto the carpet.
Terry grabbed the bottle and sat it down on a table.
âAIGHT! ITS ABOUT TO JUMP OFF YAâLL READY?!!!â
Someone activated the strobe lights and the room flooded with ultraviolet light. The melanin in the room looked a deep blue beneath the black lights. Terry knocked the rest of his drink back and sat his cup down next to the Hennessy bottle Mike was holding. From the corner of his eye, he could see someone carrying a chair out from the dining room. They forced Mike to sit, Terry laughing at his cousinâs goofy smile.
Ear Drummers
Strippers
Mike WiLL Made-It
Bands a make her dance
Bands a make her danceâŚ
The door opened and Terry locked his eyes forward, cupping his mouth and howling along with the others.
ââ
Aaliyah couldnât control her indecisive habits if she tried. Sheâd spent majority of her day into the early afternoon cleaning and now her room looked like a disaster. It was nearing eight and she still couldnât decide what to wear! Keisha was gonna kill her assâŚ
Aaliyah flipped through her clear tote filled with old outfits from her stripper days. She was about to give up and settle for a neon green fishnet set until she spotted a bright pink holster top with matching bottoms. There were hot pink fishnets with the back cut out for her ass that she could pair with it. Oh! pink pasties over the nipples would spice it up real nice. Aaliyah remembered her seven inch stiletto heels with rhinestone fringes. Perfect. She quickly grabbed it and worked as fast as she could, glancing at her phone.
So far, Keisha hadnât called her. Aaliyah slipped off her satin, black robe and flung it over the chair situated in front of her vanity. She already applied her body oil with the aroma of fresh peaches blended perfectly with a hint of the tropics creating this rich, sweet, sultry scent. Her favorite fairy dust body powder clung to her soft skin and glittered in the light like diamonds.
Aaliyah tied the last tight bow on her bottoms before sitting to slip on her heels. She decided to go with a light beat, not wanted to wear anything too heavy and end up sweating it all off. She tapped the screen of her phone and with twenty minutes left, she swooped her edges and sprayed oil sheen over her two, long braids. Her French tip fingers smoothed down as much frizz as she could to keep it neat.
Situated in front of her body length mirror, Aaliyah admired the final look. Lastly, she tugged on a white, bodycon dress with a sway of her hips.
Buzz BuzzâŚBuzz BuzzâŚ
âHello?â
âIâm outside. Diamond and Precious is in the back. You ready?â
âYeah,â Aaliyah grabbed a pair of black, thong flip flops, âheading out now.â
She ended the call and with one final sweep of her room, she turned off the lights and headed straight for the door. Stanley cup in the crease of her arm, she locked her front door. Aaliyah angled her body, descending the stairs carefully. She didnât want a repeat of what happened a year ago. She sprained her ankle so bad she couldnât dance for two months.
Kiesha rolled the window down to her Hellcat, smoke billowing out. Aaliyah rolled her eyes. She did not want weed smell lingering on her. Keisha leaned over and opened the door since Aaliyahâs hands were full. She climbed in and shut the door, Keisha not waiting a moment longer before hitting the gas hard. Aaliyah looked over at Keisha with a mug on her face while her friend laughed.
She noticed that she was the only one ready. Aaliyah looked back at Diamond and Precious. Redbone Diamond had her bubble gum pink frontal pinned up while holding a Hello Kitty compact mirror as steady as she could, drawing on her thin eyebrows. She had on a matching camouflage, short set. Aaliyah recognized that set from Fashion Nova. Her eyes moved towards Precious. Precious was a tiny girl. Petite and spunky. She had a buz cut dyed blonde. She was wearing her outfit beneath a tube dress while puffing on a fat blunt. Her eyes squinted at Aaliyah before giving her a toothy grin filled with braces.
âHow yaâll been?â Aaliyah asked.
âGood!â Diamond replied.
âStraight! How âbout you?â Precious said.
âBeen good. Dealing witâ school. Good to see yaâll. Ready for tonight?â
âCanât wait!â
âTurnt!â Diamond shouted before snapping her mirror shut, âPass that hereâŚâ
Aaliyah relaxed into her seat.
âGirl, you told me to be ready by eight. Why the fuck you ainât dressed?â
Keisha reached back, accepting the blunt while oneâhand whipping the car.
âCliffy told me we could use the basement if we needed to. I brought all the goods just in case. The coochie spray for Diamondââ
âBITCH donât get hurt!â
Aaliyah chuckled.
âYou got your LED plug?â Keisha asked Aaliyah excitedly.
Aaliyah dragged her upper teeth over her bottom lip with a mischievous smile.
âNasty bitchâŚ.lemme see it.â
Aaliyah leaned her body against the door so her meaty buns could face Keisha. She lifted her white bodycon dress over her cakes and with one hand, she spread one hefty cheek. There, buried in her ass, was the LED plug. It lit up like a pair of sketchers. Keisha giggled.
âGirrrrrlllllllllll I told Cliff about youâŚâ
Aaliyah fixed herself and straightened up in her seat.
âKeisha, donât set me up with no nigga. No more of that shit.â Aaliyah retorted.
âI didnât set you up. He remembers you from Crazy Horse. When he used to show up on TuesdaysâŚâ
âKeish, not that niggaâŚhe ugly and his breath stank. You know exactly what to do to piss me off!â
Diamond and Precious cackled in the back seat.
âHis dick big.â Keisha replied as if that would change Aaliyahâs mind.
âBitch, big dick, little dick, a dick made out of the purest gold if phat ma donât get wet and this heart donât skip a beat Iâm not finna give you my time. That shit is crazyâŚâ
âYou shake ass for an ugly nigga though.â Keisha argued back.
âTHEY PAYINâ ME! GirlâŚâ Aaliyah kissed her teeth, fixing her lash extensions because the windows are rolled down, âHow far out?â
âTen minutes.â
They rode in silence the rest of the way while blasting a bounce mix. Keishaâs Hellcat slowed to a stop in front of a cute little house with a lengthy drive way. Kiesha parked on the grass and killed the ignition. She gave the blunt one final hit before tossing it out the window. The ladies exited the car and before the went inside, Keisha had an idea for them to take some pics and video before heading in. Aaliyah acted as photographer and videographer while Diamond, Precious and Keisha did their thing.
When they finished, Keisha begged Aaliyah to do a video. Aaliyah scoped out the area and yanked her dress off, darting to stand next to a white SUV parked haphazardly on the front lawn. Keisha moved her phone in different angles, Aaliyah staring back at her with a hand on the car and her ass moving like a tidal wave.
âDamn, mamaâŚshow out!â
Diamond and Precious clapped their hands in time to Aaliyahâs twerking.
âCool it nah,â Aaliyah shooed them off before putting her dress back on, âYou see that?â
The other ladies followed her gaze through the windows of the home. They all gawked at the amount of men throughout that house.
âDayummmmmâŚwe leaving chubby tonight. Money, money, money!â Diamond said.
This was Aaliyahâs vibe. Although she had a ball at the fire station, nothing compared to a room full of black men. She grinned beautifully and squealed. They grabbed their things and Aaliyah was last to trail behind because she forgot her thong flip flops. Keisha knocked on the door boldly and it opened two seconds later.
It was Cliff.
He hugged Keisha and kissed her cheek. Cliff did the same greeting for Diamond and Precious. However. He held his hand out for Aaliyah. Her sultry eyes flicked to Keisha then back at Cliff. She accepted his hand and he guided her inside softly, his eyes scanning her body.
âLiyah AlllureâŚmmm, mmm, mmmâŚâ
âHey you,â Aaliyah titled her head in greeting with a sweet smile.
âStill just as gorgeousâŚhappy you could join us tonight.â
âHappy to be hereâŚâ
âLadies Ladies Ladies!â
Some dude with a skinny frame and a gold grill greeted them. They all said hello, ignoring the men in the room eyeâfucking them. Aaliyah could suffocate from their stares alone.
âThe basement is all yoursâŚhey, Keisha, lookinâ goodâŚnice to meet youâŚdonât worry, the groom ainât here right now he went out backâŚTake your time ladiesâŚdonât rush the processâŚwe wonât complain TRUST MEâŚâ
Aaliyah remained close behind Precious as they disappeared into the basement. The door shut behind her with a soft click. They entered the finished basement and Aaliyah excused herself to the rest room. Sheâd been drinking water all day and needed to go before doing a bunch of dancing. Keisha got dressed while Precious and Diamond helped each other out on jewelry. Aaliyah exited the bathroom in just her pink, outfit with rhinestones to match her heels.
âHow we goinâ in? One by one or?â Diamond questioned.
She was dressed in neon green. A full body fishnet outfit with black stilettos. Aaliyah was happy she decided on the ensemble she had on.
âOne by one. Iâm supposed to give the lap dance. After that, yaâll come out. Simple.â Keisha said.
The intro to Bandz A Make Her Dance started playing.
âThatâs me!â Keisha stood up. She was wearing a white cowgirl hat with a fringe bikini set to match and white stilettos. She reminded Aaliyah of Megan The Stallion with her blue hair cascading down her back.
Keisha climbed the stairs and when the door opened, howling and yelling pierced her ears. The other three ladies shared a look with each other and laughed.
âIâm a need some liquor.â Aaliyah said.
ââ
Terryâs bottom lip sat between his teeth to contain his laughter.
When the first girl entered, going by the name of Keisha, he loved her vibrant personality and spit fire attitude. Keisha had the men in that room foaming at the mouth. She sashayed over to Mike with that brazen attitude and revealing body. Ainât no way in hell she could fit that white bikini set and that was the point. Terryâs brows rose in surprise at Keisha straddling Mike. Her bountiful curves almost swallowed him while he was in that chair. Big olâ ass and fat titties. That country thick you got lost in.
Terry grunted when she turned and made that big, fucking ass clap in Mikeâs face. His thick brows knitted together and he shared a look with a friend before chuckling. Mike didnât know what do to. He kept his hands to his sides, grasping the back legs of the chair he was stuck in.
âAll that ass, Mike!â
âYou better get it in while you can!â
âSuffocate that nigga, Keisha!â
âYou good down there groom?â Keisha teased.
Money flew in the air when she plucked her top off. When them titties dropped, Terryâs large hand stuffed into his back pocket. He didnât make it rain yet, he was waiting for Keisha to do something special. The body was crazy, but whereâs the tricks?
âThrow that shit, TJ.â His friend nudged him with his elbow.
Terry ignored him.
Keisha stood up and went down to the floor in front of Mike in a split. She made those twin globes dribble and that was good enough to earn some of his cash. Terry leaned over the back of Mikeâs chair and flicked two Benjaminâs on her. He watched it connect with that ass before falling to the floor. Keisha arched forward and spread her cheeks before going into a head stand.
She shook her legs and clicked her heels before dropping into another split.
âTHERE YOU GO!â
âBaby going stupidâŚâ
âBuku assâŚâ
Terry remained close. Keishaâs eyes locked onto him and it was enough to bring her to her feet. Terry held her steady gaze, a smirk teasing his thick lips.
âYou a pretty nigga, ainât you?â Keisha walked up on him with her hands on her hips, âWhatâs your name?!â
âTJ.â Terry replied.
Keisha pushed her breasts up with her fists in his face.
âLike what you see with those green eyes. A pretty boi like you ainât used to a woman like me, huh?â
Terryâs tongue grazed his bottom lip and he locked on to the dizzying motion of her fat tits. Bringing his eyes back on her, he displayed a bill and sat it in the crease. Keisha leaned forward and grabbed the money with her teeth.
âKeep impressinâ me and thereâs more for youâŚâ
Keisha had to blink out of a trance. Terry had this unspoken power that rendered her speechless. To top it all off, that deep baritone shot straight to her clit.
âCome get this money, baby!â
Keisha pulled herself away from Terry, but not before dragging a hand down his chest. The look in her hazel eyes told him she wanted to do more than give him a lap dance.
She wanted to spin on that dick.
The door pushed open and the next girl to enter had pink hair. She was a cutie.
âIâm DiamondâŚâ
When she turned, Terry looked away.
A BBL. A bad one at that.
He folded his money back up and made his way to where he stood earlier. The other men in the room were probably so used to seeing it that it didnât even phase them. Terry watched Diamond do her thing. She hit the splits, shook that ass as best she could, but it was boring. Terry filled his cup and just vibed, laughing at the way some of the men in the room went bonkers over her. Even Mike was stuck. Mouth wide and eyes equally wide.
Next came a tiny girl that showed off acrobatic skills and flexibility. Terry had his money out again and he made it rain on her. She made that little booty shake. Keisha was making her way around, grinding and talking shit. Diamond allowed some of the men to grab ass. The three women scoped out Terry and winked at him. He played nice with Diamond and slipped her a crisp bill. With the tiny one named Precious, he tipped more.
âWhereâs Liyah?!â
Cliff scanned the room. Another girl?
âThereâs more?! Ahhh shitâŚâ
ââ
Aaliyah watched from the bottom of the stairs as Precious made her entrance. She wrung her hands and exhaled a sigh. She didnât know what to expect past those doors. Aaliyah applied more gloss and with a shaky hand, she grasped the railing and climbed. They kept the light off to avoid being spotted right away. Aaliyah stared through the crack of the door at Precious working the room.
So manyâŚso many men.
The floor was covered with money.
She allowed her eyes to scan, taking everything in. As her eyes swept past the groom in his chair, she couldnât see the entire room because of the door, but the sound of Cliffâs voice let her know it was time.
âWhereâs Liyah?!â
âPut on her old intro!â
That was Keishaâs voice.
Aaliyah felt her nerves settle. The blacklights and the song reminded her of Crazy Horse. This was her walk out songâŚ.
Waka Flocka Ft. Roscoe DashâNo Handz Instrumental.
With one hand Aaliyah pushed open that door and stepped one shaky leg out past the darkness. The ultraviolet light caused her skin to twinkle and the blue hue made the pink she wore pop. She fully came into view, her tongue curled up over her top teeth to tease and those âcome fuck me eyesâ staring into the faces of horny men with the money she wanted.
She allowed her body to rock to the beat. Aaliyah turned her back on everyone, brought her hands up, and gave them a thunderous applause with that beautiful ass before arching her back. She twerked those honey buns and looked back at it before a lusty smile appeared on her lips. Both hands twirled her braids while she rocked those hips.
Back. Forth. Back. Forth.
Bounce, Bounce, Bounce
*clap clap clap*
Nobody wasted time throwing money. She could work that entire room on her own. Aaliyah got down on her hands and knees, crawling like a jungle cat before turning to show off that LED plug while twerking.
âYou see that shit?!â
âHot damn!â
âFuck, sheâs nice.â
âCâmere pretty ladyâŚâ
âFreaky girl!â
That songâŚshe owned it.
She staked her claim on it.
She spread those legs on her back and gyrated, thighs separated and the barely there crotch of her pink bikini covering her meaty pussy lips. She rubbed the money that rained down on her into her pussy and around her breasts. TheyâŚwereâŚobsessed.
The way she looked at you, it made you feel like the only man in the world worthy of her attention.
How nasty she talkedâŚ
âI better see some thick bulges tonight, boysâŚâ
On her feet, Aaliyah strutted dangerously slow, further into the crowd of men. As her eyes swept, she came across a pair of blue eyes that reminded her of a bottle of Hypnotiq beneath the blacklights. Too familiarâŚ
Holy FUCKING shitâŚ
She tried to mask her surprise but his was so boldly present.
The Professor.
His jaw dropped, eyes widening in disbelief as if a sudden jolt of electricity had coursed through his veins leaving him momentarily stunned. To others, it could seem as if Terry was so overwhelmed with how motherfucking fine Aaliyah is that he couldnât even function. She knew the real reason. She simmered down her astonishment as best as she could and turning away, focusing on a cute guy with thick locs to his shoulders.
Her heart raced. Panic consumed her.
She had no time to panic.
âPrettiest thang in LouisianaâŚâ
Aaliyah cupped her breasts covered in nipple tape and licked her lips. She could feel Terryâs gaze burning a hole into the side of her face. She was nervous. Oh so nervous. Her smile didnât reach her eyes. Everybody was too drunk or too hype to take notice.
all except Professor Richmond. He could see right through her.
What the fuck was he doing here of all places?!
She blended in with her girls and tried her best to shield herself from Terryâs view.
That intensity in his eyes this time around left her shaken up.
Aaliyah pushed herself to perform. The space was too cramped. They scattered to watch her hit a clean split and when she glanced over her shoulder, Terry was right there. Like he appeared out of thin air.
He was standing above her. Towering over her. She had no choice but to look up.
Aaliyah couldnât hide. She couldnât if she tried.
âBack up, TJ. Iâm tryna see all thatâŚâ
He was shoved to the side and Aaliyah felt the rain of money on her while she avoided Terryâs hard eyes zeroed in on her ass. He was so stuck.
Her breath hitched at the way he looked at her. Like he wanted to ravage her.
Her eyes glided down his frame and she loved the way he dressed. He looked delectable.
âArch that back, bitchâŚâ
âYeahhhhâŚâ
Aaliyah grabbed her ankles and made each cheek dance on its own. The heavy bass and quick melody of the bounce song compelled her to shake some ass.
The sound of her pulse in her ears drowned out the music. She locked eyes with him again and for once she grew timid. His eyes drank her in and when she lifted one leg up to pop that ass he chewed on that lip and tilted his head to see how that pussy looked from that angle.
You like what you see, huh?
âYou got skills babyâŚThink you can show me more?â
Terry cut his eyes at the men circling Aaliyah.
