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[mrs-weasley-reid]

SHAKESPEAREAN ROSE

Spencer Reid x psychiatrist!reader

Synopsis: Spencer Reid silently admires the new psychiatrist on the floor. Word Count: 1600+ WARNING: nothing, just fluff! A/N: Remember when I said I wrote more than what I posted for Doctors Across The Hall? This is it🤭 (I forgot to post it on aug 1, oops) I've decided to make Spencer Reid x psychiatrist!reader a series! It'll just be a bunch of fluff/angst/rare spicy stuff with psychiatrist!reader that happens in the same timeline but it's not in order. So, not exactly a story just tangents ??? Also I'm open to requests/prompts to keep this going hehe <3 Tell me what you think!

  “Guys, you’re so sweet! This is adorable!”

  Spencer’s ears perk up at the commotion. Curiosity thrums in his veins as he watches Derek hand you a rose. A small stuffed toy is clutched in your other hand. A wide smile adorns your face. A gorgeous sight on a late Wednesday morning. 

  Derek laughs, “Can’t take the credit.” He takes Penelope into his right arm. “Baby girl, right here strongly encouraged me.”

  Penelope gives you a bone-crushing hug, “Happy National Girlfriends Day, my favorite psychiatrist! Get ready for our sleepover! I have so many plans!” She squeals in excitement, inviting JJ in, who’d just discovered the similar objects on her desk.

  Your heart swells. Only two months into the bureau, and you’ve already found yourself a great group of friends. As the newly mandated psychiatrist in the building, it was nerve-wracking to enter the floor that seemed to reak of evil and know-it-alls. And although the BAU team is filled with know-it-alls, despite their constant denial, you managed to squeeze into their group as easily as befriending Penelope Garcia. Considering your office happens to be next to her lair.

  “Isn’t that day for couples only? For a girlfriend? Not a girl that's a friend?” You chuckle, taking in the aroma from the single rose.

  “Nah-uh,” Penelope wiggles her index finger. “All those boys are just piggybacking on girl power—” She turns to Derek, who’s about to object, “—You’re not included. You have been graciously influenced by moi. I’m just saying that I have my girlfriends, so I will celebrate the day the way I see fit, and that is with my gorgeous, gorgeous babes!” 

  As JJ begins to add her piece to the excitement parade, Spencer turns to Emily, who comes back from the kitchen, her stuffed toy in hand.

  “National Girlfriends Day?” He asks lowly.

  “What?” Emily furrows her brows for a moment before it flattens on her forehead. “Oh, that. Just a day some people celebrate to appreciate their girlfriends. Garcia’s excited about it—”

  Her voice quiets into the background in an instant. Spencer sits in his mind as he processes the information. National Girlfriends Day. The words echo in his head. A day to appreciate girlfriends…

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  Lunch is usually your highlight of the day. Not because of the time you eat but because of the time you spend listening to all the sizzling drama Penelope has to offer. It’s an interesting experience to have when you’re also the same person who listens to her cries every time the BAU team flies to yet another case in a different state.

  Today, though. It’s quite different.

  As soon as you enter the bullpen to check in with another agent’s inquiry regarding your services on the floor, a delivery man approaches you and hands you a huge bouquet of roses. Your newly found friends immediately hover around like shameless busybodies. Though, you never mind at all.

  “Oooh, yet another gift from your secret lover…” Emily teases, perching on Derek’s desk as she sips coffee.

  Derek joins in, eyebrows raised. “What is that—” He picks up a small note from one of the roses, rolling it open, “—Love looks not with eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind…” He waves the note with a mischievous grin. “We don’t know this guy, but he sure is cheesy.”

  Emily flashes a sheepish smile, “There’s one on each rose! How many roses are there?” She starts counting by eye.

  “It’s like Shakespearean roses.” Penelope quips after reading another note from a different rose, passing you the small poem that immediately makes your lips curl.

  “Shakespearean roses..? That's a thing?” You curiously inquire, looking over the vast red petals close to your chest. 

Penelope shrugs, “Not really, but it could be!” She beams at you.

  JJ smiles, joining in after a small detour to her office. “Oh, wow!” Her eyes widen, and her brows lift. “Another one of the noble Sir Rumple?” She coaxes.

  “Who is this Sir Rumple, anyway? I’m very curious.” Emily snorts, wiggling her brows at you. She doesn’t push past your clear boundaries but never fails to strike all her attempts to get a name out of you. She’s a profiler, after all.

  “Most importantly, when is she going to introduce us to her secret lover?” Derek teases, nudging you playfully.

  Just as you look up, Spencer Reid stands behind everyone, clutching the strap of his bag like usual. 

  His hair is short and untamed. Big hazel brown eyes spark under the fluorescent light. A thin, shy smile. And a familiar red cardigan. 

  You reckon it was the priciest clothing you’ve ever bought as a small thank you present. But Spencer doesn’t need to know, really.

  Time moves slowly at the brewing desire to have Spencer close. His shy smile and adorable averting eyes bring you the thought of domesticity. You imagine him coming home just like that. Messy hair. Giddy, tight-lipped smile. Exhausted features and yet the most handsome man in your books. A spatula in your hand, music in the kitchen, and the hem of his collared shirt swaying over your thighs. It's poetically a dream. Something you wish to have, to do for as long as you're breathing.

  “Maybe next time?” You say with blushing cheeks. The utter embarrassment of talking about a secret lover in front of your crush had your mind blown into overdrive.

  The group exchanges looks. But they don’t push further, indulging in the rare moment of your silent, sunny smile and hoping that you’re happy with whoever's been showering you with affection.

  “Okay, maybe not fully Shakespearean roses,” Penelope interjects, reading a corny joke that had the entire group cringe and you laughing.

  The joy in your laughter is like Clair de Lune playing through sunset. Spencer imagines warm tea in his hand, a book on his lap, and your little giggles across as you flip a page of yet another cheesy romance novel. Sunlight along your most beautiful features, which he insists is all of you. The cozy oversized shirt he owns covers the softness of your skin. A simple thought and yet has his heart racing in sheer bliss.

  Spencer smiles into his action report. “Shakespearean roses…” He whispers in a chuckle, shaking his head at the idea.

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  The day comes to a close with excitement and heartwarming joy. 

  “See you later at 9! Don't be late.” Penelope waves at you as the doors slide closed.

  You chuckle at her antics but quickly find yourself in a small predicament, struggling to carry all the tokens of love you’d received from everyone.

  “Here, let me help.” 

  Your eyes meet his. And you think you're having a heart attack. But you make sure to smile kindly with a not-so-eager nod.

  “Thanks, Reid.”

  He flashes his signature smile, taking the tall bouquet from your hands. 

  You fight yourself from biting the lower of your lips at the sight of his hand clutching the stem without difficulty. So, you breathe gently and indulge in his warmth next to you.

  “Looks like you had a nice day,” Spencer starts tentatively, swaying on the balls of his feet as he hoists your favorite thing of the day.

  You turn to him with a hum and a gentle bounce of your shoulders. “I did. I feel loved.” You confess.

  Spencer hides his blushing ears. Is it so wrong to wish you always smiled at him like that? Does a lifetime sound too much to ask? 

  “That's great,” He nods casually, letting the other patrons jump in and out of the lift.

  The doors open on the last floor. Both of you walk side by side as you trickle out of the lift into the parking lot. It's not a rule. But somehow, you and he always parked in the lowest lot despite the vast parking spaces above.

  He continues the conversation on smaller tangents that make you giggle. How did your sessions today go? How was the new lunch place you went to? 

  And you throw back the same curiosity with an enthusiasm he admires. Did you finish all your reports? Did you enjoy your lunch stroll? 

  Spencer hands you the bouquet back as soon as you settle your things in the passenger seat of your car. “See you tomorrow?”

  You beam at him, and his eyes soften, “See you tomorrow, Sir Rumple.” You giggle, stealing a quick peck on his cheek.

  Before you can turn around, Spencer stills your hips and steals a similar kiss, albeit on the softness of your lips.

  The two of you giggle at the silence. Butterflies flutter with tickling speed in both of your stomachs. Maybe keeping your relationship private isn’t as bad as you’d imagine. 

  He opens the door for you and waits until you're comfortable in your seat. “I think I prefer Shakespearean Rose now.” You announce as he leans on your window.

  He playfully pouts, “But I love Sir Rumple better…” He twists his brows. The telltale sign of his gears turning. “Maybe I can be both?” He comprises.

  “You can be whatever pseudonym you want,” You smile at him. “You’re the only Spencer Reid I want.” 

  Spencer’s cheeks tint a shade of soft red. He leans and kisses your forehead.

  “Shakespearean Rose it is.”

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[luv4fushi]

jujutsu kaisen bf headcanons

jjk - gojo satoru, nanami kento, fushiguro megumi, itadori yuji, inumaki toge

content: just some of my delusions <3 fem!reader

warnings: word dump, other than that nothing else hehe

i started this account to write oneshots but they’re all like. 7k words…. and MORE. so now im posting this because i’ve been writing two different stories for 3 days now.

gojo satoru

he’s such a menace. he looovessss being all gross in public to annoy people.

he doesn’t tell you when he’s upset and overcompensates to hide it (but you can always tell)

he likes when you play with his hair and when you tell him good things about himself. being the strongest means he’s used to having a lot of responsibility (everyone relies on him). he likes it when you tell him he’s doing a good job and that he can rely on you, too.

he doesn’t get jealous easily (he pretends he does, but it never actually bothers him) because he knows he’s the best and he’s confident in your love. he’ll pretend to be all pouty and sad but at the scene of the crime he finds it SO FUNNY. “babe… you did NOT have to reject him like that.”

he’s rich (duh) so he randomly comes home with the most EXTRAVAGANT GIFTS. you’ll be like “wtf???” and he’d just stand there with the hugest grin on his face and be like “i thought of you!!”

he pulls the “don’t you love me?” card WAY TOO OFTEN. it works every time.

he hates when you cry. he thinks he’s bad at comforting people so he’ll be all nervous and afraid that you’ll hate him, but he’s actually good at it. he pulls you into his arms and lets you nuzzle into his neck. “i’m right here. i’ve got you, baby.” AHHHH

nanami kento

he’s so daddy material. not even in a sexual way. he’s just very responsible and reliable. he’s the kind of bf where you don’t have worry about planning trips and events because he handles it. he’s the bf you’d trust with your passport.

he loves to get massages from you and home cooked meals.

he likes upbeat, bubbly people because he’s relatively calm. he likes to watch you do cute things with a fond smile on his face. when you force him to participate in things, he’ll only grin and let you have your way with him.

he overthinks EVERYTHING. he knows he’s a workaholic so he’ll say things like, “i’m so sorry i’m late. i didn’t want to be caught up at work, but things just happened to be that way today.” and if you pretend to be upset he’ll be at your feet. “i’m sorry, love. i swear i love coming home to see you and spend time with you. don’t be upset, hm?”

HE’S SO … he makes you feel protected. he’s very stern with others, but around you he’s a lot more soft and flexible. “you don’t need to force yourself. i can do it for you, baby.” HEHEH he’s so lovely i love him

he’s very attentive. he never makes you feel like he’s not listening to you. he will quite literally drop whatever he’s doing to listen to you.

fushiguro megumi

he’s so SHY!!! he blushes really easily too. you have to initiate most of the touching and talking at the beginning of your relationship with him.

he actually doesn’t mind pda. he feels kind of prideful that he’s able to call you his. he LOVES holding your hand and he does that little thing where he’ll squeeze it when he knows you’re nervous.

everybody makes fun of him for being super soft with you. at first, he’s not really good with expressing his emotions, but give it three months and he’s the cheesiest bf ever. he loves using pet names in private with you.

he’s on the quieter side so he’s able to observe you REALLY well. got a new haircut? “did you cut your hair? it looks nice.” wearing some new jewelry? “it’s pretty. you should’ve told me, i would’ve bought you some more.” always cold? “i wore another sweater because i knew you’d be cold.” got your nails done? “why didn’t you choose the color i picked?” he’s SO thoughtful.

he’s such a cuddler. loves being held. loves holding you. literally would rather spend all day in bed with you than do anything else. he’s so AGH !! “why don’t you just sleep here tonight? i don’t want you to go.”

itadori yuji

he is SHAMELESS omg. he loves to talk about you and brag about you to anyone that will listen. “my girlfriend can do that, too!” + “my girlfriend says that i can’t do that, sorry.” + “my girlfriend doesn’t like things like that…” + “my girlfriend thinks these are cute!” + “my girlfriend is so pretty.”

he adores you so much he’s so cute about it. he literally dies when he’s without you. he’s SUPER clingy and doesn’t even try to hide it. everyone else thinks it’s soooo annoying but he doesn’t care.

he loves receiving forehead kisses, but because he’s literally like … curse offspring (LOL) he’s taller than you so he has to bend down while you tiptoe to kiss him. he also loves to pinch your cheeks at random times.

he’s a lot more buff than you think he is (cue the scene where he’s sprinting while carrying nobara) so hugging him is literally like hugging a huge bear.

he gives you a kiss EVERY TIME HE SEES YOU. he gets so sad when you refuse one. “what do you mean ‘not right now’? i don’t see the problem. i literally your boyfriend :(“

inumaki toge

he’s also a menace but not as much as gojo. he’s SO PLAYFUL and you always pretend to be annoyed but he knows you aren’t.

he’ll pull up and randomly give you food. that’s his love language. he loves feeding you. he’ll literally pull you on to the seat next to him and give you food if you say you haven’t eaten.

he LOVES giving you his sweaters. once he hands them to you, prepare to never give them back because he smells really good. you always smell like him to everyone else (that’s his goal)

he makes those super corny playlists that spell out a sentence. but he also makes playlists with music he knows you like to listen to. he’ll name them really funny things like “me and bae’s locked-in playlist”

he’s so witty. he makes you laugh so hard and then he pretends like your laughter doesn’t make him swell with pride. he LOVES to pepper you with kisses to hear you giggle.

he’s super cheesy and hilarious over text. he uses every pet name imaginable. “baby can you come wake me up in an hour?” + “angel i need u to give me back one sweater. just one.” + “princess ur being unreasonable … AN OVERNIGHT TRIP? i’m gonna jump.”

that’s all hehehe i love jjk boys sm

[byuntrash101]

headache

reader x soft dom!seonghwa smut | mdni 1.7k you've been suffering from headaches recently but your boyfriend knows exactly how to get rid of them nsfw tags under the cut

very gentle and soft dom!hwa, established relationship, daddy kink, pet names (babygirl, angel), making out, oral (f), fingering (f), hwa is pussy drunk, tiny bit of possessive!hwa, praising, edging, watersports + omorashi

a/n: i stumbled on a twitter p♡rn link and it blossomed into this <3. a lot of you asked me for more ws so here it is hehe. i hope you enjoy. if it's not your thing it's okay! just dont read okay babe? i have other fics for you in the masterlist <3

DISCLAIMER: PLEASE MAKE SURE TO READ THE TAGS AND TO CLICK OFF IF ANYTHING SEEMS LIKE SOMETHING YOU WOULDN’T ENJOY.

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Recently you’ve been suffering from recurring headaches. At first you thought it was your cycle. But then you became more attentive to when the headaches occurred. And it turns out you simply were not drinking enough water! The thing is that your headaches always happened when you got home after being at your boyfriend's place for a couple of days. Simply because, well, when you were there you’re too busy cuddling and kissing to be taking your lips off him for even a second to drink a sip of water. 

The good thing is it’s an easy remedy: just drink more water.

And Seonghwa intends to ensure your good hydration this time. Out of kindness of course, out of love! Nothing more! He just hates when you get home and call him the next day with your small little voice to tell him you had to lock yourself up in the dark, because your head is ringing and he can’t even be around you to pamper you and take care of his baby, that breaks his heart. He hates to know you’re in pain.

So today your loving boyfriend makes sure you do just that: drink more water.

When you watched the latest episode of your series on Netflix he paused several times to get you a full glass of water. When you ate your take out again three full glasses of water. 

Chilling on your phone watching tiktok “don’t forget your water baby~”. Listening to his hilarious work stories “your water babe”. 

Even going as far as making you drink when he held you in his arms and you complained about not being able to reach the glass on the coffee table. 

“Here baby” he said, putting the rim of the glass against your lips. 

He couldn’t explain it but he felt himself twitch at the way your lips pursed up and opened slightly around the glass, your neck bending and following his wrist as he tilted the glass to let the water flow into your mouth. He throbbed at the way the water disappeared into your mouth as you swallowed in big gulps until the glass was completely empty, the ice cubes tinkling against the glass as he set the cup back on the coffee table. 

“Aaaaah~” you sighed in satisfaction. “Thanks Hwa”

“You’re welcome my angel” he said before pecking your lips made cool from the fresh water.

God how pretty you were like this, wrapped up in his arms like a fragile little bird, looking up at him with this bright smile and shiny wet lips. 

He planted another kiss right on your wet mouth but this time he parted his lips, his hot tongue reaching out to your cool one. Kissing you gently but deeply sharing his warmth and spit until your mouth was burning hot. Long fingers wrapping around your nape and pushing your face further into his. The gesture made you moan into his mouth making him smirk into the kiss. He loved the sounds that you made. So much so that he haphazardly reached for the TV remote to mute the device. He wanted to hear you, only you.

Then Seonghwa slipped you out of his lap to sit you on the couch. He kneeled in front of you to very carefully flip the hem of your skirt over your stomach. He couldn’t help but to smirk when his eyes finally laid on the beautiful lacey panties you were wearing today. One of his favorites. Baby pink with a pearly bow in the center. A pair he picked and gifted you.

“So fucking perfect” he breathed as you pushed your thighs together, feeling your arousal pool into the lace as he praised you. 

He bent over your legs to kiss the soft skin of your thighs, working his way up until he pressed a couple more to your pubic bone. You jerked a little as he pressed his face a little too hard on your lower stomach, given how much water you had drank.

“Now be a good girl for daddy and spread your legs” as he sat back up. You looked down at him through your lashes but still you obeyed and parted your knees as you heard your boyfriend curse under his breath. He smirked, spotting the wet patch of fabric, making the pink ever so slightly darker. 

“You’re wet already angel?” he snickered, his palm caressing your open thighs.

“Y-yeah. I got wet when daddy was tongue kissing me” you confessed before biting down on your lower lip.

“Fuck” Seonghwa swore again, his dick twiching in his pants, he could feel himself already leaking precum onto his boxers. He just loved when you were so upfront with him. You looked so innocent, covering half of your face with your back hand and breathing rapidly but your pussy was already soaked and gushing for him. And you had no shame admitting it and exposing yourself to him. To his eyes only. You were his only

He pulled on your legs to bring your ass to the edge of the couch before pulling your panties down, not even taking the time to discard them, just letting them hang on one of your ankles before he prompted you to spread your legs for him again.

The way your pussy lightly twitched and sparkled covered in your juices had his cock quivering in his sweatpants. He wanted to taste you. He needed to.

He approached his face to your sopping center and licked a long stripe from your entrance to your clit. Right before curling his tongue back in his mouth, scooping as much of your slick as he could, smacking his lips to fully take in your taste. Your flavor was sweeter than honey and more intoxicating than the strongest liquors.

Seonghwa wrapped his arms around your under thighs and pushed his palms on your hips. Securing you right in his hold and spreading you like a buffet.

“Fuck daddy~” you whined.

He approached his mouth once again but this time his lips wrapped around your clit as he gave you light kitten licks. He looked up at you lapping away at your bundle of nerves, you couldn’t help but to moan at the pleasure you felt. Soon you started to rock your hips, rubbing your juices onto his face as he didn’t alter his pace.

“Please Daddy” you complained, yearning for more.

“My baby girl is so eager” he said, not parting his lips from your heat.

“It’s because I love daddy’s mouth so much.” you whined. “Please let me cum on daddy’s tongue”

“Soon my baby. But daddy wants to taste you thoroughly first”

Minutes passed and Seonghwa was taking so much pleasure in edging you. Licking and sucking on your clit only to back away when he felt you twitch on his tongue just to see your precious little cunt throb around nothing and gushing out more of your juices just to be savored by him and repeat the process over and over again.

But at some point you couldn’t even focus on the pleasure anymore. The only thing you felt was how full you were. How full your bladder felt.

“Daddy” you started cautiously. 

“Yes angel?” your boyfriend replied, face still buried deep in your throbbing cunt.

“I-I think I drank too much water. I need to go to the b-bathroom” you said, shame slowly creeping under your skin.

Seonghwa smirked against your folds. Only to latch onto your clit again, this time licking more precisely on the sensitive bundle of nerves, making you moan loudly and arch your back.

“It’s okay baby. Daddy doesn’t mind.” he growled, eating you out like a starved man.

“No please daddy stop” you begged as you felt your pussy contract around nothing, your bladder also contracting dangerously. “It’s gross daddy” you complained, kicking your feet as the pleasure kept on rising.

“If it’s too much for you, just let go, okay angel?” He cooed against your folds.

“Please daddy…” you inhaled sharply, feeling yourself filled to the brim with piss. “Gonna p-” you whined but Seonghwa interrupted you.

“Just piss in daddy’s mouth baby” he said, pushing on your hips angling them just right. And you just couldn’t hold it in any longer. You let out your hot steamy piss right into your boyfriend's mouth. Seonghwa backed up a little and stuck his long tongue out as the powerful stream hit him right in the back of the throat letting out gurgles of satisfaction, gulping down as much piss as he could, mouth rapidly filling up to overflow and wetting his gray sweatpants.

When the stream started to slow down he wrapped his lips around your clit again and shoved two long fingers inside your cunt that he curled right into your g spot, pressing against your bladder again. The stream of hot piss picked up.

He wanted to drain you, take all of your piss for himself. 

He started to pump his fingers in and out of your dripping cunt rapidly.

“Fuck daddy loves your piss much baby” he briefly said before sucking and licking your clit again, swallowing more of your delicious nectar.

“Daddy I'm cumming” you cried out.

“Cum for daddy baby” he allowed. And you finally leap over the edge. The orgasm is one of the most intense ones you’ve experienced. It completely rips through your body and shatters the earth beneath you as your legs tense up and your hips shake uncontrollably. Your hungry little cunt violently twitching around Seonghwa’s relentless fingers still pumping in and out of you, accompanying you on your descent, grunting and humming against your folds and he licked and sucked on your swollen bud until the pleasure died down and your legs fell limp, hanging over Seonghwa’s toned shoulders. 

Seonghwa took a moment to admire your red and swollen cunt, occasionally twitching with the remnants on the strong orgasm your felt, sticky juices still lazily oozing out your entrance. He licked out one last stripe from your entrance and parted your lips with his tongue to twirl around your pee hole one last time.

“I think you’re cured now” he beamed at you smacking his lips, relishing in the intoxicating taste of your slick and piss one last time.

What a good boyfriend he was making sure you drank enough and making you cum to prevent your headaches.

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a/n: im still so self conscious about publishing watersports and this one was very filthy sooo pleaseeeeee comment and tell me if you enjoyed okay? just drop an anon ask if u dont want to leave ur userid on here! i would appreciate it so much <333

[thelov3lybookworm]

Are You Flirting?

modern!au

Summary: Who's the cute guy she was talking about last night?

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Word Count: 4863

Warnings: flirty lucien, shy reader but shes like 'yknow what fuck shyness lets flirt back' lmaoo

A/n: yall i need you to know. the reader is based on me. shes literally me. i crochet too if yal didnt know hehe. this was so fun to write like it felt like wring my own story except this shit never happened irl lol.

idk ill stop rambling now 😂

ANYWAYS, ENJOYYY 🥹

p.s: id say the credit for this idea goes to my bestie boo @berryzxx because she put me on the song that i used as inspo for tis fic and also bullying me into writing for that song. ily lots pooks 🤭

(based on an indian song 👀)

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The moment Y/n got the text from her college best friend Feyre, Y/n knew having picked up crocheting as a hobby was the best thing she could ever have done.

Exaggerating aside, she was excited when Feyre asked her if she wanted to reconnect after two years of not talking, and Y/n said yes without hesitation.

They hadn’t talked much, only ever interacting with each other’s instagram posts and stories. Feyre was too busy most of the time painting and opening her own gallery to display her art, taking commissions sometimes and travelling with her fiance.

And even though Y/n had wanted to stay in touch, being an upcoming writer, she did not get too much time to talk as she was busy writing all the time, and when she wasn’t, she was lying in bed wondering why she was in a slump.

Hence, she had picked up crocheting as a new hobby and made some pretty cute tops, imagining herself wearing them to a beach or somewhere pretty. She had been thinking of going somewhere as a vacation to clear her mind.

Which was why when Feyre suggested flying to some beach island her fiance owned for a little getaway with friends, Y/n could not contain her excitement.

Now as she stood in the middle of her bedroom, trying to pick between the two outfits in her hand, wondering which one to wear, she wished she had a boyfriend. Or a husband. Or something. She had always been an indecisive person, and at moments such as this, she wished someone could help her pick her outfits.

Feyre was probably on her way and here Y/n stood, wondering which one to wear and which one to put in her bag to wear the next day.

Ughh fuck me.

Finally, she settled on a pastel pink cardigan and a white halter top with a white bell bottom jeans. She wanted to make a good impression on Feyre’s new friends and decided that the safer option was better. She could wear the other one after she got more comfortable with them.

She had never even met Feyre’s fiance. The two had met and gotten engaged after Y/n and Feyre drifted apart, but Y/n had congratulated her friend on her insta post, so surely that counted as something?

Now that reminder had her reconsidering. Was going vacationing with people she did not know really the best idea?

I mean, what if one of them is a serial killer? What if one of them is suicidal and kills us all-

Maybe she should just cancel.

She was eyeing her phone, genuinely wondering if she should go, when the screen lit up and Feyre’s name flashed across the screen, the soft lilting sound of Y/n’s ringtone filling the air.

So it was decided. Y/n was going.

Y/n answered the call while simultaneously shouldering her bag. "Hello?"

Feyre’s excited voice screeched in her ear from the other end. "Y/n! I’m under your apartment now. Are you ready?"

Instantly, her mood became better and Y/n wondered why she ever considered refusing to go in the first place. Even if she was a stranger to Feyre’s friends, she still had Feyre. She was sure it wouldn’t be as awkward as she was expecting it to be.

Straightening, she glanced around her room for a final time before nodding to herself, confirming that she was not forgetting anything. "Yes, babe. As ready as I’ll ever be. I’m coming down."

Feyre squealed, and Y/n could hear chuckles from the background at her friend’s antics. "I can't wait!"

With that, Y/n ended the call and walked out of her apartment, closing the door behind her, focusing on the jingle of her keychain and not on the nervousness running through her veins.

Soon, as she walked out of the elevator on the ground floor, she spied two dark cars waiting outside. It made her hurry. The moment she exited, she spied her friend leaving the car, grinning.

Feyre ran the short distance to Y/n, throwing all her body weight onto her friend, making Y/n giggle.

"Calm down Fey! I’m not going anywhere."

Feyre pulled away with a wide grin, shaking her head, then grabbed Y/n’s hand and dragged her back to the car she had exited.

"We're a total of ten people, five in that car-" she pointed to the one standing behind the one she had exited- "and five of us in this one." Y/n nodded, trying to calm her nerves.

Feyre then got in, leaving Y/n to get in the back. Feyre’s fiance was sitting in the driver’s seat, black aviation glasses perched on his nose. He offered Y/n a warm smile and a wave before Feyre piped up.

"Y/n, this is my fiance Rhysand. That is Azriel, Rhys’s foster brother and his girlfriend, Gwyneth."

Y/n dipped her head in a polite nod to the couple sharing the back seat with her, but Gwyneth had no qualms about hugging Y/n. Y/n was surprised to say the least by the sudden affectionate action, but she returned it nonetheless with a wide grin.

"Nice to meet you all."

"Everyone, this is my best friend from university, as well as my then roommate, Y/n."

Azriel gave her a tiny smile, his loving gaze returning to his girlfriend not a moment later.

It made Y/n want to go aww, because if that was not pure love right there, then Y/n did not know what was. It made her long to have someone of her own.

Rhys started the car, and the first ten minutes passed in comfortable silence. And then Feyre spoke.

"So, Y/n. Please tell me you’re seeing someone."

Y/n sighed. "You would’ve been the first person to know had I been."

Feyre twisted to glare at Y/n.

"What?"

"Why are you still single?"

"Haven’t found the one yet."

Feyre contemplated for a moment, then grinned. "You know, I’ve got a friend-"

"Not again Feyre!" Y/n turned to Gwyneth. "You know, she would send me on dates with these random dudes every day-"

"Not every day!"

Y/n glared at her friend in jest. "Only because I bullied you to leave me alone."

Feyre sighed dramatically, then plopped back into her seat. "You’re mean."

Gwyn snickered. "Why did you not end up with any of them then?"

Y/n shook her head solemnly. "They were all either too arrogant or ugly."

That made everyone laugh, and finally, Azriel spoke up. "And how did you find so many guys, Feyre?"

Y/n perked up. "I want to know too! I always wondered if she went to asylums to get me a worse specimen than the last."

"Oh my god Y/n, they were just guys from our university and the neighbouring ones."

Y/n smiled. It was fun being around her friend again. It felt like the never stopped talking, picking up from where they left off.

"You know, we’ve got three single people in the other car."

Y/n dropped her head in her palm, and Gwyn cackled.

"Come on Y/n, they’re not that bad. One of them is a guy, but the other two are women. You can experiment if that’s what you want. Maybe that’s the reason you never connected with any guys I set you up with."

Y/n made a crying face and leaned her head against Gwyn, who continued to vibrate with silent laughter. "God help me."

Eventually, Feyre dropped the topic, ending up talking about random nonsense after that. Azriel also chimed in sometimes, but mostly it was either Feyre and Rhysand talking and Gwyn and Y/n laughing and giving unwanted commentary.

They had to take two helicopters to the island, which had Y/n wondering just how big of a jackpot Feyre had gotten engaged to. The ride to the beach home from the helipad after was again two cars.

While boarding the helicopter, Y/n had spied the other friends of Feyre and Rhysand getting out of their car, but she had averted her gaze when the redheaded man had turned to look, hoping she didn’t seem like a creep while she had been trying to take a look at their faces.

The ride to the beach house, as they called it, was silent because Y/n, Gwyn and Feyre dozed off for most of it, already tired after so much travelling. And before they knew it, the midday sun shone through the windows of the car as it finally stopped in the gated compound of a mansion that looked straight out of architectural digest.

Y/n could not stop gaping at it as she got out of the car, then turned to hold the door open for Gwyn.

"It’s so big and beautiful." Gwyn commented, her eyes too fixed on the two story structure. Y/n shot her a knowing look.

"I know right? Only seen stuff like this in the movies."

The two shared a giggle before Azriel joined them on their side and the trio followed Rhysand and Feyre to the main doors.

Rhysand had just climbed the top step when the doors opened, two ladies with long black hair cascading down their backs standing behind them, and Y/n decided that they were twins.

"Nuala, Cerridwen." Rhysand nodded at them with a smile, then turned to the people standing behind him when the twins left.

"I think it’s best if we freshen up and rest for some time before dinner."

The tall guy who had been driving the other car sighed dramatically, burying his head in Nesta’s shoulder. "Thank god, I am tired."

Nesta rolled her eyes, then smiled at Y/n. Being Feyre’s roommate, Y/n had met Nesta on multiple occasions and admired the woman a lot. Nesta, too, had always looked after Y/n like a sister when the three would go out to dinner.

"Y/n. How are you?"

Y/n dipped her head, then stepped forward and pulled Nesta into a hug. "I’m good. Your fiance?"

Nesta nodded, glancing at the hulk of a man. "This is Cassian. Cass, this is-"

"Y/n, heard a lot ‘bout ya." He grinned, extending his hand for a shake.

Y/n smiled at him, then turned back to Nesta and Feyre as the latter began speaking. "Y/n, this is Elain, my other sister. Mor, Rhysand’s cousin, and Lucien, my friend."

After everyone had been introduced, all of them retreated to their rooms. It seemed like they had these outings a lot, because the way everyone was so familiar with the layout of the house would have been uncanny had this been their first time here.

Except for Lucien. He seemed a little hesitant, lingering back with Y/n as everyone else left. But then Feyre directed the two to the upper floor, where two guest rooms were waiting for them.

The rooms were next to each other, so Y/n and Lucien were together till the very last moment. It gave Y/n a lot of time to admire the man’s attractiveness through stolen glances, and she wished it did not for she was not able to control the movement of her jaw that kept unhinging every chance it got at the sheer beauty of him.

Gosh, if he is the guy Feyre wants to set me up with, I am truly going to be blessed.

As the two finally reached the top step, Lucien glanced at Y/n.

"First time here?"

"Yup. In fact, I’m seeing Fey for the first time since we finished uni."

His brows rose. "Damn. How long has it been?"

She shrugged noncommittally. "Around two years. What about you? Your first time too?"

He nodded, then paused at the first door to meet her eyes when he answered. "I’ve recently started getting along with her family." he thought for a moment, then leaned closer, as if letting her in on a secret. "I was actually the friend of her previous boyfriend, but none of them liked him and so they didn’t trust me much either. But now they’re moving on and so am I."

Y/n did not know how to respond to that, trying to wrap her mind around how anyone could be mad at someone who seemed as nice as Lucien. But he spared her the struggle.

"That’s a nice cardigan. Where’d you get it from?" His eyes travelled down her body, his gaze appreciative as it landed on the pastel crocheted garment. "Maybe I could get a similar one. We can match."

Y/n blinked at him, then ducked her head, futilely trying to hide her blush.

"Um, I made it myself."

He remained silent for a moment, prompting her to meet his gaze once again.

"You’re kidding."

She blinked again. "Why would I?"

He huffed out a laugh, leaning back against the doorframe. "So, you’re telling me you’re pretty and talented?"

Y/n could not move if she wanted to. She could not think. She could not do anything but stare at him.

This man, one who looked like he belonged on the cover of vogue, was telling her she was pretty?

God help me.

She looked around, flustered by the tiny smile blooming on his face, cocky but also knowing. He knew the effect he had on her and the damned man was enjoying it too much.

"Well, I will let you rest now. After all, you need to get some energy back for later tonight."

If those words had come from anyone else, Y/n would have wondered if they were saying she looked tired and like shit, but coming from him, the words were nothing but caring, if a touch flirtatious.

Wait, was that an innuendo?

She did not have time to dwell on that part much before he stepped aside, swiping his arm toward the door behind him. "Take a look at both rooms, then pick one you want. I will wait."

Y/n dipped her head, trying not to blush even more when he opened the door for her and leaned back, letting her pass.

She was much too flustered to even look around the room, let alone see if she liked it or wanted the other room, so she just mumbled to him that she will stay in this one, that he could take the other room.

Y/n knew he was about to ask her if she was sure, but whatever he saw in her face had him nodding, stepping back out of the room, tugging the door close with him as he went.

"See you soon, sweetheart." His parting words were heavy with the same knowing lilt he had a few minutes back when he had been flirting with her. It made Y/n’s cheeks heat up, and she turned to the bed, plopping down and burying her face in the plush pillows.

He was flirting with me.

Maybe… Feyre was right about him. Maybe I should give him a chance.

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After a light lunch and a few hours of rest, everyone had simultaneously gathered in the living room as if summoned by a silent command. Y/n had tried to sleep, and had accomplished the feat, but at the cost of tossing and turning every five minutes for an hour, her mind refusing to let her wind down and repeatedly playing the memories of Lucien flirting.

At least, she thought he was flirting. Y/n hoped she was not making a fool of herself for thinking that he was flirting while he simply was being kind.

She had gotten all of two hours of sleep before she shoved the covers off of her and decided to take a shower to freshen up, then she had proceeded to don a flowy sundress and walked downstairs. The hallways were empty, the only sign that she was not alone being the twins in the kitchen. They offered Y/n a smile before introducing themselves, then asked her if she needed anything.

Y/n had thought about it, then shook her head, telling them she just wanted to get some water. They graciously handed her a glass of it, despite her protests, and then they left her to her own devices.

She had just been sipping on it while staring at the sun setting when footsteps behind her let her know she was no longer alone, and she turned to look at Morrigan and Elain, who had walked down together. They offered her a smile, then sat along with her at the counter in swivelling chairs, the quiet comfortable and peaceful.

That was, before Cassian decided to grace them with his presence.

"Are Feyre and Rhys still not here?"

Y/n blinked, tearing her eyes away from the now violet horizon, barely any sliver of light visible, and gave him a smile. "Not yet."

He gagged. "They’re probably doing nasty stuff."

Nesta walked in with Gwyn and Azriel behind her, her eyebrows high.

"Like you don’t fuck."

He glared at Nesta. "Can you be a little more crass? I am trying to make new friends here."

Y/n hid her smile behind her cup, but considering it was a clear glass, she did not think it would work very well.

"So Y/n, what do you do during free time?"

Y/n set her now empty cup aside, turning all her attention to Cassian, who was done bickering with his fiance.

"I do crocheting while listening to podcasts, or I read when I just want to wind down. I also write."

He nodded appreciatively. "So you’re a creative person, huh."

"And she has a very pretty smile too."

Y/n felt her cheeks heating up already when she heard Lucien’s voice, but when she finally comprehended what he had said, she wondered if she’d just melt off.

God. Please, help me.

She tried not to meet his eyes, because even knowing him for barely a few hours, she knew he’d give her a knowing smirk, his eyes bright.

Cassian chuckled, and Y/n could feel everyone’s eyes on her.

Fuck.

Thankfully, Feyre and Rhysand finally arrived and took the attention away from her, and she felt like she could finally breathe again.

The couple asked what everyone wanted for dinner, bickering around for a few moments while Lucien, Elain, Azriel and Y/n watched.

Before long, Mor announced she was craving some barbecue, and when no one argued further, Rhys told everyone to gather on the back porch that faced the beach while he got the things out. When Y/n offered to help along with Feyre and Gwyn, Rhysand just told them to sit back and relax.

And then he dragged the other men with him.

Guess they won’t be getting any relaxing time.

The night passed almost too quickly to be natural, and Y/n already felt like she’d known these people for her whole life. Nesta and Gwyn refused to let anyone else talk to her because they were too busy asking her of all the books she’d read and inquiring whether she was planning on publishing.

Y/n could see Feyre pouting in the corner, but eventually Mor engaged her in a conversation, so Y/n’s guilt at not being able to give her friend enough time subsided.

When Nesta and Gwyn finally got distracted, Y/n leaned back, taking in the cool air when her neck prickled. Looking around, she met the gaze of Lucien from over the glowing barbeque, her cheeks flushing even when he hadn’t said or done anything. But he continued to look at her, the slightest tilt to those inviting lips.

Smug bastard.

When everything was cooked, Rhys called everyone to the outdoor dining table, the wood rich but warm, homey.

Y/n found two seats next to Gwyn, who beckoned her over. She smiled and had just settled down next to her new friend when she realised someone was sitting down next to her on the empty seat.

And it was not Feyre.

Mismatched eyes found her surprised gaze, and Lucien grinned at her.

"Lucien! That was my seat!"

He held eye contact with Y/n for a long moment before turning to a fuming Feyre. "Well, you can sit on my lap, darlin’. But I am already too comfortable in this seat to move."

Feyre huffed, the perfect picture of annoyance. But Y/n could see the glint in her eyes that told her that Feyre was having way too much fun right now watching Y/n blush.

When Feyre turned away to pout at her grinning fiance, Lucien leaned close to Y/n. "Or maybe, you can sit on my lap and I can give this seat to Feyre?"

Y/n turned away, trying to hide the warm flush on her skin at that. "I think Feyre will find herself another seat."

He chuckled quietly but let the topic go after that.

In the end, Feyre sat at the seat on the right of the head seat of the table, next to Lucien. Rhysand sat at the head, opposite Azriel, who occupied the seat on the other side of Gwyn, refusing to leave her side.

Everyone started to serve themselves, but just as Y/n was contemplating what to get, Lucien leaned past her, his scent enveloping her along with his warmth, and grabbed some grilled chicken.

"Try this, it’s good." With that, he put a few pieces on her plate, then continued to serve himself. He seemed so nonchalant, so careless as if he hadn’t just set Y/n’s heart on fire.

Like he wasn’t the reason she could not think straight.

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Y/n did not know how the days passed so quickly. Agreed, it was a four day getaway, and yet it felt like barely any time passed and it was already the day they had to return home.

If she had to be honest, she did not want to leave the bed. Her limbs felt like they were tied down, heavy metal placed on top to stop her from moving. She felt so tired, as if her body was trying to stay here just a little longer, and maybe being tired would get her to stay.

Which was the reason why she forced herself to push off the covers and set her legs on the cold, wood floor and traipsed sleepily towards the window to check if she had missed the sunrise again. She had been wanting to watch it since they all arrived, but every day for the past three days, she had slept away without a care.

She’d had to set an additional alarm to wake up earlier.

The sky outside was dark, almost blue. But she knew dawn wasn’t far off.

She hurried to freshen up, then walked down the stairs to get herself a glass of water.