Things were turning up like a raging storm.
âPull that pussy partâŚâ
They wanted to see her pussy. Aaliyah giggled and trailed a finger between her legs before rubbing it against one of their noses. They enjoyed that way too much. He tried to suck on that finger but Terry yoked him up by the wrist. The dread head looked at Terry like he was asking for a death wish.
âWe donât touch unless they say soâŚremember the rules.â
âLet go, nigga. I donât need you tellinâ me what the fuck to doâŚâ
âWoah, woah, woahâŚâ
Aaliyah used that opportunity to disappear. A prickling sensation shot up her spine. She slipped down into the basement and hid herself within the darkness.
She needed a second.
âGet it together, LiyahâŚâ
Aaliyah picked up a shorty bottle of Paul Masson Peach and took a long swig. She recapped the drink and scrunched her face from the burn. Aaliyah shook out her hands to stop them from trembling. How was she going to show her face in class on Wednesday?
All she would be able to think about was the shock on his face. There was no turning back. Aaliyah drank some more. She needed the liquor to get her through the rest of the night. The door to the basement opened and Keisha appeared. She had a look of concern on her face.
âLiâLi. You okay?â
âIâm fine, Keisha. Go back up. I was just feeling a little queasy thatâs all.â
âSome shit was about to pop off. Did they touch you without your consent?â
âItâs cool. Iâll be upâŚâ
âDonât lie to me LiâLiâŚâ
Aaliyah gave Keisha a reassuring smile.
âNo reason to lie, mamas. Iâm feeling better,â Aaliyah pushed herself up, âCâmonâŚâ
ââ
Frozen.
When that door pushed open and she crept out like a sex goddess, he almost spilled his cognac.
Aaliyah?
The small hairs across his arms stood on end. Desire rushed in the moment the initial shock faded.
*clap clap clap*
GahdamnâŚ
He knew it. He fucking knew it.
That body outta be in a museum. This fine ass woman held a confidence so powerful he could bend at her will.
Terry Richmond sucked in a breath when her eyes connected with his.
He saw the power drain from her like Superman to Kryptonite. Terryâs chest grew tight. She drew in closer, his mouth unhinged. The glitter on her skin and the smell of her sweet fragrance made the big boy between his legs react.
Down boyâŚ
He fought the urge to palm his bulge because it was growing out of his control. He didnât know where to look first. Those titties sat up round and perfect. That ass was so fat he wanted to sink his teeth in it. Leave his imprint on that thick fucking shit. His eyes still lit up like Miracle on 34th Street from the glow emitting from that asshole.
Freak nasty.
He was speechless. His star pupil is a Stripper.
The biggest plot twist.
Terry wanted her even more. He wanted to tell her that it was going to be okay and she didnât need to feel embarrassed or afraid. He could sense she was trying to avoid him as she moved around the room.
Terry needed her to know that he liked what he saw.
They werenât in his classroom. It was okay to free her inhibitions and show him what Liyah Allure is all about. He found her popping ass and talking shit.
âTip me, daddyâŚâ
âYou want it?â
âDonât just stare at me. Spoil meâŚâ
Honeyed voice as smooth as silk. Terry drew in closer and allowed himself to be consumed by her.
The glitter on her skin looked edible and if he could lick every single fleck off with his tongue he would.
The dip in her spine leading down to a full ass with hips and thighs to match told him she could take it deep and it would be a warm, tight, wet paradise.
He did say he wanted to escape somewhere tropicalâŚ
Those two braids would be anchored around his hands while he drilled deep with every goddamn stroke of his fat dick.
UnhâŚUnhâŚUnhâŚ
Make her weep on his dick.
ProfessorâŚProfessorâŚDonât stopâŚ
There she was.
Those eyes focused on him again and he saw the hint of shyness.
âI wanna pull that pussy partâŚâ
Something primal and predatory sparked within him. Aaliyah stroked her lower lips with a single finger and shoved that finger against Darrellâs nose.
Darrell tried to take it too far.
Terry was quicker.
He wrapped his large hand around Darrellâs wrist with a vice grip similar to a boa constrictor. He would knock the daylights outta Darrell and leave him slumped over if he so much as put that finger in his mouth.
Darrell was stunned by Terryâs strength and the fact that he couldnât break free. Weak ass niggaâŚ
She disappeared.
Mike came over to settle down the growing altercation and with a pat on Terryâs back, he walked away in search of Aaliyah. She was nowhere in sight.
Terry waited for about ten minutes and then she resurfaced from the basement with Keisha. She probably needed a moment to gather her thoughts and energy. His presence stumped her.
Aaliyah scanned the room until she found Terry.
She got down on her hands and knees and popped ass in a split. Nobody else in that room mattered. She locked in on him from across the room. Terry sipped his drink and watched her.
âWho wants a private show?!â
Keisha pointed at Terry.
He gave a quick nod of his head. Keisha was about to be let down. He ainât want nobody but Aaliyah. She was getting the rest of his money tonight. She deserves it and so much more. And when Terry gets his hands on herâŚ
âIâll take one. But I want her.â
Aaliyah saw the cash in his hand and smiled.
âOnly if she ainât scared.â
Aaliyah couldnât believe he just said that.
âI get the impression she likes to teaseâŚâ
Aaliyah walked up to Terry with a seductive look in her eyes. He held onto her gaze with his money on display.
âYour call, beautiful.â
Aaliyah stared at him for another moment before taking him by the hand and down into the basement.
ââ
Terry allowed her to guide him. They headed towards the sofas, silence hanging between them. Aaliyah turned fully to face him before Terry took a seat. Without taking his eyes off of her, he placed his cup on the table and settled back into the cushion. Terry spread his thighs and with one hand over the top of the couch, the other smoothed down his left thigh invitingly. Aaliyah dropped her eyes to his lap and with a faint smile, she took a seat where his hand once was.
Aaliyah watched him spread his money out across his other thigh. She parted her glossy lips a fraction, eyeing nothing but one hundred dollar bills. Her eyes lit up. Terry looked up at her with low, lust filled eyes and a sly smirk. He removed his glasses with one hand and folded it against his chest before sitting it on the table, all while staring at her.
She looked at him.
He looked at her.
ââŚI donât know what to sayâŚâ
Aaliyahâs eyelashes fluttered as she blinked away from him. Terry used his thumb to gently pull her attention back towards him.
âI should be embarrassed right nowâŚâ
Terry was trying to keep his composure but her breasts in his face was melting his cool exterior.
âAaliyahâŚI donât want you to feel embarrassed. Iâm not judging youâŚâ
She giggled nervously, âmaybe notâŚbut this was so unexpected, ya know?â
âVery. How long have you been doing this?â
Aaliyah stared heavenward shyly while deep in thought. He liked seeing her like this. It was another side to her he enjoyed.
âWellâŚthis in particularâŚitâs my second time. StrippingâŚI did it for about five years before I quit Crazy Horse a year agoâŚnow I just film content and work Verizon part time.â
Her eyes connected with his again.
âSoâŚwhat do ya want me to do? A lap dance? What?â
Terry trailed his eyes down her body.
âDo whatever makes you feel comfortableâŚâ
Terryâs hand molded into her back. Aaliyah shivered. The feeling of his hand on her skin was exhilarating.
She stood, facing Terry. He placed his money beside him, and his hands out of the way. Aaliyah straddled him, bracing herself on his shoulders. She looked down at him with a slow blink and the erotic smile she gave him forced his hands into fists.
âHave you ever had a lap dance before, Professor?â
ââŚCall me Terrence.â
ââŚTerrenceâŚâ
âOnce. It wasnât memorable.â Terry responded with a hushed tone.
He reclined his head back slightly and stared up into her eyes with practiced restraint.
Aaliyah gave him a mean whine over his crotch. Her chest would graze his goatee ever so slightly. He had to stop his tongue from poking out to drag between those titties.
âOoh, thatâs too badâŚis this okay?â
That melodic voiceâŚ
âYouâre doinâ just fine, Miss Aaliyah.â
Terry flexed his fingers. Aaliyah looked down at his hands.
âCan I admit something?â Aaliyah asked with a sultry smile.
âWhatâs that?â
Aaliyah tucked her chin and giggled softly. She blinked away briefly before her eyes met his again.
âWhat?â Terry pushed.
âI think about you every dayâŚâ
âEnough to stick around after class?â
Aaliyahâs bottom lip sat between her teeth. Terry smiled.
âWhy did you turn me down?â He questioned.
Aaliyah dragged her hands down his chest and stilled her hips. Terrence rested his hands on the sides of her thighs. He couldnât resist. Aaliyah didnât protest.
The feel of her against his hands. The heft of her on him. The images he pictured in his mindâŚ
âIâm not an easy girl, Terrence. You gotta work harder for me. I wanted you toâŚâ
âChase you.â Terry concluded with an elevated brow.
âMay seem silly butâŚit turns me on.â
âI wonder what else turns you onâŚâ
âThat brain of yours,â Aaliyah trailed her fingers through his short, soft curls, âYour passionâŚexpressive handsâŚyour voiceâŚthose eyesâŚâ
Terry licked his lips, âI would have chased you and went along with your lilâ game. If that means I get to play with you in the endâŚâ
His eyes dropped to her lips.
âYou do thisâŚtongue bite thingâŚI like thatâŚâ Terry said.
âWhat else you like?â Aaliyah asked softly, doing exactly what Terry liked. Displaying the tip of her tongue between her teeth. Moving it back and forthâŚ
âEverything about youâŚyouâre so damn sexyâŚthe way you look at me justâŚAaliyah, youâre aware of your beauty. That confidence lights a fire under me, babyâŚâ
âIâm baby?â
âMhm, the prettiest babyâŚâ
Aaliyah played with his Cuban link. Terryâs right thumb stroked the beauty mark below her lip.
Terry groped her thigh with his free hand and glided it up to her waist. He used his thumb to trace circles into her soft skin.
âI donât like how you put your finger on Darrellâs nose.â
âYou wish it were you? Darrell didnât get a lap danceâŚâ
Aaliyah lifted from his lap and turned so that she was grinding against his tent with enough pressure to rub her pussy over it. The hard bulge against her fat, lower lips caused her to moan.
Terry threw money over her, his ears enjoying the way her moans sounded so angelic despite her naughty actions.
After all, she is The Dark Angel.
âAaliyahâŚâ
That signature look back would have had him busting a fat ass nut in his jeans.
The way she moved her hips on him.
âI want you so fuckinâ badâŚâ
âI know.â
She smiled.
Aaliyah stood from his lap and Terry groaned deep.
âTimes up.â
He glared at her with lust and frustration. Aaliyah leaned over him with her hands on the back of the couch. Their eyes connected and her glossy lips feathered over his.
âUntil next timeâŚI think Iâm free for that lunch on WednesdayâŚâ
She brought her lips to his cheek and with her jeweled tongue, Aaliyah dragged it over his ear tantalizingly slow. She pushed away from him and Terry stood from the couch. He fixed his attire while Aaliyah stared up at him with faux innocence and her hands crossed behind her back. She swayed back and forth, parting her lips to rest her tongue in the corner of her mouth.
âItâs a date.â
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j.b.b. | Fake it âtill you make it
Summary:Â Y/Nâs ex-boyfriend will be at the Christmas party she will be attending. Bucky poses as Y/Nâs +1.
Pairing:Â Modern!Bucky Barnes x f!reader
Warnings:Â Use of Y/N and feminine pronoums, a few mentions of food and alcohol, mention of cheating and ghosting people and breaking Y/N's heart, mention of christmas and the dear corporate world, loads of mention of anxiety/stress, some vulgar language
Word Count:Â 4k
A/N:Â This is the 3rd Xmas OS of the series. It was a bit thougher to write than I imagined, but I'm quite happy out it turned out. Please do share and like if you enjoyed it, it means a lot!
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Y/Nâs hands were so sweaty that she had to wipe them on her black coat every five minutes. The air in the car was warm and cosy, a sharp contrast with the cold and dry weather outside. If it should have relaxed her, it wasnât enough. Instead, she couldnât stop her right leg from shaking and her heart was beating so fast that it made her blood ring in her ears. She couldnât believe that even after all this time he was making her this nervous.
Though, it wasnât him exactly; it was this whole situationâŚ
The he in question was her ex. An ex that, one night, had decided to throw away a four-year-long relationship with a note left on the kitchen counter of their shared apartment. An apartment from which he had planned to move out without facing her. Too bad for him, that same night, Y/N had gotten back from work earlier than expected and had, of course, walked in on him moving out. In the end, she had been the one to kick him out. Nevertheless, the shock had been real when, one week later, Natasha, her dear friend, had seen him at the supermarket, hands in hands with some other woman.
He had broken her entirely: her heart, her trust in this world, her self-esteem and probably everything else. More than one year later, she was still fixing what he had done to her. So naturally, when she heard that he was going to attend the Christmas party of the firm she was working at, she did the only thing she thought she was capable of⌠She decided not to go.
That was without counting on Natasha, who was determined not to let this slip that easily. He was the bastard that broke her friend. He would be the one daring to attend the Christmas party of the firm his ex was working on for more than six years now. He was only a small accountant from the accounting company to which finance had started to outsource their activities a couple of weeks ago. He was insignificant, while Y/N was expected to take on the role of head of her department after the retirement of her manager. Y/N couldnât simply decide to not attend. She was going to be there and showing how much better she was doing without him.
Thanks heaven, she wasnât going to do this alone. When Natasha had succeeding in convincing her to go to this party, Y/N had admitted she didn't feel like going alone. Sure, there would be her coworkers â she had become good friends with a few of them and all were aware of her romantic situation ship (or lack of, therefore). However, between Gina and her three kids, Maria on maternity leave, and Zach who she knew was going to hit on every waiter present, she needed more support. Y/N had made puppy eyes to Natasha, trying to get her to come with her. A look in her agenda later, the redhead had declared with a huge smile on her lips that she would be in Europe that week, closing the most important deal of the year for her own company. That was how Bucky had offered to be her â+1â for the night.
Ever since, Natasha had made up this fantasy of Bucky posing as Y/Nâs fiancĂŠ for the night. She wanted Y/Nâs ex to know Y/N was doing better, much better indeed, now that he wasnât in her life anymore. At first, Y/N had embraced this idea, it was only payback for the way he had embarrassed her. However, thinking about it again, it definitely didnât feel like such a good idea. How pathetic was she to try and make him jealous when the simple thought of him should make her indifferentâŚ
Y/N had gotten cold feet a million times. If it wasnât for Bucky insisting to call a cab to pick them both up and then have it drive them to the party, she would have spent her Friday evening ordering pizza and watching Netflix or if she would have had the courage to get out in the cold, testing this new winery bar that opened downtown to drink away her sorrow.
Even now, on her way to the party, she was only a second away to ask for the car to turn around and go back home. It would be a shame with all the money she had put in her outfits, make-up and hair, and with how Bucky had dressed up too, but she could still pretend to be not feeling well or be sick, no?
She was so lost in her thoughts that she hadn't noticed that the car had stopped, and her door was already opening. A wave of panic washed over her.
She did not want to be here.
She wanted to be anywhere, but here.
âHey,â Bucky spoke, and she was surprised to see that he was the one to have open the door car. She had not realized Bucky had already gotten out and was offering her his hand to help her get out as well. âJust like we said,â he searched for her eyes as he took a deep inspiration. Eyes lost in the blue of his eyes; she copied him instinctively. It was just one night; she reminded herself to try to ease her nerves. As did Bucky, she breathed out. âItâs going to be okay,â he promised. She nodded weakly, still hooked to his eyes as if they were buoys.
They continued to breathe together for the time she needed to successfully calm herself and her heartbeat. When she was ready, she grabbed her handbag and took his hand. She couldnât help but notice how her heart fluttered in her chest and how her cheeks heated up when their skin touched, but she quickly pushed the thought aside.
This was how Bucky was, not only with her, but with everyone. He was very well mannered and always nice; opening the door, pulling out the chair for the person he was with to sit down, offering his coat or jacket were anyone too cold. One smile and everyone would fall for him. Y/N couldnât lie, Bucky was also very good looking. Tall, but not too tall. Definitely muscly under his button-up shirts. Flashing bright smiles. Piercing blue eyes.
Y/N had met him through Natasha. At that time, she had just moved to New York, and they worked at the same company. Natasha had introduced her to her group of friends; people she had been to university with: Wanda, Clint, Sam, Steve, and Bucky â and she was quick to be a part of the group.
While they had always been in the same group of friends, they had never been particularly close. Bucky being Bucky, he was always eager to know what was going on in her life, always interested in discussing about her hobbies, but they had never hanged out outside of their little group gatherings.
Y/N only really acknowledged him after her break-up. It was as if she had worn blinders for all those years. Suddenly, she realized he had been there all along. He continued being nice to her and much more than that. He became a really good friend, showing up at her place with ice-cream so she could cry her heart out. He listened and dried her tears. More than anything else, he made her feel important.
Like he really cared.
And in this past year, it had been everything to her.
As they walked into the building where the party was happening, Bucky spoke to her about the plans Steve and him had over the weekend. He spoke to her as if they were only going to the supermarket do groceries on a Tuesday night. She realized what he was doing â he was trying to clear her mind â and she was grateful for it. It did stop the easiness in her stomach and thankfully, the cold of the night made her hands dry.
In the hall, Bucky took her coat to leave it in the cloakroom. It was the exact same moment her phone decided to ring.
Natasha, less than one minute ago: Donât forget to send me a picture of the two of you.
Natasha, less than one minute ago: And have fun!
Smiling, Y/N send her a quick answer, a mix of âyes momâ with a rolling eyes emoji and âhave a good dayâ wherever she was â Natashaâs schedule was so hectic it was a bit difficult to follow sometimes; she could have been in London in the morning and Moscow at night.
Y/N put her phone back in her handbag as Bucky walked back to her. With a motion of his hand, he invited her to lead the way and enter in the reception room. His right hand rested in between her shoulder blades that her backless dress left naked. His palm was barely touching her skin, yet the touch of his fingertips grounded her, made her focus on him rather than what was happening around them.
âY/N!â Gina called out as soon as they entered the room. She left her husband with her boss and nearly came running in their direction.
To Y/Nâs disappointment, Buckyâs hand left her back as he let her go to greet her colleague. Gina didnât lose time to hug Y/N as if the last time they had seen each other was not in the HR meeting that same morning. From the empty glass in her hands, Y/N assumed she had already started to celebrate the end of the year. Gina had never been one to handle alcohol well.
âBucky, right?â Gina questioned as she turned to her left, to him.
âAnd you must be Gina.â Bucky stated in return. Gina giggled like a middle school girl â that was typically Buckyâs effect and even if Y/N knew him for a good decade now, it still amazed her. Gina went for a hug and Bucky happily obliged, barely touching her though.
âHot,â Gina mouthed not so silently to Y/N, who was standing behind them.
Y/N only gave her a stern look and watched as Gina took her sweet time to let him go. If she had thought for a long time already that she would never let Natasha and Gina meet, she knew now that she was indeed right. The two of them in the same room would be the death of her.
Thankfully, someone going up on the stage in front of the dance floor was enough to put poor Bucky out of his misery. The CEO of the firm was about to give his traditional end-of-year speech, and everyone was invited to listen. Ginaâs husband was quick to get her to join the crowd who was quickly gathering around the stage.
Y/N turned to Bucky who still wore his typical soft smile and acting as if the interaction with Gina had never happened. Maybe it happened to him more often than Y/N would know. âShe is⌠something. Iâm sorry.â
Bucky chuckled to wave it off and only offered her his arm, âShall we?â
As they stand next to each other, in the crowd of the firm employees in front of the stage, Y/N only listened to the speech with one ear. She couldnât help watching around the room. She saw the faces of all the persons in the crowd, some she had never seen before and a few familiar ones. Somewhere in the crowd, her eyes met with Zach who raised his glass to her, and she nodded in return to acknowledge him; considering who he was with, she knew she was most likely not going to see him again tonight. Thankfully, she didnât see her ex and release a breath she didnât know she was holding.
When her eyes turned to Bucky, he was already looking at her. For the first time, she saw a very subtle frown on his face. He was worried about her. Even if he had agreed to it â and he did so willingly, she felt bad for having him spend the night with her, attending a Christmas party where he knew nobody even more so. The company he was working at must also have its own Christmas party and everybody knew that one company Christmas party a year was much than enough. She wanted him to have a good time, not remembering this night in a bad way. So, she needed to relax.
She was so lost in her thoughts that Bucky had to nudge her in the ribs so she would applause at the end of the speech.
âDo you want a drink?â Y/N said more for herself than Bucky at her side. Without waiting for him to answer, she continued: âIâll get us some drinks.â
And just like that, she had left him on the spot and was walking in direction of the bar. One second later, she was turning back and walking to where Bucky was still standing. He looked at her, surprised.
âThank you so much.â
Bucky smiled, sweetly. That was probably what she liked the most about him, he knew exactly was she was on about. âDoll, pleasure is all mine.â
Doll⌠Bucky wouldnât stop calling her by all those sweet nicknames ever since the break-up. It somehow made her stomach fluttered. She wished he was only using those with her, but she knew with how he was, he did it with everyone else.
âNo, really,â she insisted. âYou didnât have to do it.â Bucky was going to answer something when she cut him off. âYou must think I am pathetic to do this. I swear, I do not have any feeling for him anymore. I just donât want him to think he won. He canât be the one to have thrown away a four-years-long relationship and be the one to walk away happy. Not after all he put me through.â
Slowly, Bucky took her chin into his right hand, his eyes meeting hers again. She had not noticed, but they were yet again so close to one another.
âLove, we are going a hell of a time tonight. Screw him. You are much better without him. You would have to be blind not to see it.â
And what a time they were going to have indeedâŚ
After a couple of drinks, Y/N was much comfortable about being here that night. Bucky had somehow managed to get them a full tray of appetizers for them both to share as their dinner. They had been joined by Zach afterwards, who against all odds spent a part of his evening with them. They shared some shots of vodka, took a dozen of silly pictures at the photobooth that was set up, and once the DJ had started to play actual music, they had been quick to join the dance floor. In the crowd of employees, Bucky had made Y/N spun around herself more times than she could count. His hands had been on herself at all times â on her hips, on her arms, on her back, definitely leaving Y/N aching for more.
âI need to take a break.â Y/N announced after a while as she started to walk away from the dance floor. Zach was too busy with some other man to care about her and Bucky was quick to follow her.
âYou good?â he asked. As the music was too loud, Y/N only saw his lips moving without hearing what he had said. Bucky stepped closer and had his lips close to her ear to repeat her question.
âYes,â she nodded, moving her hands in front of herself as a fan to have some air. She had this hotness on her cheeks and nose; her backless dress was now clenched to her features. At this point, she didnât know anymore if it was from all the dancing or from him being so close to him. She was hot, needed some air and probably also a drink. âIâm thirsty. Do you want something?â
Bucky had to lean in again onto her to let her know what he wanted to drink. Y/N gave him a thumbs-up before walking to the bar. She was wearing a big smile on her lips and was feeling absolutely content. As she walked away from the dance floor, she thought this night couldnât have gone better⌠except her feet in those heels and she would have to drink water at some point if she didnât wish to wake up with a massive headache⌠And that, as if destiny was playing with her, her eyes landed on the only person that could spoil her night.
Y/Nâs smile faded when she was her ex, waiting for his drink at the bar, hand pianoing on the wood of the counter, eyes scanning the room. Buckyâs presence had finally made her totally forget what she had asked him to come for in the first place.
Sighing, she decided she wasnât going to turn back now. She didnât have to talk to him, let alone have to look at him. She went to the bar side on her left, at the very opposite of him. Focusing on the barmaid that smiled when she stood against the bar, she repeated Buckyâs whisky order and ordered a soft drink for her. She was about to get back to Bucky with their drinks when a shadow overed on her.
âY/N, how nice to see you,â his snide voice called her out.
Her two drinks in her hand, she turned to look at him with a stern sight. Still the same charming smile. The same malicious eyes. That same dimple. It had made her heart flattered in the past, though now it only made her want to vomit.
âIt has been a long time, how have you been?â
âI am awaited,â was all she answered. Her tone was not rude â though she would have very much like to throw her glass to his face; it was only very firm to pass on the idea that she did not want to talk to him. At all.
âOh, so youâve been able to coax someone to come with you?â he said, grabbing on her elbow to keep her from moving away from him.
âHer boyfriend, actually.â
Bucky appeared at her side, out of nowhere. The surprise made him drop his hold on her, making Y/N lose her balance. Thankfully, Bucky firm hand found the exposed skin of her lower back in a second and she gently crashed onto his side.
Unsure of what to do, Y/N looked back at Bucky, who was now getting his drink out of her hands.
âThank you, doll.â
He smiled at her, and she smiled back, loosing herself in his blue eyes, totally forgetting the room around her and the fact that her ex was right in front of them. The physical contact of his skin on hers was started to make her head fizzy. Or was it the multiples drinks of Champagne finally making it to her head?
âNice to have seen you again, buddy.â
And without waiting for an answer, Bucky brought Y/N with him to a cocktail table, not so far from the dance floor, but a little bit calmer where they could talk. A couple of steps away from her ex, when he knew they werenât within earshot, he leaned on Y/N to mutter:
âSee, wasnât that bad.â
Y/N smiled weakly and took down the glass of orange juice she had ordered in one go, now wishing she had ordered vodka with it. Her heart in her chest was pounding and she felt his eyes on her back; he was watching them. All her energy seemed to have left her body. Their encounter had been like a wake-up call, and she didnât want to be here any longer.
Yet, she didnât want to be the first one to leave, she didnât want to let him win. So, she tried to calm herself and she stayed at the limit of the dance floor, watching her colleagues dancing the night away before her eyes. Bucky stayed at her side. He did not say a word, probably because he had understood she did not want to talk.
It was only when the DJ played a slow dancing song that Y/N seemed to wake up from her trance and turned to him.
âWould you dance with me?â
Bucky didnât need much persuading and was quick to grab Y/Nâs hand to lead her to the dance floor. He found them an empty space, where he had her turned to him. His hands immediately found a place on her naked back, sending shivers down her spine, and her hands found their way to the back of his neck.
They moved slowly, body pressed against one another. Y/N let her head fall on his chest while he slowly stoked the skin of her back. Her belly tingled in such a strong way that she finally had the courage to look at him in the eyes. When their eyes met, he was already looking at her, a small smile on his lips that inadvertently draw Y/Nâs eyes. His lips were so close, so reachable, that she was tempted to just lean in and see what would happen. The fire in her stomach wanted her to do it. After all, she had already lost so many things this year, nothing worse could happen, right?
She bit her own lips and tried to come back to earth. Bucky was a good friend and if it meant losing him, she didnât want to risk it. He was too precious to ruin everything, even if she wanted him more than anything.
âWhat would you say of getting out of here?â Bucky asked when the song finished. Even though the next song was not slow-rhythmed, they had stayed in the same position. Body pressed together, moving slowly.
âYes, please.â
Yet, none of them moved.
They kept eyeing each other, Y/Nâs gaze going from his eyes to his lips and back again. Finally, Bucky made a move. Her breath got caught in her throat when Buckyâs hand took a loose string of her hair and put it behind her ear. The air seemed to have thickened and the time to have paused.
His hand hot on her cheek, he leaned in slowly.
âPlease,â she begged him to put her out of her misery.
He chuckled deeply and leaned him more, their lips barely touching. Y/N didnât waste a second more and brought him closer, crashing their lips a bit too brutally together that they could hear their teeth crashing together. Y/N withdrawn, eyes wide, worried she had hurt him.
âIâm so sor-â Bucky was quick to kiss her again, this time much gently. A second first kiss that they would remember. One of those kisses that would electrify their whole body. One of those kisses that would leave their lips swollen and them asking for more.
âLetâs get out of here.â
Once again, Y/N let Bucky grab her hand and lead her to the cloakroom. He asked for their coats with the ticket he had kept in his wallet as Y/N stood her back against the wooden counter, trying to realize what was going on. She was going to go home, with him of all people.
âWell, that was one hell of a show out there,â Zach whispered as he stood next to her. He too was waiting in line to get his coat and go home with the person at his side, a man from the Californian office she had seen twice in her life. âCouldnât figure out if you were faking it or not.â
Y/N turned to Bucky at her side, whose hand was still holding her hip, as if he was scared, she would slip away. Then, she turned back to Zach, a big smile on her face.
âDefinitely not fake.â
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Might as well be drunk in love: 3 of 3
Pairing: OT7 x Reader (CEO AU)
Summary: In which your friend thought it would be funny to give you a love potion, and in which seven CEOs accidentally drank it.
Warnings: Love Potion, Yandere behavior, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Violence, Mention of death, Disability, If youâre not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.
A/N: HAPPY HOSEOK'S DAY! We made it! 2/7!!
Part 1, Part 2
Your smile was genuine when you met Kim Taehyungâs eyes.
Unlike the others who were punctual, he was a minute late. He was grinning though like he had a secret he couldnât wait to share to you.
âYou seem happy, Taehyung,â you remarked as you stepped closer, the distance between you shrinking with each heartbeat. With his hands tucked into his pockets, he waited eagerly for you to reach him. The only indication of his bubbling excitement was the way he bounced slightly on his feet. He looked so much lighter in this light, you noticed, the usual darkness in his eyes was nowhere to be found.
He looked truly happy like the sun had decided to shine just for him.
âI am,â he said, his grin widening even more. His eyes sparkled with anticipation. How can he not be happy when you were near? âYouâre here with me. With us. How can I not be happy?â he murmured, gently pulling your hand into his and clasping your fingers tightly.
You blinked, surprised by his blatant statement. The potion was indeed so powerful that even the cold Taehyung turned into this kind of person you would want for you own had it been a different circumstance. You thought that whoever he would choose to love after all this fiasco would be the luckiest person.
However, you chose to not dwell on his statement. You were extremely happy with the good news your friend shared with you. There would be a cure soon, and you just knew that you would be nothing to him and all of them after this but a fleeting memory. You decided to hold on for a little while longer, and maybe just lived in the moment where this was a possibility. Sooner rather than later, they would go back to not knowing and caring who you were.
You cleared your throat, âSo, where are you taking me?â
Taehyung took a sip from his coffee, the takeout food laid on either side of you on the bench. A smile tugged at your lips at the peculiarity of it allâhere was one of the richest men in South Korea, someone with immense influence, choosing to share a simple day in the park with you. It felt surreal, the laughter of children and rustling leaves wrapping around you like a warm embrace.
âThis is really good,â he hummed appreciatively, his eyes lighting up as he sampled one of the dishes from the food truck. âAnd itâs really cheap. I cannot believe those fancy restaurants charge so much when the food is just so-so.â
âRight? Finally, someone from the rich admitted it!â you laughed, your voice mingling with the sounds of the park. âI always wondered if the taste buds of the rich are just inherently different from us. Thereâs no way you guys are satisfied with those little servings of dishes. Also, is this your first time eating here?â
âYesâŚâ Taehyung rubbed the back of his neck, glancing at the pond sheepishly. âI always wanted to do this with a girlfriend. You know, those TV dramas show how romantic this is.â
You couldnât help but grin at his confession and the innocence in his voice. The sincerity of his confession made him endearing, if not more. âSo, here we are, living the drama, huh? Too bad you didnât do this with your real girlfriend.â
He glared at you, his expression mock-serious, before playfully snatching your hand and fully enclosing it with his. âYouâre my real girlfriend,â he grumbled childishly, a spark of mischief dancing in his eyes.
Your heart raced at the sudden intimacy, warmth flooding through you. âOh, really? Guess I should start practicing my dramatic sighs and longing gazes then,â you teased, squeezing his hand gently.
âAbsolutely,â he said with a grin, his earlier shyness melting away. âI expect nothing less from my leading lady.â
It was a nice lunch out which should have ended as nicely as it started.
But you should have known your wish was too good to be true.
You were walking with him on your way back to the office when he randomly decided to go back and buy his brothers takeout food. He claimed that since he thoroughly enjoyed it, his brothers should too so that they would know just what they were missing. He asked you to wait for a little while before he turned back. And you did. You were contented with scrolling through your social media when you were interrupted.
âExcuse me, miss?â A man called for you, his smile was warm as he looked at you. âMay I know what time it is?â
âOh uhm, itâs 1:37,â you replied, glancing at the screen of your phone.
He thanked you politely before resuming his walk when he abruptly stopped. He chuckled sheepishly, looking at you over his lashes. âI really donât need to know the time. Iâm sorry, Iâm really bad at this. Youâre just so beautiful ââ
âMay I help you?â Taehyungâs voice suddenly cut through the air, firm yet protective as he reappeared, a bag of takeout in hand. He stepped in front of you, effectively blocking you from the other manâs view. His face was void of any emotion, yet he managed to terrify the man.
The man straightened, clearly caught off guard. Taehyungâs presence shifted the atmosphere, his expression a mix of confusion and an underlying feeling of intimidation. âUh, I was just⌠asking the time,â the man stammered, taking a step back.
Taehyungâs gaze narrowed slightly, a hint of a challenge in his posture. âRight. And now youâve got the time. Anything else?â
âMan, Iâm not looking for any trouble. I-I just really thought sheâs single. I meant no harm!â the man protested, his voice shaky.
âWhy are you still here?â Taehyung whispered, the sound of irritation was heavy in his tone. âWhy are you still looking at my woman?â He asked, the words coming out as a low growl, each syllable deliberate and heavy.
The air between you crackled with tension as the manâs face blanched, realizing he had crossed a line. He raised his hands defensively, backing away further. âIâI didnât know! Sorry, I just thoughtââ
âThought what?â Taehyung pressed, taking a step forward, his stance unwavering. âThat it was okay to interrupt her? To make her uncomfortable?â He was too close to the man, his hands closed to a fist as though he was just one look away from exploding. âThat you can steal her away from us?!â
How could you ever think that he was something other than the darkness that was caging his heart? How could you ever be so naĂŻve? âHey, itâs fine. He didnât bother me at all,â you interjected gently, trying to diffuse the situation before it escalated further. âLetâs just let him go.â
Gone was the sweet man you perceived him to be not long ago, and in his place was the darkness you always knew him to be when he slowly turned around after the man swiftly escaped the situation. âRemember this, little one,â he started, his voice grave yet commanding, a blend of promise and threat. âWe are the only one for you.â
You couldn't shake off the discomfort that Taehyung's interaction had stirred within you.