After she had acquired her drink, she stepped out and settled down on the two seater swing on the back porch, under her own room’s balcony. The air was chilly, but not enough to have her want to get up and bring a shawl or something to keep herself warm.

She also felt really lazy as she began sipping on her water slowly.

Gosh, I love water.

She refrained from drinking anything that was not water or milk.

She was also lactose intolerant, but, who really cares about that.

Y/n had just leaned back, wrapping both her hands around her cup when she heard movement behind her. But she let herself relax, knowing it probably was Lucien.

That was one of the many things she’d learned about him in the past days.

He always woke up at dawn. He apparently then did some light gym when he could before breakfast, to keep himself in that drool worthy body.

His words, not mine.

Okay… Maybe mine.

And maybe, just maybe, Y/n had wanted to witness her first ever sunrise, had wanted to wake up earlier even though she disliked being up early just so she could spend some extra time with him.

Maybe.

It didn’t take him long to settle down beside her, his own cup of steaming beverage in hand. It looked like green tea to Y/n, who’d had experience with making it for her father nearly every day.

"Good morning." His voice was rough, the sleep evident in it.

Don’t blush, don't blush. He’s just said good morning.

She blushed. Just a little. "Morning."

"Sleep well?"

Y/n nodded, watching him from her peripherals as the swing dipped slightly with his added weight.

"Still sleepy though. First time I woke up by myself to watch the sunrise." She paused for a moment, glancing at him. His lips were curled to one side as he stared out over the beach, his gaze fixated to the horizon. She shrugged. "Usually it’s by my family dragging me and bullying me into waking up early."

He huffed out a chuckle, but after that let silence settle between them.

The air was so peaceful, it brought a sense of calm over Y/n.

Maybe she could get used to this.

The two sat and watched as the sun rose, so slowly but also too fast. Y/n wished to enjoy this time forever, wanted to continue taking in the soft orange and pink hues that painted the sky as the glowing ball of fire rose higher in the sky. Wanted to bask in the presence that nestled into the pillows next to her, wanted to ink the sound of his soft breathing permanently into her existence.

It was over too soon, and even though Y/n savoured every second of it, she could not help but feel a sense of longing the moment Lucien straightened. She did not want to let go of this moment just yet.

He seemed to think so too.

Just when she thought he’d get up and walk back inside, he turned his head to stare at her.

"So, who’s the cute guy you were talking about last night with Fey?"

Y/n’s lips quirked up, a sudden burst of boldness spurring her on. But she paused as she thought back to Feyre’s words the previous night.

"Do you like him?"

"I don’t know what you’re talking about."

"Oh please, I see the way you blush when he’s near. I see the way he follows you around like a lost puppy. I am not naive, sweet pea."

Y/n sighed. "I guess he’s cute."

Feyre squealed. "You need to go on a date with him."

If Y/n gave him the truthful answer, would she be making a fool of herself? Would she be doing herself the biggest favour ever? Did he even like her that way?

Finally, she decided that if she never tried, she might regret it later.

Feeling her gaze on him, she turned, knowing he waited for her answer. He sported a cheeky grin, eyes half lidded, as if he was more relaxed than he’d ever been.

She leaned in conspiratorially.

"You."

His grin faded, and he sat up straighter.

"What?"

"You’re the cute guy we were talking about."

He blinked, and Y/n did her best to hide her smug smile at the way his ears darkened with colour.

"Are you joking or flirting?" he mumbled, brows furrowed.

Oh, so he can flirt, but can’t take the flirting?

She told herself to remember that tidbit for later.

Y/n could not help it then. She let loose the smirk that broke out of her, and leaned closer still, so close that she could feel his breath on her face, so close that she knew that if she were to inhale, his lingering cologne from the previous day would take over every one of her senses.

Maintaining eye contact, she whispered.

"Flirting."

He did not move anything except for his eyes as she stood, his gaze following her like a physical caress. Just before she turned the corner out of his eyesight, she glanced back at him.

And winked.

She watched as a disbelieving grin formed on his lips, and then decided that was enough flirting for a year at least and ascended the stairs back to her room.

Feyre will lose her mind.

As soon as she closed the door behind her, she no longer felt that burst of confidence that came out of nowhere. Suddenly, she was a blushing mess as she shoved her face into the pillows and tried to calm her racing heart.

Her phone pinged then.

Feyre: ‘Lucien just texted me asking for your number. Is it okay if I give it?’

Y/n bit her lip to keep away the flustered smile. Just as she told Feyre to give it to him, she texted back.

Feyre: ‘Is there something I need to know? Why are you up so early anyway?’

Y/n decided that was enough. Feyre could wait.

Who’s the cute guy?

You.

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I RAN HERE AS SOON AS POSSIBLE BC I NEED TO REQUEST READER KICKING ASS I NEED READER TO GET THEIR GAME UP I NEED READER TO FINALLY STAND UP!!!!! THE READER EVOLUTION!!!!! so basiclly 🥺 im gonna request the fan favorites lycaon, ellen, anby,Billy, I think nicole is one them.... being saved from a thereal by the reader🔥🔥🔥🔥

Also I hope you have a nice day if all your fans are dead then I am no longer alive bro I think about the stories/Headcanon you make all dayyyyy I LOVE THEM SO MUCH and you as well hehe

ILYSM! I SWEAR TO GOD YOU ARE LITERALLY THE CUTEST! T^T TYSM -v- THIS REQUEST IS BADASS >o< I'm going to try my very best just for you <3

Pairings -> Von Lycaon, Ellen Joe, Anby Demara, Billy Kid, Nichole Demara x Reader

Warnings -> None maybe some swearing

Note -> Just Reader being a badass as they save the one and true love, princess in distress and the love of their life from an Ethereal

Genre -> Fluff

Von Lycaon

Okay it basically all started when you guys were in the Ballet Twins, Victoria housekeeping making sure everything is in touch but then met other strangers that was from the cunning hares

You noticed some sense of tension when the bangboo was picking up a recoding player or a music device as the bangboo said

Then a Ballet Ethereal appeared as Ellen and Corin went to attack, it was time to fight

You were so ready to kick these Ethereals asses, they were quite annoying as they always seem to love to scartch their pointed legs on the metal ground below them as they danced

You were fighting along side with your work friends as well as your boyfriend Lycaon, you have been together for a while before you both started working as a butler and a maid.

Lycaon was your boss and boyfriend which made it more exciting for you, since Lycaon would give you raises and some compliments toward you which always makes you blush in happiness

Now here you were fighting a long side with your love, it seems that the Ethereal was only targeting Lycaon as it started to spin its way to him, it looked like he didn't reacted quickly enough

You on the other hand, took your weapon and shielded Lycaon's body behind yours as you were sent flying to a wall that was a couple feet away from where you just were

"Y/n!" Lycaon's voiced called out as he sprinted to you to check if you were okay while the girls handled the Ethereal

"Are you okay My love?" He asked, checking to see if you had any Injuries

It has seemed that your forehead started to bleed but you laughed "Fuck yeah I'm okay, I protected you and that's all that matters to me" You proudly said

Lycaon just sighed as he patted your head, helping you up

"Let's finish this fight and then I'll treat your wounds, Also Language Young Lady"

"I'm perfectly fine Babe~" You flirted

That was totally worth it

Ellen Joe (this is not with an Ethereal)

Another scenario when you two were in the Ballet Twin fighting the Ethereal, but after finishing off the Ethereal went as it scattered away by bowing

Ellen didn't realize the flying bombs that was heading her way, she turned only a second to late

But instead of the bombs crashing into her, you charged your way to protect her as your sword sliced each bomb making the bombs go off

Ellen was in shocked but also impressed

She got quite lucky to have you since you were very skilled with your sword and you also protected the master Proxy and your girlfriend

Looks you have done a lot today, protecting everyone you love and cherished the most

Ellen seemed to have grumbled on how she didn't noticed but instantly thank you as she kissed your cheek in return of favor

You smiled as you spoke "Did you get hurt?" Ellen shook her head

"All thank to you, But are you hurt?"

"Nope, No cuts or bruises" You smiled

Ellen rolled her eyes and she chuckled "Okay smartass"

You laughed, At least you protected Ellen in all way possible but now you had to handle the people who sent those bombs toward your girlfriend

You snapped you head towards the direction the bombs were coming from as you saw people scattering away in fear

"Bingo"

Anby Demara

It was the time when you and the team went to get a important item for Nicole called the strong box, you guys went all the way to only get into a hollow

You were separated form the other but you were with Anby, which was fine since you two were close as in "dating"

Anby was the one who confessed which was surprising for you but you accepted her confession as you both started dating for quite a well

Now you two were in a hollow together, trying to find the other which I mean Billy and Nicole

After a while, Billy was found and went to find Nicole with you guys, finally you all were all together again

You guys were now in front of the strong box but was disturbed by something, you heard a noise that sounded like a Ethereal

You turned around to see an Ethereal sneaking up on Anby so you went in protective mode as you went to Anby to push her away as you took the hit instead as you went flying a couple feet away

"Name!" Your name was called out by Anby as she went up to you

"I'm fine, I'm fine" You smiled

Anby sighed as she helped you up

Looks like you guys have to fight a powerful Ethereal

But at least you were together

Billy Kid

Okay now this is a tough one, you and Billy have been together for a WHILE since you and him were obsessed with Starlight Knight so you guys met on one of those meeting things for the movie

Now you guys were together in a hollow, trying to find the other members of the cunning hares, Nicole and Anby

Billy kept his eyes open just in case for any Ethereal that might come charging at you and him, but for you were like a eagle, looking out for anything valuable or any threats that might come your way

You wanted to protective Billy and you knew he wanted to protect you, that's why you loved him, he was silly and goofy as well as amazing guy to hangout with

You and him would go on arcade dates and play snake duel at godfinger

It was always fun

You thought of those memories but stopped as you heard a noise that sounded like groaning and grumbling

An Ethereal

You turned around to see nothing but then turned to Billy to warn him but instantly noticed an Ethereal behind him, you went into fight mode as you ran up to the Ethereal

Billy thought you were going for a hug but instead

You wrapped your arms around Billy as you sliced through the head of the Ethereal making it go limp as it feel to the ground

You huffed through your nose

No-one hurts Billy, not even you

"Oh, so you weren't going for a hug." Billy whined

You chuckled as you hugged him "I protected you dummy"

"My hero"

Nicole Demara

This girl got you and her in a sticky situation, you guys were in a hollow for god knows how long all because of a box that she liked to call it the strong box

You guys were chased by a gang and sudden went into a hollow that wasn't far from the building you guys fell out of just because a helicopter shot at you guys for not caring who was in the building

But it looks like you were with your girlfriend which was good so you could keep a eye out for her

"Ugh, I never thought this would happen now we are stuck down here and the others are gone" She complained

You felt worried about Nicole, so you comforted her and said that you guys should keep going to find the others so she agreed

You kept your guard open and you knew there was a lot of Ethereal creatures in this hollow you guys were currently in

You kept your weapon in your hand just in case

After a few moments you heard many noises from your left side that was until a Ethereal attacked both of you

Looks like you two had to fight

During the fight, Nicole wanted to see if you were okay but didn't notice the Ethereal launching at her so you ran to her

You caught her with your arm as you hit the Ethereal in the blackhole looking head making it fall to the ground

You looked to Nicole to see if she was okay, but all you could see was Nicole's red face

You noticed the position you guys were in, as you had a arm aroudn her waist as your other had you weapon that was in the air, Nichole's body was leaning on your arm as she was caught just in time before she hit the ground

"You okay?" You asked, Nicole nodded as she hummed a yes

You smiled and chuckled a little

"Guess You fell for me~" You flirted as she pushed your face away as she started to whined about how close you guys were

"Okay, you're too close!" Nichole shouted

"Hun, We are literally dating"

"That's not the point!"

I finished this later than expected

-A<3

[eydi-andrius]

Fool Entire III

warnings: none, a flashback, nobles being nobles but none so far

pairings: Aemond Targaryen x Highborn!Reader

summary:

If someone asked you who Prince Aemond was in your life, you probably would have said the love of your life.

Years have passed but still your heart yearns for him. 

But you were no fool.

It was a lesson learned for you not to give your heart to a man who knows nothing but duty. Highly inspired by the song Bitter Water by Oh Hellos.

a/n: well... i don't think i did well on that interview but yeah i did my best. hehe! Anyway, here it is! i'm so excited to share this with you! also, i will not do a tag list anymore as there's no changes with the reads that i have if I have them or not. you may click your notifications on for my page to get new updates

Your comments are really important to me but it is easier for me to see it if you use reblog. It will also help more readers to see my work. Thank you, lovelies! Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV

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There was a well-known story about a young lord who was stripped off his title as heir when he pursued his dream of singing. 

He was ridiculed and was later banished. The last time the people of King's Landing heard from him was when he traveled to Essos. 

Since then, no one knows what happened to him. They believed he died singing. At least he was serenaded by his tunes before he was captured and killed by the Dothraki, the whispers have said. 

"Uncle, why are you braiding my hair so slowly?" The girl at a young age of five grumbled and pouted as she tried her best not to move so her uncle could finish fixing her hair. 

"Then why did you come for me to fix your hair? You can always ask your servant to help you with it." The young man said as he picked up the laces to lock her hair. He made sure to tighten it this time to prevent the knot from falling. 

"No way! If I come back with my hair in disarray, they will tell my teacher in etiquette about it. She will hit me again." The girl turned to his uncle with a frown. Cheeks were puffed as she pursed her lips in disapproval. 

The uncle's eyes softened at that and he sat down in front of her so their eyes would meet. 

"Then don't hesitate to come for me again so I can fix your hair, yes?" He smiled and the young one cheered and hugged him tightly. From a hug, he surrounded his arm to her tiny form and picked her up with a groan. 

"Oh darling! You sure are getting heavier!" He grumbled again when he straightened his back and heard a loud pop from the action. 

"She's growing well isn't she?" A woman wearing a gray dress sauntered forward in their direction. She was holding her round huge belly and by the looks of it, she was about to give birth soon. 

"Why are you here? I thought you're not feeling well?" The man asked with a worried look as the girl shouted "mother!" and requested to be put down so she can come running towards her. 

The girl immediately came beside the woman and held her hand. She helped her sit down at a nearby chair. 

"I am fine. I feel suffocated being in the same room for days now. A change of scenery will not hurt the babe." The woman muttered a quiet thank you to the girl with a smile. 

"And also, I missed your voice. Would you sing for me before I could have this child?" The woman smiled at the man. Before he could protest tho, the girl jumped from joy after hearing her mother's request. 

"Would you, uncle?! Please sing the song….Ahhh….that….umhh…Dragon Lullaby!" She said in a high pitched tone as she excitedly requested her new favorite song. 

The man learned that song once while staying on the Red Keep. He doesn't really know what the full meaning of the song was. He just knew that it was sung in Valyrian and it was known as Dragon Lullaby. 

With a smile and a sigh, a sign of him giving up, he opened his mouth and started singing. Soft voice echoed throughout the room. The mother closed her eyes enjoying the song while the girl started humming as she tried to imitate her uncle. 

Drakari pykiros

Tīkummo jemiros

Yn lantyz bartossa

Saelot vāedis

Hen ñuhā elēnī:

Perzyssy vestretis

Se gēlȳn irūdaks

Ānogrose-

However, the song was interrupted as footfalls echoed to the hallway. There stood the father of the girl and husband of the pregnant woman, wearing a smug grin on his face. 

"Wonderful as always brother." He clapped mockingly as he moved forward, standing beside the girl, who looked terrified as she grabbed her mother's hand. The lady cooed her and moved her nearer. 

"Brother, what brings you here?" With a tight lip, the uncle straightened and looked unsure to his younger brother's eyes. 

"Hmmmm….Father was looking for you."

"He does? Do you know why?" 

"You'll see." The younger brother grinned, too happy for the atmosphere he created. 

With an uncertain look, he bid his farewell to the girl and lady. He gulped as he walked past his brother. 

When the younger brother made sure his brother was out of earshot, the man laughed maniacally. Scaring his daughter and wife. 

With a quiver in her voice, the wife boldly asked, "Is there something amusing, dear husband?" 

"Nothing at all. Just prepare yourself to be called the lady of the house soon." He laughed while sharing the good news to her, but terrible news to the wife, who adored the older brother like her true friend. 

"What do you mean?" Eyes-widen, the lady stood up abruptly scaring the young girl beside her more. 

"Throw all of your affections away towards my older brother now. I am sure he will be banished soon." The man gave the lady a sneer before he abruptly left after dropping the announcement that shattered the woman's heart with worry. She tried to calm down her nerves but her breathing became worse.

She was heaving when she sat down and clutched her stomach. A pained groan left the lady's lips as she felt a contraction on her stomach. 

The girl's eyes widened in fear and she immediately went near her mother. She asked her many questions about what she was feeling when she felt her shoes got wet from water that came out of nowhere. She traced down the source of it with her eyes and fear overtook her when she realized where it came from. 

"Run and tell a servant that I am giving birth." Even in pain, her mother managed to tell her what she needed. With a nod, she ran towards the door and out on the hallway looking for help. 

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"Uncle……what are you doing here?" She was feeling many emotions at once but the one that resurfaced was confusion as she frowned at the man who looks older now with grayish hair. 

Her family believed he died after he went to Essos. Not that his death was mourned by them, as her family hated him for choosing a foolish dream instead of being a lord. Her mother does though and she remembered she does too, missing his voice and the way he helped her hide that he secretly fixed her hair so the matron will not know she did not behave like a lady that day. 

She thought she'll forget his face when she gets older but she can still recognize him. His father's older brother, his mother's dear friend. He is here. Standing in front of you, alive and well.

The old man opened and closed his mouth, trying to speak but couldn't. His eyes were wide, stance quivering from relief. Until a tear left his eyes and he crumbled in front of you. 

"Oh thank the new gods! I thought of you two as dead. Many have told me to expect it but I did not believe any word they said." As his knees weakened with relief, he fell down on the floor and by instinct, you went to his side and asked for his well-being. 

"I'll go get water." You heard your sister say as she went to the kitchen. You can hear water being poured to a cup but all your attention was on your uncle. 

He was mumbling about almost losing hope he will ever find the both of you. Being a young noble lady, alone to fight the world, the chances of surviving were very slim but he did not give up.

Instead, he searched every corner of Westeros and followed any trail they provided him. He doesn't care about how tiring it was. How expensive. He cannot lose his nieces. The children of her dear friend. 

You helped him to sit back down on the nearby chair and your sister helped him to sip a cup of water to help calm him down. You asked him to breathe, slowly, in and out. And he followed you even with shaky breaths. Once he deems that he is alright, you step back and stand beside your sister. She looked at you, confused and somewhat curious. 

"I apologize for my behavior earlier. Your sister might be confused about who I am. Allow me to reintroduce myself. I am your uncle, your father's brother. The known family shame if they refuse to talk about me properly as I know my family well more than anyone." He introduced himself with a bitter chuckle.

"Oh….you are the…." Your sister raised her finger and looked at you as if asking your permission as she was uncertain to mention something rude. 

"Yes, the one who was supposed to be dead after pursuing his useless dreams. Eaten by the Dorthraki, dismembered, you name it." He said ever so casually.

"Don't be surprised that I know. The people won't stop talking about it for a while. I memorized every tale by now." You can't help but give a low chuckle on how he shared his story. The nobles will never change. And you won't be surprised if he is still under scrutiny. 

Your sister also gave a kind laugh, followed by your uncle as you three looked at each other and understood the struggle that the rumors brought into your lives. 

After a while, you three stopped laughing and you stared at your uncle. You gave him a smile before you ran towards him and gave him the biggest, warmest hug. 

"Oh! I am so glad to see you safe and sound. I myself do believe the rumors that you might be dead but I am thankful that the gods let us see each other again. Come here, Rhea. Meet our uncle. Our mother's closest confidant and friend, who has the voice of an angel and a talent in music." You gesture to your sister to come towards your direction and she did not hesitate to hug him as well. He grunts as he was surprised by your sister's weight as she gave him a tight hug. 

"I know you, uncle! And not by the rumors! Mother won't stop talking about you and she made sure that we will get only the best stories about you." She gave a wolfish grin and proudly shared the stories she heard and believed. 

Your uncle then gave a bashful smile as he made himself humble with the praises your sister keeps throwing his way. Your mother truly loved your uncle, not just a friend but also as a brother. 

However, despite the happy reunion, something keeps bugging inside your mind. As someone who was used to the slum, you must always listen to your gut instinct because it will always save you from harm. It never failed you, not even once. 

That's why after your sister and uncle talked about each other, you can't help but utter the question you wanted to ask. 