You were deep in your thoughts, terror and anxiety in your heart. He was the third in the schedule and you still had four to go. All the interactions you had with the boys so far only made you see the warning signs flashing in your mind. This was a wrong decision. You should have heeded your friendâs warning about spending time with them and avoided skinship as much as possible. Â
You should have focused on finding the cure. However, you couldnât just turn your back on them, not when they all acted like they were on their deathbeds as though you were the only cure, badly needing you to take their next breath. The weight of their dependency tugged at your conscience, making it harder to escape the turmoil that surrounded you. Hence, your predicament.
Taehyungâs reaction was too much. The potion was turning them into jealous, possessive men, their natural temperaments amplified into something almost unrecognizable. It had only been three days since the potion had taken effect, yet it seemed to amplify their emotions, turning them into jealous, clingy versions of themselves. You felt a chill run down your spine as you recalled the way his eyes had darkened, how intense his gaze had been, as if he saw you as something he needed to protect at all costs.
Consumed by these unsettling thoughts, you almost forgot about Jungkook entirely. His presence had slipped into the background amidst the chaos Taehyungâs behavior had caused. That is, until the hurried sound of footsteps interrupted your spiral. You turned, startled, to find a group of Jungkookâs guards, their expressions tight with fear. Wide-eyed and breathless, they approached you swiftly, the urgency in their movements sending a wave of panic through you.
âWhatâwhatâs happening?â you stammered, confusion mixing with dread.
âMr. Jeon⌠heâs not well,â another guard murmured, his tone serious. âItâs bad.â
Your heart sank as the weight of their words hit you. Jungkook was not well. Â If Taehyungâs possessiveness had shaken you, the thought of Jungkook in a similar state terrified you even more. Without hesitation, you followed them, a knot of anxiety tightening in your chest.
As you neared his floor, the muffled sounds of destruction reached youâsharp crashes, the unmistakable sound of something heavy being thrown, followed by a guttural, enraged grunt. The noise alone made your skin crawl, but you pushed forward.
âGo in,â one of the guards pleaded, his voice quiet but urgent as you hesitated. You could hear the familiar voices of Jin and Namjoon on the other side of the door, their tones strained as they attempted to calm him.
âJungkook, breathe,â Namjoon was saying, his voice low, trying to inject calm into the chaos.
âCome on, itâs okay,â Jin added, though the strain in his voice betrayed the calm facade he was trying to maintain. âSheâll be here. She didnât leave⌠relax.â
The guard beside you pushed the door open, leaving you no choice but to face your oversight. Suffice to say, the scene before you sent a fresh wave of fear through your body.
Jungkookâs office was a mess. Papers were scattered across the floor, a desk chair lay on its side, and the corner of the large wooden desk had a jagged crack running through it as if somethingâor someoneâhad hit it too hard. A shattered vase lay in pieces, its contents scattered across the floor.
In the center of the chaos stood Jungkook. His back was to you, his broad shoulders heaving with labored breaths, fists clenched tightly at his sides. Even from where you stood, you could feel the tension radiating off him like a living thing. His stark, dark hair was disheveled, his usually sharp, precise appearance completely undone by whatever storm was raging inside him.
You knew you caused it. You were aware of you effect on them, but heavens, you didnât know it to be this bad.
Namjoon was the first to notice you. His draconic eyes, once calm and calculating, now burned with an intensity that made your breath catch in your throat. The second your startled gaze met his, you saw itâthe darkness swirling in him, consuming him. He hadnât seen you since last night, and the distance had frayed his already strained control. His jaw clenched, muscles tensing as if he were holding himself back from lunging at you. He needed you. Desperately.
But the leader in him fought against the urge, restraining the primal hunger clawing at his insides. He knew he had to hold backâfor now. The others needed you just as much as he did. He could wait. He had to wait. His fingers twitched at his sides, betraying the struggle within him.
He could wait until tonight.
He had to.
âThank God,â Jin breathed when he noticed your presence. He stepped away from Jungkook.
Jungkookâs head snapped up the moment you stepped further into the room. His body froze, as though sensing your presence before even turning to look at you. Slowly, he turned around, and the intensity in his eyes when they locked onto yours was nearly suffocating. His dark eyes, wide with emotion, bore into you, his lips parted slightly as he struggled to catch his breath.
The room went still as Jungkookâs gaze never wavered from you. You could feel the raw intensity behind his eyes, the same kind of possessiveness you had seen in Taehyung but magnified tenfold in Jungkook. It wasnât just desperation; it was obsession, need, something far more dangerous than mere jealousy.
âYouâŚâ he stammered; his voice rough from all the screaming he had done. His words were laced with desperation and disbelief. âY-you didnât leave us, Noona?â
The room was too silent as though their stability rested entirely on your next move. You knew you had to thread extremely carefully.
You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest, your knees locked. You brain was screaming for you to run away from him. âJungkook,â you whispered, his name fragile on your lips.
It was him who decided for you.
He hated the distance. It gnawed at him, fraying what little control he had left. He took a step forward, his fists still clenched, muscles tense as if he were fighting some invisible restraint. âDonât leave me,â he said, his voice barely above a whisper, but there was a command beneath the words. His hands caressed your cheeks and tilted you face to meet his eyes. âYou⌠you canât leave me. You cannot leave us.â
He didnât let you leave. And you couldnât as well, not when he was visibly distraught. Most especially, not when his arms were wrapped around you like a vine. Before you knew it, you were lying on the sofa in his office, Jungkookâs arms wrapped around you like vines, pulling you impossibly close. His body pressed against yours, seeking warmth, seeking comfort. He didnât say anything, but the weight of his emotions was palpable. His grip on you never loosened, his head buried in the crook of your neck as if he was afraid youâd vanish if he let go.
The only reassurance he seemed to accept was having you there, physically close to him, where he could feel you, touch you, and know that you hadnât disappeared. But as comforting as your presence was to him, it left you uncomfortable, stressed by the weight of the situation. Jungkook was too close, his grip too tight, and the intensity of it all made your mind scream for space, for distance. But you couldnât moveânot when each time you tried to shift even slightly, he would hold on tighter, and the quiet, broken sobs would return, muffled against your skin.
Your unlikely savior came at exactly 3 in the afternoon.
Min Yoongi opened the door in a relaxed manner as though he was the owner of the office, his bored eyes finding your form on the sofa. His relaxed demeanor was a stark contrast to the tension that hung in the room. Jungkook hadnât noticed him yet, but you softly calling Yoongiâs name alerted him of his presence âmore a sigh of relief than an actual greetingâit was enough to pull Jungkookâs attention. Yoongi raised his brow at Jungkook, his expression impassive as ever, a silent question if the younger man was finally okay. Jungkookâs only response was the slight untightening of his grip on you. The shift was hesitant, reluctant, but it was there. Slowly, his arms loosened, though his body still remained close, not quite ready to let you go entirely. His possessiveness had dulled, but it was far from gone.
Yoongiâs gaze softened when he turned it back to you, his expression warm and unexpectedly gentle. He knew what you had endured, the strain it had caused you, and for once, the sharp edges in his usually indifferent demeanor softened into something close to tenderness.
"Good afternoon, darling," Yoongi said in his low, easy drawl, a hint of amusement dancing behind his words. âIâve come to save you.â
Yoongi knew how overwhelming and overstimulating things could be sometimes. For the life of him and despite the instincts screaming in his head to have you close, he chose to silently walk beside you. You had been through enough for today.
You didnât even question where the two of you were going. It was like all the energy you had was drained from you. You were silent even as he closed the car door for you, was speechless even when he expertly drove away from the building. Min Yoongi was just exactly what you needed after the conundrum being with Jungkook brought.
âI know it was tough,â Yoongi said, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between you two. His voice was low, steady, as though he had been waiting for the right moment to speak. His hands gripped the steering wheel loosely, his gaze fixed on the road ahead, but you could feel the weight of his attention on you. Even without looking at you, Yoongi had this uncanny ability to make you feel seen, like he was always aware of what you needed before you even realized it yourself. âBut still, thank you for calming him down.â
The soft hum of the car filled the space, and though you didnât respond immediately, you knew Yoongi didnât expect you to. From the short time that you were with them, you noticef that he had always been like thatâpatient, never pushing you to speak before you were ready. His quiet understanding was something that set him apart. There was no rush with him, no urgency to force words or explanations from you. Just his presence, calm and grounding, allowing you to gather your thoughts.
You nodded slowly, not trusting yourself to speak just yet. The memory of Jungkookâs desperate grip on you, the way he had refused to let you go, still lingered, and it was too raw to put into words. But Yoongi didnât push. He never did. He was just⌠there, giving you the space to process, to breathe. âI owe it to all of you. This was all my faultâŚâ
Yoongiâs gaze shifted toward you, and for a moment, he looked at you as though youâd just said something utterly ridiculous. His brow furrowed, and the corners of his lips tilted into a frown of disbelief. Then, with a sigh, he shook his head. âThis isnât your fault. How could you have known? Donât be so hard on yourself.â
Min Yoongi was just the reprieved you needed. Where the others seemed consumed by their need for you, Yoongi remained steady, unaffected by the storm raging around them.
He took you home and told you that he already took care of your supervisor and said that you were needed for a meeting. A wave of gratitude washed over you, and you couldnât help the small, tired smile that tugged at your lips. You didnât know how to thank him properly, but it seemed Yoongi didnât need grand gestures. His way of caring was quiet and understated, but it spoke volumes.
âThank you,â you whispered, your voice barely above a breath, but Yoongiâs small nod told you he heard it.
Your schedule with him was calm, much like his demeanor. The kitchen felt like a small sanctuary, the aroma of garlic and herbs wafting through the air as you chopped vegetables together. The music of your choice filled the space, a playful backdrop to the evening.
You smiled to yourself, caught up in the moment. Suddenly, a chuckle broke your reverie. You turned to see him shaking his head, amusement dancing in his eyes. âBad Romance by Lady Gaga?â he teased, but there was no edge to his wordsâjust a warm acceptance of your quirky taste. You shrugged, a grin spreading across your face. It felt domestic, this shared moment, and you savored it. And yes, Bad Romance was truly a banger song.
But then, the atmospere shifted. Lost in thought, you almost missed his sudden remark. âI heard from Hoseok that your friend found a cure for the love potion.â His voice was steady, almost indifferent, yet you caught the tension in the way he gripped the counter, knuckles whitening against the cool surface. His eyes were focused on his task, a deliberate action on his part.
You nodded, surely this was good news for them, right?
 âThatâsâŚgood.â
It did not sound like it was good. You considered asking him, pressing for clarity, but you hesitated. This was Yoongi, after all. He wasnât a man who wore his emotions on his sleeve, and pushing too hard might cause him to withdraw further. But your instinct, the one that had kept you grounded in moments like this, told you to be careful. You trusted him, both him and Seokjin, but trust was a fragile thingâespecially when it came to the men who surrounded you.
After you two finished cooking, he found you sitting on the sofa, mindlessly searching for what to watch when he lied down, his head resting on your legs. You looked down, surprised but not displeased. You noted how he refrained from physically touching you the past hour, his control and thoughtfulness of your situation did not go unnoticed by you. âI tried to hold off as long as I could,â he murmured, his eyes drifting closed as he settled in.
You chuckled softly, brushing a hand through his dark hair. âThank you for being considerate, Yoongi.â The weight of his head on your lap felt grounding, a connection that made the world outside seem distant.
It was five in the afternoon when you decided to freshen up. The entire day, despite it being only being afternoon, left you exhausted. It wasnât just the physical exhaustion that clawed at you; it was the emotional toll of navigating conversations that felt more like tightrope walks than exchanges. Each word had to be measured, each response carefully calculated. It was like it would only take one wrong word for them to crumble. Each of them just as needy as the others.
It did not come as a surprise when you stepped out of the bathroom and found the one and only Park Jimin in your bedroom. His head was hanging low as he sat on your bed, his form slouched as he stared down. Gone was his suit, and his necktie hung loosely around his collar as though he had spent the entire day tugging at it.
âJimin?â
Slowly, he looked up. His dark eyes were impassive, the usual glint gone. He looked so far from the sweet persona he usually had, and in his place was a man that was emitting dangerous vibes. âLittle one,â he called, his voice low and toneless. âI heard your...â he trailed off, his scoffed a telltale sign of what exactly he was feeling. â-friend found us a cure.â
You blinked owlishly, caught off guard with how displeased he looked. He raised his brow at your prolonged silence, âWhatâs wrong, honey?â He stood up and sauntered to you, his faux concern so thick that you could almost choke at it. âAll seven of us are sick from that love potion, right? So itâs only correct that we get the âcureâ, right?â
You looked up to meet his eyes as he neared you, his chest almost touching yours from his proximity. âAre we sick to you, little one?â
âIââ you started, your heart beating fast from his line of questioning. The intensity of his line of questioning made your pulse quicken. He tilted his head, his finger catching droplets of water that had escaped from your hair, trailing slowly down your neck.
âHmm? You what?â His voice was low, teasing yet laced with something darker.
âI just want you all to return to your normal life,â you answered truthfully. âI know everything happening is not normal for any of you. Your life does not involve aroundâŚâ You hesitated, searching for the right words. âThis chaos. You deserve to be free.â
He paused with his ministration, his hand hovering near your chest. A flicker of something crossed his face and you failed to decipher whether it was from amusement or annoyance. He stepped even impossibly closer. He looked down at you and whispered something that terrified you. âDid you ask us if we want to go back to how it was? Little one, did you even ask if we need a cure?â
Involuntarily, your foot took a step back. The weight of his words came crushing down on you. You were shaking your head even before he could finish saying his piece. You thought that it was a ridiculous thought anyway. âYou donât know what youâre saying, Park Jimin. None of what youâre all feeling is real,â you implored him, willing his true self to understand what you were saying, and not the version of himself that was âin loveâ with you. âThis potion-itâs not who you are.â
His gaze held steady, dark and penetrating as though what you said set off something in himâŚsomething they all tried so hard to contain. âAnd what will you do if this is who we want to be? What if we want these versions of ourselves that are so utterly in love with you, little one? What then?â
You felt your breath hitched at every word and expose he was telling you. âBut itâs a lie. You canât love something or someone thatâs been forced upon you. This isnât love. You have to know that.â
It was a little while before he even responded again as silence enveloped the room. The only indication that he heard you was that subtle tilt in his head. âI see you still see all this as lovesickness and not destiny.â
âBecause it is!â you insisted, the desperation for him to see the truth made your voice rose. âYou canât really believe that this is meant to be!â
Jimin shook his head, strands of his hair cascading on his forehead, breaking the carefully gelled up appearance of his. âYouâll get sick, too,â he whispered as though it was an omen, as though foretelling a fate that even you couldnât comprehend.
But you would later on.
You heard him wrongâŚright? There was no way he said that.
âWhat?â The word came out as breathless gasp, disbelief flooding your senses.
He smiled innocently, the sudden playfulness in his expression felt like a mask. âLet me dry your hair before you get sick, little one.â His tone may have seemed so casual, yet it sent a shiver down your spine. You knew you couldnât talk sense into him, not when the seven of them were neck-deep in the effects of that love potion. Furthermore, you knew that insisting that what they were all feeling was far from reality would only leave them feeling abandoned by the supposedly love of their lives: you. You couldnât make them see reason, at least not now.
Right now, the only way to calm down the simmering annoyance and angst in him was to let him do what he wanted to do. Jimin was gentle and thorough as he dried your hair, his touch so soft as though you were made of porcelain, something he feared might shatter.
âSee how good I take care of you, little one? How good we all treat you?â he murmured, his voice particularly low and soothing as he worked the towel through your damp locks.
You felt your heart ache at the sincerity in his words, even if they were colored by the potionâs influence. âJiminâŚâ you started, but the protest caught in your throat as he leaned in closer, the warmth of his body enveloping you. He met your eyes through the mirror, his chin resting on your shoulder and rush of warmth and happiness passed through him. He fucking loved you, he thought to himself as an even fiercer conviction took root. You would see it soon.
âYou are our queen, my love,â he continued with fierce intensity. âDonât you see?â
But if this was love, then it felt like a prison to you. The sensation of his arms wrapped around you felt less like an embrace and more like shackles, binding you to a reality that terrified you. The walls felt as if they were closing in, the weight of his affection pressing down on your chest. You felt it even more when he placed his plump lips on your neck.
âAnd we will always sacrifice everything for our queen.â
As soon as the clock hit 7 in the evening, you tore yourself away from his embrace and ran down to the living room, already typing down on your phone to call for a meeting with the boys when you saw them already sitting there. They seemed to be in a deep conversation, their voices low and their faces serious. Sitting in the middle of them all was Kim Namjoon who had his eyes closed and his head resting against the backrest of the sofa. He looked similar to how he was when he trapped you in the elevator. He almost seemed to be sleeping had it not been the slight tremors in his hands that gave it away.
It was as though they were attuned to your presence when they all turned their heads to where you were, sans Namjoon, their conversation coming into a halt. It was eerie, you thought. You felt a shiver run down your spine at the synchronized movement, as if they were all part of some unsettling choreography.
âThere she is,â Hoseok said brightly his face lighting up with a happiness that seemed almost out of place in the tense atmosphere. On his lap was your cat who was sporting a new collar. And was that gold?! âHow was your day, little one?â
âWe need to talk.â
âUh-oh,â Taehyung plainly commented, his hand absentmindedly playing with Jungkookâs hair. His carefree gesture was a complete contrast to the seriousness in his face. âI already donât like this.â
âPark Jimin, what did you do now?â Yoongi quipped, raising an eyebrow as he caught sight of the mentioned man entering the living room behind you. There was a teasing lilt in his voice, but the underlying concern was palpable.