"If it was true that you lived a hard life, then I don't understand how you were able to search in every corner of Westeros, if you don't have the gold to help you with finding both of us?" Both of your sister and uncle lost their smiles as you've asked about the obvious. You cannot risk it. When he mentioned about a hard life and still living as much as he can through music, something doesn't seem right. And you have to know about it. Not that you do not trust him but you have been betrayed by the very people who swore to love and cherish you, just to be discarded the next day. You have to know. 

With the question being thrown, the atmosphere changed and your uncle looked more serious.

"I…..Rest assured that it wasn't my intention to hide any of this from the two of you. I thought, maybe, I will share this once I've got to hear your stories and you've got to hear mine but since you have asked and I don't want you to not trust me, I will share how I was able to search every corner of Westeros." His hand tightened holding the wooden cup of water. Uncertain, he tipped it unto his mouth and drank, probably for strength on whatever he had to reveal. 

"It was true that the money I used to search for the two of you came from our family." He continued as he licked his lips.

"That's impossible. The pirates seized all of our own." You denied. 

"I know. But it did come from our riches…..You see when I heard about what happened to our house, I went back to King's Landing and did my best to convince the nobles to help me take it back and find you, my nieces. However, no one batted an eye. All I got was mocking from all of them. Until he came to me." He bit his lips and worry etched on his face. 

"Who?" Curious, you asked.

"He asked me why it must be saved. And I told him the hidden mine, our family heirloom where our riches came from. It will be helpful in bringing stability to the kingdom and also will strengthen our land and sea, aside from the power the sea snake has brought to us. When he asked how I know it will still be intact after my brother's reign, I told him that even my father does not know about that reserved. My grandmother was the one who shared it with me and I hold the map for that hidden treasure. I have to reveal it because I know that's the only one that can save us and our family……I thought at first, he would not believe me, but then the next day came and we looked for it. We found the place and he assisted me in convincing the King to take back our land." He continued the story and you can't help the pang inside your chest. You can feel it gurgling inside you. You are scared of whatever this might be. 

"Who is he, uncle?" You asked again and this time, he looked you in the eye before speaking again.

"You see……the second son had no power nor land on their name. So they have to create their own. I convinced him that if he was able to defeat the pirates and grow our land back, I would give it to him and I would be his aide. And as a promising young man with ambition, he did. He was able to and the land was awarded to him. No one knows tho. As the King and King's hand were scared if he fails but despite winning, he told them to keep it a secret still. But I can't do that to you. I know what you've been through…"

Shaking your head you took a step back with labor breath, not accepting what your uncle was telling you about. 

A promising young man who was able to convince the King and King's hand….. The second son. There is no one that fits that description other than him.

"Don't tell me that you brought him here. To me….?" You asked, frightened about him appearing on your door any time he wants to. Silver hair, body clad with leather armor, eye patch intimidating anyone who crosses his path.

"No! No! No! Don't misunderstand. I never told him about today. I found the two of you by accident and coincidence. I was roaming around the street when I saw a lady wearing a familiar stitched beautiful dress. I asked her who made it because I know that style was from your mother's." He quickly defended himself but you can't help but still worry. 

"I will never force the two of you to come back to court. I know how cruel it was. How much you've suffered. However, I know that being here is much more dangerous than when you were in court. A former noble lady is a good product for a slave. I know because I've seen it first hand in Essos. I am proud of what you have accomplished by yourselves but you also must understand my worry as the streets become riddled with new dangers everyday. I will respect whatever you decide but in my heart, I hope that the three of us will be together and we can protect each other." 

You can't remove the sincere eyes of your uncle as you finally waved him goodbye when he left your home. All of the things he mentioned were true. 

And despite not seeing him for years, something inside you believes that he is being true to his words.

You would lie if you never worry about the safety of your sister as she slowly grows up as a fine lady. 

A poor woman will never survive the streets alone. Dangers will be lurking twice scarier than a man faces everyday.

You can never live with him especially since your uncle was his aide. But you are no fool not to think about it.

You have grown street smart and there's a part of you that thinks maybe living with your uncle is better than starting from the slums. 

You shook your head to remove the thought when you heard your sister's voice from behind. There will be a right time to think about that. 

Right now, you must focus on what you need to do. Finish the dresses and sell them tomorrow. You also need to buy new supplies. You reminded yourself to talk to Simon and help the two of you to carry your things.

Yet, a question remains inside your head, as to why he helped your uncle. Was it truly because of the honor or something else? You laughed at yourself for even thinking he has other motives that include you. That was from your old self, to whom you did your best to bury, who keeps resurging whenever he was mentioned.

He doesn't care.

Best to focus on you and your sister's future. 

[devilishchaos]

Sexy stuff | Jack Harlow imagine

Rating / genre: M (18+); smut, fluff

Pairings: Reader x Jack Harlow

Summary: Jack is at the studio the whole day. Comes home and surprises you, or is it that you surprise him? Things get heated <3 hehe

Warnings: Explicit smut, oral sex (m receiving), use of pet names “babe”, “baby”, explicit talk

Word Count: 3 531 words

This is a work of fiction. The story, names, characters and incidents either are product or the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

AN: part 2

It was a gloomy day in Louisville and you had been staying in the comfort of your home the whole day. The boys spent their day at the studio, which meant that you had the apartment to yourself, so you had a self-care day. 

Before you knew it the night wound down at around 7:40 pm and you went back to your and Jack’s room to pick up your book, eager to find out what was going to happen next. But just as you were immersing yourself in the fictitious world, you heard a knock on the glass door of your terrace. 

You scrunched your face up and quickly glanced at your phone to see if anyone had messaged you. Nothing. So, you got up and went to pull the curtain. A mop of curly hair was looking down but upon noticing you, Jack flipped his head up and gave you a dazzling smile. You opened the door, welcoming him in. 

“What in the world are you doing, Jackman? Why are you coming through the terrace like a creep?” You shake your head at him.

“When I did that in the beginning of our relationship you didn’t think it was creepy.” 

“You could have used the door! You know, like a normal person.” You pointed out the obvious. 

“When it comes to you I’m not normal.” He winked. “Now, let me say hi properly. Hey. We missed you today.” he admitted right away, as he kicked his shoes off and stepped inside, pulling the door shut behind him. 

“Yeah, it was actually kind of weird not seeing you guys.” you said as you took his hand and brought him to the bed, letting him crawl on it before you followed. 

“Yeah, it was.” His face warmed as you looked at each other. He spoke again after a short moment: “You look pretty.”

“Oh, do I?” You looked down at your little matching “home” set that consisted of booty shorts and a short sleeved tee. You wouldn’t exactly call it pretty but it was decent. And you had a bit of a sun-kissed glow going on for a few days now, so you felt great. 

“I mean, you always do but..” He shrugged. You weren’t sure whether to find it adorable or hot. 

You tilted your head to admire him – his light blue t-shirt and cream shorts showing off his muscular arms and strong legs. His curls pointed in different directions, some going into his eyes with the way he was holding his head. 

Without thinking, you pushed them back, his head lifting with the touch. “Well, thank you. You look pretty good too.” 

He felt nice to the touch. You’d been starved of it all day – you were alone in the apartment, didn’t have any family or friends over so you didn’t get the chance to be affectionate toward anybody. And with Jack here now, you realized you’d missed it. 

Perhaps his mind had gone to a similar place because when he looked at you, his lips parted slightly and his eyebrows raised.

The vibe switched immediately. There was an ardor lingering in the air now. You could suddenly feel all the clothes that sat on your skin, feel your whole body craving for him to touch you. You knew you could reach out and initiate it but you also felt like you couldn’t. 

After a moment, he nodded slowly, carefully, his eyes wandering away from yours. “Do you want to go back to your book?” 

You took in a breath then looked over – he’d seen the book lying there open. You thought for a moment. 

“Only if you’ll stay and keep me company.”

“Of course.”

Sharing a smile, you grabbed your book, scooting up to rest against the headboard of your bed. As soon as you were comfortable, he placed his head in your lap and pulled out his phone. 

“Right before you came, there was a big twist and now it’s getting really interesting.” you told him, a touch of excitement evident in your voice.

“I’m guessing this is another one of your sexy books?”

You chuckled. “No, not this one. But that other one is on the nightstand if you want it to pass the time.” You said as a joke, started laughing once he’d rolled over to grab the burgundy hard cover and then laid back in your lap, holding the book open above him.

“So, when does it get good?” he asked, sliding his thumb over the pages to skim through.

“Well if you want the fun stuff, you’re going to have to skip the first, like, 150 pages, probably. The plot isn’t very complicated, I’m sure you’ll be able to follow.” He peered up at you with a smile before returning to the book and skipping ahead a big chunk. 

Twenty or so minutes flew by and you were so spellbound into your book that when you looked at Jack, you were genuinely surprised to see him still reading. 

“Why is this actually kind of..cute?” he asked, noticing you’d come up for air. 

You giggled, setting your book to the side just for the moment so you could play with his hair. 

“I can’t believe you’re actually reading it.”

“Well, I can’t stop at this point. I was promised sexy stuff.”

“Haha, yeah, obviously.” you mocked. You glanced at how far he’d made it into the book. The kind of scene he was looking for shouldn’t be too far off. And already knowing the content he was about to find, you were amused and kind of excited. The book had definitely made you hot reading it, so what if it did the same to him? 

“Keep reading,” you told him with a sly smile. 

So, you both did for another few minutes until you heard a short “oh” come from him. Looking at him again, you found his eyes stuck on the page. 

“What’s happening in the book?” Of course, you knew. At least, the essence. 

“Umm..stuff.” He coughed. 

“What stuff?”

“Sexy stuff.”

“I told you.” 

He didn’t respond. 

Another few minutes later, another “oh” came out. “It was so cute for a moment there and now..wow”

“What?”

“They’re, umm, in the house. And it’s raining. And..”

You laughed, unable to tell if he didn’t want to continue or was just too busy reading the next line. You bit your lip. You let your eyes flick over to his crotch, only guessing what you’d find but still being terribly satisfied when you saw you were right. 

He tilted his chin up to look at you, still looking cute even though his expression was now considerably less innocent, and you were sure you were looking at him the same way. 

“You want to keep reading?” You liked to push all his buttons.

His eyes narrowed. “I think I want something else..” he said, his voice somehow sounding deeper if that was possible. 

He sat up, switching to his knees and dropping the book face down on the bed. He then took yours and did the same before grabbing hold of your ankles and pulling you down a bit so that you were fully lying on your back with your face upward, head resting on your pillow. 

A surprised yelp escaped from you at the quick movement and by the time he was crawling up your body, you felt your pussy clenching around nothing. Fuck, you hadn’t been expecting him to be rough with you right off the bat but already you wanted more. 

“You’re trying to annoy me.” he accused, his sexy arms bracing himself above you. 

You gasped “Accusations..false accusations!” 

You almost groaned at the slight press of his body down on yours. “What are you talking about, sweet face?” 

He shook his head ever so slightly as if to challenge: “you didn’t just say that to me”, then leant his face close to yours, looking now only at your lips. He nipped at the bottom one, grabbing it between his teeth and pulling, causing you to instinctively tilt your head up, until it slipped out. 

When he came closer again, you caught his lips, kissing him for the first time for the night and being instantly reminded of how divinely his lips felt against yours, just aggressive enough to feel his need. 

He pulled back and attested: “Nothing about me is sweet, except when I give you that sweet, sweet, sweet semen.” 

“No? Show me then.” You attempted to keep your voice steady, but your body was curling to him, betraying you. 

He adjusted his position, pushing his pelvis into you, between your parted legs, watching you closely as your breath hitched at the feeling of his cock rock hard against you. Why did he feel so fucking big? That was enough to make you want him inside of you immediately. 

Your hands came to rest on his shoulders, gripping them slightly. You let out a little moan, eyes closing, when he began to grind painfully slowly against you, where you were long past wet. When you opened your eyes again, he was looking at you darkly.

“That feels good?”

He knew the answer but you nodded anyway, unable to stop the soft sounds you made every time his dick rubbed against your clit, so good even though the layers of fabric were still in between you two. 

“Call me “sweet” again. See what happens.” he demanded, a cocky look on his face that was new to you. Fuck.

“Why? What are you gonna do, sweet cheeks?” You asked innocently looking straight into his eyes. If this was the kind of reaction you got from calling him “sweet” then you needed to find out what would happen if you pushed it further. 

As soon as these words left your mouth he stilled, then pulled back so that he was just knelt between your legs with no contact, looking down at you with arms crossed. 

“Oh, come on.” you breathed, suddenly too needy for this game. 

“Do you wanna try that again?” His voice was hard and low, like a scolding teacher, and it was driving you crazy.

“What are you gonna do, baby?”

He smirked. “What am I gonna do? Hmm..” He pulled his t-shirt over his head and tossed it somewhere in your bedroom, your eyes immediately taking in his chest and down to his v-line.  It wasn’t a new sight to you but still left you breathless “I’m gonna get my apology.” His mouth parted, his tongue coming out to flick his lower lip, his eyes still locked on yours as his hands rested on his hips. 

“I’m sorry. I won’t call you “sweet” anymore.” you responded, though it was flat and borderline ingenuine. 

“Get up.” he instructed, as he stepped back off the mattress. 

You followed the direction, coming to stand in front of him at the foot of the bed, your hands sticking to his body like glue and softly sliding around his waist. 

He looked down at you, just with his eyes, his face so serious, you almost believed he was genuinely mad. “Why don’t you give me a better apology?”

You swallowed then let go as he slowly started sliding his shorts down. 

“Can you do that for me, baby?” 

Looking up at him, a small smile appeared on your lips. “Yes, sir.” you answered softly, before finishing the job by pulling them down over his thick thighs, leaving the garment at his feet which he quickly kicked away. 

When you stood up again, you ran your hands across his chest, coming back to his waist, feeling around his stomach, down to the front of his thighs then to where his cock strained in his boxers, practically pressing into you. You kept your eyes on his face, waiting to see how long it’d take for his hard expression to crack. 

You pulled at the waistband of his underwear, sliding them down with one hand while the other took a hold of him, he felt thick and solid, and warm against the palm of your hand. Oh Lord, he would feel incredible inside you. 

He took in a shaky breath, his chest rising and falling more noticeably but was otherwise unchanged. He was doing good but was unable to completely hide the way your touch affected him. 

Looking down for a moment, you watched your hand stroke him gently. “You have such a nice cock.” You almost added “sweets” on to the end again but refrained. You were both being stubborn but you weren’t going to be able to put up with his teasing much longer. “I bet it feels fucking amazing.”

Making eye contact again, you were pleased to see a glimmer of desire in his eyes, not missing the way he swallowed hard at your words. You knelt down on the ground in front of him, continuing to stroke him for a few moments before bringing your wet tongue to the underside of his shaft, licking from base to tip. 

He exhaled, his hips bucking slightly and his eyes fluttering closed. 

You repeated the motion, this time moving your tongue over to wet one side and then the other, making it easier for your hand to glide smoothly along him as you kept pumping slowly. He was so hard, you were soaking your underwear at the thought of him trying to fit inside you. 

“I don’t get to hear you?” you asked sweetly, before taking the head in your mouth and swirling your tongue around on it, tasting his pre-cum as it mixed with your saliva. 

He answered your question with a groan, his hand flying to the back of your head and holding you steadily there, before pulling you closer. 

You didn’t restrain against it, letting your mouth take him in as much as you could, lips sucking around him. As he started to let more sounds out, you moaned too, his pleasure riling you up, every little groan and whimper coming out of his mouth, so sexy. 

“Fuck, Y/N.” he breathed as you moved, your lips and tongue massaging up and down his length, with your slick hand guiding and providing a few extra inches of pressure around him. 

You continued, encouraged by his voice and occasional uninhibited movements. After a minute, you went to look up at him, popping off for a moment to do so, while your hand still worked on him. His face was relaxed, he was into utter bliss now, the hard mask from before long gone. 

“Does that feel good, baby? Do I get to make you come like this?” you brought your mouth back for another long lick. 

“Ugh..Yes.” he hissed, his fingers readjusting in your hair and grabbing again. “Shit. Please, baby..”

You knew what that meant. And you fucking loved it. Bringing your mouth back once again, you took his cock in until it met resistance, then pushed a little farther, causing your throat to spasm slightly around him. 

He let out a forceful groan. “Oh, my God.” His hips bucked, causing you to gag around him slightly and pull off, only to go right back down again after a short breath, your forehead touching against his abdomen. 

You moved in short thrusts, keeping him deep in your throat, telling from his sounds and how his cock seemed to get even harder, that you didn’t need to try anything else. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna..” He tensed, his free hand flying up to his mouth, and acting as a barrier to the sounds he was emitting. 

As soon as his orgasm started, you bobbed your head up and down with the same pace, as he released into your mouth, his let moans out causing you more satisfaction than he could’ve ever realized. You swallowed it all as you began to slow down and ease off, milking him with your hand and lips, until he had relaxed again and you felt it was safe to pull away. 

Wiping your hand across your mouth, you looked up at him, finding him with his eyes still closed, hand falling from his face. He sat and collapsed back on the bed so you shuffled forward between his legs to rest on his thighs, drunk on the power of giving collapse-worthy orgasms. 

As you waited for him to calm down, you left soft kisses on his thighs. His body was so beautiful – it deserved all the affection and care. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he sighed, his voice so husky, deep and breathless. You giggled quietly. He propped himself up on his elbows to meet your gaze, his expression still glazed over with euphoria. 

You just smiled at him as you got up and went to lay by his side, facing his body, your hand moving to caress his gorgeous bare chest. “You’re so fucking hot coming like that.”

“You felt amazing. I came so hard..fuuuck.” he said, turning shy at the end of his sentence and folding into your chest to hide his face. 

Your hand followed, rubbing his shoulder then reaching to pull his head back so that you could look at him again. 

Once he could meet your eyes, you shared an intimate look for a moment before he leant in to kiss you. You sunk into the kiss, enjoying the feel of his mouth. His hand caressed your cheek, your upper arm, lower to your hip, your thigh, before brushing inwards and meeting your sex over your shorts. 

You breathed desperately into the kiss at his light touch, a little whimper coming out. 

He began to move, but quickly decided better and slipped his hands under both layers to feel for himself how you had soaked through your panties entirely. 

“Fuck.” he uttered, pulling away from your lips to look down in disbelief. 

“Yeah.” you said with a nod, followed by a gasp as he began rubbing circles through your wetness. “You made me so wet, Jack. So fucking wet for you.”

“Such a good girl..apologizing like that. And liking it so much, huh?” He watched you and your body’s every response as his fingers moved. You looked at him, his face was soft, curiosity in his eyes and perfectly confident. 

Then a buzz could be heard that caught your attention. And then another one. You both looked around the room trying to figure out where the sound was coming from, and quickly realized it was coming from the floor. And then you met each other’s eyes. His phone. 

“I should-”

“Do you have to?” you asked needily, ready to mewl at the removal of his touch. 

“Just..” he began, almost chuckling as he pulled away quickly and grabbed the phone out of his shorts pocket. He returned but his face dropped a bit upon reading the message. “They’re looking for me. Want to record. Saying they have a dope beat and I need to get it down.”

“They can’t do it without you? There’s fucking 4 of them.” you grumbled. 

He let out a sigh. “Babe, It’s my song. Literally I’m the one that has to record it.” he explained, though you could see the guilt displayed all over his face. 

Your head fell back on the bed exasperated. You couldn’t believe your damn luck. “It’s fine. Go.” you told him, waving him off with one hand. 

“I can lie to them. Say you’re sick and I’m taking care of you or something?” There he was being adorable again. 

“No, no lying. I can’t let you lie.” you told him, sure of your words though your tone was unmistakably bothered. 

“Are you sure?” he asked, his hand moving to your waist, thumb rubbing gently. 

“Yes, I’m sure.” You began to get up and he followed, quickly finding his clothes and pulling them back on. 

“I’ll make it up to you. I’ll make up for it by a lot. I promise.” he assured, as he came close to you, taking you into his chest and hugging you before pulling back and planting a deep kiss on your mouth. You melted into him, unable to stop yourself from furthering the kiss, your hands snaking up to his neck. 

But you were just making it worse for yourself. You pulled away, punching lightly at his chest in frustration. “God dammit.” you swore, making him chuckle again, and this time you joined him. “Okay, go. Before I change my mind and tie you to the bed.” 

He looked at you surprised but it quickly fell into lustfulness. “Is..that an option?” he asked before a smirk made its way onto his lips.

“Gooo, Jack!” you exclaimed, the word turning into a laugh halfway through.

“Okay, okay.” He held up his hands, gave you one more kiss, then headed towards the door. But just before he left, he came back to grab his unfinished book off the bed, shooting you a cheeky smile and sending you a wink, then jogged out. 