Jimin smirked, holding your hand briefly when he passed you and sat down beside the quiet Namjoon. âNothing. I justâŚdried her hair.â
Jin shook his head, shooting the maknae line a look of disappointment. He just knew that they did something today. Afterall, he thought that the younger men didnât know the meaning of control and working in the shadows. He would talk to them later. They should have known how much of a flight risk you were. They were just banking on the kindness of your heart and how they used it to play with your conscience. It was that and Namjoon and Hoseokâs tactics that got you here, after all. They should all play smartly if they wanted this to last forever. And for now, making you happy was the way to that. He stood up and walked to you. He tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. Â âI heard from Hoseok that there is a cure. Is this about it, my love?â
âLetâs hear it then, noona,â Jungkook said with a smile on your face. It was a deceitful smile, you noted to yourself. How he could turn his playfulness and innocence on and off was terrifying, and the evidence of it was staring right at your face. You looked down and saw his bandaged hand from the breakdown from earlier.
Yoongi offered you an encouraging smile and you were only too thankful for his quiet support. You didnât think twice to sit when he tapped down the empty space beside him. âA-as you all know, my friendâs grandmother knows of a cure in the mountains-â
Taehyungâs sharp scoffed interrupted you. âYouâre tired of taking care of your mess when itâs only been a day?â His tone may be playful, but there was an edge to it.
You took a dee breath, âI know this is all difficult for all of us. But if she knows something, if there is even a small chance that there is really a cure, then shouldnât we go for it? If this can help-â
âHelp us?â Jimin interjected, his tone softer but laced with frustration. âHelp us how? By running off to the mountains while weâre all here struggling with these feelings?â
âAnd how will we even know that youâll come back to us?â Hoseok added, his anger bubbling to the surface. âWhat if you just leave?â he voiced the heavy question everyone in the room had been thinking about, not that they would let you, anyway.
The atmosphere grew tense, and you could feel the weight of their accusations pressing down on you. âIt isnât fair,â you retorted, your voice trembling slightly.
âWell, it was never fair to the seven of us,â Taehyung shot back, his tone sharp. âWe were minding our own business when your negligence caused us this situation. You are to blame, and all you want is to escape from it.â
You could no longer take all the blamings, you realized. You were not the only one to blame in this, right? You were just as victim as they were! And the oldest should also share the blame! âBut he knew!â
Seokjin blinked owlishly, attention now on him as you pointed your finger at him. âKnew what?â
âYou knew that that pink tumbler wasnât yours! You said so yourself that you knew it wasnât yours because yours had coffee in it! You knew and you kept on drinking!â
âAh, rightâ he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck as he offered sheepish looks at the other CEOs who were all looking at him with seriousness and disbelief in their eyes. âWhat? It was delicious, right?!â
âWell, yeah it was,â Yoongi approved, his voice low. He looked like he was already long done with this conversation with the way he was leaning against the backrest and you knew with just one push he would already be lying down and dozing off. However, his attention was still on you as he played with the strands of your hair.
âSo, if you are all blaming me, shouldnât you put blame on him, too? He offered you the drink knowing that it wasnât his! And he didnât tell you all!â
Jungkook nodded, completely agreeing at whatever you were saying as long as you kept talking. Your voice was melody to his ears, like a siren, he thought. If he was a cartoon, you were sure that heâd already have heart coming out of his eyes from the way he was looking at you. He was giggling like a child, his chin resting on his palm, his body turned to you. âYouâre right, noona. Itâs Jin hyungâs fault. We should kick him out of the house or exchange him for ice creamâŚSpeaking of! Whatâs your favorite flavor, my love?â
âFine! Then sue me! Arrest me! But lock me with her forever!â Seokjin exclaimed dramatically, throwing his hands in the air.
âSeokjin, for the love of all thatâs good-â
âI love it when you call me that,â he said with sincerity in his voice.
âI literally just called you your name!â you shot back in exasperation.
âYes. That. I love it.â
âOh my God, weâre getting off track!â You exclaimed in frustration. âThe cure. Itâs worth pursuing, donât you all think? Isnât that why Iâm here in the first place? To alleviate the effects of the love potion?â
You knew you had them when they looked at each other in silence. âAnd whatâs more alleviating than actually freeing us all from the effects of that potion?â you continued, your voice steady, determined. âIf we have a chance to break this spellâif we can find a way to return to our normal livesâshouldnât we take it?â
âYouâre not going alone. We are coming with you,â Kim Namjoon broke his silence for the first time that night. You couldnât help but notice the strain in his voice despite the firm way he delivered his demand, a telltale sign that he needed you now. It was already past seven, and he was the last one in the schedule. It was already way past his schedule, and he had been patient and enduring enough. He just knew that anytime now he would break. He opened his eyes, and his gaze locked onto yours, âTomorrow. We go to the mountains.â
Before anyone could respond, he stood up swiftly, his long legs carrying him away from the eruption of chaos and disagreement that erupted from his statement. The others began to voice their objections, a flurry of protests filling the room.
Yet, he never stopped.
âYou know you have to come to him, right, noona?â Jungkook said amidst the chaos. âNamjoon hyung is sufferingâŚâ
âHe has been patient,â Hoseok added, admiring the strength and resolved that their lead CEO had. âBut he needs you, too.â
The walk to his room was long despite the reasonable distance. It must have been because of the rapid beating of your heart as you walked to the unknown. The six of them all showed their dark side, the possessive, obsessive and jealous side that terrified you. You wondered what the last member would show you tonight.
But they were right.
Despite your fear and restlessness, you had to honor your responsibility with them.
Your knuckles had barely grazed his door when it opened from the inside, revealing the disheveled lead CEO.
Kim Namjoon was breathing hard despite the cool air inside his room. The usually composed lead CEO looked disheveled and visible exhausted. Beads of sweat were forming on his forehead, strands of his dark hair tousled as if his fingers had raked through them in frustration. He had already donned out his dark suit, his white and crisp shirt was unbuttoned. His muscular chest was glistening with sweat. Your eyes traced his form and found him barefooted.
This was as unmade as you ever witnessed him to be.
You were right, you realized. Kim Namjoon suffered the most today as he was the last one in the schedule. The way he was looking at you made it seemed like you were nothing to him but a prey, one that he had been desperately hunting the whole day. His silence only made you more tensed. "Namjoon," you began softly, concern evident in your voice as you stepped closer despite wanting to run away. "Are you alright?"
Instead of a reassuring answer, his demeanor shifted. His answer was pulling you inside his lair. His movements were quick. Desperate. Frantic. The sound of lock clicking loudly in the quiet of the room. This wasn't the controlled man you were accustomed toâthis was someone else entirely, someone driven by raw instinct and need.
Every step he took towards you was a step you took backwards. He was sauntering to you like a predator would, his movements slow and deliberate like someone who knew had you trapped. His muscles were tensed like he was barely holding onto his control. His eyes, usually so warm, now bore into you with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. You could feel the tension radiating from him, his body coiled like a spring about to snap. You had an inkling that he wasnât okay, but you never expected him to be this intense, this desperate.
"N-Namjoon, please," you stammered, your concern growing as his presence overwhelmed you, "Youâre not okay. Let me get some help, okay?"
He scoffed softly, a sound that dripped with frustration and desire. The truth was plain to seeâhe wasn't just physically spent; there was something deeper unsettling him, something that demanded your presence, your touch, as if you were the anchor he desperately needed.
He knew if he didnât have you in his arms in the next second, then he would truly lose it. He was desperate for you. And so, for the first time ever, he damned the consequences.
âTake off your clothes.â
âWhat?! No-â
âI need to feel your skin or I will fucking lose it, little one,â he gritted, his hands formed into fists in an attempt to ground him. He didnât want to scare you, that was the last thing he wanted.
But he was scaring himself. The dizzying need for you was terrifying him. Dark thoughts were swirling in his mind: all of them were of losing you. He didnât know what would happen if they lost you. He didnât know what they would be capable of if you had someone else.
The only thing that could calm him down was you. But you were stubborn, werenât you? He saw your eyes darted to the door behind him, assessing the probability that you could escape him. It wouldnât happen, he was certain. Not in the state he was in.
âDonât,â he whispered with a shake of his head. âDonât test me tonight, little one. I am barely holding it in.â
âYouâre scaring me,â you whispered in admittance, your eyes begging him to be sane, to at least reach the Namjoon inside him that knew this was a grey area.
He paused in front of you. he was breathing hard and his eyes seemed to be all dark. His voice was low as he explained his need for you and his promise that the two of you would only be sleeping.
Tonight, he claimed that you would be safe.
âI wonât ask again, little one,â he whispered as he looked down at you. âRemove your clothes and get on the bed.â
âAnd weâll just sleep?â
âYes.â
âYou promise?â
He nodded. What he didnât tell you was how he wasnât sure if you could still be safe from the monsters you woke up inside them tomorrow. But that was tomorrowâs problem.
His eyes followed your every reluctant movement as you walked near to his bed. This was all so sudden, and the darkness of the room didnât help you observe his personality that was reflected in his room. However, you were thankful for the darkness because it gave you the courage to do as he bade without the full weight of his gaze on you. Shadows danced across the walls and with a shaky breath, you finally sat on the edge of the bed, the sheets soft and inviting beneath you. The room, dimly lit by the soft glow of the moon filtering through the curtains, seemed to wrap around you like a comforting shroud. It was easier to let the shadows obscure your uncertainties.
You began to remove your shirt, your heart racing as you felt his eyes on you, the intensity palpable. The fabric slipped away, leaving you feeling vulnerable yet exhilarated.
âThe shorts, little one,â he ordered quietly, his eyes still on you as he shrugged of his white shirt. He raised his brows when a flicker of stubbornness crossed your face, a silent warning that he was at the very edge of a cliff. With shaky hands, you pushed off your shorts before quickly getting under his thick blanket, hiding your exposed skin from his eyes.
Your heard the buckle of his belt coming undone, and the sound of zipper following next was too loud in the silence of his room which made you shut your eyes closed. But the prolonged silence made you take a peek. And there he was. He was stalking to you, his muscular chest bared for your eyes, his thighs so thick and strong. The only thing he still had on was his black boxers that leave nothing to the imagination.
You shrieked when he got on the bed confidently and flipped the blanket to the side, baring your body to him, both his arms encasing you as he hovered above you.
âN-Namjââ your words left you when he settled his weight on you, every ridges and corners of his body was touching you. His nose was on your neck, breathing in your scent. His hands moved from the side of your head down to your wrist, and everything he touched left goosebumps on your skin. âDonât fight this,â he whispered as he pulled your wrist above your head and kept them prisoned there.
âY-you told me weâre just going to sleep,â you reminded him, your voice shaking slightly as you felt the heat radiating from Namjoonâs body. The tension in the air felt electric, and your heart raced.
âI told you. You are safe with me tonight.â
His hard member certainly did not make you feel safe. You could feel his hardness poking your stomach, and you were no saint to not know what it meant. You were certainly not that innocent to not be affected by this. You were embarrassed with how you could feel your arousal seeping to your underwear, and you hoped that he wouldnât notice.
You jumped when you felt his tongue swiped at the expanse of your neck. You were trying to free yourself away from his hold when he nipped at your skin, sucking at it hard enough to know that it was going to leave a mark. All the while, his hips were slowly thrusting to you as though he was barely holding onto his thin control.
âDo you not feel safe, little one?â he taunted, his voice deeper than you ever heard of him. He lifted his head from your neck, his dark eyes glinting with something akin to an animalistic desire to have you. âIs the pleasure too much for you?â he asked in faux concern before thrusting his clothed cock directly to your heat. And by heavens, a moan escaped you. âOr is it not enough?â
âF-fuck, Namjoon- please!â you gasped as his hand pinched your nipple over your bra. His lips hovered over yours, so impossibly close that you knew one wrong movement was enough to make yours touched his. His cock was brutal as he humped you.
âDonât you feel safe with the desires you are feeling?â he whispered directly to your ear, his hot breath leaving tingles down your spine. âDonât you feel safe with just one cock? Do you want me to call the six of them? I bet theyâd be happy to make you come. I know Yoongi does.â
âS-stop!â
He chuckled, his thrust stopping altogether. âLittle one, youâre free. You can push me anytime you want. But you donât want to, do you?â
It was only when he pointed it out that you realized he was no longer holding you down. In fact, he hadnât for a while. You were too drunk with the sinful desire and his primal need to be with you that you didnât notice that you had the choice to push him away.
And the horrifying realization that you deliberately didnât want him to stop came crashing in.
âDonât you just want to give in? I promiseâŚno one will know. Itâs just the two of us,â he whispered seductively, his breath warm against your skin. The way his words wrapped around you felt almost hypnotic, stirring something deep within. âTurn that mind off, darling. Youâre so fucking wet,â he growled sensually. âI can feel your wetness in my thighs. You deserve this, little one. You deserve to be worship. All you need to do is to move.â
Your heart raced at the intensity of his gaze, each word wrapping around you like a vice. There was a part of you that yearned to give in, to surrender to the pull between you.
And you did.
Your hips lifted slightly to meet his, and it was all he needed before he rutted on you, the control he had snapped like a twig when you took the first step. You could feel you were getting close, his movements were all unforgiving and sensual.
âSee?â he growled, his voice low and intense, sending shivers down your spine. âI just want to take care of you, little love. We all just want to give you all you desire.â He stepped closer, the heat radiating off him like a tangible force, drawing you in. âI told you. You are safe with me. But you arenât safe from your own desires.â
You could feel something hot, something with urgency. And it wasnât long until you shuddered, you trashed with your back arched. And just like clockwork, Namjoonâs warm essence spurted out and onto his boxers.
âThatâs it, little one. Good girl.â
And as he held your body in his arms that night, he lied awake with thoughts of how to keep you. You were so beautiful. And perfect for him. You were perfect for them. He was sure that all of his brothers were thinking of the same thing: how to keep you forever.
Day 4, morning
It didnât come as a surprise when he woke up and found you gone, nor did it come as a surprise when you couldnât meet his eyes when he came down early in the morning ready to leave for the mountains. Seokjin, ever the observant, noticed the tension between the two of you. Actually, it was more so from you as you tried your very best to stick with who you thought was the safest among the seven, Seokjin and Yoongi.
Seokjin, with his soft smile and easygoing charm, had managed to pull the wool over your eyes. How could you have known that Seokjin was a wolf in a sheepâs clothing while Yoongi was only patient until he wasnât? How could you have known that they were truly far from who you thought they were?
The maknae line were already waiting by the door, talking animatedly among themselves as though all of you were just going to the mountains for a fun fieldtrip and not for the love potion cure.
It was Hoseok that broke the silence, âHow was your sleep, little one?â
âG-good,â you stammered, your eyes lifting to meet the lead CEOâs gaze, only to find him already looking back at you with an intensity that made your heart race. You quickly looked down, feeling the heat rush to your cheeks. âL-letâs go? Itâs quite a far drive.â
You swallowed hard, trying to shake off the knot of tension in your stomach. The closer you got to the mountains, the more real the journey felt, and the more daunting the implications of finding a cure. You turned to Namjoon, who stood nearby, arms crossed and expression unreadable. âAre we ready?â
It took him a moment to answer, as though weighing your question with care, his eyes lingering on you in a way that felt too heavy for casual conversation. The air between you felt thick, charged with something unspoken, and the silence stretched on, longer than it should have. âAlways ready,â he replied, though the weight of his gaze suggested he had more on his mind than just the drive ahead.
You sat quietly the whole journey. The feeling of freedom was so near, yet the implications of what happened the past three days weighed down on you. You knew things could never go back the way it was. You knew you had to leave your job and move someplace else. Despite the possibility of a cure, you knew that everything that transpired was far more complex that a simple remedy couldnât fix.
You glanced around the van, taking in the familiar faces of the men who had turned your world upside down. This was probably one of the last times youâd be in their proximity, and that thought sent a shiver down your spine. You felt both relieved and terrified at the prospect.
It was as though Seokjin, the designated driver, could hear your thoughts. He glanced up into the rearview mirror and met your eyes, concern flickering in his expression. âYou okay back there?â he asked, his voice steady but laced with something deeper, an awareness of your internal struggle.
You offered a small smile, not quite reaching your eyes. âIâm good,â you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.
You looked down at the address your friend gave you. The mountains loomed in the distance; their imposing silhouettes framed by a clear blue sky. You could hear the faint rustle of leaves in the cool breeze, a stark contrast to the tension that had built up during the drive.
Namjoon was off to the side, deep in conversation with an elderly man. You couldnât help but catch snippets of their dialogueâwords like âcureâ and âlove potionâ floated through the air, drawing your attention. You watched as the man gestured toward a narrow, winding path leading deeper into the woods.
After a few moments, Namjoon turned back to you, a satisfied smile on his face. âWe have to walk. The car cannot pass through,â he shared the information with the group.
You nodded, feeling a mix of anxiety and excitement. âHow far is it?â
âNot too far, just a little hike,â he assured you, though his eyes held a glimmer of seriousness. âAre you ready?â
Taking a deep breath, you glanced at the rest of the group, who had gathered around. The maknae line looked eager, bouncing on their feet as if they were about to embark on a thrilling quest. Yoongi leaned against a tree, his expression contemplative, while Seokjin was busy checking the supplies they brought along.