You pulled the door shut behind him, still laughing quietly. Turning around to look at the empty room, you groaned. You guessed you’d have to take care of this yourself.

[livealittleoc-cb]

Meet (some of) the Gods!

Astria has no one true god. Gods from all type of myth join together and collaborate in their realms and places on what has to be done, jobs and duties. Some of these realms have helpers that consist of witches or warlocks (sometimes wizards) to lighten the load. Very slimly will there be humans picked for these jobs.

🍷: *snoring*

♥️: Hey! Wake up!

🍷: *moves away* nooo *whines*

♥️: Di come on people are watching!

🍷: mmm *pulls him down and cuddles him* night~

Welcome the Greek God of Wine, Dionysus!

🎧: oh mY OLYMPUS! LOOK SIS HUMANS!

🏹: yeah I can see, now shut up-

🎧: *pouts* you’re so mean to me

Welcome the Greek God of the Sun, Music and Dance, Apollo && the Greek Goddess of Hunting and the Moon, Artemis!

⚰️: ….

💀: ya good there big man

⚰️: *nods*

💀: …this is why I don’t like you-

⚰️: *scoffs and rolls his eyes*

Welcome the Egyptian God of Death, Anubis!

🌪️: LITTLE DRAGON!!

💀: IDIOT!!

🌪️ & 💀: *stare, laugh and squeal hugging each other*

🌪️: Hehe let’s go burn something~ cause a little…chaos~

Welcome the Egyptian God of Chaos, Set!

🪦: *giggles* Such cute little humans there are~

🔮: do we have to be here Ma Lumière [my light]…there’s a lot of people

🪦: Oh, Mon Amour [my love] don’t worry *kisses her knuckles* They can’t hurt you remember~ You cause them more pain! *beams happily*

Welcome the Norse Goddess of Death, Hel && Greek Goddess of Magic, Witchcraft, Night, Light, Ghosts, Necromancy and Moon, Hecate!

Welcome my new babes!~ 🥰 For lore and pats story purposes Ace and Di are together (dated in the past) along with Jay and Set (recently together) and it will be on their profiles! Their profiles will be coming out soon and I’ll be adding stuff to all profiles, things like certain appearance things and maybe hobbies!~ I hope everyone likes the newbies and please treat them well! 🥰

possible new residents: @monsterhigh-cb [🐟💙 && ⚡💖] @faywithlove​ @theinvitation-bot @badbf-cb @raiden-oc @welcome-to-maniac [🐇🖤] @darkmoonsiblings​  @nana-n-nono  @onlyomega-cb  @clubwnderland  @supernaturalcb  @mystical-ocs @domxbot  @ocmyths  @fantasyaespa [💚🐈 && 💎☀️] @thepatchedpaw @fantasycafexbot @redlight-cb  @theocsnextdoor  @vanillaluna-oc @dawnswonderland-entertainment @k-pop-shelter @fantasy-teez @bluerosemafiacb [🔪❣️] @beastfights-starting  @divineblood-cb @cave-of-celestials @littleprincejae @urtwice @multi-au-center @welcometosector1 @9ateez-multiau-bot @collegeskz @wolfpackcb @mxthxidols @lunaaofthemoon @strluv @yourocboys @littleboywooyoungie @musiclovermino  [🎶💛]  @k-venturetime @multi-joong [🌧️🧡] @reve-rv @yutaalove​ @vanilladaises-rp @k-half-blood @multi-esme @the-hellhounds @kquestrian​ @mechat-kpopcb​ [DM + / -]

[storyofmychoices]

Blades 2 Inside Choices Blog: Blades of Light and Shadow 2

We’re so happy to be back in action with the gang we know and love! Where does Blades of Light and Shadow 2 pick up after the first book’s ending?

Emi: I will say that we don't pick up where you're expecting. 

Kathleen: Unless you were expecting to get hucked out the back of the plot truck and onto the action highway at 80mph. (Fury Road theme plays)

Lil: (is overtaken by the Two Towers theme)

Emi: But rest assured, our original four love interests are back and dealing with their own challenges. 

Lil: And they’re definitely going to need help with those challenges whether you’re romancing them or not. Though we support all variations of ‘mancers here. Mono-, multi-, and necro- . 

Emi: Also they get some new looks that can best be described as "sleeves are B.S."

Jay: Don’t forget “badass pirate coat important”.

What kind of new main characters will we meet in the sequel? Or perhaps, any new love interests?

Jay: There is a strange but familiar hooded figure…whose hotness level was of great discussion.

Lil: He’s very constructive with his feedback. And a monster from Book 1 returns, but not in a way you expect. 

Emi: I think we all know I'm obsessed with Valax. I mean, she's a badass purple lady who only has one sleeve. Obviously that makes her my wife.

Tom: EMI YOU HAVE TOO MANY WIVES!!!

Kathleen: Idk I'm still mad that hot scorpion lady didn't win the monster contest.

Lil: Sky whale supremacy how dare. 

Kathleen: Okay I am excited about the dwarves and goblins though. New dwarf friend is just A+ chaos babe and I love her.

Emi: Honestly though, my fave character is the one who's "head empty, no thoughts, falls over a lot."

Making this sequel has been a labor of love. Does the book team have any must-tell stories/bloopers during production?

Jay: There was an accidental floating dwarf? And too many battles with code. Writers, please don’t do it to me again. I cannot take it. The while loop will win.

Kathleen: During one of my editorial passes I had to give Emi a note like "Okay when we first meet the Big Bad maybe we should use that moment to establish that she's really imposing/scary instead of just going off about how hot she is."

Emi: I may have made too many Aerin memes that are now weekly traditions for our team.

Danielle: I was instructed to design a character with “Vision as a hotness bar” as a guide, I ignored them and used Jeff Bridges instead 😏. 

Jay: Danielle also came up with some incredible filenames, my favorite being “tentacle_monster_buff”.

Danielle: It’s accurate, is it not?

Are there any elements that you are particularly proud of?

Tom: The Shadow Realm was fun to make! Think the Upside Down, but more purple. And to make all the awesome new weapons and armor work with the outfits took 150 unique assets! You’re welcome.

Danielle: My first full book!

Lil: The lore guide for Blades was 60 single-spaced pages before we started adding things that came up during active production. I’m really pleased with how much actually ended up being discoverable in the book itself, so be sure to explore every nook and cranny of Morella and beyond! Because they are filled with beauty and chaos. 

Emi: I cannot tell you how many spreadsheets we made to keep track of things. I mean, the outline alone was 100 pages!

Jay: My code built 😭. And that my production planning got it to you a little earlier than y’all had anticipated hehe.

At the end of the first book, we seemed to have wiped out the forces of evil for at least a day or so. What kind of dangers will we face in the second edition?

Lil: Evil never sleeps y’all. It gets its coffee from Aerin. 

Kathleen: (Aerin, walking up to the counter): "I have a large non-fat birthday cake latte with caramel drizzle and four shots of espresso for (squints at label) ...Emile?"

Lil: In all seriousness, you’re really getting it from all sides in this book. There’s rival factions, shifting leadership, societal upheaval, and monsters. So. Many. Monsters. (Thank you for giving us the Shadestalker, by the way. Can’t wait for you to meet the beefy boy.) 

Kathleen: One cool scary thing about book 2 is that THIS TIME, IT'S PERSONAL (like instead of you and your buds racing against bad guys to collect the magic things, you've now got a villain single-mindedly hunting you down so she can steal your <REDACTED> for use in her evil plans).

Emi: Kathleen may have called me out for it but our Big Bad is hot! Both literally and figuratively!

How much do you love QA?

Lil: SO MUCH.

Emi: Pour one out for our poor QA folks who have had to test what is the most complex book we have ever done! You are the real heroes!

Jay: QA peeps are my saviors!! Their work alone cures my anxiety.

Kathleen: Gawd I would be lost without QA my grammar is a disaster

Erin: Everyone on the Blades team is so wonderful to work with. I also tested Book 1, and to be able to contribute to Book 2 means everything to me. It’s absolutely a labor of love.

We know that years of hard work and passion went into this book. What would the Blades team like the readers to take away from this sequel?

Emi: So Kathleen and I actually helped to brainstorm the entire Blades world back when it first came into being, so it felt like coming full circle to be back and expanding it in new and fun ways. I was already in love with all of these characters and they're even closer to my heart now. I can't wait for you all to see what we've come up with!

Jay: Y’all better like it! This book has taken years off my life. *lies down on floor* (But seriously, we’re as excited about Blades 2 as all of you and hope that it brings as much joy to you as it did for us to make. I think the best word to describe the team as we wait for September 1st is giddy.)

Danielle: I hope you like our art :).

Tom: If you don’t, please keep it to yourself, artists are fragile :’} 

Lil: I was one of the few people who was new at Choices when I began working on this book, and it was truly an honor to see this thing come together. These are the minds that brought you The Crown & the Flame, The Cursed Heart, Wake the Dead, and the first Blades. It was amazing to go from watching them work as a fan to taking this epic journey together. 

Kathleen: THE REAL VILLAIN WAS THE IMPERIALISM WE MADE ALONG THE WAY

Lastly, how much does the team love Aerin?

Kathleen: I DON'T love Aerin he KIDNAPPED my WIFE.

Danielle: Which one…

Emi: Aerin is my sweet baby boi with a little dose of evil. He should be protected at all costs but also really needs to go to therapy. I live for the angst of him and Raine though. It's so juicy.

Danielle: Aerin has caused me, personally, a lot of pain.

Lil: Really, one of the fun things about the book is you can decide how much pain Aerin causes you. Unlike us.

Jay: He haunts my dreams and my Wednesdays.

Danielle: Livid and sad and livid and sad

Thank you team for taking us through the fantastical production journey of the Blades of Light and Shadow 2! We can’t wait to dive in and meet up with the gang. Launch day is so close!! 

Thank you, readers, for supporting us and our book teams!

<3 The Choices Community Team

[iantimony]

tuezdai

i was thinking about crossposting this to dreamwidth and THEN i remembered that ive been looking for an excuse to make. a neocities website. so. :3 i am going to make a neocities page for weekly roundup hehe

relatedly look at this bizarre captcha i got when i went to make an account. like. any of these fools could be robots.

listening: not a lot of music this week but ive been listening to rangedtouch's just king things podcast! i'm listening in order from the beginning and im at about halfway through ep 8 (the dead zone). i really enjoyed their homestuck reread podcast so when that finished i was like. well. i want to listen to these clowns (appreciative) hang out more. time to peruse their back catalog. and ive been enjoying it so far! i wouldn't call myself a huge king-head, i've read carrie, salem's lot, the shining...pet sematary? cujo? a few other misc king stories. there's a short story about a cat that crawls its way down someone's throat i think was stephen king and that one lives in my head rent-free. so definitely a lot of books ive never even heard of in here, and i definitely haven't read the Big King books (the stand and dark tower, mainly) but it doesn't matter too much for podcasting :)

sidebar, i told my roommate about the podcast and she misunderstood the premise and thought it was like. audiobook style. like they were reading the books out loud. i was like babe the stand episode is less than 4 hours long. do you think it's on like 10x speed. lololol

music-wise, @delta-orionis has some DELICIOUS synthwave playlists that ive been working out and studying to. it's like 40 hours long. go nuts

reading: i went to the library with the intention of wandering the nonfiction section until i found something that looked fun but they're remodeling soon so a ton of the stacks aren't open for wandering rn...i can reserve stuff and pick it up but they're not accessible to the public :( the fiction section is though so i grabbed "the birthday of the world", a short story collection by ursula le guin! i thought short stories would be nice because of my lack of time to properly get engaged in a Book and i was right, it rules. i read the first three or so last weekend when i took myself to brunch at a new tea place on main street (3/5 for the brunch, the restaurant is brand new so there are definitely some things that went wrong - food took forever to come out, i was frequently forgotten, after i was seated i waited for like 10 minutes to be noticed by waitstaff, when i finally got my food the rice was crunchy, etc. i would go back to eat there but not any time soon, maybe in a few months after theyve been open for a while. the tea RULED though. their gimmick is like...travel? airplane? so all the staff introduce themselves as flight attendants, and their rewards card is formatted like a passport book where once you get a row of stamps for a certain continent you get a free tea, and once you fill out the whole book you get another free tea........it's so cute.......) actually now im not sure if it's the location the tea came from or the Type of tea? because that top column goes from japan to england which is not exactly a Region. eurasia????? idfk. still cute

anyways. the short stories. i read the first three ("Coming of Age in Karhide", "The Matter of Seggri", and "Unchosen Love") and really enjoyed them! i never finished Left Hand of Darkness (i will return to her one day i promise) but it definitely wasn't required reading even though the first story was set on that same planet. the next story is "Mountain Ways" which is actually available online for those interested :)

watching: more evangelion, and my roommate put on "cunk on earth" for me and it rules it's so funny. obsessed with her.

making: embroidery progress! about halfway done filling in the headphone cord.

as a self reminder, the task list for finishing this is:

fill in headphone cord

words along the side

fill stitch for hair

color in eyes

add misc hair flyaways

misc: quantum midterm thursday......it's open note so im not as frantic as last semester's exams but still. ah. ahhhh. :(

[diorwoo]

AAAAAAAAAAA REN im so happy to hear that you’re doing well, or…. trying to make everything fine, BUT IM SO HAPPY THAT U’RE TRYING YES BABE WE HATE LIFE BUT unfortunately we have to keep going just to spite it !!!!! (my motto 24/7) but yes omgomg we should exchange igs (i’ll send u another ask hehe)

i’ve missed u so so much and literally when i felt like i have feelings for one irl man i immediately thought of u and went,,,, my gawd ren’s gonna have a field day about this,,,,,,,, buT literally idk how and idk when but i fell for him and now im down bad IM A SIMP. THERE I’VE ADMITTED IT 😔. (i don’t even simp for san anymore 😨😨😨😨😨)

but to tell u a brieF bit abt this man (bcs if u let me actually talk about him, i could go on for DAYS), he’s literally the sweetest mf that’s living on this earth, i kid u not. it turns out, he’s been interested in me since my first semester of uni (im currently in my 5th semester) but he’s never gotten a chance bcs i get into situationships often and he’s super shy so he was not confident on approaching me at all 😭 but in the beginning of our 5th semester, we end up being in the same classes and we found out we have mutual friends and that’s when we started hanging out (at first, in group settings)!!!!

to answer ur question, yes he’s very handsome, he’s very tall, and he goes to the gym and……. welllllllll i shouldnt be thirsty on main but GAWDDDAMN he can literally headlock me n i’d say thankyou (LORDDDD IS THIS WHO I AM NOW) but yeah 😝 the first time we hungout, we’ve barEly talked, but long story short i got drenched bcs we went to a golf driving range AND THE SPRINKLERS TO WATER THE GRASS TURNED ON OUT OF NOWHERE AND I WALKED INTO IT 💀 he then offered me his shirt and it just started spiralling after that ehe (🤢 i folded 🤢)

we’ve recently been going on dates and he picks me up to go to campus even though he lives literally 5 minutes away from campus and i live 30 minutes away from campus 💀 like he spends an HOUR driving just to go to me and take me to campus then drives another hour to take me home and go back to hiS house almost everyday and he’s just…. so sweet. he’d open his car door for me all the time, never lets me pay for anything (we literally physically BRAWL in front of every cashier of every restaurant we’ve eaten in bcs i also insist in paying), is such a SHYYY person but gets loud whenever hes with me and texts with emojis with me, always waits for me anytime EVERYTIME, sends me tiktoks of cats bcs it reminds him of me, is allergic to cats but has FOUR who he loves veeery much, and thinks of the cutest activities for the both of us to do :’-)

also, one time i got him his favorite coffee (that he drinks. every. single. day.) and he literally couldnt stop going MMMMMMMM THIS COFFEE IS SO GOOD everytime he takes a sip and i was like… bro it’s the coffee u drink everyday tho????? and he went sorry it just tastes sm better bcs u got it for me 😔 AND I WENT AKAKKANFNDJSBJSJSSJNS !!!!!!!!! there’s so many things about him i could tell u but oops i realized i literally just wrote a 3 page essay about him 🧍‍♀️

ANYWAYYYSS all the simping aside, i can’t thank you enough for supporting me throughout my journey here!!!! you were the first person ever to send me an ask detailing abt how u loved my first work and that holds such a special place in my heart IM NOT KIDDING. literally trashed around like crazy when i saw ur ask ily. and i love love whenever u send me asks bcs theyre so fun to read and its so nice to get to know u!!! thank you so so much for being u, ren. i literally cannot thank you enough and im so glad we’ve met <3 i love u the mostest <3

OH MY GOD U ARE DOWN BAD ND THE THING IS U ARE DOWN BAD FOR A GOOOD ASS MAN A FINE ASS MF LITERALLY LIZ U WON IN LIFE DANG THATS HUSBAND MATERIAL

he DRIVES U HOME DOESNT COMPLAIN SIMPS FOR U OMFGGGG IM SO HAPPY FOR U LIZ IM LITERALLY SOSOSOSOSO HAPPY ND THE STOEY AAAAA IM SO ON LOVE WITH like he was right in front of u nd I'm telling u are gonna have ur happily ever after (my frnd also had the same story nd is now happily married with the guy ) MY GOD LIZ U ARE IN LOVEEEE Finally U PULLED A GENTLEMAN A KEEPER A LOVER A SIMP FOR U (when both simp for e/o >>>>>>) TELL ME MOREEEEE I WOULD LOVE TO LISTEN TO U ND YES I WILL ANNOY U 9N IG 🤩🤩🤩ND Y3S THANK U SM for coming back nd u just healed a part of me which u didn't break

[early-sxnsets]

Unseen

Archive Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17343617/chapters/41107136

Chapter 5/11 of Of Wealth and Leisure

Word Count: 3145

Summary: A horseback ride through the countryside results in an unsettling outcome. (CW: very mild violence; described from an outside POV where the person only hears it).

“Do you always take this long to saddle a horse?” His voice reads entirely of mockery and his face is full of amusement, raking his eyes up and down my body as I toss the saddle attop my mare. Of course, he was ready minutes ago; he even prepared and packed away our lunches in the saddle bag. All that’s left for him is settling himself on the horse itself.

I shoot a mildly malicious glare over towards him, strands of curls falling into my eyes as I attempt to look at him teasingly. Ever since my arrival to the manor, I haven’t been keeping my hair as impeccably short. While at home, The Mage advises clean and short haircuts, as to avoid snagging. Therefore, it feels as though I’m involved in a mild act of rebellion by allowing the length of my hair to grow uncharacteristically longer. I can hold it in handfuls, and tug full curls around my fingers, too. It’s quite satisfactory to wipe it away from my eyes--it gives me a sense of unparalleled control. At times, I fear that Mr. Pitch will tempt a pull at it as we fight like schoolboys.

At this moment, though, our argumentative nature has simmered to a lukewarm back-and-forth. Especially here in our current situation, as we finish gathering everything necessary for a day’s ride through the country, do we only keep to a bicker.

At last, the rain has cleared. It felt endless, continuing on for days and days until September hit. Once it finally cleared, Mr. Pitch made the decision to tell me that he was finally ready to show me along the land. To my surprise, he took further initiative into the situation than I had and actually did get Cook Pritchard to pack that lunch.

I may owe this man my life if he continues to bring me food.

We settle ourselves upon our horses and I tip my hat at Ebb. She's smiling from beside the stable doors, giving us a quick wave off as we begin our journey onto a trail leading from their property.

Baz, of course, critiques my riding abilities as we go along.

“It’s a wonder you don’t lead,” he quips. “How long have you even been riding?”

I hesitate with my answer, knowing it’s a tad revealing. Most wealthy children learn at such a young age. “Five years,” I answer truthfully, eyes drawing down to the reins in my hands.

He sends me a look of curiosity, but as I don’t return his questioning gaze, he drops the subject entirely. “Why do you wish to take the trails at all? If you’re not a regular rider, I don’t see why it’s so appealing.”

“I wish to see the lands from the inside, not just the observational fields around it.” My attention lifts back to the world around me, eyes following the hanging branches and lush greenlife around me. “It’s nearly like a fairy tale. I’m shocked that you don’t explore it more often.”

He shrugs casually, a movement I cannot say I’ve ever witnessed him do. In fact, I’m the only person who seems to shrug as so within the household. I consider mocking him for doing so, but then again, it would be self-depreciative in the process.

I decide against it.

“You don’t agree?”

“It isn’t that I disagree. On the contrary, I do think that this land is quite magical, but I have my reasons to not explore it as often.” He pauses before finishing off his thought, biting in his lip and seeming to contemplate his following statement before allowing it out. “I fear what could be inside of it. The unknown, id I may.”

I laugh unexpectedly, then silence myself as quickly as I release the laughter. “You cannot possibly be fearful of the woods, Mr. Pitch. There’s only animals and insects to be afraid of; nothing else.”

He shifts in his saddle, and I watch as his hands grip tighter around the reins. “There’s plenty to fear,” he defends. “There’s always the possibility of people hiding in woods, or creatures we’re unaware of. I never underestimate what I could face.”

My head turns as I stare at him, eyes blinking slowly as it processes that he’s not making a joke, but rather sharing his actual thoughts. I would laugh again, but it’s not quite humorous anymore. It’s rather questionable, and concerning myself over what experiences he’s had that would lead to such superstition feels as though it would unpack more than I believe either of us are ready for.

The silence stretches out, and the only sound between us is the ground underneath both of our horses’ hooves. He seems to focus in on the world in front of us, shocking me into the observation of how hyper-aware he is in this environment. Overly reliant on surroundings and his senses, Mr. Pitch carries the unquestionable air of a man being hunted. At times, I nearly itch in ill-ease of his actions. Others, I find myself glancing out into the wood in silly fear that there would be something, but I only flicker my eyes aside to calm myself with the steadily expected stream of green.

His head partially trails, following the life around us and seeming fixated on something nearby. Clearly, he’s lost in his thoughts and finding something to focus on; a furthered part of his anxieties towards the forest and all that it holds.

I clear my throat, snapping him back into reality as I insert my voice to remind him that I'm here as well. “Care to tell me a bit about the land? What’s the history?”

He blinks a few times before finding his words again. Once he starts, he doesn’t quite stop, rambling endlessly about how long his family’s been there and the history behind it. He’s obviously quite prideful in the the air of his name; those who came before him, and who may be ahead of him. Although, it’s clear that he has a difficult time with the present. Perhaps there’s aspects of that that should be discussed.

I don’t push for any aspects of his life. I shouldn’t; he’s still got a barrier wall between himself and the rest of the outside world, not letting us into his fortress of a mind. I wonder if it’ll ever crumble.

After a point, we find a cliffed clearing overlooking the land around us. It sprawls out, showing a full view of where the rolling hills touch the sky and sink deep back into the ground. It’s absolutely breathtaking.

We dismount, spreading out a blanket and taking a seat with a decent distance between each other as he unpacks the food. I dig into it shamelessly, trying to time myself as I stuff the meal down into my mouth.

I feel his eyes on me, making me squirm slightly in my spot as I stare back. Trying to mock him, I raise an eyebrow much like he would. He makes it seem quite easier than it is; I raise both of mine at him instead. “Is there an issue?”

“You always eat so quickly,” he observes plainly, staring at me. “Any particular reason why you eat so quickly?”

His words make me bristle, growing defensive within seconds. It’s part of me that I’d rather keep hidden; parts that spread rumors, but never get confirmed. Where I’m from. How The Mage keeps me. “It’s easiest that way,” I shrug, looking out over the land as I take another mouthful of my sandwich. I make a mental note to thank Cook Pritchard for the extra serving. “If I eat a lot at once, I can be more productive with my time and get to my next task faster.”

He chews slowly, watching my movements as he analyzes what I’ve said.

I’m not quite expecting his reaction. “I think you’re lying.”

“Pardon me?” I stare at him, expression reading exasperated but body filled with dread. Of course I’m lying. I would rather eat the rock we’re sitting on than tell the truth about my life to my arch nemesis (although, I’m hesitant to call him such now). But, despite my best efforts, he read clearly through my efforts in disengaging the conversation beforehand.

“You and I know quite well that you don’t do anything that would be considered productive,” he says, looking bored for a moment before his face breaks into a grin, telling me that he’s simply mocking me again. I feel myself exhale.

I finish my sandwich and dust off my hands on the cloth we’re sitting upon. “Yes, well, I believe in fast eating to save time,” I say once I swallow, throwing him a look of annoyance. “Unlike some of us who eat as if they own time itself.”

“I enjoy savoring my food.” He lifts his nose snootily, scrunching his eyes and shaking his head condescendingly. “Life should be enjoyed, not rushed through. Luxury is something we can afford.”

The cloth beneath me drags a little as I turn on my hip, facing him with an elbow propping me. “Yes, well,” I begin, voice dropping to a private murmur. “While I can afford luxuries, it’s useless to me to sit around and mindlessly chew for hours. I’d much rather spend such time on other luxuries--more interesting luxuries.” I see his face flush with my words, slowing down his movements to observe my speaking. Between us, his hand drops and rests out in the open. I briefly consider taking it into my own before realizing how odd of an idea it is.

He makes a show of swallowing the rest of his meal, head facing me as his hands prop him up. “I’m allowed my equal luxuries.”

“And what are those?”

To that he laughs, face turning sour towards me. “What, are you saying that you don’t witness me doing anything of my interest within your months living in my home?”

“No,” I say, shaking my head in the slightest. “I’m stating that your so called equal luxuries are unknown. I’ve seen you read, and heard you play your violin, but I barely consider those equal luxuries to other privileges you and I hold.”

As if it were a challenge, he turns his head up as he grows a smirk. “Alright then, Snow. Fair enough. How about I exercise our luxuries and take us out to a play. I’d fancy one this Friday, in fact. We should take a carriage into town.”

My face mirrors his, a smile spreading across my cheeks as I nod. “Why just one? We should go spend a weekend in London and see various shows.”

He grows pinker as he laughs, a brilliant red complementing his soft brown skin. “I’ll take such an offer, Snow. It sounds like a luxurious enough investment of time.” We smile at each other, unsure of whether it’s genuine or an outrageously misunderstood argument turned competition. It’s easiest to go with it anyway, unquestioned as to what the intentions of it are.

I begin to consider what that weekend would entail; a hotel stay, perhaps a shared room. Dinners together. Intimate, city outings. It would be a lie to say that it isn’t absolutely appealing...

With that turn of conversation, though, we wordlessly agree to stand and pack up our picnic. After it’s set away, Mr. Pitch turns to me and exhales. “If you don’t mind me, I’m going to take a quick stop in the woods to take care of business. Will you watch the horses?”

“Of course,” I say mindlessly, still somewhat enthralled with the overlooking view to care to look at him. “Should it only be a second?”

“Yes, yes. It’ll be a snap.”

I hear the crunching of the ground behind me; twigs snapping and leaves rustling, and it grows further with time. It takes an unexpected extra few seconds before I hear startling noises; further rustling of leaves, muffled shouts, and the kicking of underbush. In a rush, I glance to my horse and grab the sword I’d brought (Mr. Pitch had mocked me earlier for my decision to bring it, it’s clear it was the right choice) before charging into the unmarked path within the trees.

The shouts grow louder before I hear a yelp of clear “Help!” in Mr. Pitch’s voice. It draws me in, rushing inwards and slicing anything that gets in my way. When I find him, he’s laying panting and injured on the ground. He hisses in pain, gripping his leg as rustling of the trees quickly sounds as if it’s further and further.

Dropping to my knees, my hands search his body to find injury, which doesn’t seem to be anywhere but his leg (except for his roughed-up shirt and trousers). “Good God, man, what happened?!”

“What do you think happened?!” He snaps before groaning in agonizing pain. “I-I was attacked; I didn’t see who, but he came from behind a-and…” His eyes dart around in a panic, leg still in his grip. While I’m the furthest thing from a doctor, it’s clear that the injury lays deeper than skin.

I shakily stand him up, having him lean entirely on me as my eyes dart around. “Should I look for him?”

“No, dear God, no,” he cries, arms wrapped around me tightly. “Don’t be a tit--get me home, damn you.”

We’re stumbling and completely uncoordinated, but I manage my way through the woods and back to the horses, who seem a bit spooked but still present. I hoist him up onto my horse and climb on in front of him, which leads to him wrapping his arms around my waist without being provoked to. While I’d hate to admit this given our particular situation, but it makes my skin prickle at the sensation of being held.

I snap for the horse to break into a gallop, and luckily Mr. Pitch’s mare has been well trained enough to follow as we rush back down the path towards the Grimm-Pitch residence. It’s somewhat bumpy, and with each hit to the ground, I hear a groan emerge from Mr. Pitch’s throat as he clings to me tighter. This isn’t quite the intimacy of our situation that I’d envisioned, but it’s somewhat acceptable from me.

Bursting into the clearing, workers startle and stare as I push onwards towards the stables and house. Shocked servants start spilling out, trying to get an eyeful of the scene. It doesn’t do much justice to us, though, as we need more than rubberneckers to help. As we pull in, Ebb leaps urgently and drags Mr. Pitch off, finding a seat to settle him onto as she elevates his foot. The flooding consists of everyone--the family, the servants regardless of closeness to him, and even some workers fill into the stables to see what had happened to him.

Immediately, it turns into an investigation. Mr. Grimm hovers over me and glares at me all accusatory as I'm stepping away. He begins closing in, forcing me to back up shakily and spread my arms in case I tumble. My vision blurs, adrenaline overloading me and hitting at such an inopportune time.  “What have you--”

“He didn’t do it!” Mr. Pitch breaks in, hissing in pain as his leg gets wrapped. “It wasn’t him, he rescued me. Leave Sir Snow alone.”

I pant, staring upwards at Mr. Grimm as he recoils and stares down upon me before flicking his head towards his son. “Then what in the world happened?”

“Attacked-someone followed us.” His fists clench, exhaling through his nose as his jaw sets while he's breathing out something unheard. “It wasn’t him, father,” he continues audibly, “leave it.”

So he does, leaving me trembling in my spot as countless people fuss over Mr. Pitch and his wounds. In the process, we exchange unsteady glances, to which he doesn’t seem malicious or disgusted, but rather seeking pity and comfort from me as he’s cared over. Someone asks which doctor they should call, pressing ice to his wound as I clear my throat.

“Send a telegram for Doctor Wellbelove. He’s a friend of mine; he’ll treat Mr. Pitch well. Just mention that Sir Snow is sending for him.” That deserves me a thankful exhale from him, face dropping and head rolling down as he flinches in pain and focuses on his somewhat ragged breaths. Eventually, I take a chance to go kneel beside him and look over his injuries as my mind runs through our conversations.

The woods. The way he looked so dazed and unsettled while he looked out among it. As my mind traces back, I can’t help but ponder whether or not there was something he could sense that I couldn’t. If my obliviousness was too heavy; if I should have been more alert the entire trip.

Furthermore, it raises more possibilities, and darker ones at that. Is there a spy attempting to assassinate Mr. Pitch? Was this a failed mission for his throat? And, if so, is it someone on the grounds?

My mind flicks through possibilities, working itself up further before suddenly going static at the touch of Mr. Pitch’s hand against mine. I startle, then raise my head to meet his gaze. When I meet his, he’s staring at me with mild concern as he exhales. “Thank you,” he says, just quiet enough that it’s only me hearing him. At first, I believe I’m mistaken, but the hand still pressed to mine is telling me elsewise.

In a simple returned nod, I smile sadly and chew on my bottom lip. “I am a hero, after all,” I mumble in efforts to defuse the situation, and much to my surprise, it works.

“Always the hero.” He looks down, clearly still in pain but trying desperately to hold it back. “I apologize for this; I suppose it means our leisurely break will have to be postponed to a more convenient time.”

“Suppose I can always go without you.”

“You will not,” he remarks, “and, not to mention, that the theatre will be quite bland without me.” Somehow, despite the urgency and desperation of the situation minutes ago, I smile at him and exhale out somewhat of a chuckle.

“I doubt it will be,” I tease, still grinning from ear to ear as he smiles back.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spot Ebb at the edge of the stables, by her house. I can’t quite read what her expression is, feeling overwhelmed and chaotic from the moment at hand. The situation was absolutely unexpected; from a pleasant exchange one minute, to so utterly terrible and barely understood the next.

I can’t help but wonder if she’s disappointed in me for leaving him alone. After what he said on the trip there, I can’t quite believe that I had either.

[jaehyunnie77]

Exile

summary: you and jaehyun are endgame, or rather were supposed to be endgame. the short story of your relationship and the ending.

pairing: jaehyun x f. reader

genre: lovers to ex's | break up au | holy trinity

word count: 5.8k

warnings: cuss words, pet names (baby/babe), mentions of food, ass slapping, oral (female recieving), unprotected sex (please wrap it up), orgasm denial, a bit of dom jaehyun, creampie.

a/n: happy holidays everyone! i've been working on this on and off for i dont know how many months, but it's here now lol. thank you to this lovely anon for requesting this scenario. i swear i didn't mean for this to be so long hehe. also, exile by taylor swift ft bon iver has been stuck in my head so that's where the title came from lol. happy sad reading and any feedback is greatly appreciated.

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the meeting

“Order for Y/N.” The barista calls out. You quickly throw your phone into your bag and hurriedly walk to the counter to grab your coffee. Today, out of all days, you just had to sleep through your alarm and now you’re running late. You should have been in class ten minutes ago to prepare for the lecture to begin.

Too deep in your thoughts, you didn’t see or hear the person behind you. When you turned around, you bumped into something hard as your hot coffee spilled on the man’s shirt. Not only that, but whatever you bumped into, made you lose your balance making you land on your ass.

“Ow. Shit.” You say quietly before looking up and seeing the stain on a white crisp shirt. Petrified, you grab the napkins from a nearby table and begin patting the coffee stain hoping it would go away. “I am so sorry!” You’re not really thinking or using your brain at the moment as you keep repeating sorry.

“It’s okay.” The man chuckles deeply. He wasn’t even mad about it. When it seemed like you didn’t hear him, or stop patting his shirt, he softly held onto your wrist to halt your movements. It then registers in your brain that you are invading someone’s personal space. You slowly look up at him and he has the most beautiful brown eyes you’ve ever seen.

You quickly look away and stare at his shirt, trying to hide the smile creeping on your face. This just had to be your luck today didn’t it.

“I’m Jaehyun.” He says softly looking down at you.

Damn even his name is beautiful.

You’re still staring at his shirt to gather your nerves to calm down when you look up and tell him your name. You give him a soft smile in return before saying one last time, “I’m really sorry about your shirt. I can pay for your coffee or dry cleaning.”

All the cute man does is chuckle at your cuteness. “It’s okay. Honestly, I’ve been trying to get rid of this shirt for the longest time and now I have a reason to.” That made you laugh. At least he wasn’t yelling at you. “You can make it up to me though.”

Your eyes go wide as you violently nod your head. “Oh my god yes please. Name it. I really do feel bad even if you want to throw it away. It is the least I can do.”

He laughs at your comment, “Go on a date with me. Tonight?” He says confidently. Now that took you by surprise.

“You’re very straightforward aren’t you?” you smirk.

Jaehyun gives you a lopsided smile making his dimples pop out. “Yeah, I can be, but you did say it’s the least you can do to make it up to me.” He had you at that and you didn’t even need to second guess your answer when you said yes.

After that first interaction and date, you went on multiple dates to get to know each other. He was easy to get along with and he made you laugh uncontrollably. Something people have a very hard time doing. In all, he just made you the happiest you’ve ever been. By the third week of dating, you two were officially together.

You did everything together from dates, him picking you up from class, going grocery shopping, hanging out and not doing anything special, cooking together, singing karaoke together, and everything in between.

By the sixth month, you both met each other’s families. You’ve been in several relationships in the past, but the relationship with Jaehyun felt different. Solely because he was different. Some may say you both moved a little too quickly for their liking, but hey, once you know, you just know and you roll with it. There wasn’t anything or anyone that would make you doubt him or the love you two share.

He understood you and listened to you whenever you needed to vent and he was always there whenever you needed him. You were each other’s biggest supporters and motivators to chase after what you wanted. On top of that, he made you feel like a princess with the way he showers you with love. There are days where you can’t believe you are living out your very own fairytale of finding your true love. Of finding your prince charming and falling head over heels in love with him and living happily ever after.

Jeong Jaehyun is perfect and he is all yours.

the fourth year

A lot has happened in the last four years. After a year of dating, you two moved into a small apartment together that was only ten minutes away from your college. You both graduated college with your degrees and are currently working for your dream companies. You’ve both been on endless vacations from New York, Chicago, Canada, Milan, and London to name a few. Four years later and you still couldn’t believe the life you’ve built with Jaehyun so far.

It's a Friday night and you couldn’t wait to walk into your apartment and change into more comfortable clothes and snuggle with your boyfriend. What you didn’t expect is to be met with almost an empty apartment.

“Baby are you home?” you yell out as you take off your shoes by the door. The lights are on, his shoes are by the door, but there was no one in sight. Usually, you could hear your boyfriend anywhere in the apartment due to him having a heavy hand and being the clumsy dork he is.

“Babe?” you yell out once more as you walk further into the living room. That is when you see a note on the couch. You pick it up and read it as a smile forms on your face and the butterflies swarm in your tummy again.

Follow the rose pedals cutie.

You look down and sure enough, there are roses on the ground leading you out of the living room. You follow exactly what your boyfriend said until you reach your kitchen island with another note.

Remember this last minute trip to New York and we were in such a rush we forgot to bring jackets and we almost froze to death?

You laugh out loud because that specific trip was one of your most treasured ones with him. You both were so excited to be doing this last minute that you were not prepared whatsoever and forgot it was winter. You look up and there is a photo of you both snuggling close together in front of the Winter Garden Theatre.

You look around hoping to see him, but there was more roses to follow. At each random stop in your apartment, there was a note or a favorite memory and pictures. The roses end their trail on the balcony and as you step on that’s when you see him.

Soft music is playing in the background, lit candles are everywhere, and there is a table in the middle of your small patio. Your eyes find Jaehyun’s loving eyes and you take in his outfit – black and white suit. You look past him and see a wall full of pictures of your time together, balloons hanging from the ceiling, along with dangling lights.

“Jae, what is all of this?” you chuckle with tears forming in your eyes.

Jaehyun walks over to you and gives you a tender kiss. “Hi.” He gives you his dimple smile and turns around to give you a glass of champagne.

“Is there a special occasion I forgot about?” you softly giggle trying to mentally picture your full packed schedule.

“Y/N LY/N. You are the most beautiful person I’ve ever laid my eyes on.” Jaehyun tells you. “You are always there whenever I need guiding and always know how to make me smile. If I’m having a horrible day, you know just what to say to make it better. Your laugh is contagious and music to my ears and I swear you give me serotonin every single time. You are my best friend, my rock, and the person I am madly, deeply in love with. There is no other person I’d rather spend the rest of my life with, so that is why I have to ask,” He gets down on one knee and takes out a black box and opens it, “Y/N, would you do me this honor and be my wife for forever?” In the black box laid the most beautiful diamond ring you’ve ever seen.

You look away from the ring and into his glistening eyes. God you love this man so much. You wipe your tears as you nod fiercely. “Yes! Yes and yes! A million times yes!” Jaehyun smiles widely taking the ring out with shaking hands and placing it on your fourth finger. He gets up and kisses you passionately as he holds you tight in his embrace.

“I love you Mrs. Jeong.” He says.

“And I love you Mr. Jeong.” You laugh before going in for another kiss.

That night you two made endless love that you swear you heard your neighbor banging on the wall for you both to shut up.

The following week, you both announced the news to your family and friends and as expected, everyone is happy for you both. You couldn’t stop smiling and you couldn’t wait to start planning your dream wedding to the love of your life. You couldn’t wait for your future.

the drunk night

It has been eight months since you got engaged and an exhausting but exciting eight months. The wedding date was set to hold in fourth months. As much as you were excited in the process of planning your wedding and building your forever with Jaehyun, he didn’t seem too excited in the last month or so. You would try to get his input about the cake, the venue, the guest list, the location, down to the color schemes and all you’ve got in return was a “choose whichever makes you happy.”

Sure, if this was any other person, you’d look the other way and just be glad to plan it, except, this is Jaehyun. The one who makes it obvious and known when he’s excited, tired, angry, frustrated, annoyed, disappointed, and all other emotions in between. You’ve noticed him becoming less excited and more exhausted whenever the topic of the wedding comes up.

You couldn’t pinpoint exactly what was making him feel anxious or brushing it off like it was nothing. You’ve tried multiple times to coax it out of him and yet all you got in return was a snappy attitude and him repeatedly saying, “it’s nothing.”

It is 10:30 on a Saturday night and Jaehyun still hasn’t come home. You’ve called and texted him multiple times only for his phone go straight to voicemail and no text back. You were starting to get worried since he always made sure to check in with you if he was going to be out late.

Four hours passed and still the same outcome. You scroll through your contacts to find his best friend’s phone number. Just as you are about to dial Johnny, you hear the door unlock and there walks in your fiancé. Your very drunk fiancé.