âYeah, Iâm ready,â you replied, your voice steadier than you felt. âLetâs do this.â
It was almost an hour into the hike, and your little group was nearing the top when you saw it. âThat must be it,â Hoseok said, pointing excitedly at the small house perched on the summit. It looked quaint, surrounded by trees and flowers, with smoke curling from the chimney, hinting at warmth and life within. For a moment, the sight was sereneâpeaceful even. But there was something about it that made your skin prickle, a sense of wrongness you couldnât quite shake. The beauty of it felt... too perfect. Like an illusion meant to distract. A narrow pathway led to a flight of stairs, and just as you felt a rush of exhilaration, a pained gasp broke the tranquility.
You turned around to see Jungkook wincing, his hand clutching his ankle. âJungkook!â you exclaimed, rushing to his side. He was sitting on the ground, his face contorted in pain, his doe eyes looking up at you as though he was asking for help. Beside him, Jimin crouched down, his innocent-looking face betraying none of the tension in the air. He looked concerned, but there was something about the calmness in his expression that made you pauseâsomething about the way he was sitting too still, too perfectly for the situation at hand. How he hurt himself when the path was no longer steep like before, nor was the ground slippery was lost on you. You foolishly thought that you were out of the danger zone.
"Jungkook!" you repeated, kneeling beside him, your voice trembling with concern. "What happened?â
âI think I twisted it,â he admitted, his voice strained. âIt hurts so bad, noona. P-please stay with me.â
You blinked at his request, your heart aching at the sight of him so vulnerable, but a wave of doubt swept over you. You had to make a decision, and fast. The cure was still ahead of you, and the house at the summit was growing nearer with every step youâd taken. But now, Jungkook was down, and his injury looked serious.
You glanced around, unsure what to do. You could stay with him, of course, but you werenât the only one in the group, and there were others who might be able to help him. Maybe someone else should stay with him while you continued on to the house? Just as you were about to ask Taehyung, Namjoon stepped near you and interrupted your thoughts.
âStay with Jungkook,â Namjoon urged you, glancing back at the house. âWe can take care of the cure. Donât worry.â
You hesitated, torn between the urgency of reaching the house and your concern for Jungkook. His face was twisted in pain, and you felt a pang of guilt for even considering leaving him. But the reassuring nod from Seokjin was enough to convince you that the men could handle the cure without you.
âOkay,â you finally said, your voice steadying. âIâll stay here with Jungkook.â
As you knelt beside him, your focus solely on his ankle, you completely missed the meaningful look shared between Taehyung and Yoongi, a silent conversation that hinted at something more.
âJust take a deep breath, Jungkook,â you said, gently placing a hand on his knee. âLetâs see if we can wrap this up.â
The six men trudged up the pathway leading to the small house in companiable silence when Seokjin suddenly stopped, halting the progress of the six men following him. They were almost near the house that his sudden pause caused confusion to the maknae line. It was a moment before he turned to face the group.
âHyung?â Jimin asked, his brows furrowed. âWhatâs wrong?â
Seokjin and Yoongi shared a meaningful look, their jaws set in stone and expression serious. âTaehyung and Jimin, I think you should stay guard here,â he said, his voice low and firm.
âHyung, what if you need us there-â
Namjoon, who was quick to notice the peculiar seriousness in their eldest placed a reassuring hand on Taehyungâs shoulder and faced him. He flashed him a dimpled smile as though assuring him that everything was fine. âI think what hyung means is that this way, you can look out for little one and Jungkook.â
He tilted his head slightly, catching sight of you and Jungkook, a little ways down the path, peering curiously at the house.
âDonât worry, we can handle this,â Hoseok assured the two age-mate with his charm. He gave a playful nudge to Taehyung as he stepped past them, confidence radiating from his every move. âJust keep an eye out, okay?â
With that, Hoseok entered the house, the door creaking softly behind him. The rest of the older members followed, leaving the maknae line standing in the fading light.
You didnât have to wait long before the six of them descended the path, their expressions were mixed of triumph and satisfaction, and something that you couldnât quite pinpoint. It wasnât even that long when the six of them walked down to you. Yoongi led the way, a confident stride in his step, and in his hand was a small bottle filled with a shimmering pink liquid.
Your heart raced as you caught sight of it. âIs thatâ?â
âItâs the cure, little one,â he confirmed, holding it up to the light. The liquid sparkled, catching the sun in a way that made it almost mesmerizing, almost tantalizing, almost too hypnotic that you couldnât tear your eyes away from it.
You felt your heart leap in your chest. The weight of the world seemed to lift off your shoulders, and a wave of disbelief rushed through you. You could barely comprehend it, but there it was. âWeâre freeâŚâ you said with disbelief in your tone. You were too happy that you jumped up and hugged Jungkook. âI cannot believe it!â
âWell, almost, little one,â Namjoon said, his expression shifting to something more serious. âWeâll take it at home where we can safely observe the effects. We canât risk anything happening here.â
The words hit you like a splash of cold water. For a moment, the excitement faltered, and a small knot of worry tugged at your stomach. You had been so caught up in the euphoria of it all that you hadnât stopped to consider the reality of it. There were still risks, still unknowns.
âArenât you just a little too excited about leaving us, little one?â His words were offhanded, but there was an undercurrent of something else, something you couldnât quite place.
Your eyes darted to him, surprised by the sudden comment. Jiminâs gaze was still fixed on his nails, as though the conversation were of no consequence to him. But there was a subtle tension around him, something in his posture that didnât quite sit right.
Instead of dwelling too much in what he was enunciating, you decided to face Namjoon. âRight, of course,â you said, stepping back from Jungkook and if you noticed the reluctant way he let go of you, you didnât mention. You rationalized that they were still under the influence of the potion. You just had to hold on a little bit more.
Seokjin clapped his hands together, breaking the tension. âThen letâs get moving! The sooner weâre back, the sooner we can celebrate properly.â
The ride back to the civilization was filled with different vibes, it was quiet yet there was a profound peace within the group. This time, it was Jungkook who was driving while Taehyung was in the front seat with him. Seated next to you was Yoongi who was quietly contented in engulfing your hand in his, both your hands resting on his thighs. On your other side was Hoseok who was uncharacteristically quiet until he caught you looking at him.
âJ-Jin, this is a lot,â you said, your voice barely above a whisper as you took in the lavish spread laid out on the table. Plates piled high with vibrant dishes, each one more mouthwatering than the last, sparkled under the soft glow of the lights. It was hard to believe he had managed to prepare all this while looking like he just stepped off a magazine cover.
âI want to celebrate us,â Jin replied, his smile warm and genuine.
You blinked owlishly, caught off guard. Us? What did he mean by that?
âYou know, how weâŚsurvived this.â His eyes sparkled with sincerity, but confusion washed over you. You opened your mouth to ask him to elaborate, to clarify what âusâ really meant, when suddenly, Taehyung appeared beside you. He leaned in so close that his lips almost brushed your ear, his voice teasingly conspiratorial.
âHyung is so dramatic. He wants to do a big toast before drinking the cure.â
You missed the look the two men shared over your head when Jimin walked in and tugged you to sit next to him and Yoongi. âCome on, little one. Iâm starving.â
One by one, the four other men took their seats around the beautifully set table. Directly across from you was Taehyung who was watching you intently, and beside him were Hoseok and Jungkook. On the other end of the table was Namjoon, manspreading like a king sitting in his throne. Seokjin moved gracefully around the table, setting down seven glasses that glinted like jewels, each filled with the pink liquid of the cure slushing around with every step. Your breath caught slightly as he approached, and when he stopped behind you, leaning down close, a shiver ran through you.
âAnd of course, for the lady. Only the best of wines,â he whispered, his breath warm against your ear, leaving goosebumps in its wake. You turned slightly, catching a glimpse of his serious and dark expression before he straightened, and just like that, he transformed it into a sweet smile that lit up the room. You wondered if it was just the light playing tricks on you.
âHyung, ready for the toast?â Jungkook asked, his eyes on you even as he directed his question to Namjoon.
âI think it should be our little one that we ask,â Yoongi spoke for the first time that night, his tone unexpectedly serious. He turned to you, his eyes piercing through the moment, as if trying to read your thoughts. âAre you ready for what comes next?â
You felt a knot form in your stomach, a mixture of excitement and anxiety churning inside you. âAre you ready⌠for the rest of your life, love?â Taehyung voiced, his expression uncharacteristically solemn as he toyed with his glass, tracing the rim with his fingertip.
You blinked owlishly, wondering why there were too many questions from them as though they were asking something else. But they werenât, right? They werenât implying anything more, were they?
You wanted your old life back.
You wanted your freedom back.
With a steadying breath, you raised your glass of wine, a quiet resolve settling over you. âTo our freedom,â you declared, your voice clear despite the whirlwind of emotions.
Namjoon smirked, a fondness in his eyes as he confidently raised his glass in response. âTo you, little one.â
âTo us,â Seokjin added, his voice warm as he joined the toast, and one by one, the others followed suit.
You all drank to the last sip of your drinks, the sweet, fruity flavor of the wine lingering on your tongue. Seokjinâs gaze remained fixed on you, his watchful eyes never leaving your face as he set down his empty glass. There was an intensity in his stare, an unspoken question hanging in the air, as if he were waiting for something to unfold.
And he waited.
And waited.
Until it happened.
You felt the warmth of the wine spreading through your body, a comforting buzz that made everything feel lighter, more vibrant. But in the back of your mind, there was a nagging sensation, a whisper that something wasnât quite right. The room began to tilt slightly, chatter of the CEOs was fading into a soft murmur. âS-somethingâs not right,â you whispered, turning to your ever dependable Yoongi, the one who never put you down.
Your hand was clutching his sleeves, yet he paid you no mind. You swallowed hard, feeling the weight of the liquid in you, and that nagging sensation began to twist in your gut. The wineâwas it the wine? The warmth, the lightness, the almost too comfortable feeling that was settling into your bonesâhad it been too easy? Too perfect?
âW- what was in t-that w-wine?â You asked shakily, barely a whisper, your eyes finding Seokjinâs apathetic ones.
He waited.
âSeokjinâŚâ you breathed out, your voice barely a whisper, as the fear settled in your chest like a stone.
He didnât answer. Instead, he simply stared at you, his expression unreadable as his fingers lightly drummed against the table, almost too casual, too relaxed.
The realization hit you like a gut punch: This wasnât a celebration. This was a trap.
Your vision blurred, and you struggled to focus, the faces of Jungkook, Taehyung, Hoseok, and Namjoon becoming indistinct. Slowly, your world faded to black.
The seven men watched you as Yoongi wrapped his arm around you, securing your head to his shoulder as though he didnât do anything.
âWhy⌠why would you do that, hyung?â Jungkook asked, his voice a mix of confusion and disbelief, eyes wide with shock as he processed the scene.
Yoongi remained focused on you, his other hand gently caressing your face, a gesture of comfort that felt surreal. It was Seokjin, however, who broke the silence, his voice calm and measured as he quietly sliced his food. âShe was going to leave us.â
Taehyungâs shock morphed into something deeper, worry etching lines on his forehead as he glanced between the two of them. âWe canât just keep her here!â
âShe belongs with us,â Seokjin replied softly, an edge of finality in his tone as he continued to slice his food, unbothered by the tension brewing around him.
âBut there is a cureââ Jungkook started, his voice rising in protest.
âThere is no cure, Jungkook,â Namjoon interjected smoothly, his form relaxed as he poured himself a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid swirling in the glass like a tempest. âThereâs no cure because we arenât sick.â
âThe hyungs are right, Kookie,â Jimin said, his expression softening as he held your hand close to his face, as if trying to draw strength from your presence. âWe just love her so much.â
âAnd now, sheâll love us too just as much,â Hoseok smirked, his gaze darting to the wine you had drunk.
A phone beeping continuously rose Seokjin from his slumber. His eyes fluttered open, and he looked down to find you snuggled peacefully in his arms, your face nestled against his chest. On your other side, Jimin had draped his leg over you, a content smile gracing his lips in his sleep. It was only four in the morning, yet the incessant beeping of your phone pierced the quiet.
You must have been too exhausted to not notice, he noted. Of course, why wouldnât you be when the seven men showed you just how much they loved you. And this time, you were only too enthusiastic to show them how much you adored them. With a sigh, he reached for your phone and opened your messages, curiosity piquing as he scrolled through the frantic texts.
You have to get out of there, Y/N. The effect of the love potion only lasts for 60 hours!
Y/N, honey, Iâm fucking serious. The potion wonât even be effective if they have no feelings for you.
These men are insane. They know you before this, Y/N. Youâre in danger there!
Where are you?
Seokjin scoffed, irritation bubbling up within him. He glanced down at your serene expression, blissfully unaware of the turmoil outside this moment. With a few quick taps, he deleted the messages, each one disappearing like smoke. You didnât need to know.
It didnât matter how you got here because you were here now.
And they would never, ever let you leave. As you nestled deeper into his side, he pressed a gentle kiss to the crown of your head, determination flaring within him. They would make you see that this was where you belonged, that you were one of them now. There would be no turning back.
More so now that they had access to that love potion. With just a few drops, they could weave the very fabric of your feelings, ensuring you remained anchored to them. They tasted heaven with you. What fool would let that go?
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picture you. lando norris
â a particularly lovely day spent in london with your beloved boyfriend. plus, you canât get enough of each other. â
lando norris x reader
a warning â smut. 18+! minors dni. crude language, alcohol consumption, mentions of food.
The first thing you could smell was the traitorous scent of a freshly-brewed coffee that morning. He was sitting at the little table that you had always thought never fit the overall aesthetic of the kitchen.
He was typing on a laptop when you entered. âLando,â you murmured. He looked up, and even when trying to scold him, your heart skipped a beat when he pushed up those glasses that made him ridiculously good looking. âHmm?â
âI thought we agreed to stop the coffees for a while, didnât your trainer suggest itâs better for your nervous systemâŚ?â Suddenly you were shy. But the feeling soon dissipated when his mouth moved from sipping the drink to a smirk. âBabe.â You could tell he felt a little guilty, though, and he tried to hide it by looking back at his laptop.
You shook your head as you moved around him to look out the window. Early mornings in London were your favourite; it was the first time that he had come to stay at your place and not his during a break. You could hear the neighbourâs kids playing outside, revelling in their Saturday morning.
You turned to watch him crack his knuckles as he poured over what looked like a lengthy email. He started chatting about something and you sort of tuned out, watching him flex each finger. When he stretched out his hands, something made your stomach flutter.
The coffee did indeed smell good, and you ended up taking the mug from him, your fingertips brushing lightly. Even after months of knowing him, you still blushed like a kid when he looked at you. You took a sip and set it back down on the table.
âAre you hungry? I could make you-â
He was looking at you over the edge of his laptop.
You shook your head. âNo thanks.â The thought of Lando Norris standing there in your kitchen making you eggs and toast was too much to bear.
He watched as you boosted yourself onto the kitchen counter. âYouâre so funny,â he murmured and you shot him a look before pulling out your phone.
âI love the view out of the window.â
You looked up (as if it hadnât been the background to your entire childhood) and looked at him, nodding. âThe best view of the house,â you smiled.
âI donât think so,â he was getting up to run a hand up your leg and you pushed him away, giggling. âYouâre awful. Whatâs your plan for today?â You ask.
âNot much. Emails. Then gym at 4.â
You found yourself gazing at him again and zoned back in when he called your name again. âSorry?â You blushed a little.
âI wanted to ask if you wanted to do anything today if youâre not busy.â
âOh.â You paused. âI wanted to go grocery shopping. But thatâs probably boring for you.â You let out a little giggle at his face. He always looked so endearing when you thought you were being boring.
âAny Saturday spent with you is never boring.â He was giggling and you swatted his chest as you walked past. âCalm it.â
He grabbed you. âHey,â he whispered, arms wrapping around your waist. You smiled at him. âHey,â you replied softly. His lips pressed against yours and you melted a little. âLetâs go do your boring grocery shopping,â he joked and picked up the car keys. You ran to change out of your pajamas.
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You put on an Otis Redding album, murmuring along before you were at the local Tesco. You picked up a basket and he linked his arm through yours.
As Lando was checking through the different options of sugar-free peanut butter, you got on your tiptoes to pick the jar of crunchy peanut butter off the shelf. His hand rested on your lower back as he reached for it.
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You were curled up on the couch as he kept on sighing with the emails. You paused your TikTok scrolling. âWhatâs up?â
âThese people are fucking crazy.â He sighed and shut it closed.
You laughed and he did too. He wrapped his arms around you. You could hear the dog barking next door.
âHave I ever told youâŚâ he began kissing your cheek. He was kissing your neck now and you were curling into his touch. âHmm?â You said, absentmindedly, and he laughed against your neck. âStop zoning out.â
âI canât help it!â You protested. âYou make my mind go blank when you start looking at me like that.â
He took that as a very big compliment and started pulling you into his lap.
You were interrupted by a knock on the door and you pulled back, staring at him quizzically.
âFuck. Nutritionist.â
You flicked his ear and laughed when he pulled you up from the couch and kissed you deeply. You pushed him away.
â˛ď¸đŤđľđš
A few hours later, you were standing in the bar with him and sniffling along to the singer. He was singing along, quietly, like everyone else with a beer in hand, and he was standing behind you with his arms wrapped around your shoulders. Two friends had invited you last minute and you had ditched the night in to come and support this upcoming band.
âLove you,â he whispered and you leaned up to kiss him.
The singer pointed at the two of you and you both smiled wide.
â˛ď¸đŤđľđš
In the car on the way home, you pointed out the lipstick that stained the top of the collar of his shirt. He grinned.