Jaehyun is notoriously known to have a high alcohol intolerance since college, so the fact that he is bat shit drunk in front of you tells you he was clearly drinking something away.

“Ow. Shit.” He mumbles as he stumbles to the floor. You jump from the couch and ran straight to him. “Oh hi honey. You’re still up?” He gives you a lopsided smile.

“How much did you drink Jae?” you ask worriedly. You’ve never seen this side of him before.

“Just enough.” He sighs deeply and attempts to get up only for his movements to be sluggish.

You get up and attempt to get him off the floor. After the tenth time, you succeeded and stumble to your shared room. “Come on babe, let’s get you to bed.” 

“You are so pretty. You’ve always been so pretty Y/N.” he mumbles and begins to poke your cheeks.

“And so are you handsome.” You try to return the same enthusiasm, but to no avail. Inside, your brain kept asking a million different questions of why he drank so much.

“I miss you.” he pouts at you once he laid on the bed.

“I miss you too silly.”

“No, I know. I mean, I just really miss you.”

“I’m always here, what are you talking about bubs.” You chuckle.

“No you’re not. It’s different. It all feels different.”

Just before you’re about to ask him what he meant, he closes his eyes and falls fast asleep. You sigh deeply and do your best to get him out of his jeans and shirt so he could sleep more comfortably.

As you lay next to him, his words kept replaying in your brain and along with that, you begin to think back on how things been between you both lately. Before anxiety could overwhelm you, you force your mind to shut up and try getting some sleep.

The next morning, you woke up to Jaehyun cooking breakfast and for a minute you forgot what happened the night before. You get out of bed and head over to see your fiancé focusing on the egg omelet. For a very drunk person the night before, he seems to be doing okay without a hangover.

“Good morning handsome. It smells good in here.” You warmly smile as you hug him from behind.

“Good morning babe.”

“How are you feeling?” you cautiously ask.

“Doing okay. No hangover it that’s what you’re asking.” He chuckles.

“I wish I had your superpowers. You came home super drunk.”

“Yeah I’m sorry about that. Had too much to drink with Johnny and the boys and just lost count.”

Was it just that? Have you been overthinking about the situation over nothing?

“It’s okay. We all need to get drunk once in a while, though, you’re hard to get off of the floor when you’re that wasted.” You both laugh at that comment and continue on the day with each other.

In the back of your mind, you felt this particular moment was what started it all for what was to come. You wish you had seen the signs sooner.

the blowup

It’s been two months since the night Jaehyun came home drunk and since then, you feel like you have to walk on eggshells around him. You were scared of what was coming or what he had to say if you asked him about what he said. So instead, you pretend that everything was fine in your relationship, when in reality it was the total opposite.

You both felt different and couldn’t come to terms with it.

“I’m not saying that we can’t have both entrees Jaehyun. You’re missing the point.” You say trying to control your temper from boiling over.

“Then who gives a fuck if we have steak or chicken? Or mashed potatoes and carrots? No one is going to give a flying fuck as long as you have the damn wedding Y/N!” Jaehyun exclaims.

It wasn’t that you were afraid of him, its just you’ve never seen him this upset before. You sit there in shock written all over your face.

“Jae-“

“Seriously Y/N, do you really think people are going to judge you for the food you serve them? No. All they care about it having free booze, free meal, and the wedding. That’s all people care about.”

“Well maybe if you have given me your input from the start then we wouldn’t be sitting here talking about entrees!” you finally said as you hit your tipping point. There was no way you were going to get yelled at when you were the only one planning this alone.

“Oh, so now it’s my fault we can’t choose what the hell to eat.” Jaehyun scoffs.

Taking a deep breath as you try to calm yourself down, you try to understand where he is coming from. “Look I get you’re stressed out from the new promotion at work –“

“This has nothing to do with work!”

You frowned at his response, confusion taking over. “Then where is this coming from?”

He deeply sighs annoyingly, “Nowhere.”

You get up from the couch when you start to feel angry, “No, clearly something is bothering you just like it has been for the last couple of months. Spill out Jae, what is going on?”

“It’s nothing, forget about it.”

You were growing more frustrated and couldn’t help the next words to slip out of your mouth, “Are you seeing someone else? Is that it? Is that why you’re so miserable all the time!?”

His eyes widen as he also gets up from the couch. “Of course not! I am not a cheater and you know it!”

“Pft, then what is it because all you’ve been doing lately is give me the same repetitive answers with an attitude for the past several months. So whatever you have to say, just –“

“Fine! I don’t want to get married! There I said it! Are you happy now?”

You both stand there in shock at the words he said. You from hearing it and him for finally saying it out loud.

“What?” you ask in almost a whisper in disbelief.

Jaehyun sighs deeply before letting it out, “I don’t want to get married.”

You are so confused on how this turned an ugly left. “I don’t – I don’t understand. You don’t want to get married anymore?”

“No.” he says sadly.

“Did you ever wanted to get married in the first place?”

He takes a deep breath once again and shakes his head.

Now your entire world is flip upside down.

“Then why would you ask in the first place Jaehyun?” you cried.

“Because you’re you. You’ve always wanted to get married and we kept talking about it, and I thought at the time it was what I wanted as well at the time. I just wanted to make you happy.”

You stand there, your heart breaking into pieces as your mind and heart went to war with each other.

“So you only asked because I wanted to get married?”

“I’m so sorry Y/N. I never meant for this to happen.”

Just like that, the dam in your eyes begin to fall as you try to catch your breath. You didn’t realize you’re crying so hard.

“It’s been four years and you didn’t have it in you to be honest with me? Ab-about our relationship. Do you even still love m-me?”

Silence.

It was getting harder for the words to form and come out of your mouth. All Jaehyun could do in that moment is hold you close and let both of you cry throughout the night.

the hide and seek

Four years. That’s how long you spent your life with someone you thought would be your forever, only for it to go down the drain.

Everyone thought you and Jaehyun would be endgame – your family, friends, co-workers, and strangers alike have told you that both are endgame. Jaehyun has said it. You’ve said it. So, why is it, as you sit on the couch two weeks later, wonder where, when, and how did it all go wrong. How did one precious timeframe of tender loving turn into a disaster nightmare?

“I guess we should talk.” Jaehyun says carefully when he sees you staring into nothing on the couch. He knows it is his fault for why you are in this position and for hurting you.

You didn’t reply to him and felt the other end of the couch dip as he sits down.

It is quiet for a moment before you ask the question that’s been on your mind for the past two weeks “Where do we go from here?”

Jaehyun stares at the wall ahead of him, “I think we both know what needs to happen.” He looks to you and he truly regrets hurting you.

“When did you know?” you ask turning to face him.

“Know what?”

“That you didn’t love me anymore?”

He knew this question was coming, but didn’t expect it to be so hard to tell you the truth. “I still love you Y/N, but it’s not the same as when we first started dating.”

“So, when?”

“Four months ago.”

You nodded your head. That was the time he started coming home late and that one drunken night he came stumbling into your apartment. You think back to last year and try to analyze where you went wrong, though the only thing you can think of was you both were committed to your jobs. Which resulted in not having enough time for each other and as far as sex goes it happened at least twice a month.

Damn, even the sex was lacking when you both used to have crazy sex.  

“Why didn’t you just come and talk to me? We could have worked something out you know.” You say sadly.

“Yeah, but what would be the point? You finally got that promotion you’ve been wanting right after New Years and I ended up covering more hours at work. We didn’t have time for each other and if we did, it was mostly sleeping in from how exhausted we were.”

“But you’re my fiancé, boyfriend, whatever. We should have still communicated Jaehyun.”

“I know and that is my fault. I will admit and own up to that. I thought if I proposed to you, it would bring back the love I felt for you, but it never did. So, instead of manning up, I was a coward and held in my true feelings in order to save you the heartbreak, but I see now I was wrong.”

“If we had never fought two weeks ago, would you have said something? Would you have called off the wedding when it was time?”

At that Jaehyun became quiet. “I don’t know.”

You couldn’t handle sitting on the couch any longer with the man you still love and hear his honesty. You wanted to scream, throw his things out the door, break something, but instead, you just left the living room in defeat.

That night he slept in the guest room, while you slept by yourself in your once shared mastered bedroom. That arrangement continued for another two weeks. It shouldn’t be like this. None of this should even be happening. Maybe it was due to the upcoming embarrassment of you two breaking up and telling your friends and family about it. As much as you try to find ways to still be in a relationship with Jaehyun, you knew deep down that if he no longer loved you, there isn’t much of a relationship.

You knew what the next step is and as much as you don’t want to face it, it’s best if you both start to move forward with your own lives.

You walk into the living room where he is slouched on the couch mindlessly watching the TV. You take a deep breath to gather all your courage. “I think we should officially break up.”

Jaehyun’s eyes find yours in an instant and straightens up. He just gives you a small nod.

“I found some apartment listings so I’ll move out in a few weeks or so.” you gave him a nod and turn back to your room.

The look on his face is either from the surprise break up or shock that you’re the one moving out. To be honest, he shouldn’t be feeling either emotions because this would have been the outcome one way or another and he knew that.

He just didn’t think it would hurt him this much.

the end

Few weeks or so turned into a month because holy shit apartment searching is hell. There was no way you’re moving back with your parents or crashing at your friends places. Living with your ex was new. Sure, the first few days were awkward as you try to not bump into each other or walk into bathrooms when being used. Later, you both somehow managed to make it work – by coming home late and leaving early.

After finally finding an apartment near your work, you start packing your things. As you pack the last remaining items, you never realized you had so many things. You decided to take a break and have a nice long hot shower since Jaehyun was still at work. While you’re in the shower, Jaehyun comes home early from work. He hears the soft R&B music coming from your once shared room.

To him, he was grateful that it wasn’t a toxic breakup or any 24/7 bitterness between you both. He kept replaying the night you told him you were moving out and he couldn’t put into words how he felt. Too deep in his thoughts and unaware of your presence, you walk out of your room naked.

It’s something you always do when you’re home alone. Jaehyun’s eyes goes wide from seeing all of you as you try to cover up your body with a towel. It’s a sight he truly missed seeing.

“Oh my god! Jaehyun! You’re home. I’m so sorry.” You say catching your breath and slowing down your heart rate.

All Jaehyun can do is stare at you before nodding, “Yeah, I decided to call it a day.” He quickly turns around as your nipple peaks out of your rushed towel. “I’m going to make some dinner.” He quickly rushes into the kitchen to calm himself down.

Something comes over you the moment you see his back enter the kitchen. You do something, something you haven’t done in a hot second and let your towel fall to the ground. You follow after him naked. Jaehyun has his back to you as he looks at the pantry trying to rid thoughts of you.

“Jae.” You say softly gaining his attention.

Jaehyun turns around and once again gets fluster at you being naked in front of him. He takes in your perfect body and he can’t even remember the last time you had sex. Neither of you can. You guess it has been a while.

You slowly walk up to him as he stands there frozen watching your every move. His eyes meets yours filled with lust and longing. You softly touch his arm and caress it before wrapping them around your waist.

“Y/N-“

“If you don’t want to, I’ll stop.” You interject. You’re super horny and from the way he’s eyeing you, you know he is too, but when he doesn’t make a move or say anything, you figured he wasn’t in the mood. Embarrassment begins to take over as you stop touching him and backing away from his form.

“I’m sorry –“ you begin, but your sentence is cut short when he grabs your waist and clashes your lips together.

The kiss is hungry as if you two are both starved. In a sense, you’re both starving for each other. You take off his shirt revealing his perfect abs and begin to undo his belt. Jaehyun’s lips travel to your jaw, neck, down to your clavicle. Once he’s free of his jeans, he kicks them off and kisses you once more.

His hands goes all over your bare back before giving your ass a squeeze and slapping it earning a gasp from you. He then surprises you by picking you up and sitting you on the counter where he kisses you all over your chest. He kisses both breasts before diving to your right nipple and sucking it as his hand pinches and stimulates the left and repeats the motions.

You gasp as he continues to arouse you and you unconsciously begin moving your hips and wrapping your legs around him.

“Jae.” You whine. He looks up at you, your tit still in his mouth and his hooded eyes are dark. “I need you.” you finally manage to say.

He nods and leaves a trail of kisses up to your lips. With your legs still wrap around him, he picks you up smoothly and walks back to your shared room. He lays you down gently and begin giving the rest of your body kisses down to your core.

“Jaehyun.” You say out of breath because you know he’s teasing you right now.

“Just a little taste first baby.”

He kisses your inner thighs before kissing your clit. His tongue licks your wet folds and you couldn’t help the moan that comes out of your mouth.

“It has been too long.” He says more to himself, but you still heard him.

He dives his tongue into your hole as his nose brushes against your clit. He knows what you want and he gives it to you. He sucks and licks as his digits enters you. You are so horny from all the foreplay, it didn’t take long for you to come.

“That’s my good girl.” He says breathlessly. You look down at him to see your essence on his chin. He holds his hard cock, giving it a few pumps before getting off his knees to crawl over you. Jaehyun doesn’t give you time to recover when he gathers your wetness and slides between your folds. Jaehyun positions the head directly in front of your soaking hole and slowly pushes himself inside.

No matter how many times you two do this, you never get used to how much he beautifully stretches you out. Inch by inch, you feel every rigid of his perfect cock in you. You gasp when he’s fully seated inside of you and he gives you a minute to catch your breath before you tell him to move.

He doesn’t need to be told twice, but instead of going slow, he surprises you by pulling out to the tip and slamming back into you. He repeats the motion until he’s fucking you hard and fast. Just the way you both like it.

“Fuck you are so beautiful. I love the way you take my cock.”

You moan in between gasps, “Always for you.”

Jaehyun changes positions as he sits on his heels, pulling you closer to him and holding up your legs in the air. The position lets him watch your soaked pussy swallow him whole whenever he fucks deeper into you. You hold onto your boobs when he goes faster and fuck you have missed this.

“Jae I’m close.”

“Already going to cum? Hold it in just a bit longer.” His voice is deep.

You do as you’re told and try to hold it in as long as you can until it was too much. “Jaehyun!”

“Come on my dick baby.” You let go as soon as he tells you. The pure bliss takes over every single nerve as you cum hard. Your mouth goes slack, eyes closed, and all Jaehyun can do in that one moment is be mesmerize by your perfection.

He slows his pace down enough to let you catch your breath, but Jaehyun being Jaehyun, that didn’t last long. He hovers over you once more with your legs now by your face. This position makes it so much more intimate and deeper.

“You are so beautiful.”

“I want you to cum in me. Please baby.” How could he not resist you when you begged so cutely and so fucked out. He kisses you hard as his pace returns to animalistic and thrusts harder into you.

“Please daddy. I want it all. I want you to fill me up.” You knew just what to say to get him going. His hips begin to falter as his cock twitches and cums in you.

His moans and groans is so sexy, you almost come again from the sound of it.

“Fuck.” Jaehyun says when he finally catches his breath. You stay in that blissful moment before he pulls out. You feel your mix liquids drip down while he goes into the bathroom to get you a warm towel to clean you up. He discards the towel onto the floor as he lies down next to you pulling the blanket over your naked bodies.

“So that just happened.” You say not knowing exactly what to do next.

“Yeah.” He says staring at the ceiling. Neither of you have ever been in this position before, let alone have random one night stands before you two met all those years ago.

“I’m sorry for what I did and for hurting you.” he breaks the silence.

“I know. As much as I want to hate you for it, I can’t and I don’t. I somehow get it. We just grew apart I guess.” You say quietly. In reality, it was true. You both are two completely different people than you were a year ago or four years ago.

“Can we just stay like this for one night? One last time?” he turns to look at you with pleading eyes. He wants you to say yes. He wants to hold you in his arms and watch Disney movies. He wants to be next to you throughout the night.

You look back at him and give him a sad smile, “One last time.” You whisper. You kiss him as you pull yourself on top to straddle him.

One last time. One last night. You both used it wrap in each other and bring each other to ecstasy and to the heavens above, all for it to repeat until the early morning.

Your by the door not really wanting to leave, but you have to take the first step in moving forward with your life.

“So this is really it isn’t it?” he asks softly.

“Yeah I guess it is.” You whisper.

Somehow seeing the last box by the door and you getting ready to leave, hurt him. It’s strange to see the person you’ve spent four long years with suddenly walking out the door to never return again.

“Thank you Jaehyun for everything.” You look up at him and give him one last kiss on his soft lips. The lips that will for sure take a while to forget. You linger there for a moment taking it all in, before forcing yourself to pick up the box in your arms and walking away. Away from the man you loved – still love – and walk straight into the unknown future.

Jaehyun watches you get into your car and drive off away from him and the home you once shared. For the first time in a long time he wanted to cry. The memories the two of you shared comes rushing back and overwhelms him.

He knows he needed to let you go. He knew he couldn’t go through with the wedding and he knew you deserved someone better than him.

When he couldn’t see your car anymore, he looks around the empty apartment. For the first time in years, Jeong Jaehyun finally lets out all of his pent up emotions. The apartment feeling cold and lonely without you there. Without you in his life.

[animeomegas]

can you do a short story on a clingy hawks? it could be either fluff or smut (or both if you're feeling generous lol). up to you

I sure can! I picked fluff hehe!

"Keigo, baby, what's wrong?" you cooed at the man on your lap who had completely cocooned you both in his wings. He'd walked in through the door and made a beeline for you, stopping only long enough to kick his shoes off.

"Nothing," he pouted against your neck. "I just... want to be here."

"You sure, baby bird?"

"Hmm, I'm sure, I just," he paused to take a big deep breath before relaxing against you. "Missed you, tha's all."

"Aww, I missed you too, Keigo!" you couldn't quite wrap your arms around in in return because of his wings, so you rubbed his thighs affectionately.

Keigo shuffled a little to get more comfortable before he suddenly sat up, wings unwrapping from you both so suddenly that you found yourself blinking rapidly at the new influx of light.

"I almost forgot," he said, excitement lining his voice and he rummaged around in his jacket pocket. "I found this today on patrol."

He opened up his hand to show you a piece of turquoise sea glass.

"It's beautiful, Keigo, what a great find," you said earnestly, enjoying the way he visibly preened at your comment.

"It's for you," he pushed it at you enthusiastically. "I saw it and I had to go down and get it. For you."

"I love it," you smiled at him and pressed a kiss on his lips. "I'll keep it safe and treasure it."

Keigo made an adorable trilling noise at your words that warmed your heart. You had learnt over the course of your relationship that Keigo had more in common with birds than just his wings. It had taken you a while you piece it all together, but between the noises you'd never heard before, his stress gripping and his penchant for bringing you every shiny thing he found on patrol, you'd figured out what was going on.

(You had a draw in your bedroom specifically for all the shiny things your mate finds for you.)

"You're such a good mate, Keigo, I love you so much," you muttered, tucking the piece of sea glass in your pocket for now. Keigo buried his face back into your shoulder and hide you from the outside world with his wings once more.

"Missed you," he mumbled into your shoulder once more.

"I know, babe," you ran your fingers through his hair. "I missed you too."

[ddejavvu]

I don't know if this is how I'm supposed to do it, but can I request Scallops? With a side of Eddie Munson x reader and a dialogue of: "You think I'm sick of it? I wouldn't have it any other way."

combined with: hiii! may i please have an order of blueberry muffin with eddie and it’s about him supporting his girl who’s in a musical? it could be a play for mamma mia or west side story. and it just him helping her through rehearsals, easing her nerves, bringing her food and flowers, cheering the loudest during the show despite hating the fact she has to kiss another man lol. any scenario you want! this is just me trying to comfort myself bc my play is in a month hehe. ty lovie!

enjoy! <33

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Striding down the darkened backstage hallway, you finally understand how Eddie feels. He's constantly a presence, the chains on his belt jingle when he walks, his boots thump hard against the ground, his hair bounces around his shoulders. The costume dress you have on rustles relentlessly at every step you take, and your thick heels click against the floor no matter how soft of a step you take. You finally reach your chair, a half-drunk coffee already propped on a side table next to it. Even though you'd just acknowledged the constant noise Eddie makes when he walks, you don't register the clanking of his chains or the thumping of his boots as you pick up your now-cold coffee, settling into your chair. You only know he's there when his hands wind around your shoulders, and his voice makes you jump.

"Boo."

"Jesus," You hiss, heart racing, "Eddie, why'd you sneak up on me like that?"

"Because it's fun," He insists, a fresh, hot coffee in hand that he passes to you, "And you deserve a laugh in between everyone yelling at you."

"I'm so sick of this," You groan, the stress of opening night tight in your shoulders that Eddie promptly massages away, "I had to run from the hair and makeup guy three times today! Three times!"

"I told him to leave you alone," Eddie scoffs, poking at your perfectly-rouged cheek, "You look stunning, babe."

You ignore his compliments, far from in the mood to be happy about anything, and continued to groan, "I'm sure you're fuckin' sick of this, too."

"Sick of what?" You hear confusion clear in Eddie's voice, his fingers still digging roughly into the knots of muscles in your back.

"Of coming here, of bringing me coffee and lunch, of hearing the same four songs over and over and over again because for some fucking reason it's never good enough the first time, of-"

"Hey, hey, woah! You think I'm sick of it?" Eddie's hands freeze on your shoulders, then drop to his sides as he comes around to the front of the chair to face you. Your brows furrow inquisitively at him, and he huffs at your genuine confusion.

"Sweetheart, I'm not sick of it. I love supporting you, I wouldn't have it any other way! Well," He glances to the side, your costar's chair beside you, "Maybe if I could rewrite things a bit I wouldn't have that dickhead makin' moves on 'ya every day. But other than that, really, I love it."

"You do?" Your eyes are shimmering with such heartbreaking hope that it tears Eddie's heart from his chest. He can feel a gaping hole where it once was, and tries filling it by kissing your forehead, delicately so that he doesn't smudge your makeup.

"Of course I do," He croons, his teeth glinting in the low light of the hallway, his grin widening at the sweet sound of your voice, "I'm like your little assistant, babe, I'm at your beckon call."

"But don't you get tired of it?"

"Tired of seeing you? Tired of eating lunch with you? Tired of hearing you sing?" He raises an eyebrow at you, then doubles down, "Never."

"No, I just- aren't you tired of having to do all that stuff?" You cock your head to the side, a ribbon in your hair shifting at the movement.

"I don't have to." Eddie reminds you, chucking your old, cold coffee into a garbage can, "I could let my girl starve if I really wanted to. But I'd rather you be alive, so I don't."

"Eddie.." You start, a protest already on the tip of your tongue, but he swats at your shoulder.

"Stop," He warns, "No more shit-talking this. You're gonna perform, and goddammit, you're gonna be happy about it."

"Fine," You huff, letting the smallest of smiles slip over your lips, "But you'd better bring me flowers after the show."

"I'll bring you flowers after every show," Eddie promises, his smile widening as yours blossoms, "Only the best for my superstar."

[kurosukii]

𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐬

pairing: kuroo tetsurou x f!reader

summary: having an internship in the promotions division of japan’s volleyball association is hectic, but your cat-eyed and mischievous boss makes it worth it.

genre: smut, timeskip au

warnings: 18+. dubcon, abuse of authority, age gap, sleazy kuroo (he says ‘pop your cherry’ PLS), coercion, corruption, virginity loss, pet names (kitten), mentions of drug/alcohol consumption, unprotected sex, slight pussy job, praise, biting, nipple play, fingering, creampie, cumplay

word count: 3.6k

author’s note: for yuli babe’s @anime-nymph firsts collab! thanks for letting me join! i missed writing for my first boyfriend hehe <3 (let me know if i missed any warnings!) (MINORS DNI) @hqintheclub

no beta we fall like heroes LMAO

[9:25 AM]

they were right when they said you’ll experience a lot of ‘firsts’ in college (if you hadn’t experienced it in high school). the first hit of the joint, first shot of vodka, first heartbreak, first time having sex.

and yet here you are in your last year of college, cherry still intact and pristine. you’ve done all the other stuff a college student would have done, except for the sexual exploits.

but who could blame you? the sexual experiences—which are closer to horror stories—that your friends tell you is enough for you to lock your pussy in a chastity belt forever.

college boys are not it, you decided. luckily, you weren't victimized by their cheap colognes and even cheaper pick-up lines, you had your hands and trusty vibrator after all.

being swamped with final projects and applications for internships was also a good distraction. you weren’t expecting much eye candy anyway, and you doubt that there would be a man who would ignite the ‘flames of desire’, as your friends so eloquently put it, in you.

as it turns out, you were so wrong.

“see me in my office in five minutes. i’d like to discuss something with you.”

the clicking of your fingers on the keyboard stops as your eyes slowly look up from the monitor towards the smirking man standing before you.

kuroo tetsurou was nothing you imagined your boss to be like. when you applied as an intern, you expected a man with a beer gut accompanied by an airy attitude of a has-been or a sulking man who didn’t get drafted, effectively ruining his dreams of being a professional athlete.

but no, the heavens just had to grace you with an attractive, well-groomed, and hulking 6’5 of a man who just happened to be your boss; a man who also has the power to decide if you’re eligible for graduating.

seeing him was the first time you felt the desire stirring in your gut, squirming uncomfortably in your pencil skirt whenever the smoky scent of his aftershave would waft around the office.

kuroo clears his throat, one eyebrow raising as his lips stretch into a thin line at your lack of response. he fiddles with the lapels of his suit jacket, silently watching you underneath his lashes as you scramble for a reply.

“y-yes, kuroo-san! i’ll s-see you in a while!” you reply, voice shaking as your body heats up from his honey gaze. kuroo’s smirk grows wider, winking at you before he stalks off to his office, nodding at the other interns and employees watching the exchange.

as soon as the double doors to his office close, the clicking of keys resumes, along with shameless whispers of what the boss would want to discuss with you.

what did he want to discuss with you?

five minutes pass and you begin the dreaded walk to his office, not minding the whispers and barely hidden envy of your colleagues.

your mind racks up all the possible topics of discussion: you filed the reports assigned to you, personally delivered the memos to—

“come in.”

huh, guess you knocked on the smooth wood of the door amidst your ramblings. you take a deep breath and turn the knob, hearing his cheery voice as you enter his spacious and sleek office.

years and years of service to the association has clearly benefited him, looking like a ceo with all the monochrome colors accentuated by streaks of red furniture and decorations.

he rises from his luxurious chair, suit jacket draped over the back of it as he gestures for you to take a seat on the plush, blood red couch. you definitely don’t miss the way his tanned and muscular forearms contrast nicely against the white fabric of his dress shirt.

your heart’s thudding harshly in your chest as your nervousness begins to plague you, will he reprimand you? you’ve done all your tasks diligently and efficiently, surely he’s not the cliché nice on the outside, terrible on the inside kind of boss, is he?

“relax, i’m not here to scold you or anything,” he chuckles, joining you on the couch. he’s a little too close for comfort but you don’t mind, his warmth is a comforting presence in the fast-paced environment you find yourself in.

“you’re here because i’d like to reward you.”

you’re thankful that you were only reaching for the glass of water he was offering you, because you would’ve done a spit take if you had taken a sip. kuroo laughs at your reaction, gold eyes twinkling in amusement.

“my bad, didn’t realize that it would sound inappropriate,” he says, but he doesn’t look sorry at all. in fact, his eyes suddenly have a hidden gleam to them. “but i’m serious, you’re doing a good job. my best intern, to be frank.”

his praise at your stellar performance goes straight to your core, making your thighs subtly rub together to alleviate the growing discomfort between your legs. but nothing passes kuroo’s sharp gaze—he has you, a sweet inexperienced intern,  wrapped around his finger, softly purring like a feline basking in the warm sun.

his voice becomes huskier as his large hand rests on your exposed thigh, the warmth from his palm making your stomach flutter with desire.

this is wrong, you think but make no move to stop him from leaning closer, his scent invading your senses as his hot breath ghosts over the sensitive skin of your neck. your eyes threaten to close, almost giving in to the slow and gentle rubbing of his hand until you feel his teeth nibble on the column of your throat.

“kuroo-san, i—” you protest, attempting to remove his hand from your thigh but his grip only tightens, stopping you mid-sentence as his other hand cups your cheek and softly caresses it with his thumb.

“shh, call me tetsu when we’re alone, kitten.”

his soft whisper against your neck, along with the new pet name, makes your eyes grow wide as alarm bells ring in your head with the situation taking an unexpected turn.

you can’t help but shiver though, the low timbre of his voice sending tingles all throughout your body as he continues to mark and kiss your neck. no, you have to get yourself under control, you have to strengthen your resolve.

he’s your boss for christ’s sake, someone old enough to be your uncle—a hot uncle. but still, he should know better.

“t-this is unprofessional, kuroo-san. i will—” you squeak, but you’re quickly silenced by kuroo rubbing your lower lip sensually with his thumb. “you’ll what? tattle on me? don’t think you actually want to, kitten.”

“you clearly like this,” he whispers sultrily, emphasizing his point when his hands and lips lazily drag across your supple skin. “you like it when i rub your thighs, nip at your pretty neck…”

“you’re melting in my arms, my sweet girl.”

his skilled seduction breaks your resolve, warm lips and soft fingertips earning a desperate moan out of your throat. you feel lightheaded, the air in the room becoming stuffy as you breathe heavily.

kuroo smirks at your burning cheeks and heaving chest, satisfied with how desperate and wanton you look. he doesn’t waste a second in claiming your lips, smirking at your surprised squeal.

your eyes close on their own accord as kuroo expertly maneuvers your body, pushing you until you’re lying on the lush cushions of the sofa. muffled moans and pants leave you as you tug on his messy black hair, kissing him like a starved woman—which you most definitely are.

he becomes even more shameless as he grinds on you, hard cock digging into your covered pussy as you kiss each other sloppily, spit and saliva mixing. kuroo matches your pleased sounds with his own, low groans leaving him as his touch ignites tingles on every part of your body.

he tastes sweet, like bubblegum candy, but you don’t have more time to appreciate it because his hands are slipping under your skirt, bunching them up to your waist as he reveals your damp panties to his hungry gaze.

planting one last kiss on your mouth, kuroo pulls away as his hands slowly drop from your waist down to your thighs, spreading them wide as if he’s presenting you like a gift before him. eyes glazing over, he boldly stares at the wet patch on the thin fabric that perfectly outlines your folds.

kuroo licks his lips slowly, making you shiver at how predatory he looks. like a frightened kitten, you whimper and squirm. your movements make kuroo groan when he notices fresh slick gushing out of your cunt.

“won’t you let me touch your pretty pussy?”

you immediately gasp at the crude words coming out of his mouth, eyes fluttering at the vision of his fingers driving deep in your cunt. kuroo chuckles at your reaction, making you sport a doe-eyed expression, pupils blown wide with unbridled desire at the picture it paints in your head.

nodding vigorously, you bite your lower lip as his fingers reach out to rub your slit through your panties. to hell with this being unethical, you think but your train of thought gets interrupted when you moan at his warm touch, throwing your head back on the sofa.

the realization that he'll be the first man who’s going to touch you so intimately dawns on you like a bucket of ice-cold water, but it's not like you’re complaining—he clearly knows what he’s doing.

so you let him take the lead, leaving him to draw lazy circles on your clothed clit. deciding that he’s teased you enough, kuroo swiftly pulls your panties to the side and starts touching your bare skin. you cry out at the new sensation, his thumb steadily drawing circles on your clit as you whine and squirm under his touch.

kuroo is entranced—he’s never encountered a woman who’s as responsive as you. you’re a hot mess, nipples clearly poking through your blouse, lips swollen from the kissing, and wide eyes just begging to be touched, to be filled.

the idea of you being inexperienced has definitely crossed his mind and judging by your reaction, he’s near to confirming his suspicions. his dirty thoughts of you make his cock throb; you’re a sweet intern, not knowing that she’s entered the lion’s den.

kuroo shakes his head, knowing that he stalled long enough. without warning, he inserts two fingers into your quivering cunt, making you moan loudly and shout his name.

“tetsu—!” you whine as both of your hands scramble to hold his forearms. he gives an experimental roll of his wrist, eliciting more cries from you. kuroo’s cock twitches in his pants. “oh? so you like that? you’re so damn tight, kitten. mind showing me how you play with this cute little cunt?”

his fingers are thicker and longer than yours, reaching far deeper than you could ever go. he’s definitely more skilled too, unlike your shy and fumbling fingers.

but who are you to resist the boss’s orders?

you give an ample squeeze to his forearms, your hips rolling on their own volition. clearly, your body is more adept at searching for pleasure than your mind. so you sigh and close your eyes, succumbing to him.

“c-curl your f-fingers, please,” you request after a few moments. “like this?” kuroo asks, eyes flashing when you jerk and moan loudly. you instinctively squeeze around his digits, feeling them curl inside your wet walls.

your grip tightens on his forearms as you follow the motions of his fingers, hips rolling and jerking as your toes curl in your heels.

“yeah, just like that. fuck my fingers, kitten. shit, you’re so beautiful.”

you keen at his praise, moaning loudly when kuroo reaches for your blouse, tearing the fabric and making the buttons fly everywhere to reveal your bra-clad breasts.

“you expect me to resist a sweet young thing like you? tsk, i’m only a man,” he whispers, leaning down to your ear as he fucks you with his fingers. his other hand pulls down the cups of your bra, revealing your hardened nipples to his predatory gaze.

loud squelching noises accompany your pleasured moans and squirming. kuroo’s warm and large calloused hand feels so hot on your tits, his skilled fingers twisting and rubbing your sensitive nipples.

you can feel the juices sliding down your ass, ruining his once pristine couch. your legs begin to tremble as you feel the tell-tale sign of your incoming orgasm.

your toes curl in your heels, mindlessly chanting kuroo’s name as your eyes well up with tears, body overwhelmed by the pleasure you’re receiving.

if this is how you’re reacting to his fingers, then you can't even begin to imagine what it would be like if his cock is the one plunging in and out of you.

“t-tetsu, f-fuck, i’m gonna cum—!” you wail, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you cum with a loud cry of his name. your feet are practically cramping in your heels, legs trembling as the powerful orgasm courses through your body.

kuroo groans at your fluttering cunt, wet walls sucking his fingers in as you desperately try to come down from your high.

“strutting around in your tight little skirt just makes me want to have a taste.”

he hisses, pulling his dripping fingers out as he puts them in his mouth, eyes closing as he groans at your taste spreading on his tongue. he makes quick work of his pants, tugging his underwear down until his cock springs free. it bobs against his abs and your eyes widen at his length and girth.

you’re not backing out, no, you’re far too excited and ready to have him, but he’s just so...big.

“i-i’m a virgin, tetsu…” you say nervously, biting your lip as your fingers fiddle with your rumpled skirt. his dick twitches as his eyes practically glow with hunger. he’ll be the first man to ruin you? fuck your slick and warm pussy?

“fuck, kitten. my cock will be the only thing you’ll ever want after i’m done with you.”

kuroo says, his voice strained as his wet fingers stroke his cock until more beads of pre-cum falls from his slit. he was right, you’re as inexperienced as they come and he can’t wait to fuck you.

“you want me to pop your cherry, hm?” he coos, knuckles nuzzling against your cheek. your throat bobs as you try to ease the lump that’s stuck in it, the words he said are crude but you can’t help but shiver at what's about to happen.

you look up at him with a pleading expression on your face, cheeks burning with a thin sheen of sweat as kuroo’s body looms over you. the heat from his cock makes you squirm in anticipation, your small whimpers filling his office.

your breath catches in your throat when you feel the weight of his length rub between your folds. a loud whine escapes from you when the tip of his cock nudges against your clit, kuroo’s hold on his shaft tightening the more he rubs himself between your lower lips.

“just a little more, kitten—god damn,” he chokes out, teeth biting his lip as he suppresses the urge to hastily thrust inside your virgin cunt. you’re so wet and warm, making him sigh dreamily at the slick that’s coating his shaft.

just like when he fingered you, kuroo doesn’t give any warning when his cock hovers over your pussy as his large hand guides himself, breaching past the tight ring of muscle. your hands immediately scramble to grip something, anything, just so you can have an anchor for suddenly taking him.

your hand squeezes the cushions of the sofa while the other holds the back of your knee, spreading you open for him. your whimpers and moans reach kuroo’s ears, making his eyes flutter as half of his cock rests snugly inside of you.

the stretch stings, but it's quickly soothed when kuroo’s thumb presses on your clit. he draws lazy circles on the bud, making you gush out more juices to ease his entrance. your bare chest heaves at the added stimulation, causing your breasts to sway slightly.

you’re so tight that it’s actually making him dizzy and see stars. kuroo exhales heavily, willing himself not to prematurely blow his load into you like a teenage boy, especially when only half of his length is inside your cunt.

your lower lip is so swollen with how much you’re biting it; your eyes are hazy and foggy as the feeling of him stretching you is the sole thing in your mind.

only when the entire length of his cock bottoms inside of you does he allow himself to make a sound—and he sounds so sexy.

kuroo moans, biting his lip as he hangs his head down, honey gaze watching your glossy eyes, breasts rising and falling as you breathe heavily from having something so big inside of you.

this is nothing compared to your fingers and the vibrators you’re accustomed to. this one is hot and heavy and pulsing, riddled with veins that deliciously throb against your walls.

kuroo starts to move, eliciting pleasured cries from both of you. fuck, he needs to get his shit together before he embarrasses himself.

he slowly pulls out until only his tip remains inside, giving you a few seconds of reprieve before he quickly thrusts back in. his bright eyes go round at the way you and your tits jolt, your mouth forming into the perfect ‘o’ when you moan at his thrust.

kuroo instantly finds himself addicted. the heat finally gets to him and he frantically pries open his dress shirt until the buttons pop off with the strain, revealing his chiseled abs glistening with sweat.

his hands hold your waist, lifting your ass off the couch as he rests you on his lap before resuming his quick and deep thrusts. the new angle hits your sweet spot directly and you’re instantly reduced to a moaning and whimpering mess.

you cup your bouncing tits, your fingers pinching and tweaking your nipples as your moans turn broken from kuroo’s thrusts. muttered and incoherent words fall from your lips as his balls smack against your ass, the loud slaps of skin meeting skin echoing in the office.

the both of you are a sight to behold—your blouse unbuttoned, kuroo’s abs clenching as he thrusts inside of you, your tits bouncing with every powerful movement he makes.

it’s a scene taken directly out of a porno and you would definitely be embarrassed at how cliché it is, how easy you were if it weren’t for the expert movements of kuroo’s hips and witty tongue dishing out dirty remarks that have your cheeks flaming.

you can't think of anything else but the feeling of his cock driving into you again and again, along with his hands that are simultaneously gripping your hips and tweaking one of your nipples, you’re a goner.

“want me to go faster? harder?” he grunts, not waiting for your reply as the strength of his thrusts increase, his abs clenching from how tightly you’re squeezing him. “fuck i can do this all day.”

“w-where should i—shit, you’re so tight—fuck you next, huh?” he stutters, thoughts of you having sex on table, chair, against the wall, and any other solid surface has your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

just like him, you can’t resist temptation. you’d let him fuck you anywhere he wants to.

“fuck, i’m close,” he growls, his thrusts becoming sloppier as he feels his balls tighten, preparing for his impending release. his grip on your waist tightens while his hand on your nipples travel down your body, until he’s playing with your pulsing clit once more.

“m-me too, tetsu, oh my god,” you wail, legs trembling as your back arches, allowing his cock to rub against your sweet spot perfectly. your hands find purchase on the back of your thighs, having the unobscured view of kuroo’s pelvis bumping into you.

“where do you want my cum, kitten?”

“i-inside m-me please!” you cry loudly, legs wrapping around his waist as you pull him further into you. you’re on birth control anyway and you don't want to be separated—not even for a bit because he feels so good.

kuroo’s loud groan of your name followed by the thick and hot ropes of cum spilling into you triggers your orgasm as well. high pitched whines of his name coming from your throat as your nails scratch his forearms, pussy fluttering around his cock as your cum mixes with his.

the soft thrusts of his hips make your mixed juices spill out of you, dribbling along the crevice of your ass as it drips on the sofa below you. kuroo hisses, large hands squeezing your waist as he empties the remnants of his load inside your overflowing pussy.

his chest heaves with every exhale he makes. the exhaustion finally catches up to him, causing him to crouch over you and make you squeak at his weight. he chuckles weakly, supporting himself with his shaking arms as he messily kisses you.

“your pussy’s the tightest i’ve ever fucked, baby.”

his husky voice whispers against you, tongue slipping out to boldly lick your swollen lips. his dick jerks and you squeak when you realize he’s still inside of you.

you’re about to tell him to pull out but a timid knock rings through the room, making you immediately remember where you are.

a panicked expression replaces the blissful one, your hooded eyes instantly widening, but kuroo doesn't pay it any mind, opting to bite your lower lip and dragging it out until he lets the sensitive skin go.

he lifts himself up for a bit so his hand can reach your mouth, his thumb rubbing the area he just bit as he smirks at the dumbfounded expression on your sweaty face.

“i’m going to have to make it a habit of rewarding you, kitten.”

[10:07 AM]