â˛ď¸đŤđľđš
He was pushing you against the wall and you were protesting, making him lock the front door and take you out of view from the glass panel. Rain was beginning to patter against the windows and you shivered deliciously as he ran a hand up your shirt.
âCan I make it up to you for this afternoon?â He murmured, head burying into your neck, and you were muttering something stupid, nodding, and his hand was running under your skirt and he grasped the lacy edge of your underwear on your hip, his hands warm and his heart beating fast.
His lips were pressing against yours and your bodies were moving fluidly, in sync, his touch earth-shattering.
Leading you to your bedroom, he pushed you back against the sheets, your hair fanning out, contrasting the crisp white.
Sliding off your skirt and your underwear, his eyes were dark, a cheeky grin on his face before his lips pressed against your lower stomach, then to your thighs, and the cocktails were making you grip his hair and shove his face in between your legs. He moaned at the rough action, and your heart dropped hearing the vibration against your pussy.
âPretty,â he murmured before he was groaning about how wet you were and you might have been on fire the way his tongue was moving.
âJust⌠there.â You gasped and whimpered and you were on the edge of the precipice before he was gone, and you took a deep breath, prepared to beg.
He moved up again and he was kissing you; you could taste yourself on his tongue and you were helping him take off his jeans, and his underwear, and you took his hard cock in your hands, swiping at your pussy before grasping him, up and down. When he felt your arousal on his cock he let out a loud moan, and you wanted him so desperately you might have sacrificed anything.
âBaby,â you murmured, and his hips were moving before you went let go and get on your knees; he was moving you into his lap and he met your entrance. You moaned, and he was bouncing you up and down on his cock.
âOh, you feel so good,â he sighed, and you were agreeing loudly before you felt that familiar tightness in your stomach and you were all open mouths and whispering wildly dirty things before he was murmuring for you to come and you obliged, falling apart on top of him as his finger went to meet your clit, and you wriggled with nearly too much pleasure. Then his breath was faltering, and his hips were slowing, and you felt him come inside you, moaning into his ear as his big hands gripped your shoulders.
He kissed you, pulling you into him. âLove you, baby.â He whispered, and you were giggling, out of breath.
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The coffee machine was the first thing you went for the next morning, and as he appeared in the doorway of the homely kitchen with a stupid little look of strictness on his face you laughed out loud, offering him his cappuccino, a peace offering.
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Secrets | Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader
A/N: There are no reader descriptions! Reader can be Daleâs adoptive daughter.
Over the course of the few months that the apocalypse had been in full swing, you had heard the phrase âIâd rather get eaten by a walkerâ too many times to keep track of. You had not been inclined to use said phrase due to the fact that it had not been needed to be said.
Up until now. You would much rather become food for the dead than have to live through your current predicament.
Despite your more than grown age, your dad still had a tendency to meddle in your love life. It seemed as if though nobody would ever be enough for his baby girl. And by the situation he had found his baby girl in, you were surprised he did not have a heart attack on the spot. No father ever wanted to see his daughter in the midst of a deep, heavy make out session with their boyfriend, especially not if their daughter was keeping the relationship a secret, so the father did not even know about it.
Admittedly, your dad finding out about your relatively recent relationship with the crossbow-wielding archer had not been ideal at all. You knew he would find out eventually, but you figured you would be the one to tell him, not that he would just walk into your tent on the Greeneâs property and find you on the huntsmanâs lap, with Darylâs tongue shoved deeply into your mouth as his hands trailed up and down underneath your shirt.
Dale Horvath was a good man with good morals and principles, but you were worried that all of that could potentially fly out the window in favour of murdering the younger Dixon brother.
You picked at your nails as you anxiously awaited for your dad and partner to emerge from the solitude of the beloved RV. Dale had sternly told Daryl that the two of them needed to talkâafter he chewed you out for keeping the relationship a secret in the first placeâand they had disappeared into the mobile home. That had been a good ten minutes ago, and you were beginning to think that Daryl was indeed dead, and your dad was only trying to think of a way to sneak the body out without anybody seeing him.
As if hearing the inner turmoil in your head, Daryl finally reemerged from the RV, a neutral expression on his face. His eyes locked on yours and he began making his way over to where you sat on one of the chairs in the campsite, fiddling with what appeared to be a box in his large hands.
âYouâre alive,â you voiced through a sigh of relief. âI was beginning to think he would murder you.â
Unwillingly, a small chuckle left the archerâs mouth. âFelt like it at times. Honestly, I wouldâa preferred kickinâ the bucket over that awkward as fuck conversation. But I survived.â
âYou survived.â You got up from the chair and walked forward to embrace your partner, but stopped when you noticed your dad watching the two of you from the doorway of the RV. âSo howâd it go?â
Daryl shrugged. âAs well as can be expected. Got the usual talk.â
âThe usual talk?â
âYâknow, threatsâa beinâ murdered if I ever broke yer heart, that heâll cut my balls off if I ever so much as think of another woman. Oh, and to âbe safeâ.â For added emphasis, he lifted the box he had been shielding from your view with his large hands, showing you the clear-as-day logo of a well-known condom brand. âSaid he ainât ready to be a grandpa yet.â
âOh my god,â you muttered and shook your head, trying your best to keep your embarrassment at bay. âWhy does he even have a box of those?â
Daryl knew that was a rhetorical question, but he provided you with an answer regardless. âApparently, sâone of Glennâs boxes, but yer olâ man reckoned we needed it more.â
You ducked your head in embarrassment. âIâm sorry about him. Heââ
âSâfine,â he waved you off with a small, lopsided smile. âAinât nothinâ I couldnât handle.â
You breathed a sigh of relief and nodded. âOkay.â
A few beats of awkward silence passed. Daryl cleared his throat and looked down at the box of condoms in his hands. âSo⌠should I put this away for future use or are we puttinâ oneâa these suckers to use right now?â he asked jokingly, attempting to lighten the mood.
That made you laugh. You shook your head with a radiant smile. âYouâre something else, you know that?â
âMâchoosinâ to see that as a compliment.â
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OPLA men - I licked it so it's mine
Shanks / Mihawk / Zoro / Sanji x Reader
this is @justnerdystuffs' fault idea with a little twist here and there and it has been sitting in my drafts for ages đŤŁ
Warnings: implied mutual pining, idiots (all of them), fluff, kissing, implied relationship afterwards and other stuff , height difference, not proofread (I just wanted to finish something finally đđ¤§)
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It's been weeks since you have had a decent meal.
After such a long time, you finally landed on an island with a nice-looking bar where the rest of the crew could celebrate whatever excuse they could come up with for drinking and partying. You couldn't care less at the moment.
You had half the menu ordered, knowing full well some of the guys would join in on the feast whether you invited them or not. And that was fine, really, until they tried to take a bite of your steak. Roux was indeed lucky not to lose a hand.
However, your dearest captain had no such self-preservation instincts. You were on very good terms with the man, Shanks was easy to get along with, but he could be such a child sometimes.
He was sitting right next to you and he moved in the moment you turned your head in the other direction to look at some stunt Yasopp was trying to pull. You turned back just in time at the sound of the fork being stabbed into meat.
You moved fast, but not fast enough. The red-haired manchild took the last piece of your steak and quickly licked it from bottom to top, grinning at you with sauce staining his cheek right from under his scars all the way to his chin.
"Sorry, sweetheart. I licked it so it's mine."
From the other side of the table Ben was watching the scene in morbid fascination, ready to save his captain from certain death once again and he didn't like the sinister grin slowly pulling at your lips.
"Hmm," you leaned closer as Shanks put down the food on his plate, reaching for a napkin to wipe his face before you grabbed his hand, yanked him closer, gripping his chin in your other hand, you slowly licked the sauce off the side of his face before you pulled away and smirked at him as you claimed, "I guess that means you are mine now."
The room turned silent, all eyes on you two, as Shanks regarded you with a strange expression, and Ben stood still right where he jumped up when you launched for the captain, while you just stared at the man before you with slowly widening eyes as you just realised what you have done.
Before you could pull further away, Shanks quickly lifted you from your chair, making it tumble back as he pulled you into his lap with his smile quickly returning but with a new warmth to it, and you already knew you were in trouble before you heard what he had to say.
"Yours, huh?" he asked, cupping your cheek gently as he leaned in impossibly close, playfully nudging your nose with his and whispered, "I think I like the sound of that."
Steak forgotten, the crew's cheering ignored, you kissed the grinning idiot and you could't help but smile into the kiss too.
Ben in the background collapsed back into his chair, grabbed a large bottle of rum, and took a big gulp, already dreading what these two will put him through together.
You didn't know how Shanks convinced the swordsman to stay for the celebration but you were having fun watching your captain get on his nerves and when you saw the opportunity to join in that fun, you just had to do it.
There was no shortage of alcohol but Dracule Mihawk has a certain taste and you knew he would go for the good stuff, so you acted as soon as he got up from his seat from next to Shanks.
You took your time to pour out the remaining wine from the last, almost empty bottle and waited until the warlord got close enough that you could tease him without too many witnesses.
He towered over you somewhat menacingly, slightly raising his eyebrows expectantly as his gaze travelled down to the glass in your hand and back to your face in a meaningful motion. You were not intimidated in the slightest though.
On the contrary, you faked innocence as you mimicked his gesture before locking your gaze with his and letting your lips pull up into a little smirk then you lifted the glass and slowly dragged your tongue around the edge of it.
"I licked it so it's mine." you stated cheerfully and shrugged at his almost unperceivable widened eyes that betrayed his surprise or anger. Definitely disbelief, you decided.
Following a tense silence, a rare smile graced his lips, and you stopped breathing for a moment as he leaned in closer.Â
"Is that right?" he murmured. His usually bored tone a mix between amusement, mocking and challenge.
Mihawk didnât wait for your response but took a hold of your chin and smashed his lips against yours just as you gasped, and he took the opportunity to immediately deepen the kiss and lick into your mouth, letting you taste the wine he has been drinking throughout the night and you had no opportunity to sample because you dropped the glass as soon as his lips touched yours.
He didn't seem bothered by the pricey drink going to waste or you knocking down his hat as you desperately reached out and hang onto him by his nape while you tried to keep up with his maddening, passionate, slow, seductive kiss that made you feel like the room was spinning around you.
He pulled away just as abruptly as he started the kiss but he didn't let you go while he regarded you with a smug expression.
"I believe that makes you mine." When you failed to reply, he faked thinking about it for a second, then his smirk returned and he added, âHmm. Perhaps Iâll have to be more thorough with my claiming.â before capturing your lips again and lifting you up into his arms to take you away somewhere private to make good on his promise.
Luffy claimed most of the food as you sat down, and he did it in the most disgusting but interesting way possible. He stretched his tongue out and licked over all the plates at his half of the table, grinning as he yelled excitedly, "I licked it! So it's mine!"
A moment of horror passed then everyone dug into (the safe part of) the feast. Everyone, except the green haired menace next to you.
Zoro collected both bottles of wine to himself opening them and storing them on his other side, even though he knew that was the only drink you'd find acceptable and it was pretty much all the same to him as long as it had alcohol in it.
He didn't react to you theatrically clearing your throat as you turned to him so you kicked his leg with a force that made him jump up a little.
He looked at you with surprise that quickly turned into annoyance then a wordless challenge. When the silent staredown didn't end with his win he sighed and reached for both bottles, and he extended one of them towards you but pulled back before you could grab it and went to lick over that bottle opening and then the other. Smiling at you in triumph as he said,
"Heard the captain. Rules are rules!"
Huffing at the audacity, you waited until he raised a bottle to his lips and hit the bottom, tipping it so he would spill the wine on himself.
He stood abruptly, making the chair almost fall over as you laughed.
The others' only reaction was a look in your way, they were used to your antics by now, they expected a fight as soon as you sat down beside the ex pirate hunter.
What no one, including you saw coming was your next move. Your eyes followed the droplets of wine dripping down Zoro's neck as he tried to dry his shirt with a napkin. It was all in vain, the fabric was soaked through.
You blinked a few times, trying to gather some sense into you, and obviously failing as you batted away his hands, produced a knife and slit his shirt open in a flash. Then, as you stood up you licked over his toned abdomen and chest, all the way up to his jaw before biting him teasingly there.
He blinked rapidly, taking in a staggering breath as he looked down at you, fixing his gaze on your now wine red lips. You licked them to savour the taste then you took the other bottle, sauntered over to the door and paused, looking back at Zoro with a challenging eyebrow raise before you left.
"Huh," was all he said before he followed you to your room.
You narrowed your eyes at Sanji, eyeing him with growing annoyance as he ate the rare bite-sized food that was gifted to you as the last creation of the chef who the cook obsessed over for the entire week. He moaned and swooned over the taste as you clenched your teeth together, trying to come up with an appropriate revenge.
Sanji looked at you with innocent eyes, smiling sweetly as he ased, "What?"
You looked down at the empty plate pointedly and then back at the thief just in time to see him shrug. "You know the rule, I licked it so it's mine."
Your body moved before you could think it through, grasping his chin with one hand, brushing away his hair from his face and grabbing him by the back of his head with your other hand as you quickly licked the side of his face and pushed him back a little as you stepped back. There, the gesture says.
Waiting for his disgusted reaction, you started to grin, satisfied with your little revenge for now, at least for a moment or so because he didn't react how you thought at all.
He seemed to be frozen in place except for his slowly widening eyes, then he gasped, giggled, and turned to you with a grin, exclaiming loudly that, "I'm yours now, no takebacks!"
You huffed at the ridiculous train of thought and turned to leave but he hugged you from behind, nuzzling into your neck, arms circling around your waist and you couldn't help but smile as you sighed dramatically but placed your hands on his, letting him pull you into an even tighter embrace that you would be trapped in for a while.
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W O N D E R L A N D
(Astrology/Asteroids Observations) ââââââââââââââââââââââ
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â¤ď¸ - Asteroid Salome (562) in signs and their seductive trait:
Aries Salome - Their aura âŚď¸
Taurus Salome - Their sensuality đ¨
Gemini Salome - Their voice đ
Cancer Salome - Their energy đŤ§
Leo Salome - Their power đť
Virgo Salome - Their naturalness đŚŠ
Libra Salome - Their beauty đş
Scorpio Salome - Their sexual appeal đ
Sagittarius Salome - Their spirit đ
Capricorn Salome - Their presence đ
Aquarius Salome - Their uniqueness â¨
Pisces Salome - Their love đ
đ¤ - Venus in Pisces/Venus in the 12th house (Venus in Pisces Degrees 12°, 24°) > Their love is so sweet and caring, these natives will make you their everything
â¤ď¸ - Venus in Capricorn/Venus in the 10th house (Venus in Capricorn Degrees 10°, 22°) > They appreciate true honesty and loyalty in their relationships and they expect the same thing back
đ¤ - Venus in Aries/Venus in the 1st house (Venus in Aries Degrees 1°, 13°, 25°) > Their beauty is within them and you can see that from a mile away, their energy can be felt everywhere
â¤ď¸ - Sun/Neptune or Moon in the 12th house can make the native to have weird dreams sometimes, one thing is clear, always pay attention to your dreams
đ¤ - Leo Placements especially Leo Saturn and Leo Moon/Leo Sun love to get their recognition/to be recognized for the things they had done
â¤ď¸ - Virgo Venus / Virgo Mars and those Virgo in the in the 6th or 8th house can indicate a love for being nurtured by their partners
đ¤ - Asteroid Bless (92891) mini - observations
Bless in the 4th house can be blessed with a good family (ofc with good aspects and placements), blessed with ancestry/ancestors
Bless in the 10th house are blessed in their career/job/ blessed by the world and environment
Bless in the 2nd house can be blessed financially/worthy
Bless conjuncting the north node can give a blessed life path/life lesson
Bless aspecting Saturn, the blessings may come slower but they will be better for you 2x
Bless in the 11th house can be blessed with their friendships and social circles
Bless aspecting Juno (3) can be blessed with a good marriage/relationship
â¤ď¸ - Part of Fortune in 8th house or Scorpio can be lucky at money since the 8th house and Scorpio rule over legacy
đ¤ - Mars aspecting Mercury can be easily provoked or prone to have a nasty comeback in talking when someone talks bad about them
â¤ď¸ - Pisces/Capricorn/Virgo and Aquarius Risings can often have dark circles around their eyes usually for the lack of sleep and their 12th house being ruled by dynamic planets
đ¤ - Your 2nd house can indicate how picky your are with food, Libra, Virgo and Pisces in the 2nd house are definitely very picky!
Capricorn/Cancer or Aquarius in the 2nd house have chances to become vegan or healthy eaters
Gemini or Scorpio/Sagittarius in the 2nd house may like seasoning food
Taurus in the 2nd house is the biggest foodie out here, they adore to eat
Aries or Leo in the 2nd house may like spicy food
â¤ď¸ - Sun at 0° degrees is indeed very rare and it happens when 2 signs change the seasons, the Sun at 0° indicates a new cycle and most times a newborn soul
đ¤ - Sagittarius/Aquarius Chiron or Lilith (h12) > Fighting for freedom definition, fighting for their values and worth and their beliefs
â¤ď¸ - Capricorn Chiron or Lilith (h12) always fought to have their place in the society, when their rebellious nature some of these natives were raised around strict people
đ¤ - I read somewhere that Lilith can indicate your subconscious fear/s, there was a thing about Lilith in the water signs being scared of water sources like being drowned, pulled in the water, dark water/maybe even animals from ocean/sea like sharks etc..
â¤ď¸ - Venus/Jupiter in the 9th house can be beneficial house for marrying/lucky in marriage (relationships)
đ¤ - Sun or Pluto in the 8th house can be attracted to occult/magic/witchcraft and tarot/astrology too (Neptune as well)
â¤ď¸ - Jupiter square or opposite Lilith (h12) always think 'bout sex or naughty things even when is mkt the best moment to do it
đ¤ - Pluto in the 11th & 7th house can get envy from others because of their friends/relations with other people that may be influential
â¤ď¸ - Venus/Moon and Juno in the 10th house love to buy gifts for their loved ones as a love sign of them, gifting/spoiling
đ¤ - Synastry observation: Are you curious if your specific person sees you as spouse/husband/wife material? Check if their Juno aspects your ascendant and vice versa
â¤ď¸ - Synastry observation: If they have their Venus in the same sign as your Moon you'll get along with each other very easily
đ¤ - Asteroid Helena (101) and your beauty aura
Helena in Fire signs, are like wild fire in a desert, striking, hot, impressive
Helena in Earth Signs, are embodying purity and beauty with sensuality as their love sign, making the perfect match
Helena in Water Signs are hypotonic, they radiate like the ocean waves in the summer, dangerous but beautiful
Helena in Air Signs feel like the first breath, their beauty resembling a muse and their artistic side striking in
â¤ď¸ - Moon aspecting Neptune can listen to chilling music while trying to sleep or either ASMR because that can help them to sleep better
đ¤ - Sometimes Saturn in the 2nd house can indicate a strict diet for keeping their body safe and healthy
â¤ď¸ - Asteroid Juno (3) aspecting asteroid Thalia (23) mini observations (sextile/trine/conjunction)
The spouse will make you definitely to laugh a lot
Cherish spouse/relationship
Good humour in the relationship/marriage ) laying on the floor whole laughing relationship)
Making each other to laugh randomly
Spouse making your day better with their humour
đ¤ - Saturn in Scorpio/8th house can have a fear of intimacy, or fear of being judged by their lovers, which can lead them to being anxious
â¤ď¸ - 10th and 2nd house placements love shopping đđď¸, buying everything they can
đ¤ - Saturn in Virgo/6th house can't focus on anything if their environment or place is dirty, they'll spend all day to clean or to make it home welcoming to their own place
â¤ď¸ - Chiron in the 1st house or aspecting ascendant tends to compare themselves with other and HONEY don't ever do that! The purpose of this placement is to heal not to damage it!! So never do that
đ¤ - Asteroid Groom (5129) aspecting Chiron > The spouse can either heal you or you can heal them ( healing eachother) otherwise this aspect shows me a spouse who has been hurt
â¤ď¸ - 2nd house placements together with Cancer and Taurus placements may like/enjoy cooking
đ¤ - Pisces/Gemini and Scorpio Moons can have a tendency to listen to sad songs more than usual, it's their mood
â¤ď¸ - Venus aspecting Sun (all aspects) have a charming presence, their beauty is very luxurious and they shine always
đ¤ - Jupiter trine ascendant gives the native a lucky charm in their appearance/looking even their presence is felt as powerful
â¤ď¸ - Venus/Libra or Taurus in the 4th house > Their home brings peace to them, they radiate Venus vibes in their home and can often decorate it aesthetically or artistically
đ¤ - Some "mini - observations" about asteroid Ceres (1)
Ceres in Libra can indicate you need to nurture yourself especially when it comes to your beauty - don't doubt yourself
Ceres in the 4th house can have a nurturing/peaceful home and radiates purity also powerful ancestos
Ceres in Sagittarius Degrees 9°, 21° or Ceres in Sagittarius, the native likes to have their own freedom of soul and peace of mind
Ceres in Scorpio or in Scorpio Degrees 8°, 20°, placement gives a deep nurturing when it comes to sex and intimacy
Ceres in Aquarius or in the 11th house can be nurtured by their friends or vice versa, their find comfort and peace in their friendships
â¤ď¸ - Mercury aspecting Venus (all aspects) give the native a comforting voice, their voice is so pleasent to hear
đ¤ - Midhaven In Libra/Taurus or Pisces can indicate working in a artistic field or having their degree on your midheaven
Libra Degrees 7°, 19°
Taurus Degrees 2°, 14°, 26°
Pisces Degrees 12°, 24°
â¤ď¸ - Capricorn Sun/Moon/Rising, one thing if you have one of those placements is PATIENCE đ I know..I know...things come with the time if you have these placements
đ¤ - Saturn in the 12th house/Capricorn in the 12th house makes the native to be always tired somehow, from lack of sleep
â¤ď¸ - Lilith (h13 or h12) aspecting Saturn (especially conjunction) - Beware of the threats that may lead you to descend into hidden fears, phobias, and insecurities. This aspect also signifies the dissolution of karmic habits. (Saturn conjunct Lilith is particularly a powerful yet destructive karmic position)
đ¤ - Some "mini - observations" if you have Lilith (h12) or true Lilith (h13) aspecting the Midheaven (MC) :
You can be seen as a sex symbol/seductive to the public
You can be seen as "dangerous" just for the the fact that you're different
You can attract jealous people along the way in your job/workplace/career
You can attract people's attention very easily/the energy of your midhaven
Your energy can come off as mischievous
People can gossip or talk a lot behind your back/being too much interested in you
â¤ď¸ Another post in the pre-making to come for y'all đđźđđźđđź â¤ď¸Ay ay ay! I just saw how long this post is...𫡠â¤ď¸đđź Enjoy life as much as you can!!
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i just want you to take me where your heart is
a diluc ragnvindr x female reader highschool au.
overview: and who could possibly be the golden boyâs type?
wc: 2k
notes: imagine diluc with his hair down in this one. and also. dilucâs father hasnât d-worded in this au so heâs the happy diluc we all know and love before shit hit the fan ( we still love him even after shit hit the fan tho )
Diluc Ragnvindr is prim and proper. Chivalrous and wellâmannered. The star athlete of the Favonious Birds. Intelligent, a leader, and a great speaker.Â
And of course, heâs every girlâs dream guy.Â
â. . . And yet, heâs still single,â Kaeya remarks with a smirk, and his friends around him laugh in unison.Â
Currently, heâs eating lunch with them in the campusâ outdoor park â a place of tranquility where some students prefer to hang. Instead of being involved in the hustle and bustle of what goes on in their cafeteria, be it your average food fights or impromptu musicals incited by a certain twinâbraided man, said outdoor park was a better option for these lads to unwind.
âYou know, I used to think that he and Jean would look good together,â a friend of Kaeya says, and they all turn to him. âSheâs just like him: elegant and grades conscious. Takes part in student governments and volunteers to school events. Plus, sheâs drop dead gorgeous! With her brilliant blue eyes and smooth blond hair, oh, if I was Diluc - I would not hesitate to date her!â
âNah, I think Lumine is better,â They all glance next to their right. âSheâs sporty, and she can definitely keep up with Diluc. She aces her tests without any difficulty, despite doing a partâtime job every night with her brother in a nearby coffee shop, and itâs rumored that she makes the best drinks! Moreover, sheâs a beauty. Thatâs why she keeps on receiving loads of love letters during the Windblume Festival every year, so it will not be surprising if sheâll be getting them again!â
Ah, yes. The Windblume Festival is fast approachingânow that January is about to end, in the next two weeks, Brightcrown High Schoolâs air will surely be filled with nothing but endless romance.
Kaeya gazes up above, where a giant tree shadows their figures with its bright green leaves. The sunlight filters through the gaps and he basks into this moment of peace. He then adds playfully, âAnd Diluc will be busy tidying up his locker once more, because it will be filled with chocolates and letters.â
âWhat?! Does he even eat them? Tell him that he can donate, you know!â
Kaeya huffs, âMy brother wonât even give me a piece, what makes you think heâll hand you one?âÂ
He remembers the time that Diluc had been so overwhelmed by the plethora of sweets, and yet seemed so appreciative about it. Father was just proud of the older sonâs popularity. Kaeya offered to help him consume them all as a joke, but Diluc shook his head vigorously, saying that he shouldnât, and that âthey all worked hard for thisâ, and it was right that he only eat them.
How adorable of him, really.
Plus, Diluc even read the letters one by one. No matter how cringe or sickeningly sweet they were, Diluc read them all. And Kaeya wasnât even shocked that there was no judgment in his face.Â
Diluc was just grateful for the gifts. Bashful, indeed, and sometimes he was not sure what to feel, but he was grateful.
âSo, Diluc. Who will it be? Jean or Lumine?â Kaeya questions with a grin that afternoon, when the Windblume Festival is finally in full swing.Â
Diluc raises his head from the paper heâs answering â itâs a survey given to him by one of the juniors for their research subject â and frowns. âWhat brought this on? Why am I suddenly choosing between two friends?â
âOh come on, you werenât even listening!â Kaeya pouts, before sitting on a nearby desk.Â
After exploring the premises for some snacks and attractions, the brothers decided to stay inside an empty classroom for a while. They can hear some cheers from the outside, loud declarations of love and squeals from the majority, that surely Diluc thinks would be a delight for Kaeya, but has opted to accompany him instead.
âI was.â Diluc purses his lips, and hears laughter echoing through the halls as students run and get chased by disciplinary officers. âYou and your friends were talking about the girls and I. I just donât understand why you want me to choose. And be careful, you might fall. Donât move so much.â
âCooome on, Diluc,â Kaeya groans as he leans, âWeâre sixteen, arenât we? Father says weâre at that age, after all. By that, I meant, where weâre all supposed to be dating and courting?â
Diluc feels his cheeks slightly heat up from the words that escaped from Kaeyaâs mouth. He returns to his duty of answering the survey. ( As if he needed to, when he was already done. ) âAnd I told you countless times that Iâm not interested. Need I remind you that I donât have the time for it. You know I still have to prepare for college, and that I have to keep an eye on my varsity scholarship, andââ
âYadda, yadda, yaddaâââ
âDonât yadda me, Kaeya. Thatâs just how it is.â
âYou seriously arenât interested?â Kaeya prods.
Diluc shoots him a firm stare. âAbsolutely positive.â
And Kaeya sticks his tongue before hopping from the desk and making his way to the door. âFine. But donât think youâre off the hook just yet.â Diluc watches his retreating back. âIâll make sure to find you a lady, and itâll be your type, and youâll fall in love.â
Kaeya pulls the door open. He confidently says, âItâll be inevitable, Diluc. Inevitable!â
A small smile creeps its way to Dilucâs lips, finding this all amusing. âThen I wish you the best of luck.â
Kaeya huffs, not liking that Diluc seems so smug and unbothered by it, then leaves.
Diluc waits for a while. And waits.Â
And waits, until he blinks, checks his survey, before sighing heavily.Â
A brilliant shade of red coats his pale cheeks, and he buries his face in his hands.
Dating. Courting. The type of lady Diluc likes? Yeah. Diluc already has found his type.Â
( Kaeya doesnât have to know yet. He hates lying, but itâs too soon. Maybe someday. If Diluc can face his feelings first. )
So, hear, hear! Heâs not missing out, in spite of what his friends say.
This person is not what everyone expects; itâs not the formal and polite Jean who can deliver a speech eloquently, nor the radiant and loyal Lumine that they want to push toward his direction.
Instead. . .itâs someone else.
And that someone else dropped a bowl of soup to Principal Varkaâs white slacks. That someone else triggered the anger of a certain math teacher because she climbed the roof so carelessly during class to fly a kite. That someone else got into detention and instead of writing Iâll be good from now on one hundred times, spent the day with the others in that session to tell ghost stories.
That someone else was you, who wasnât like Jean or Lumine. That someone else was youâthe you, who was his exact opposite, and yet managed to capture his heart.Â
You are one of Mond Highâs known troublemakers, and apparently, he has fallen victim to your charms.
Maybe it began when you were just snickering with your buddies in the library despite the librarianâs persistent shushing. He was solving his quadratic formula worksheets back then, and he was impressed that even if you were fooling around, you were in the library to actually learn more about the cardiovascular system, with the help of a fellow friend.Â
(âI will be proud to say that the one that carries the blood away from the heart is. . . arteries!â
âYouâre right!â
âYay!!â
âShh!â)Â
Or maybe it began when you witnessed that one student who humiliated himself by accidentally slipping on the wet floor in the cafeteria, and everyone sans Diluc laughed. Then you came to his rescue, marching in the middle with all the attention on you.Â
You didnât offer your hand.Â
But you purposefully slipped instead, and even had the most embarrassing fall. The cafeteria became noisier because of you, and Diluc, baffled at first, found himself chuckling soon after.
Actually, no.Â
He didnât fall in love with you during those times. These were the times in his life that led to this one very momentâ
When the Favonious Birds lost the tournament, Diluc was sulking in the playground, all by himself. He took the blame despite Kaeya and his friends denying it, but he knew better. If Diluc had just made it quickly to the ring, their team couldâve been victorious and brought the trophy home.
But alas, it was just an if. It didnât happen.
Then, something wet drops in his hair. Then his arm. And nose. It was about to rain, and Diluc just grunted, not caring one bit. He was sure Adelinde would make a fuss about it, or his father would pester him for his carelessness, but he wasnât in the mood to leave his spot just yet.
Let the rain wash away his sorrows.
Pitterâpatter. Pitterâpatter. Pitterâpatter. Pitterâpatter.Â
âDonât match with the gloomy weather now.â
Diluc slowly lifted his head, wondering who spoke and what covered his pathetic and hunched form that was wallowing in despair. And his eyes grew wide when he saw you, almost bending with an umbrella in hand, sheltering you and him from the incoming downpour.
You smiled down at him, âThere it is. Keep your head up, King! Your crown is falling.âÂ
And Dilucâs heart skipped a beat the same time a thunder rumbled from the distance. âWâwhat. . . ?â
You continued, âI donât know what got you all so sad, but everything will be fine soon! Iâm sure of it! After all, once the rain passes, there will be a rainbow!â Then, you grabbed his cold and even bigger hand, and Diluc, at that split second, felt the static. You didnât even react. But your hand was warm, and Dilucâs chest was, too.Â
Dumbfounded, he let you guide his fingers. It only came to him long after that he was gripping a metal handle. âHave my umbrella! I hope this will make your day a little better, and if it doesnât. . . well, at least I tried. But I have to go now!â
You quickly put the hood over your head when the rain grew stronger. Diluc, concerned over your wellâbeing, finally regained his composure to protest. âBut what about youâ hey. . . !â
He watched you run and wave, bidding farewell. âYou donât have to return it to me! Itâs all yours! I really have to go, so see you, maybe? Bye!â
âBut. . . !â
And Diluc. . . Diluc could catch you if he wanted. He could sprint and return the umbrella to its rightful owner, but he didnât.Â
Instead, he remained in his position.Â
And his heartâ oh, his heart. His heart couldnât stop pounding that day.
You are Dilucâs first love.Â
That is established.Â
The thing is, this is a secret. No one knows yet. Just him.
Heâs never felt this towards anyone before. You are his first.
( And hopefully the last. )
Youâre different from everyone else. Youâre different from him. You have your own unique methods of doing things. You have your own way of paving your path. You are the artist to your own canvas; the director of your own film.
You are like the sun. You brighten everyoneâs day with your presence, and you also shine, because Diluc canât keep his eyes off of you whenever youâre in the vicinity.
He knows that this is really an unexpected outcome â him, who was definitely out of your league and vice versa, catching feelings for someone like you.
( Someone like you who is free in life, and Diluc wants to feel that, even just for a bit, with you. )
But like before, all he can do is merely daydream and wonder about the whatâifs. What will it be like to be your friend? Will he experience all the shenanigans that you ensue? Will he also fly a kite with you? Will he get into detention?
Yet this is unbecoming. Improper. Inappropriate for someone like himâfor the eldest son of the Ragnvindrs and for the next heir of the winery. He canât indulge into lighthearted affairs or mischief. Heâs supposed to be responsible and disciplined. A man of propriety.
So all he can ever do is have these thoughts. Just thoughts. He has more important matters to attend to, like college applications, training, lessons in handling the in winery business. . .Â
And . . . thereâs no way that youâll approach him again, right?Â
Diluc knows to himself that can do it instead, you know. He can approach you if he must, but . . . heâs just so shy.Â
And a lot of people are always around you. So who is he to burst your bubble, when you seem so finally content with your life?
Diluc peeks from the open windows and sees couples holding hands and sharing kisses. Briefly, he imagines what it would be like to experience romantic love during Windblume.
He feels his cheeks steam again.Â
Kaeya will surely have a field day once he sees his older brother being lovesick like this.
You really are one of Mond Highâs troublemakers. And itâs not only because you prank your friends or piss off the teachers, but you make it hard for him to focus.Â
Just thinking of you never fails to make his heart perform somersaults.
He is Diluc Ragnvindr. Prim and proper. Chivalrous and wellâmannered. The star athlete of the Favonious Birds. Intelligent, a leader, and a great speaker.Â
He is not every girlâs dream guy.Â
Because unfortunately, the girl he likes doesnât even see him in a romantic light.
#diluc x reader#melted.butter#WRITING DEBUT!!!#listened to take me where your heart is while revising this#agjdjd i just love diluc so much#i would like to write more of this concept since i canât draw it LOL#many thanks to all my friends who supported me for my cringe ahh diluc simping#and now iâm gonna write fics abt him#diluc writers and lovers feel free to interact with me <3
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